#and not to be 'ohhhh the children!!' but like as someone who got on the 'net too early and made subsequent bad decisions in the star wars
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digging up this old thing to put thoughts unto the void once more. "ohoooo you're all horrible for harassing people like this over meaningless ships on the internet" is the most pathetic hill to die on that would be funny if it wasn't taken so seriously. Like. You realize that shipping is an active choice people make right. My brother in Christ you are the one shipping siblings of your own free will you can simply Not Fucking Do That and not be harassed, I'm sorry
#like. don't harass people over things they can't control but like. that's not just controllable but also easily avoidable. Just Don't!#I'm not. advocating for the mass harassment campaigns and shit. also I Refuse to get entangled in the disk horse and thus I'm vagueblogging#on a hidden sideblog that's been inactive for like a solid year now.#and not to be 'ohhhh the children!!' but like as someone who got on the 'net too early and made subsequent bad decisions in the star wars#fandom that shit can get into your head as a kid and it took a while to shake off. intrusive thoughts didn't help that one either.#the people who fall for the 'oh harassment is universally bad so [blank] is alright/has a point' are gonna be the kids who don't know bette
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aughhhhh i keep thinking about the dorian electra concert last night,,,,
#THERE WAS A BIG ASS PUPPET AND THEY GOT DECAPITATED AND THE BACKGROUND DANCERS DID A LITTLE THING AND THE FITS!!!! THE FITS!!!!!!!#i also dont think ive seen that many clearly androgynous/trans people in my entire life! in one room! holy shit so many!#it is... weird to realize that maybe the queer community where im from is not the queer community everywhere#which. duh#but the difference between seeing irl so so many people who looked like me vs hearing abt it online?????? so large#idk it was nice 💗 very cool to see a bunch of cool queers 💗 hashtag transgendered#also obviously dorian was amazing best concert ive ever been to mwah mwah#they r such a talented performer and the backup dancers aughhhhh#they both did a really good job of being v silly with it while also being SUPER talented and impressive#OHHHH ALSO FROST CHILDREN?????FUCKIN HYPE DUDE#ive only ever listened to one song of theirs (harp+pony) but after that??? absolutely checking them out#i wish i could remember the names of the songs they sang bcus my god#it was so gorgeous and lowkey emotional??? i think i couldnt super understand the lyrics#ohh and someone said they liked my makeup on the train back :3 i would post a picture but im a coward heart emoji#i was not the best dressed person there BY FAR thank god#everyone looked soooo cool and dorian was soooo cool and the dancers and crew and interpreters and lights and sounds GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#i have autism heart emoji#dorian electra
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feastdance dashboard simulator
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it’s so sick that people keep criticizing queen cersei as if she’s not the first female ruler of westeros??? literally elevating bastards and women to her small council is super fucking progressive as is creating the precedent of dismissing unfit kingsguard??
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aren’t all of her children literally bastards born of incest
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oh so now you’re going to listen to stannis baratheon, known misogynist, kinslayer, fornicator, team green supporter, and homophobe, huh.
🦑pykedyke
okay guys i know there’s no “perfect candidate” but you have to vote in the kingsmoot anyways not voting is how someone like e****n g*****y wins and literally anyone is better than him. suck it up and row to the polls
🦈reaveherihardlyknowher
ohhhh not this “vote your crew no matter who” “blue lips man bad” bullshit again. fuck off idgaf which godless man sits the seastone chair i’m not voting for asha shes literally a neoliberal
🦷 lastoftheegiants
first i had to give up my rights and then i had to give up my gods just to not get killed by fucking wights but i literally cannot believe the nights watch made me give up my strap as part of the treasure ransom. shit was expensive it was IVORY. i hate southerners so much i hope the lord commander dies
🌪️kinslayerr
DO NOT COME TO THE RIVERLANDS
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why
🌪️kinslayerr
there’s riverlands here
🧜♂️theythemderly
freys
🌾maidencool
my cousin got eaten by rats in harrenhal
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dumb cunts wearing raven feather cloaks strutting around who think they’re better than you but they’re not better than you
🌟sevenstar
i saw a guy get killed and then just stand back up and start fighting again because his friend kissed him on the mouth down here once
🦌whitehart
giant feral pack of 60 wolves running around
🍓silverspurs Follow
ok understandable have a nice day
🫧bastardwaters
i hate the fucking sparrows can we be normal for five minutes or can we just not have shit in the crownlands
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ITS LORD COMMANDOVER #RIPBOZO
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CORN! DEATH! CORN!
(CAW! I follow members of the Night's Watch to remind them of their oaths!)
🦷 lastoftheegiants
????
🍋floriansjonquil
Loras Tyrell x Queen of Love and Beauty!Reader Imagines
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girl this is notttttt the time he literally just fucking died at dragonstone?
💎oathkeeper
should’ve stanned jaime #LORASFELLOFF
💐flowerknight
one kill yourself jaime lannister is an honorless kingslaying turncloak two i heard loras tyrell was literally fine?
👊fleabottomtop
lord davos seaworth, the class traitor from the stannis baratheon administration, is a nasty little thottie and just died from making it clap in white harbor
🌅girlheir
this tower fucking sucks.
🌅girlheir
i’m just like rhaenyra targaryen for real
🌅girlheir
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people meat tastes good asf when you don’t have a wench in your ear saying it violates guest right
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🍒ladylance
need that targ girl in mereen to get those lizards over here and liberate this website by any means necessary cause what the fuck is going on
#asoiaf#affc#adwd#its been so long since i did one of these. missed it#valyrianscrolls#dashboard simulator
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A rough transcript of the arguably worst bit of Ren’s stream, starting from 52:15:
Iskall: I think trousers are a bad thing for your body.
Ren: Would you like to go into more detail about that, Iskall?
Iskall: About trousers?
Ren: Yeah.
Bdubs: It’s a concern about, uh [coughs] squeezing the scrotum too tight
[Scandalised laughter]
[False in chat: i cant]
Ren: BDOUBLEO!! YOU CAN’T SAY SCROTUM ON AIR!
[False in chat: OH GOD]
Bdubs: LET’S JUST SAY IT!
Iskall: I don’t know what scrotum is
Bdusb: Good.
[Hermit confusion/ laughter noises]
[False in chat: CLOSE YOUR EARS CHAT]
[False in chat: HIDE]
[False in chat: RUN AWAY]
[False in chat: LEAVE]
Ren: These tracksuit bottoms are squeezing the air out of me!
Bdubs: Yeah
Iskall: Oh I know what you’re talking about! NO! [punches Bdubs] NO! That’s not I was talking about!
Bdubs: That’s why you said shorts!
Iskall: No! I said shorts because of the calves, man! The calves shouldn’t be trapped up all day!
[False in chat: aaaaaah]
Bdubs: Ohhhhh. Calves trapped up. Yeah, you wanna let your calves breathe.
Iskall: … Don’t know what kind of big problem you have, but weird flex
[Hermit giggling]
Bdubs: It’s not a good flex!
Ren: What, having large calves?
Bdubs: Ohhhh, I have a humongous nutsack
….
[False has joined the game.
False in game chat: won’t someone please think of the children… my goodness D:
False has left the game.]
Ren: Look. It’s only when I sit down that these tracksuit bottoms have to come up a bit, y’know. When I stand up they go down to the regular waist level. It’s just when I’m sitting down that they have to come up to the nips
Iskall: I don’t get that. I don’t understand that. Why are you pulling them up if they’re too small?
Ren: Yeah, because they squeeze the stomach area?
Bdubs, clapping: I got it. Suspenders.
Ren: Ooh! I wear suspenders in Minecraft
Iskall: Who wears track bottoms with suspenders?
…
[False in chat: it didnt work]
…
Iskall: I think this is one of the weirdest conversations I’ve ever had.
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BREAKING NEWS: Blonde bird boy and shirtless robot with a bee on a lead have me in a choke-hold!
Scar: What are amphetamines? Grian: Drugs that can go on land and water. Scar: Ohhhh.
Scar: What’s your favorite color? Grian: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Scar: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Grian: My favorite color is pink.
Scar: How do you want your coffee? Grian: Black, like my soul. Scar: Scar: Grian, your soul is a latte.
Grian: There's nothing to do…. Scar: You can wash the dishes you promised to wash about a week ago. Grian: pulls out their phone Nevermind.
Grian: Do you even have a plan? Scar: This is the plan! I break you out, chaos, destruction, something something something, we win! Grian: Oh, of course, the old “something something something we win”. That’s a terrible plan!
Scar: I am 39 cheetos tall. Grian: Why… are you measuring your height in cheetos? Scar: Because we're out of doritos.
Scar: Life is like Grian. It's short.
Scar: I’d kill someone if you asked me to. Grian: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.
Grian: If I die first, promise to wait up for me, okay, Scar? Scar: Oh, Grian. When I die, I’m taking you with me. Grian: I can’t tell if that’s a threat or a compliment. Scar: I’d think of it more as a grim inevitability.
Grian: Did you win? Or just not die? Grian: Either way, hooray. Scar: …Is "no" a valid answer? Grian: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.
Scar: Help, someone at prom has been killed! Grian: Calm down, we don't need you to Panic! At the Disco.
Scar: How are you gonna carve a gigantic pumpkin? Grian: The same way I make onion rings! Grian: grabs a chainsaw
Grian: Scar, you're an asshole, man. Scar: You are what you eat Grian.
Scar: So, you lied to me? Grian: That depends on how you define lying. Scar: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it? Grian: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?
Grian: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog". Scar: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?
Scar: Seriously, Grian, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? Grian: That’s not important Scar: I DISAGREE.
Scar: Come on, Grian! How any times do I have to apologize? Grian: Once! Scar: …No.
Grian: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? Scar: remembers dancing to the ringtone Scar: I didn’t hear it.
Grian: Scar, if you don't shut up I'm going to throw myself out of the car. click Grian: DID YOU JUST TURN THE FUCKING CHILDRENS' LOCK ON?!
Scar: Who's in charge here? Grian, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.
Grian: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Scar: The afterlife, I guess.
Scar: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles? Grian: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.
Grian: Do we have any orange juice left? Scar: pours the remaining juice into their cup Scar: Sorry, we’re all out.
Grian: What must it be like to live in your head? Are there happy ponies in there? It’s really something how utterly delusional your optimism is. If I didn’t hate you so much, I might even be impressed. Scar: Huzzah! I got a heavily qualified and slightly sarcastic compliment from Grian!
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Eddie notices it first at Dairy Queen.
It's the first time since leaving the hospital that he's been somewhere with the whole party that isn't Steve's house or the Hoppers-Byers cabin. The younger children crowd the counter, talking over each other as they count their money and decide what to get, while the older teens and adults hang at the back, looking at the menu. Then Erica steps over to Steve and says something Eddie can't quite make out. He nods, winds his way through the gremlins, and places his order. When his name is called, he picks up two cups of ice cream and hands one to Erica, who takes it with a smirk and a comment Eddie can't make out, although it has Steve laughing and shoving playfully at her shoulder.
Eddie turns then to look at the other kids but none of them even seem to notice that Steve has seemingly paid for Erica and not them. It's confusing because Eddie is sure Henderson, at least, would be kicking up a fuss about it. Not even Robin says anything.
But, then again, maybe Steve owes Erica money. Or he lost a bet. Eddie is aware how fierce the younger Sinclair is in collecting on her debts, having made the mistake once and once only of asking her to buy him a soda. So, if no one else is bothered, neither is he. He shrugs and enjoys his sundae.
But then it happens again the next week at Baskin Robbins.
And again two weeks later.
When the last ice cream truck left in Hawkins comes through Steve's neighborhood and the only one to get anything is Erica - at Steve's expense, of course - and the other kids don't even grumble beyond wishing they hadn't blown all their allowance at the arcade, Eddie decides he's had enough.
"Okay, what is it with this ice cream thing???" he bursts out as they all settle back down next to the pool.
The burble of conversation stops as everyone turns to look at him, then glance around at each other.
"What ice cream thing?" Mike finally asks, genuinely confused.
"What ice cream... the ice cream thing!" Eddie splutters. "The thing where Steve always buys Erica ice cream and none of the rest of you munchkins seem to care!"
There's a collective ohhhh of understanding, but Eddie is still completely in the dark. He gestures for someone to explain.
"It's because of Operation Child Endangerment," Dustin answers, casual, like it's a normal, non-question-inducing answer.
Eddie scrunches his brows together and lets out a confused bubble of sound at the same time that Steve buries his face in his hands and groans, "I thought we agreed not to call it that."
Erica laughs and wags her finger at him. "Uh, no. Just because you demanded we change it doesn't mean we agreed to."
"...little lost here. What's Operation Child Endangerment?" Eddie asks, glancing sideways at Steve. He can see, between his fingers, that the other boy's face has gone bright red.
Steve groans again and sinks forward to let his head hang by his knees.
And so Eddie finds out everything about the summer of '85 and Starcourt mall. He already knew the basics, but he's still fascinated. Horrified. Impressed.
He watches Steve through the whole retelling, jumbled as it is by the kids all interrupting each other to add something they thought was being forgotten, and feels his heart ache inside his chest for the beautiful boy across from him. Watches him hunch his shoulders when Erica explains the deal they made, the one that's got her free ice cream for life. Watches him puff up a little with pride when Dustin describes him knocking the Russian comms operator out cold. Watches him squeeze Robin's hand when she mentions the Russian torture and drugs. Watches him tug El into a hug when Jonathan talks about having to cut into her leg.
Eddie watches Steve - brave, loyal, loving Steve, who won't break a promise or a deal even after he most certainly could - laughing with their friends, taking their ribbing and teasing them in return, ruffling Dustin's hair and splashing Erica, almost starting a party-wide splash fight.
Eddie waits until everyone is distracted by Max chasing Lucas across the pool after his cannonball knocked her from her floaty, various advice being shouted to both, then moves to sit next to Steve on his pool chair.
"That was, uh, a lot," he says quietly.
Steve bites his lip, turns a little away from the chaos in and around the pool, although his eyes still track the chase, Max having almost cornered Lucas. "Yeah, yeah it was," he replies, just as quietly.
"Pretty impressive," Eddie tells him, knocking their shoulders together.
Steve shrugs. He snorts as Max finally catches Lucas and dunks him a couple times before they both dissolve into laughter.
Eddie bumps his shoulder again. "Seriously, dude, you gotta know how cool you are."
"I guess," Steve says, still not looking at Eddie, fidgeting with his hands instead.
Eddie thinks he knows what thoughts might be running around inside Steve's head, so he puts a hand over Steve's. The jittery motions still under his touch. "Hey, you got them out of there. You didn't know what you were walking into and you all got out alive. I call that pretty badass."
Steve finally turns to him. The look in his eyes makes Eddie want to pull Steve close, hold him until that look disappears. But he doesn't, just squeezes Steve's fingers.
The corner of Steve's mouth ticks up, just a little. "Thanks, Eddie." He looks like he might say more, but suddenly Dustin lets out a whoop and they both turn to the pool. Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Argyle have started a game of chicken, Nancy on Jonathan's shoulders and Robin on Argyle's.
They watch, laughing, as the girls wrestle until they both go tumbling into the water together and come up spluttering. Steve's head is thrown back, his shoulders are shaking with giggles and Eddie feels a grin stretch across his face.
He leans forward to rest his chin on Steve's shoulder, his hand still over Steve's, a teasing tone in his voice when he says, "So, hey, I was wondering. What would it take for me to get free ice cream for life from Steve Harrington?"
Steve turns his head and Eddie pulls back so they can look at each other. And that's all they do for a long moment, Eddie's breathing speeding up when Steve's gaze drops to his lips.
But all Steve does is turn his hand in Eddie's grip, so he can tangle their fingers together. He squeezes Eddie's hand, then stands, grinning, tugging Eddie up with him.
"C'mon," Steve says, pulling Eddie over to the pool before jumping in with a splash. Eddie ducks away from the water, grinning like a fool. When he catches Erica's knowing smirk, he just shrugs helplessly and follows Steve in.
Maybe he owes Erica some free ice cream, too.
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#erica sinclair#dustin henderson#robin buckley#steve absolutely still buys erica all her ice cream and probably will for the rest of their lives#eddie thinks it's charming#and this further confirms for him that steve is badass#also this got way more serious than i was expecting 😅#and sometimes the characters take over#yeah i really have no idea what happened cuz this was just supposed to be funny 😅#oh well#enjoy
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i was thinking of the ending where the reader moves on!! i was interested in what luna would think happened bc i thought she would see that lewis is still clearly in love with her mom but her mom obviously moved onto to fernando.
but i am biased to the ending where reader forgives lewis (bc lewis is my main man <3 hehe) so i really appreciate that perspective!! i do feel like even tho reader has forgiven and moved on by the time luna’s a teen, lewis would low key still carry that guilt. he seems emotionally driven for sure (to me) and he was dreading the day luna found out bc she eventually would, in the age of social media
i would love your thoughts on lewis’ perspective as well (either when it happened or when luna asks him about it) bc as someone who went thru something similar (we were never dating but it still hurt lmao) i still cannot wrap my head around the betrayal even tho it was years ago at this point. so seeing lewis still be in love w reader and truly regret his actions heals a part of me even tho this is fiction hahahahaha.
love your writing btw ❤️❤️❤️
ohhhh thank you so much! I also went through something similar (i guess that's why say something feels so raw to read and all over the place with emotions)
so you wanted to know how lewis would carry that guilt after losing the woman of his life? (evil laugh) it sparked me to write a bit, so here it goes: (keep in mind the post wreck my plans headcanons)
((also, written in the format you = reader))
Growing up, Luna had slowly become aware of her father's feelings for her mom. She knew the story, they had fallen out of love, divorced when you were pregnant with Luna. But as she became a pre-teen, and a teen, she started to really pay attention to the way Lewis looked at you. During her school games, Luna was a midfielder in football, she'd notice how Lewis' gaze would linger on you, the longing almost unbearable for a couple of seconds before he was able to scold his expression and look away. When Fernando arrived, wrangling Luna's younger siblings, Lewis would go back to his normal, polite self. When he'd drop Luna off at your house, Luna would notice the way Lewis stared from his car, looking at you and Fernando playing with the children in the backyard, using water balloons under the heat of the summer, how you'd embrace Luna and immediately let her join in the game. Luna started to grow aware of this, and by the age 15, she'd be completely sure that her dad still had feelings for you, and she would know that you had no feelings for him. Because the way Lewis looked at you was the way you looked at Fernando.
Luna decided to dig up, one night. She had a limited and monitored access to the internet ever since she was little, and with the years, she just wasn’t big on internet and social media, rather spending time with her siblings, her friends and family or her many hobbies. But with google, it didn’t take long for her to find a specific video. It was at a press conference, back when her dad was a racing driver, someone asked him what his thoughts were on his ex-wife, Luna’s mom, dating Fernando, a fellow racing driver.
Luna stared at her dad in the video, the dim in his eyes when he said his marriage had ended for unrelated reasons and that he was the only one to blame, since his loyalty as a husband had faltered and he was the one to fail the vows he had made to you. Luna closed her laptop with a slam. She wasn’t dumb. She was fifteen and loved English classes. She knew what he meant with loyalty faltering.
She got upset, she had never thought cheating was the reason for the divorce, not when you and Lewis had told her that they fell out of love. She grew moody for a couple of days, short tempered and rude, you and Fernando had thought it was only teenager moodiness, so you let Luna be. When she confronted you, two days later, she spilled the truth of what she had found out, Fernando, sensing the moment, took Vicenzo and Benny to his family’s place for the weekend, knowing you and Luna had a big conversation coming.
You explained to Luna what had happened, why you were the one to divorce Lewis. But you were kind, always reminding her that her dad had always been a good father, always taking care of Luna and how you and Lewis loved her no matter what. After that talk, Luna got calmer, but she asked you to not go to her father the following week as they had agreed on. Lewis was distraught when you called him to inform that Luna wasn’t going to his house that week and she didn’t wanna go camping as planned anymore. When you told him over the phone that Luna had found out… you could hear him crying.
After giving Luna a week to give her space, Lewis went to your house to find her. They decided to finally go on that camping trip under the condition that he’d answer all of Luna’s questions about what had happened.
She was silent for most of the trip. Once they arrived at the cabin, they sat in the backyard, Lewis lit up a bonfire and Luna and him sat around it, burning marshmallows in the fire.
“Do you regret it?” Luna asked, breaking the silence. Lewis exhaled for a second.
“Every waking moment,” His voice faltered.
“Why, then?” She muttered, looking straight into the fire.
“I don’t know. Back then I had been upset, having had a couple of bad seasons in Formula 1, feeling useless, feeling like I wasn’t able to do the one thing I knew how. I had a couple of drinks, and someone from my past showed up… And I made a mistake that cost me my happiness, my future and the love of my life. Looking back now, all of those were silly reasons for doing what I did. They weighed nothing compared to your mom and our marriage…” His voice was wet with tears and Luna didn’t have the heart to look at his face yet, “Your mom, she even tried to fix things for a few weeks after I confessed. But I could see… I could see the love she had for me dying more and more every single time. When we signed the divorce, she was already pregnant with you. We decided to become friends to co-parent for you.”
After some silence, Luna looked at Lewis, the tears in his face.
“Will you forgive me?”
“Of course,” She reached out, wiping his cheeks of tears. He closed his eyes, a weight leaving his shoulders at the acceptance and she hugged him. Lewis couldn’t help but see you in Luna, in her caring embrace and her forgiveness.
After a few quiet moments, Luna pulled back.
“How… How was life when you two were married? You know, before all this?” Luna asked, “Mom never talks about it.”
“Why do you wanna know, baby? It’ll only hurt you…”
“Because I have no idea how it was.”
So he told Luna about random things of those few years you were married. He told her how you’d draw and leave charcoal stains everywhere, and how upset he’d be, Luna would tell him you rarely ever use charcoal nowadays, but every few weeks Fernando buys you new colors of paint and asks you to paint him something. Luna told Lewis how all of Fernando’s offices are full of colorful paints you made him.
Everything Lewis told her, Luna would counter with how things were nowadays. And each time it hurt his heart a little. Fernando didn’t make you travel around the world anymore, Fernando helped you take care of the garden, supporting you most recent hobbies, Fernando who gifted you with a little rescue kitten, a scruffy little thing you had always wanted but didn’t get because the kids were too small back in the day.
Lewis started to see how he had failed you many times even when you were married, even before the cheating. How he had been unsupportive of your hobbies, of your career, of your wishes.
He knew he’d spend the rest of his life wishing he could come back to that one fateful night and never get in a hotel room with that woman. He’d know what to do now. He’d know how to go home straight to you, how to cherish you, how to support you.
But it was too late, and you had found someone who did all that without the need to make a mistake to value you for who you are.
note: damn, this really ran away from my hands too phew
#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#fic talk#ask rae#f1 imagine#f1 fic#formula 1#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton x you
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How Penelope and Odysseus got together in the Penelope!Warrior au.
Aphrodite: Athena.
Athena: Aphrodite.
Aphrodite: off to see Odysseus again?
Athena: yes. Where on the mortal plane are you going today?
Aphrodite: Well according to Ares, Penelope might have a crush on Odysseus, and I wanted to see what I could do to help her out.
Athena: If your plan is anything similar to matchmaking them together, I forbid it!
Aphrodite: You forbid it? You can’t forbid love! Love is what drives mortals to become their best versions! Love is what starts and ends wars! Besides what’s the worst that could happen?
Athena: sigh look I know I’m going to regret telling you this, but Odysseus reciprocates Penelope’s feelings.
Aphrodite: GREAT! Now all I have to do is get them to tell each other!
Athena: WHICH YOU WONT! If they have any form of romantic communication, then Odysseus will be twice- no, thrice as distracted by Penelope than he already is!
Aphrodite: come on, it can’t be that bad!
Athena: he stares at her the same way Ares used to Stare at you before you two gags and coughs had “relations”.
Aphrodite: ohhhh he is down baaaad! Look he’ll be 10 times as motivated if he knows that there’s a chance for something between them! This has to happen!
Athena: you know what? Why don’t we get someone who will think about what’s best for Penelope, and hear their thoughts on this!
Aphrodite: her family?
Athena: …
Aphrodite and Athena at the same time: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Athena: anyways, I was thinking Ares.
Aphrodite: sure, I think Ares would be perfect for this.
Athena: then let’s go now!
Aphrodite: hold on, let me adjust my dress.
Athena: why?
Aphrodite: to show more cleavage.
Athena: GROSS!
Aphrodite: thanks for the compliment.
Athena: not what I meant. But whatever let’s just go!
Aphrodite: ok, I’m done adjusting anyway.
Meanwhile on the Island of Themiscyra.
Ares: COME ON! PUT YOUR BACKS INTO IT! MY DAUGHTERS WILL NOT BE PUSHOVERS!
Athena: Ares? Can we borrow you for a moment?
Ares: sure. Hey Hippolyta? Can you take over for me? Just verbally abuse them, that’s all I’ve been doing for the past 6 hours.
Hippolyta: sure thing, father! ARE YOU LITTLE BOYS OR WOMEN? CAUSE ALL I SEE ARE SOME CHILDREN WHO WANT HOT WHEELS!
Ares: what’s wrong?
Athena: nothings wrong.
Ares: then why are you wasting my time?
Aphrodite: Ares we need you to help end this argument! Should Penelope and Odysseus-
Ares: who?
Athena: my warrior of the mind.
Ares: right the loser.
Aphrodite: anyways, should they be allowed to tell each other about their love for each other? Or should they spend the rest of their lives sad and miserable?
Athena: over playing it a bit much! But we need you to decide cause you will choose whatever is best for Penelope.
Ares: I don’t really care. You two have any arguments for your side?
Athena: insert a really good argument for why Penelope and Odysseus shouldn’t tell each other about their love for each other, cause I’m too lazy to think of one.
Aphrodite: Ow! My back hurts. Better stretch it. She stretches suggestively.
Ares: hmmm well you both have made damning arguments, but Athena, unfortunately I’m gonna have to go with Aphrodite on this one.
Aphrodite: YES! And that’s another perk of sleeping with a god of war!
Athena: just go do whatever it is you’re going to do!
Aphrodite: Byeeee!
Athena: I feel like you were biased in that.
Ares: YEAH NO SHIT!
#epic the musical#epic ares#epic the musical au#epic odysseus#aphrodite x ares#epic aphrodite#epic penelope#epic athena
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you’re a bender in the batfamilypt.2
Blood bender
At first you didn’t want to be adopted you wanted to be by yourself. It was like that since you were born
Your dad killed your mom because he wanted you to follow his steps. Become a blood bender. He told that every 100 years the avatar would appear, what is an avatar? Well according to your dad the avatar was an evil person who would try to destroy the world…..Liar
After you discovered the truth which was until you were 13 years old. He tried to get rid of you. “It doesn’t matter I’ll just get another kid and if he doesn’t do as I say I’ll kill him to!” You were tired… so you killed him, yeah you got used to it by now. But that certain day that you changed orphanages.
“Listen up everyone! Is either you all shut up or you all die!” The joker said laughing loudly. Great you just changed orphanage and you are already in danger. A woman nearby started crying, the joker notices and pointed his gun at her. “Ohhhh someone wants to die today!” The joker said.
You wouldn’t gonna let the poor woman die so… you bended the his blood to puppet him and break his bones. “AAAA WHAT THE HELL!?” Once the Joker was dead you stoped. The police showed up and some men in weird costumes who not gonna lie they looked scary.
After a long time a man in a fancy suit showed up and started talking with the people who runned the place and they were looking at you. You had a bad feeling.
Here were you at a weird guy’s car. “So M/n that’s your name right?” Oh boy… “yeah” Bruce was curious, you weren’t as scared as the other kids were. “How old are you?” “14” “… and how do you feel about… being with a new family?” You knew he wasn’t good at asking questions “I mean I prefer being alone. Which means don’t ever talk to me unless is necessary.”
Bruce knew this was going to be hard. Why did he have to adopt another kid? And one that seems that he hates his life? Yeah no. You two got out of the car or limousine. Either way it wasn’t like he didn’t have both.
“Kids this is M/n, M/n this are my children, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.” “Hi” that’s what you said before you bolted upstairs. Jason couldn’t hold himself together. “ well! Another brat!” Jason said before looking at Damian. “Who are you calling brat you-” Dick hold Damian back before he tried to kick Jason. “Guys he’s probably just overwhelmed. He just had an encounter with the joker and he’s probably traumatized. Right?” Jason snarled at Jokers mention. “It doesn’t matter Dick. The joker is dead and I have to find out who killed him.”
“Hey M/n can I come in?” Dick asked outside your door. “Why?” “Just you know hang out to know each other” you opened the door and let him and his brothers inside. “what do you all want” Jason was loosing his patience “ didn’t you hear we want to know you! And help because well no one is the same when they interact with the joker” that last part he didn’t scream. “How do I say this the nicest way possible…umm I prefer being left alone and I’m not interested in talking with any of you.” You said as you left the room
It was like that until Dick started questioning himself if he was a good brother. Damian didn’t like it which meant Jason was gonna join him.
You were knocked out and tied into a chair. When you opened your eyes you were surrounded by two people one adult and the other one looked like a 15 year old.
“Where the fuck am I?” The taller guy grabbed a bat and the smaller one grabbed a knife out of his pocket. “WOW! Dude you said just to scare him!” You recognized that voice. Jason. Damian carefully knocked out Jason.
Damian was so close to cut you with his knife “how dare you hurt my brother!” So close to making the cut and you using your bending abilities the door opened. “Damian stop!” Dick screamed which startled Damian who accidentally crushed his knife into your skin. “AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!” That really hurt. Dick tried to help you but you pushed him away and used blood bending against Damian. “I’m not letting any one hurt me again especially you, you stupid piece of shit!” While Damian twisted and screamed on the ground Dick tried to stop you. “Stop!” You used your own blood to do a cut in his arm. “AAAAH” you ran away. “Tim follow him!” You saw a person in a weird suit running towards you. “ what’s goin on!” Jason said waking up. “There’s no time let’s go!”
You saw a way out a pond. You used your abilities to go under water and then you were gone… no signs of blood nothing. “Where is he!?” “ he is there” they were so worried that they didn’t notice a wave going towards them. “Hey guys…” “not now Jason” Jason tried to tell Dick and Tim but they wouldn’t listen . “ how did you lost him!? Your Red Robin you’re telling me that he outran y you!?” “ it wasn’t as easy as it looked dick he is really fast!” Jason tried to push both of the arguing brothers. “Moveeeee!”
You were runing out of breath. “Shit!” You were bleeding really bad not like it’s new. It’s always been like this…
you’re alone.
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Hey yall! This is an alternative version of pt 1 where you male reader are a blood bending master. Hope yall like it! 😊
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I’m gonna add to your illness:
Do you think twisted glisten ever wondered if he did something horrible enough to deserve being left in basically complete isolation for weeks? Like that there’s some reason his mind hasn’t gone away quickly like the others and that him remaining conscious is some sick way for the universe to punish him for being egotistical? I’m sure initially he was relieved he wasn’t losing his mind but it gradually turned less into a comfort and more of a curse as the affects of prolonged isolation took its toll on his mind
POINTS. YOU. YOU GET IT. Coming from a run where I actually had Twisted Glisten on a floor (and died to Gigi </3) for this ask
AGH, this idea breaks my heart (/vpos) but ABSOLUTELY, YES, love the way your mind works with the angst. For a while he would ABSOLUTELY think of it as a blessing to not be like the others yet. To have enough consciousness to be able to restrain his hands together so he doesn't accidentally hurt anyone if/when he does succumb, to be able to speak and think still so that he can tell anybody who would come to rescue him that he's not Twisted yet, that he's still himself, because he knows that people will come to save him soon and he'll still be alive for when they do!!
. . .
People WILL be coming to save him, right? Surely he wouldn't be left behind. OF COURSE he wouldn't be left alone in a room of what are essentially thoughtless zombies of his old friends forever, likely on the same floor he corrupted / 'died' on - it's not too late for him... right?
. . .
Right?
. . .
Ohhhh his thought processes during this whole period are so fascinating to me, I need to study him under a microscope. Do you think he maybe tried to engage the other Twisteds in conversation for a while just to fill the crushing void of nothing, even if he was the only one talking and all they would do was ignore him or stare like they don't understand what he's saying, why someone like *them* is desperately trying to hold onto what they once *were* instead of just succumbing?
You think he ever wished he could even hear Finn making the worst joke ever in those moments? Because it would mean he wasn't alone?
Warning for a long rambling below because YES this got my creative juices FLOWING for stuff he thought of during his twisting and when people come on the elevator to whatever floor he's on.
And eventually he would just- stop talking to them because it wasn't enough, never enough to prevent his thoughts creeping in on him, and his sense of personal image still having some sort of say in 'People are going to think I'm *one of them* if they come and see me trying to *talk* to them, or at the very least think I've gone mad.'
He starts wondering WHY, exactly, he's still the only one he's seen that's still conscious, and he's not sure how long it's been, but he's SURE it's been long enough that by now any other Toon would have succumbed to the ichor, and then as more time goes on and days bleed into weeks, and he starts losing hope that anyone is coming, and starts thinking of his consciousness as a punishment, that this forced isolation from safety and anyone that actually has a lick of sentience left is something he deserves for something.
Maybe that this is what he had coming all along and maybe the other Toons have already forgotten him, that they were never coming to save him, that maybe he didn't have any actual 'friends' in Gardenview in the first place, and all the times Rodger would let him *whine* and *complain* about *his* small problems or when Brightney would invite him to book clubs were all done out of forced politeness since they're all made to promote 'Friendship!' and 'Kindness!' to children, and they just kept up appearances around him and he couldn't take a hint that maybe they all disliked him all along
And then what about when he heard the elevator stop on his floor?
What about having his hopes SOARING because people DID actually come to save him, that the only reason it took so long was because they were searching for him and filling ichor machines along the way!! And then having whoever is there confirming that to keep him happy, whether that was actually the case or not. And being so, *so* scared that he's following the other(s) around like a lost puppy and talking while they fill machines or maybe distracting a Twisted for them if they're being targeted to protect them. To make sure they don't meet the same fate that he did.
And then the *moment* he hears that elevator open and seeing them trying to hurriedly excuse themselves from him to get to it before it closes, he recognizes that look in their eyes. The same one he got when he saw the Twisteds for the first time.
They're scared of him. They think he's one of them. They want to get out of there.
They want to leave him alone again.
And he just *goes off the handle.* He can't take it anymore, he can't *handle* being alone here for another second. The ichor probably messes with his mind a little, making him want to *keep* them here if he can't leave, so that's probably why he attacks us in the game in the FIRST place. He doesn't mean to hurt, he just doesn't want to first people he's seen in who knows how long to go and he's going to do whatever it takes to prevent that.
And then when the elevator closes and people leave. AGH when he's LEFT AGAIN. Oh there's probably the worst thoughts he'd had the whole time because he had HOPE for a few short minutes, he wasn't ALONE anymore, and all of that was just crushed right before him because freaking out like that, in his mind, likely solidified their belief that he's truly one of the Twisteds, that he's dangerous and better off leaving than risking themselves by taking him. Oughhh that's probably what REALLY makes it stick in his mind that this is his own punishment, that this consciousness he has is a curse instead of a blessing because he's forced to live down there KNOWING what he just did and having nothing positive at that point to cling onto because he probably just dashed his only hope to get out of here and WHY won't his mind just go away and make him a mindless zombie at this point like everyone else because that would be the comfort at this point but it ***won't*** and he's always. Aware. Of everything that's happened to him.
RAGHHH this got SO MUCH LONGER THAN INTENDED but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! You're right, this is making my illness about Twisted Glisten so much worse /vpos and I love it, he's going to be spinning in my thoughts for such a long time and it's so so fun trying to analyze his mind like a little insect on a microscope. Researching him Rodger-style to figure out what is going ON in his HEAD up there. Sir, Mr. Glisten, sir what are your thoughts on being twisted and corrupted and broken paired with your existing autophobia? /silly.
#ask box!!#madcatdaderpydrawer-blog#twisted glisten#glisten dandys world#dandys world#i am so unwell about this mirror; and also if any of the stuff I talked about needs tagging for certain reasons lmk!!!#VERY VERY LONG POST HJGFSSS
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hiiiiiii if possible can i please also request a 🐚 with formula one? i am a (suffering) woman in stem (biomedical engineering) and although i can be introverted in situations w big groups i love spending time with my friends & making them laugh. i have no gender preference and i cannot wait to see what you come up with <33333
oookay lisa, it is high time i told you about this random ship/association that has been living rentfree in my mind for a while now... i can't keep quiet any longer, and i will wax poetic about you two, because clearly your one true f1 match is lewis hamilton.
okay first of all let me get the obvious out of the way: this man is absolutely gorgeous and oh so lovely oh my god. out of all the drivers on the grid he is the one i would be RACING to introduce to my parents. my mom would never ever reprimand me for anything again if i brought a guy like lewis home.
lewis is such an attentive guy, so he would most definitely try to keep up with your studies/work the same way you do his. it's only fair, and besides, he loves it when you nerd out about engineering; the way your eyes twinkle and you trail off because you get a little self-conscious. he thinks it's the most adorable thing ever, because guess what! he is a little bit of a nerd too!
also he loves asking you for input from an engineering perspective, which you've told him time and time again that you're in biomedical, you have NO idea how his car's aerodynamism or mechanic stress work, but he still values your expertise which is, obviously, the highest of praise coming from someone who is basically The Expert himself in his domain.
and you may act humble and like the mercedes engineers' jobs are way out of your league, but you do know your stuff about thermodynamics and fuel chemistry and composite materials, and lewis is blown away every time by your off-handed commentary, as if your observations were self-evident truths. certainly to you they are, the same way he's got an almost carnal understanding of his car's behavior on the track, and that's why you make such a fierce team. you're the theory, he's the practice <3
that's probably how you would meet by the way. and they were coworkers... oh my god they were coworkers... WAIT NO what if you were lewis' RACE ENGINEER ok ok i'm backtracking!!! you DO know your racing stuff actually. ohhhh good shit
because you know lewis is a cocky bastard (honorary, he's earned it) and when he's still high off the adrenaline of the race, perhaps when he's just scored a podium, he relentlessly flirts with you over radio. tells you he never could've done without you, right, sweetheart?, in that suave voice of his. on LIVE TELEVISION??
oh the twitter girlies are eating that up. and you are fumbling over your words, trying to congratulate him in a way that doesn't give away how putty in his hands you are.
but you're the one he runs to as soon as he's off the podium and free from the clutches of journalists and cameras, without fail.
planet F1 practically implodes after saudi arabia 2021, not only from the actual race which is already a good enough reason to go crazy tbh but also because lewis hamilton, breathless after racing past the checkered flag, seemingly asks you out point blank.
"congrats, lewis! you did it! that's first in the world again!" "... i believe this means i've won my bet, and i can finally take you out?"
we won't talk about the grand prix that followed, lol. he may have lost the world championship but at least he won the girl of his dreams, or something <3
you guys are so silly together it's actually disrespectful to the whole paddock. like there are people working here, loves. doing their 9 to 5. stop giggling and taking the piss at toto wolff in hushed whispers like school children!!
but you won't, and though they may not say it... all the other drivers love you two together <3 less so when knowing you are watching seemingly gives lewis wings during shootouts, however...
#— celebration; 1.5k!#— ask.#₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ lisa#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#lewis hamilton x reader
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Sakuverse Daycare: Cookies and Corners
It was nearing the end of first week of school at Sakuverse Daycare, and the air buzzed with excitement. The children were settling in, getting to know one another, forming bonds over shared toys, stories, and—most importantly—cookies.
Luca, the resident sunshine wrapped in a nervous bundle, had brought a batch of homemade cookies that morning. They were soft, warm, and perfectly shaped like little stars and moons. His mother helped him bake them, and he was determined to share them with everyone.
By midday, most of the cookies had been handed out. Andrew, who sat calmly reading a thick picture book about ancient myths, had taken one with a quiet nod of approval.
"Thank you, Luca," Andrew said, inspecting the cookie like a scholar examining a rare artifact. "Quite well done. The balance of sugar and butter is… acceptable."
Luca beamed, his confidence bolstered by the compliment. Isaac had taken one too, ruffling Luca’s hair affectionately.
But as Luca placed the last few cookies back into the container, he realized something. One person hadn’t received a cookie.
Xanthus.
He sat alone in the reading corner on his bean bag chair, a dark silhouette against the cheerful backdrop of the daycare. His head was lowered, his black hair partially obscuring his face as he quietly thumbed through a book with no pictures—an unusual sight for their age group.
Luca bit his lip. Xanthus wasn’t mean, but he was… intimidating. He rarely spoke to anyone and seemed to prefer the shadows to the lively chaos of the daycare.
Andrew, noticing Luca’s hesitant glance toward Xanthus, spoke up softly. “It’s fine if you don’t want to give him one. Some people prefer to be left alone.”
“But…” Luca fidgeted with the container. “I want everyone to feel welcomed. Cookies make people happy.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “True, but not everyone finds happiness in the same place. Some prefer solitude.”
Before Luca could reply, Elias popped up, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. “Ohhhh, are you scared of Xanthus?”
Luca’s eyes widened, and he flushed. “N-no! I mean… maybe a little.”
Elias leaned closer, eyes sparkling with playful mischief. “I triple dog dare you to give him a cookie.”
Luca’s heart nearly stopped. A triple dog dare was serious.
“No,” Isaac said firmly, standing behind Elias and delivering a light but swift slap to the back of Elias’ head. “Don’t pressure him.”
Elias winced and rubbed his head. “It was just a joke!”
Isaac crossed his arms, his tone softening as he turned to Luca. “You don’t have to do it just because someone dares you. Go at your own pace, okay? There’s no rush.”
Luca looked up at Isaac, grateful for the reassurance. His heart was still racing, but the fear ebbed slightly. “Thanks, Isaac.”
Isaac smiled. “You’ve got this. Just be yourself.”
Taking a deep breath, Luca clutched the container tightly and started his journey across the room. Each step felt heavier than the last as he approached the quiet, shadowy corner where Xanthus sat.
The closer he got, the louder his heart pounded. By the time he reached the edge of the reading corner, he was sure Xanthus could hear it.
Xanthus didn’t look up, still absorbed in his book. Luca swallowed hard, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
“H-hi,” Luca managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Xanthus slowly lifted his head, dark eyes meeting Luca’s. His expression was unreadable, calm but intense, like he was trying to decipher why Luca was standing there.
“I… um…” Luca held out the container, his hands trembling slightly. “I-I made cookies. For everyone. And… I didn’t want you to be left out.”
For a moment, there was silence. Luca’s fingers tightened around the container, preparing for rejection—or worse, no response at all.
But then, to his surprise, Xanthus set his book aside and reached out. His fingers, pale and slender, carefully took one of the star-shaped cookies.
“Thank you,” Xanthus said softly.
Luca blinked. “Y-you’re welcome.”
Xanthus examined the cookie for a moment, then took a small bite. His expression remained neutral, but there was a subtle shift in his eyes—a flicker of something… warmer.
“It’s good,” Xanthus said simply, his tone even.
Luca’s face lit up with relief and joy. “R-really?”
Xanthus gave a small nod. “Really.”
Luca’s shoulders relaxed, and for the first time, he felt like the shadows in the corner weren’t so scary after all.
As he turned to walk back, he heard Xanthus speak again, quieter this time.
“You’re brave.”
Luca paused, looking back at him. “I… I am?”
Xanthus nodded once. “For coming over here. Not everyone does.”
Luca smiled shyly. “I just wanted to make sure you felt welcome.”
Xanthus picked up his book again but glanced at Luca one more time. “You did.”
Luca’s heart swelled with a new kind of courage as he made his way back to the group.
Elias, watching from afar, gave him a thumbs-up. “Told you it’d be fine!”
Isaac rolled his eyes. “You almost gave him a heart attack.”
Andrew, ever the calm observer, sipped his juice box and smiled. “Well done, Luca.”
And for the rest of the day, Luca couldn’t stop smiling. Because even the quietest corners could hold the warmest moments—and sometimes, a simple cookie was all it took to make someone feel seen.
#sakuverse#zsakuva#peppymintdreamsproduction#pre peppymint break#isaac rhoades#luca pearce#andrew marston#xanthus claiborne#luca#andrew#isaac#elias#xanthus#zsakuva elias#zsakuva xanthus#zsakuva andrew#zsakuva luca#zsakuva isaac#sakuverse babies#sakuverse daycare#sakuverse isaac#sakuverse elias#sakuverse luca#sakuverse andrew#sakuverse xanthus
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Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 37
hmm yeah it is suspicious that the Emperor has to be locked away during the attacks. he gives an explanation, but we really only have his word for it
the Lyctors seem perfectly (and very convieniently) made to be able to enter the River while still defending themselves, which makes me wonder if that was the original purpose of creating Lyctorhood, and the Emperor maybe has some kind of plan revolving around it?
now this guy is quoting fucking Psalms 26 in Latin?? thats different to the quotes from before, the fact that its religious is interesting given this guy is apparently ‘God’ now, but he’s quoting a biblical text. also given Harrow can’t possibly know what he’s quoting 90% of the time, he’s awfully pretentious
Harrow’s eighteen, i’m pretty sure she knows how babies are made dude. at least she definitely knows after you guys nearly had a threesome in front of her on the dining room table
he’s been thinking Harrow and Ianthe are a thing omfg
the mysterious A.L.! somehow i was right that the Annabel Lee poem connected to her. and her having another name, and being dead for ten thousand years, i feel like thats a pretty good candidate for the good old Locked Tomb body. at least, thats my current theory.
‘She was my Adam’ again with the biblical stuff, this guy is seemingly religious, but also thinks he’s God??
and apparently the First House was destroyed via climate change and nuclear explosions. if i needed any other confirmation that its Earth (or some equivalent) then i’ve got it here i think
also he was just a normal person before the world ended, and he was the only one who survived and somehow became an incredibly powerful necromancer. i mentioned waaay back at the beginning of this liveblog that i knew there was a guy named John who had something to do with an apocalypse, but i didn't know if i was misremembering him being actually responsible for it, or if i was mixing it up with the Magnus Archives. and i, uh, still have no clue if that is the case or not from this convo, though i do feel like there's more he's not saying about this anyway (please no spoilers about this, i really appreciate everyone explaining things to me in the notes but i'd like to find out whats actually going on with this specifically while reading)
and A.L. was not a ‘normal human being’ whatever that means, and the Lyctors are ‘in a very real way’ A.L.’s children … what on earth does that mean? she discovered the secret of Lyctorhood maybe?
well that whole conversation both answered a whole bunch of questions and absolutely nothing at the same time 😂
well okay the dude’s gone past playing parent and just outright told Harrow he sometimes wishes she was his daughter. i really don’t know how much of that affection is genuine
imagine telling someone you view them as a surrogate daughter and they fucking. smash a glass table in response lol. and yeah if its been ten thousand years and you haven’t developed emotional intelligence yet, then i don’t think its happening mate
ohhhh shit she’s telling him about the Locked Tomb. and i suppose there are worse ways this could have ended than him not believing her at all, but i really don’t think she’s wrong, especially since Gideon said she saw her do so/saw the door open in the last book, i think she did get in there somehow
wait i was working under the assumption that it was the Emperor who’d messed up her memories, but its not! did she do it to herself then after writing the letters?
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hiii, so um you could write something that takes place in dallas, where the reader and Diego had a situationship before being thrown into the 60s, but after the reader spends 2 years there she ended up having a relationship with someone else... how Diego would react, etc. thxx
A/N: FIRST REQUEST YALL, LETS LOCK IN. This was supposed to be posted earlier but I forgot I had work😣 Hopefully you like it!! If you don’t well uhm. I can only go up from here!😃
The best way to describe the ‘relationship’ between Diego and I was complicated. It was everything but a relationship actually. We could be the last people on earth and we still couldn’t be in love with each other normally. None of his siblings know about our little… situationship. Or I guess you can say knew. We kinda got blasted into a different timeline.
Thanks Five.
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2 years later
“Klaus you started a cult!” I whispered yelled pulling him outside, away from his followers. I found Klaus on the side of the street passed out, not surprising I know. “It is not a cult! It’s an amazingg group of people who follow my every rule, move, and think I’m their savior.” Is he serious. Klaus looks like me with his drugged up smile before taking a deep breath “Yea no it’s definitely a cult.” I pinched Klaus arm, he started to rub it looking offended “Excuse you but this is vintage clothing you are touching” I rolled my eyes “It’s the 60’s everything is vintage!”
“Nuh uh!” “Yuh huh!”
“God you two still fight like kids.” I turned around to look for the voice who interrupted.
Diego. Shit.
Klaus started jumping and clapping his hands “My brother! Welcome to Destiny’s Children” Klaus said opening his arms towards his weird ass cult. While Klaus was trying to explain his ‘Evolutionary Home’ Diego and I were staring at each other. We haven’t seen each other since we got blasted. Klaus noticed and finally shut his big mouth “I feel tensionnn”
“Shut up” Diego and I said in unison
Before I knew it, I was in Diego’s arms. Diego was hugging me. “I missed you.” He whispered, it was a sweet moment until.
“Hey are you okay, I’ve been waiting in the car for like 40 minutes. Some girl asked me if I wanted a powder donut.. I don’t think it was powder sugar.” I may have forgotten my girlfriend in the car.. “Who’s this?” She pointed at Diego who had his arm around me protectively. “Uhh this is my friend Diego, and his brother Klaus” I stepped away from Diego. My girlfriend looked at me with a slight worried expression “Are they safe to.. you know. Tell?” She asked. It’s the 60’s, we couldn’t even go out holding hands. “Yes of course they are” I reassured her by holding her hand. Klaus caught on to what was happening between us. “Oh.. OHHHH, she’s your girlfriend isn’t she” Klaus yelled like a kid getting a toy on Christmas.
“Girlfriend?” Diego stared at me then at her. Then back at me. “Can we talk.” oh.
I nodded following him away from my girlfriend, Klaus stayed with her asking her questions. “You’re in a relationship really??” Diego whispered “Uh yeah? It’s been 2 years, it’s not like we were ever together” I crossed my arms leaning against a tree. Diego scoffed “So we never meant anything to you”
The fucking audacity.
“You were the one who treated it like nothing. You were the one who kept leaving. I wasn’t gonna wait for something that was never going to happen” I snapped. Diego stared at his shoes before speaking “I didn’t think you cared or that you were into that” He was gesturing towards my girlfriend who was desperately trying to get Klaus’s hand out of her hair.
Literally. Klaus was literally petting my girlfriend.
“That’s the problem you don’t think at all. And her name is Hilda.” I leaned off the tree to walk back. “Hilda? Really? How do you moan that nam-” I interrupted “It’s the 60’s okay! And that is none of your business.” I walked away then started running when I noticed Klaus’s group of followers trying to get Hilda to join.
Thanks Five.
#diego hargreeves#tua#klaus hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#five hargreeves#x reader#luther hargreeves#allison hargreeves#ben hargreeves#tua s4#tua fandom#tua five#tua luther#tua fanfic#tua viktor#tua klaus#tua ben#new writers on tumblr#diego hargreaves x reader#ben hargreeves x reader#tua season 4#tua spoilers#tua x reader#fanfic#tua season four
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𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐟, 𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
Chapter 4
Chapter summary: it’s strange how just before disaster a day could be so amazing
Tw:attempted sexual assault (very short I promise), cursing, violence, mention of blood, a term for sexuality being used negatively (from Merle obviously)
Daryl Dixon x reader
Word count: 2,658
Estimated read time: 12 minutes
(AN: hi! My editor has been a little unresponsive for a while 😅so if the quality of this one isn’t as good I apologize, I hope you enjoy it from here, this chapter may be a little difficult near the end but I promise it’s worth it!)
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9am
The day started with the same routine as always just before heading off to work. The walk to work was slow and quiet, all that could be seen was some children playing and a couple of cars driving past. The sky was a little overcast and the world seemed blue around you, as if a filter was laid across the earth.
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There it was once again.
‘Is someone following me?”
A quick survey of the land around you told you no one was around. You just couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on your being.
10:45
Picking up the pace of your walking you arrive at the diner. Denise shyly walks up to you as you don your apron.
“What’s up?” You look down at her and Kaya who was also speed walking towards you.
“Uhm could- well we- they just” Denise trembling and stumbling couldn’t seem to say what she needed, but thanks to Kaya you could get the message.
“Oh for Christ sakes denise. _____ the Dixons are at table six and we don’t wanna serve them because Becca just went over there to serve them but Merle asked for you and got a little frustrated when we said you weren’t here yet.”
‘Wait…’
“Holy shit you guys are scared of them?” you inquired
“You aren’t?!?” Denise squeaked, her dirty blonde hair falling in front of her glasses.
“Of course not! They wouldn’t hurt y’all.”
“We know that!” Kaya remarked “that doesn't mean he didn’t make us uncomfortable or yell at us!”
“Oh my lord. Fine I’ll serve them now get back to the counter before the boss gets mad”
As the two girls shuffle back to the counter you try to prepare yourself. ‘Daryl told me to leave them alone but if everyone else refuses to serve them and if Merle is getting aggressive I have no other choice….ugh. I guess I have to do it’ with a loud sigh and heavy feet, you walk up to the table.
“Well good morning y’all. What can I get started for ya?”
“Ga’ mornin’ darlin I’ll get eggs bacon and one of those big ass biscuits, what’ll you have darylina?”
“Fuck off, just get me the same as him” Daryl threw the menu on the table in front of him and crossed his arms.
You don’t bother to write down the order as they are in the diner often, then you try walk away.
“Where are you goin darlin?” Merle drawled
‘Damn! I was so close’ you thought to yourself
“Ohhhh~ just tryna relay your order”
“I know but ya usually talk with us before ya saunter back to the counter”
“Oh uhm well-“ what would be a terrible excuse is quickly interrupted by Merle.
“How’s about ya go give tha order then come sit down”
“Well my boss wouldn’t like that very much, and I just got here” you give a quick glance to Daryl as he scowled at you.
“Oh come on darlin’ it’ll be 2 minutes, jus sit with us”
With yet another heavy long sigh exiting your lungs you nod and Merle smiles. You walk at a fast pace towards the counter and tell the kitchen staff the order before taking off the apron you just put on a few minutes prior.
“Are you leaving already?” You hear Denise quietly squeak next to you.
“No, Merle just wants me to sit with them till their food is done.”
“I don’t think-“
“Yeah I know he won’t like it but he’s just gonna have to deal”
You give Denise a wink and a smile before walking to table six. As Merle sees you approaching he moves over in the old fashion booth seat. You take a quiet seat next to him as the boys finish up their conversation.
“No no no darylina. He said he went all the way with her. Ain’t no way he lied”
“I ain’t sayin Tristan lied I’m just sayin somethin’s up with that girl, Elisiya just don’t seem right to me.”
This is where you decided to insert yourself into their conversation
“Wait which Elisiya?”
“Yeah the one that Tristan claims he slept with” Merle explains
“Oh no they did sleep together” they both look at you silently so you decide to continue. “ they slept together, but Elisiya is gay….”
“What?” They both look at you as they say the question in unison
“She’s gay. She’s been dating girls since highschool. I don’t know why she slept with him but she has a girlfriend now, her name is Bridget. They seem very happy”
“…. Told you” Daryl snaps at Merle childishly.
“You ain’t tell me shit bout her bein a damn queer!”
“Hey!!” You shout “don’t say that!”
“..uhhh say what?” Merle looks at you puzzled.
“You called her a queer in a negative way, I don’t like that and I’m sure she wouldn’t either. respect the people you talk about around me please”
Merle looks at Daryl then at you again before he begins to laugh and Daryl rolls his eyes.
“And what’s so damn amusing?”
“Nothin darlin, jus’ I ain’t never been.. Corrected like that much less by a girl”
“Well it makes me upset because i know her, if someone called you names I’d correct them too”
The silence that followed your comment was uncomfortable and kinda scary, both the men staring at you like you’d grown 3 heads and a tail.
Merle finally decided to pipe up. “Now girl there ain’t never a reason for you to be gettin in trouble for the likes of us, believe you me if someone wants to talk out their dick let em’-“
“ORDER FOR TABLE SIX!!”
The man yelling from the kitchen for their food gave you an out that you aren’t sure you liked. You feel like there should have been a response on your part, but you get up anyway and rush to the counter before setting the plates of the table and getting back to work.
The dixons ate up their food and without a word left.the day at the diner as always flew by with very little mishaps. And before you knew it your shift was over and it was time for you to head to the liquor shop. The walk is as uneventful as ever as a subtle rain begins to fall, casting a beautiful blue over the earth. You enter the store and greet George.
“Afternoon man”
“Hi George, how was winter's appointment?”
“Terrible guess what she’s got”
“Adorable child sindrome and it’s incurable” you gasp jokingly
“Worse, strep”
“Oh gross”
“I know and her babysitter refuses to help out”
‘Gee I wonder why’ you think with an eye roll
“Well I get it G doesn't she have her own shit to deal with, I wouldn’t want to get sick either.”
“I know but now I don’t know what to do. She’s asleep right now at home but I can’t leave her alone until midnight” he expressed with a heavy sigh.
“Well I can close up for you.”
“Really?”
“Sure it’s only 1:20 right now so you can leave now to go check on her, come back and work till six and I got you on the rest”
“___ you are a lifesaver, really. you deserve like a medal or something”
“Or a raise” you smile wide and bat your eyes
“Don’t push your luck”
“Gotcha” you frown jokingly
George goes along with the plan you proposed and left to check on his daughter. You admired him for how amazing of a father he was. You also absolutely adored his daughter. Her long brown hair looked like her father but she had her mothers green eyes, she was probably the kindest quietest, kindest, and cutest kid you’ve ever met. You loved babysitting for her. Once George came back the day came and went and before you knew it it was time for George to go.
“Bye babes I’ll see you tomorrow”
“Bye george!”
And now…. You wait. The store closed at midnight and it was only six. Oh if only you had a sick person related by blood that you could go home to.
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10:46 pm
An older slobby man walked into the store. He reeked of alcohol, old cigarettes, and poor hygiene. He was tall and lanky but had a bit of a beer belly. He huffed and puffed and muttered to himself in an annoyed tone for a couple minutes while making his way around the store.
Heavy steps echoed the isles while he walked until he reached the counter with a bottle of booze and a lighter before giving you a sleazy smile.
‘Gross’
“Evening’ gorgeous”.
You could smell him.
“ a pack of cigarettes I don’t care what kind” he gruffed.
You grabbed him a random pack and tossed it on the counter.
“Hey pretty lady?” You looked up at him to acknowledge you heard “you know what you should do '' he lifted his head to look down on you before coughing and not covering his mouth.
‘Gross’
“What sir”
“Gimme ya number, I’m takin ya out”
‘Oh god’ you cringe
“No thank you sir it’s not professional to give out my number at work”
“I said i want your number” you could tell he was getting agitated and he started looking more violent you don’t know how someone could look violent but he was starting to.
“And I said no thank you, I’m not interested in a date please and thank you” you hand him his bag and receipt “now have a good night sir”
He snatched his bag and mumbled under his breath. He gave you a weird feeling, you look over to the security camera then go back to your work. ‘
‘A little more and I can go home’
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‘I can’t belive Merle is making me go back there’
Daryl thought to himself. after the boys had left the diner Daryl took Merle to look for a job. With very little luck from all 6 places they went to the bar at about 4pm. The brothers stayed at the bar and talked with Merle’s friends about what has happened since Merle was let out, what Merle went in for, and other ridiculous stories. Daryl never liked Merle’s friends much. They were pricks to put it bluntly. Daryl only got along with the guys that he worked with at the auto shop. But even then he couldn’t stand them for more then a couple hours out of work.
The pair finally left the bar to head home at 8pm. Merle had gotten them kicked out because he got shitfaced and thought it would be a great idea to start flirting with one of the bartenders, a bartender that just so happens to be a patrons wife. As always a fight broke out and the owner said he wouldn’t call the cops if they just left. The last thing Merle needs is the cops being called. His parol officer is already up his ass.
Once they got home Merle passed out while Daryl sat and watched tv for a bit. It was peaceful. Merle has a quite boisterous voice that gives Daryl a fucken headache. The only times Daryl gets a break is when Merle is passed out of just gone.
A couple hours later a very grumpy and hungover Merle awakens and is not happy at all. He starts grumbling at Daryl to turn the tv down and then starts barking at Daryl to go to the store.
“I need some FUCKEN aspirin!”
“We don’t have any more Merle I told you!”
“God! Don’t yell man my head feels like someone fucked my ear while I was asleep. Just go to the liquor store and get me some. While you’re at it get me one of those foil wrapped hot burgers they sell.” Merle tosses some loose bills and change at Daryl before turning back over in bed.
Daryl, frustrated and annoyed, picks up the money and heads outside to his truck.
“ It’s 11:40 and you want me to go to the fucken store just cos you got shitfaced” he angrily talks to himself. ‘Maybe I’ll get myself some smokes while I’m there.
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Daryl begrudgingly hops out of his truck and stomps toward the front doors. You jumped at the sound of the door chime. The two of you made eye contact and suddenly the air felt a little colder. He was always so hard to look away from. His blue eyes looked as if they were glowing.
‘Oh my god I need coffee’ you thought, shaking your head.
Daryl made his way through the store quickly before rushing to the counter. He plopped all the items down and stood awkwardly as you scanned them. As soon as he was done without a word he walked out of the store and to his truck.
You watched as he scurried out before looking at the clock. 11:54.
‘I can start closing up. I think Daryl was the last person I needed to help tonight’ you walked through the store turning off the lights and restocked the cups for the morning.
As you starts to lock up you realize you forgot to take out the trash.
‘I can do it quickly’ you think to yourself swinging the bag over your shoulder and heading out the front door to the ally.
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There’s something wrong.
“Who 's there?” You shout out.
‘Someone' s there!’ You can feel the eyes of someone on you.
“Who the fuck is there!!” You reach down to feel your pocket.
‘FUCK my keys are inside!’ You begin to panic. Staring at the entrance of the alleyway. You drop the garbage before booking it in the direction you came in, but whoever was there was too quick. A hand pulled at your hair and pulled you back. You screamed before another hand flew to your mouth. Then that’s when it clicked.
You could smell him.
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Daryl was sitting in his truck smoking a cigarette. He wanted a few minutes of peace before he went home to Merle’s moody hungover ass. He saw you walk out into the alleyway with the trash as he was halfway through his cigarette. He caught himself staring. He couldn’t deny that he found you pretty. Hell more than pretty.
He felt a little bad for the last conversation you two had.
‘If ya could even call that a conversation I just sat there an yelled at tha poor girl’ he thought to himself.
Just as his cigarette had gone out and he was ready to drive away he heard you scream. Panic filled his veins as he surged out of the driver's seat and ran to the alley way. He could barely see but he faintly made out the outline of a man standing over you, pinning you to the wall with his hand over your mouth. He couldn’t see the man’s other hand, and that scared him. Without thinking he punched the man in the side of the head as hard as he could before hitting him in the stomach. The first punch knocked him out. The second got him off you quicker.
He looked to you to see that your t-shirt was ripped and your pants were unbuttoned but not unzipped or pulled down. Then he looked you in the eyes. You were crying and shaking with a bruise over your mouth. You hugged him. He usually would never let you touch him as he hated being touched but he couldn’t push you off, not now. He eased you off of him and walked you to his truck.
“Did you lock up?” He asked.
No answer.
“Where are your keys”.
No answer.
He buckled your seatbelt before shutting the door. He ran into the store and found your keys on the counter. He locked up for you before running back to his truck.
Once he was in the driver's side he found you had turned on the radio and taken the blanket he had splayed across his jump seats. He started to drive away. You knew he didn’t know where you lived so you weren’t surprised when you arrived at his apartment complex.
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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "A Tour of Odd Squad" Episode Followup, Part 2
Part 2 of this very meta episode continues! Who's the adult without any children villain? Find out below the break!
It's like they realized we've gotten so few songs sung in the franchise that they're paying people back with interest for it.
odd squad tour
doesn't sing an odd squad song and instead just gives us the end
God- sh- e- what the hell, Rob?!?!?!
Ohhhh...so the guy was a red herring.
That...changes things. Doesn't change my opinion about the episode all too much, but I don't know, I'd say they got me pretty good.
Funny how I mention "Into the Odd Woods" and then a few episodes later we get clowns pie-ing themselves in the face.
Y'know...just like Omar.
Putting aside the fact that Opie seems to have smartened up considerably in between "The New Ozzie" and this episode...I do like how this episode is taking the "villain dresses up in obvious clothing" cliche and turning it on its head by having the villain wear completely normal clothing so they'll be disguised.
It's almost like...they might be aware of the cliche. Hmmmm...
Or likewise, that villains actually are criminals because real-life criminals do not dress in ridiculous getups.
For a second, my mind went deep into the gutter and went, "If he serves them food and one of them has an allergy to that food..."
But no. No. Not for this episode.
"You've led me right to the Power Room."
"And you'll have to get through us first!"
"A few small children? Ha, don't make me laugh!"
MS. ELECTRIC!!! ELECTROCUTE HIS ASS!!!!!
...I'm sorry, that was the first reference that popped up into my head. Bro got electrocuted somewhere down the line though.
Okay, we get it, it is meta, and they loved it.
"Always have a villain on the tour."
Or in actuality, "If you have not stepped foot in a birthing room and laid down and popped out a child, or supported someone popping out a child, then welcome to the Odd Squad Superfan Tour, my name is Opie, and let's begin!"
And your credits for this episode. My guess is that these episodes combine both segments' credits together in the same run -- hence why we have other characters not seen here in this episode. I...can't believe it took me this long to realize that, lol.
(On the plus side, someone's getting a lot of mileage out of LGBTQ+ triangle villain this season. They're giving a "fuck you" to critics and going hard.)
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Overall, this was an okay episode with a mix of good and bad things. Wasn't really what I was expecting, unfortunately, but I did very much enjoy the red herring. If this episode really is some kind of a jab at adult fans of the franchise...it's not really a good one. This franchise has done better jabs at that group of people, and quite frankly I don't take kindly to shows that make jabs at the whole of the periphery demographic instead of, say, just creepazoids within the demographic.
But naturally, this is a Rob joint. And the last Rob joint I did a followup on wasn't too good either. So I wasn't expecting anything crazy stellar. But this episode could have been so much better for being a part of a 10th-anniversary series, and instead what we got was...nothing really of substance beyond an Oscar mention, like that makes it okay. And the meta stuff. That too.
In essence, this plot is basically what you hire fans to write. And frankly, I could probably pull it off better than Rob did. Anyone in the fandom could pull it off better than Rob did. There's a challenge for ya.
Next up on the block will be "Club 37", which, if I'm not mistaken, features unicorn Rainbow Dash. So I'm gonna become even more insufferable with all the MLP references! Huzzah!
Seren out!
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