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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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Hey there I have a request for you! Picture the scene:There’s a heatwave in Santa Carla and everyone is trying their best to stay cool including the boys who are in the cave trying to block any sunlight in the cave,but sense the boys don’t have air conditioning or water they are mostly stuck inside when the fem reader comes in the cave to find them laying around the main entrance of the cave sweating like crazy and bored,when the reader had a idea her idea is to invite them to her house and make blood frozen treats like popsicles!

If you like the idea 😅

Frozen blood is better than ice cream

warning : fluff

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Info : Thanks for the request it was really fun to write it especialy because of the hot temperature here in Germany and it reminded me off a scene from the Movie : Only Lovers Left Alive (also a vampire movie) where they also have blood ice cream :)

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It was too hot in Santa Carla in one of the worst and warmest summers in history. The plants died, the trees withered and the people of Santa Carla suffered from the heat. Young and old alike, they all sweated under the hot sun.

They sought refuge in the blue, cool sea that had not yet been warmed by the sun, raided the ice cream parlours or jumped into their own pools if they could afford it.

But this did not apply to all the inhabitants of Santa Carla. There was a small group of four creatures who were able to escape the sun but had nothing against it to protect themselves.

A group that only had the shade and the night, as well as sleep, which in such temperatures was more likely to end in a sweat bath than anything else.

But the five members of the group hardly noticed any of this. Instead of sweat, the young woman had a smile on her face as she rode her motorbike over the long, seemingly endless road.

The wind was pleasantly cool and she was happy to see her four bats. During the summer she had hardly felt any of the heat.

Whether it was because of all the ice she had stashed away, the latest air conditioning system or the ten fans in her house was a debate.

But now, in the late afternoon, when the temperatures were cooling down to some extent, at least in her mass, she ventured out again.

Which is why she decided to check on her four creatures first.Vampires and heat, what do they look like? she asked herself, smiling slightly as she imagined four bats in a swimming ring.

All enjoying a swim maybe in the moonlight but still with sun creams one could never be too careful. Whether human or vampire, both would surely get sunburnt.

Coming to a stop a few metres before the entrance, she switched off the motorbike. The sun was still relatively high despite the time of day.

Even though she enjoyed the warmth to a certain extent, at some point it was too unbearably hot even for her.

Which is why, with a delighted grin, she set off into the cave to see her four favourite people. At least that was her plan.

Walking along the stony dark rocky path that was still lightly illuminated by the last rays of the sun. A few moments later she found herself in the cave that was the home of her four friends.

But no sooner had she taken a few more steps into the cave than she startled when she felt a hand on her ankle.

Cold and clawing at her, the person pulled herself up slightly. ,,Please-please-please make me human," she heard Paul plead as he lay on the floor, exhausted from the heat and looking as if he would fall over at any moment.

Hastily putting him on his back and trying to help him somehow, she heard Marko's dark giggle shortly afterwards. ,,Nothing's wrong with him, he's just sweating and bored," the blond said and carefully fanned himself with one of his pets' pigeon wings. She doubted whether this would really do any good.

But she also saw that the blond curly head was sweating and leaning more and more against the once cold stone wall. ,,Like all of us," she heard David's voice, half-trying not to touch too much in his chair. The material must be hot, she thought, and even saw that he wasn't wearing a cigarette.

Even for that it was apparently too hot for the leader. Understandable. ,,Mhh" grumbled Dwayne who made his way down from the ceiling of the cave to them.

She looked at the duct tape in his hand and saw that they had closed all the holes with cardboard, paper and other things, including duct tape.

It was makeshift but holding. ,,Nice device," she murmured and saw the short nod of Dwayne who, like the others, also had a layer of sweat on his body. ,,My poor vampires," she began and looked at the others again until she slowly realised that the four of them had no real option but to stay inside.

At least during the day when they didn't want to be fried. ,,Maybe I have something for you, come and see me, it might help!" she called and ran out of the cave with a wave and an encouraging look.

She knew exactly what she could give the four of them to cool them down. It would take a little effort, but her four sweet vampires deserved a reward.

Especially in this heat. Which is why it didn't surprise her that just a few hours later, when the sun had set, the doorbell rang. ,,Come in, you humans," she quipped, and heard Paul and Marko giggling as they pretended to take off their coats and hats.

After the five of them stood in the living room and practically threw themselves in front of the fans, she smiled.

All that's missing is a swimming hoop, she thought and giggled as she imagined the four of them swimming in a pool. ,,You said you had something for us," she heard David say, still holding his cigarette.

The last thing she wanted was the smell of smoke to last forever. Nodding, she disappeared for a moment into the kitchen.

The sound of the freezer opening and closing could be heard before she returned with five popsicles. ,,Ice cream!" Paul shouted and was about to reach for them when Dwayne slapped his hand away and grabbed the woman's wrist. ,,You didn't have to do that," he said quietly and she nodded knowingly.

Knowing that the others also saw the plaster on her wrist. Which was holding the wound in place.

Now the others seemed to slowly understand as they smelled the sweet familiar odour emanating from the ice carried through the room by the fans. ,,I know...but I wanted to give you something cool and delicious...an ice cream that tastes good" she replied and put one of the popsicles in each of their hands. Before she took the light vanilla ice cream and licked it.

Giving a satisfied sigh, the others also tried the ice cream. First it was just a nod, then a satisfied sigh before a loud ,,Yummy!" came from Paul and Marko, which was supported by David and a ,,Really good" from Dwayne.

Satisfied that the four of them liked her frozen blood and ice cream, she sat down on the chair next to a fan and watched her four vampires.

All happy with a smile on their lips as they lapped up the ice cream. Despite the heat that was still raging outside, it was more than just pleasantly cool for the five of them. It was bleeding cold.

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shannendoherty-fans · 1 month ago

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Another month without her :( This was what Time published when she passed away, just found it recently but it's beautiful so I wanted to share it:

Remembering Shannen Doherty, the Quintessential Gen X Girl

Shannen Doherty in 2002SGranitz/WireImage via Getty Images

By Judy Berman — July 14, 2024 9:35 AM EDT

Shannen Doherty epitomized the experience of growing up female in the ’90s. Like her iconic Beverly Hills, 90210 character, Brenda Walsh, she contained a volatile mix of Gen X angst, teen fragility and feminist grit. She thrived as a porcelain-skinned, dark-haired drama queen in a world of tan, blonde valley girls, and owned her identity as an angry young woman before Courtney Love and Elizabeth Wurtzel made it a trend. She wasn’t for everyone, but that was part of her appeal.

Celebrity was not always kind to Doherty, who died on July 13at age 53 after a nine-year struggle with breast cancer. Though she’d been acting professionally for a decade when Fox’s 90210 debuted in 1990, the actor rocketed to full-on fame as the pioneering teen soap about social politics at West Beverly High slowly rose in the ratings. Tabloids sank their fangs into the young, photogenic cast, slotting Doherty—who was still 19 when the show premiered—into the role of villain. Called out for her partying, her tumultuous romantic relationships and her reportedly imperious behavior on set, she was let go from the long-running drama after four seasons.

“I was 21 years old, trying to grow up and figure out who I was,” Doherty explained to TIME in 1998. “I didn’t consciously think, ‘Maybe I should be real low-key and stay in my house.’ Instead I was like, ‘I’m 21 and I can go out and have a great time and experience the whole college life.’” In retrospect, the typically self-aware actor concluded that she had made herself an “easy target.” With the hindsight of a few additional decades, it also seems clear that the media had been excessively hard on a young woman coming of age in front of paparazzi flashbulbs.

Despite producer Aaron Spelling and creator Darren Star’s attempts to replace Brenda with other brunette troublemakers, the show was never the same without Doherty. 90210’s teenage characters had begun their lives as antiquated teen-movie stereotypes: Brenda’s twin brother, Brandon, was the all-American golden boy; Kelly, the pretty queen bee; Steve, the fratty bro; Donna, the sweetheart; David, the annoying little brother. Luke Perry’s motorcycle-riding bad boy was James Dean with a trust fund. Doherty was the first to make her character—conceived as a self-conscious Midwestern transplant—into something more authentic and contemporary.

Infused with Doherty’s preternatural fire, Brenda became a moody brat, yes, but also an earnest romantic who channeled her overabundance of feelings into a love affair with theater. Her self-righteous smirk, withering glare and wide, mischievous grin captured the emotional extremes of adolescence to an extent that words could never quite express. In the early ’90s, after a decade that saw a massive right-wing backlash to the gains of second-wave feminism, America was waking up to the rage of a new generation of women. Not long after 90210 emerged, female-dominated punk bands like L7, Bikini Kill and Hole stormed the rock mainstream—and Doherty’s performance began to look not just inspired, but also prescient.

Those girl-power undertones didn’t stop Brenda from battling Kelly (Jennie Garth, also rumored to be Doherty’s biggest behind-the-scenes rival) for Dylan in one of the show’s most memorable storylines. When she lost her virginity with him at the end of Season 1, local affiliates blasted the producers over the consequence-free depiction of teen sex. Looking back on the characters’ relationship in a 2008 interview with the New York Times, Doherty recalled “how messed up, sometimes, it could be, but ultimately there was love between them, and then eventually they grew apart.” For her, their romance was a funny, ultimately humane tale of a girl trying too hard to become the person she thinks her boyfriend wants her to be. “It’s kind of a good lesson,” she noted, “just be yourself and be comfortable in your own skin.” Four decades in Hollywood seemed to have led the actor, who was open about her mistakes, to a similar conclusion.

Born in Memphis, Tenn. on April 12, 1971, Doherty lived below the Mason-Dixon line for long enough to absorb Southern Baptist values fostered by her mother Rosa’s side of the family. When she was six, her parents moved Shannen and her older brother, Sean, to Los Angeles, where her father, Tom, had bought a trucking company. Though their fortunes fluctuated throughout her childhood, she soon discovered her talent for acting in a church production of Snow White. In 1982, the same year she voiced Teresa Brisby in the animated classic The Secret of NIMH, she nabbed the role of Jenny Wilder in Little House on the Prairie. “That show changed my life,” Doherty told People in a 1992 cover story, recalling the advice its executive producer and star Michael Landon gave her: “Always stick up for yourself. Never let anybody walk all over you.”

By the mid-’80s, Doherty had aged into the decade’s booming teen culture, racking up Young Artist Award nominations for roles in long-forgotten shows like Our House, as well as starring in the silly flick Girls Just Want to Have Fun alongside Sarah Jessica Parker and Helen Hunt. Viewers got their first glimpse of her mean-girl swagger in 1989’s Heathers, the cult black comedy that cast her as one of three identically named preppies who rule their high school with manicured fists. A wickedly funny funeral scene finds Doherty’s Heather Duke, decked out in a big hat and opera gloves, grinning beatifically as she thanks Jesus for the death of her friend.

For better or worse, it was 90210 that defined her public life after 1990, spawning anti-fanzines and punk singles that proclaimed their hatred of Brenda and earning Doherty a “difficult” reputation that she never lived down. But she did have fun with her image in the indie movies she made after leaving the show; Doherty is incandescent as an aggrieved girlfriend in Kevin Smith’s Mallrats and hilarious in a brief role as a day-glo ditz in Gregg Araki’s Nowhere.

Controversy followed her to the WB’s Charmed, a breezy supernatural drama also produced by Spelling, where for three seasons beginning in 1998 she turned in feisty performances as the eldest of three unfeasibly attractive witch sisters. Amid reports of clashes with co-star Alyssa Milano, Doherty’s character was killed off and Rose McGowan signed on to replace her.

Doherty was in and out of the spotlight after that, appearing in the short-lived 2004 Fox soap North Shore and, two years later, hosting an Oxygen reality show called Breaking Up With Shannen Doherty, in which she helped wannabe singles dump their significant others. Despite her abrupt exit from Beverly Hills, the franchise came calling again in 2008, with the CW reboot 90210. And she agreed to reprise the role of Brenda—now a famous stage actor—in a guest arc. “I didn’t want it to be like she was still stuck in high school with the same attitude,” Doherty told the Times in 2008, explaining that she had vetted the producers’ new vision for Brenda to ensure that the character had evolved. “Although I don’t think Brenda was mean, she reacted to the things that were happening around her, and she reacted as a teenager does.”

Following brief marriages to Ashley Hamilton (the son of George Hamilton) in 1993 and Rick Salomon (the poker pro best known for co-starring in Paris Hilton’s sex tape) in 2002, Doherty settled down with photographer Kurt Iswarienko in 2011; WE tv reality show Shannen Says chronicled their wedding preparations. Yet tragedy struck in 2015, when Doherty was diagnosed with breast cancer. After a brief remission, she revealed on Good Morning America in February 2020 that her cancer was back and she’d been living with a stage 4 diagnosis for a year. “I don’t think that I’ve processed it yet. It’s a bitter pill to swallow,” she said in the tearful interview. “There are definitely days where I say, ‘Why me?’ And then I go, ‘Well, why not me? Who else?’” Still going strong that fall, Doherty reflected on her life with unprecedented vulnerability in a widely read Elle profile. After an honest internal reckoning, she explained, “what I came out with was, I have good karma. It may not seem like it, but I’ve been a really good human being.”

Doherty got a final opportunity to revisit Brenda Walsh—and prove she could laugh at herself—in 2019’s deeply self-aware BH90210, a silly but mostly fun meta-revival on Fox that had the original cast playing exaggerated versions of themselves. In storylines caricatured from real life, Shannen was the free-spirited, post-fame holdout, and the one whose paycheck was the envy of her castmates. On Entertainment Tonight, Doherty explained that she’d decided to participate as a tribute to Luke Perry, who had died following a stroke that March. “Replaying Brenda was something I said I wouldn't do twice and I've replayed her now twice, so I guess I could never say I'm never going to do something again because I end up doing it,” she said. “As [Perry’s] on-set family, I felt like it was an important time for all of us to come together to honor him.”

That both actors would die young feels tragic enough to come from the melodramatic mind of the character from whom Doherty’s identity proved so inextricable. It’s a small consolation that we’ll remember them at their most romantic, as two teenage rebels with the world at their feet.

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hislittleraincloud · 1 month ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGGG!

So fucking few people care about the fucking nightshades, duuuuuude.....

And your constant babbling about the details and myriad of OCs for your continuation of your story is honestly off-putting when I care only for the main few Netflix-canon characters. Yes, i can just not follow you, but I' m too freaking invested in the story you're writing.

So, can you just chill out and at the least finish the first SA story?? Cause, for sure, I won't be tuning in for the sequel, but I'd really like to finish reading your take on the S1 plot.

Peace to you, dude!

P.S. and just chill with the superiority attitude due to your age & knowledge. Nobody asks you to be everyone's life teacher, protector & guardian.

🤔

If you do follow me, then you should know that since appx. a year ago, I've faced significant Life is Shitty roadblocks to finishing 8. Like losing the only two friends in this building to protect and commiserate with me about the building manager who's been harassing me for 15 years (the same amount of time I had the dog that just died; she harassed me on the day that he died about him "pissing and shitting in the halls" even though he hadn't even been in the hall for years due to his paralysis...that is the type of harassment I face every day bc she's fucking insane). And of course, caring for and losing my dog. It takes a lot of time, energy, and attention to care for a senior dog with dementia, and that's what I'd been doing for the past six or so months. I am isolated, physically disabled, and...I dunno, I don't have the words for it. Not any good words. Sometimes I forget to eat and drink.

But I'll stop with the excuses.

Couple of Rudes I'd like to poke at:

"And your constant babbling about the details and myriad of OCs for your continuation of your story is honestly off-putting when I care only for the main few Netflix-canon characters."

Myriad. 🤔 So far, I count only four with speaking lines, and a couple of them have been negligible to the storyline so far (but not the first one):

Chancellor Laslow, Rowan's father

Mishizu Herz, one of the Nopperabo students (and who is canon, she's the faceless girl that Enid and Wednesday pass by in the beginning, so she isn't that much of an OC)

Judge Christine Stone, the judge who sentenced Tyler & Co. for their part in the assault on Xavier

David Breeding, the icky (VERY fucking icky) right wing, anti-Outcast Jericho city councilman.

Morella, if you want to count the cat.

I didn't think four "original" characters was overwhelming in a 150,000 word monster, but I guess it is. I must be in competition with Rowling's Order of the Phoenix.

"So, can you just chill out and at the least finish the first SA story?? Cause, for sure, I won't be tuning in for the sequel, but I'd really like to finish reading your take on the S1 plot."

Hardly anyone in the fandom:

Me: I fucking love the Nightshades, there isn't enough about the Nightshades, the sequel to Satisfying Afterburn is going to be extremely Nightshades heavy!

You: Cool, I love the Nightshades too and only care about the canon Nightshades and for sure won't be reading your sequel.

Me: ???

I mean, thanks for the limited readership?

"P.S. and just chill with the superiority attitude due to your age & knowledge. Nobody asks you to be everyone's life teacher, protector & guardian."

Do you often say such degrading things to people you don't know? I mean really. Who follows someone for their story and thinks typing up any of this is encouraging them to finish it?

People like you are part of the reason why I'm such an asshole.

But as to our precious Nightshades, you'll get plenty (PLENTY) of them in 8, much more than fkn Millar & Gough gave us. The scene where 7 ended upon will be continued, but it will appear at the end of Part 1. In the meantime before (after...I told you, this is complicated) that in Part 1, there is a huge Wenjax scene as well. In Part 2 you'll get to see Xavier in the cruiser with Donovan (I already posted a snippet of that months back), Yoko & the Gang evacuating Nevermore, extended Bianca and Ajax scenes, and in Part 3 the Nightshades will get their wrap-up. Goody, the original American Nightshade, will also make more appearances than the ones that she does in canon 8.

All of the Nightshades are valuable to me, and they — along with their Nightshade Society parents — are the core of what my sequel will be about. But yanno. It's whatever.

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chi-chi-chimera · 2 years ago

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Fic Ideas (free to a good home)

Long masterpost of various plot bunnies and fic ideas I’ve had over the years, for various fandoms. Pick them up if you’re interested.

Note: the formating on this only works if you go to my blog itself, not on dashboard.

TRANSFORMERS:

Human town AU, in the 80s. Mining town where the mines have since closed. Shockwave owned the mine and was in with the government, secretly mining uranium. Outliers = shockwave sponsored children’s ward at hospital for all these kids turning up with cancer. Megatron was a miner, now running for a government position (state governor). Shady deals with local gangs. Beating up gangsters. Running Overlord out of town.

Empurata Optimus. Caught by Sentinel Prime during the time when he’s running with the outliers. Make an example of him like they did with Shockwave. Mnemosurgery to make him ‘Lawful’. However following the letter of the law and their government conflicts and he is able to break through the mental block. Alpha Trion gets him the Matrix. Joins the Decepticons. MegOp.

Starscream gets to be happy and learn he can win by actually making things better for people. Wheeljack helps. People stop being mean to him and he gets over his trauma.

Rung remembers he’s Primus from the beginning and tries to stop the war.

RIVERS OF LONDON:

Role reversal AU, somewhat based on sixthlight’s ‘Changes of Perspective’:

the Folly/Little Crocodiles being the mainstream and Nightingale being the ‘faceless man’. Similar background with Ettersberg happening differently, Folly still being around, Chorley et al joining in the traditional way and getting up to all sorts of unethical things. Lesley POV at least at first - she goes to murder squad, peter goes to case progression. Peter ghost hunting, meets nightingale, but no transfer as nightingale isn’t police. Learning magic in secret - Lesley is aware something’s up but reckons peter is trying to keep his new posh bf secret. Different jobs mean they see less of each other anyway. Lesley partly caught up in Punch thing tho not as pretty polly - sees Folly magic during Chelsea riots and is selected as police liaison. Picks up magic similarly to canon, so they are forced to train her.

Magic still a well kept secret - rich, important people know, general public less so.

Time advances. Lesley and Chorley get on/work well together. Slowly inducted into Dark Side of Folly, human experimentation, unethical magic, right-wing bigot attitudes a la canon. Drifting further apart from Peter, who is moving slowly up his own side of the career ladder. Seems outwardly to have lost some of his drive/ambition, but this is because of split attention between police and wizardry.

Nightingale left Folly after war with David Mellenby to retire - soured by war. David kept on with scientific assessment of magic, ended up recruiting some students, associating more deeply with demimonde, was deemed to be a threat by the Folly and died suddenly and inexplicably - murdered, but that can’t be proved. David had been keeping enough of all this from Thomas that he wasn’t targeted by Folly at same time - also some fear of Nightingale’s power. Subsequently Thomas withdrew from the world even more, and then the anti-aging started to happen, and he dropped off the Folly’s radar (or, Folly tried to kill him, he escaped, and faked his own death?)

Nightingale running an ‘underground railroad’ for victims of the Folly - chimeras, fae and the like

Nightingale trying to amass enough power to take down the Folly’s wards, hence various ritual things as per Faceless Man, and eventually coming to the Folly’s attention once more, though they don’t know who he is

Nightingale doesn’t want outward war with Folly because of collateral damage to demi-monde, they keep trying to force a confrontation, even though lots of fear of his level of power/speculation about still being alive and how

Base of operations - family property, but might not have been able to legally inherit it? False identity from the Rivers, owes them a favour - possibly paying that back by running the demimonde safehouse.

Some kind of Dresden Files casefic crossover

Magnus Archives crossover:

has Chorley been working toward an Entity ritual this whole time? The Lonely was trying to get Nightingale during the time he was the Last Bastion of English Magic. Newtonian magic and the genius locii as something unconnected to the 14 - not everything is lovecraftian horror, but the Archives tend not to run into nice things.

Black Library is full of ‘Leitner’ books

halley/raynier and newton were friends - the Dark has been concealing knowledge of the Dread Powers from Newtonian wizards for a long time

It starts with a book Peter finds at the goblin market, one which has strange signare and which Nightingale takes from him very quickly before it can get its teeth into him too much

Peter and Arcane Architecture - robert smirke et al

Sometime mid season 4/2018 but pre apocalypse, enough for trauma-hungry archivist and peter has a lot of trauma

STAR WARS:

Twin Sunrise universe rewrite of the ST:

Ben Solo has been having dreams of the desert for as long as he can remember. It’s hot and dry and he is always hungry. The sand is a graveyard of Imperial vessels, remnants of the civil war. He has told his parents about his dreams, but none of them have any idea what they mean. Then one night there are voices in the dream. Voices upon voices, screaming at him.

Ben has been training with his mother and uncle in the ways of the Force along with other children who had previously been destined to be Inquisitors

Hux Palpatine is growing up alongside him, with some strength in the Force but not enough to have been a Republic Jedi. He and Ben are tentative boyfriends.

Rey is a wage-slave in the desert of Jakku and she’s had a running commentary in her head for as long as she can remember, going on about the Sith and her Destiny.

The ST but Finn is the main character and it’s about brainwashed stormtroopers and the political state of the galaxy makes sense.

Maul trains Grogu AU:

Maul is the one who comes for Grogu on Tython and he gets there before Luke does.

Luke arrives too late and is very confused.

Time Travel Vader AU:

Vader gets sent physically back in time, suit and all, and runs around the galaxy fucking shit up, threatening his younger self, pining over Padme, keen on killing Palpatine etc.

The Jedi think he’s some ancient Sith Lord from the Old Empire who has been in carbonite this whole time or something.

Purge Trooper Cody! Au:

That one tumblr post basically.

ATLA:

Ozai is ‘helping’ AU:

Ursa fails to assassinate Azulon, and is killed. Ozai flees the palace before he is imprisoned and executed, and ends up having to leave the Fire Nation after he is proclaimed a traitor.

Being too open with his firebending in the Earth Kingdom is… troublesome. Killing is fine, but even Ozai can’t take on entire Earth regiments. He resolves to be more sneaky.

Still refuses to use bladed weapons, just martial arts forms.

The ‘Red Dragon’ spirit - Ozai is rather enjoying having the freedom to hunt and murder people occasionally on his travels and have it blamed on a fire spirit. It’s how he de-stresses.

Some years later Ozai is no closer to finding a way to kill his father and his brother and reclaim the throne. He is aware his children were adopted officially by Iroh. After Aang wakes up, he spends longer in the South Pole before leaving to travel north with Katara and Sokka. They run into Ozai on Kyoshi Island, who immediately sees this as an opportunity.

Ozai doesn’t intend to win forgiveness by capturing the Avatar, but given that he is an official traitor to the Fire Lord, why doesn’t that make him one of the ‘good guys’? - not that he tells them all the details about why he’s a traitor/ The Avatar and his two water barbari… friends could surely benefit from some adult supervision/protection, yes? And the Avatar will eventually need a firebending teacher.

Ozai is really enjoying manipulating these children - more than he should considering its beneath his dignity - but the longer he travels with them the more he hates their damn childishness. He has to find time to go and… ‘relieve his stress’. After a while the tales of the Red Dragon spirit reach Aang’s ears, and he’s horrified that such an evil spirit seems to be following him - he will have to find it and deal with it! That… doesn’t really work.

“I’ll save you from the pirates!” Murders everyone.

FMA/ATLA crossover:

Ed and Roy Mustang get caught up in some human transmutation kookyness and sent through the Gate to the ATLA world. Alchemy doesn’t really work there, but Truth is able to align them to bending elements - Roy to Fire and Ed to Earth. They pop out somewhere in the Earth Kingdom and spend some time getting the lay of the land and working out what they can do now.

Unfortunately they figure out the bending before figuring out the political situation, and Mustang firebends in front of Earth soldiers. The pair are taken captive.

This is the same Earth unit that ends up capturing Iroh - when Zuko comes for him, they all escape together.

Mustang tells people Ed is his son without an understanding of the implications of a firebender with an earthbending kid. This doesn’t go over well with the Earth soldiers.

Ed and Roy have to get to somewhere spiritual in order to get back home, so end up travelling with Zuko for a while. They know they’re only getting one side of the story of the war, and Mustang isn’t going to risk making any moral judgements about any side.

CRITICAL ROLE:

Established relationship complicated by ep 97:

Caleb and Essek started up a relationship before the revelation that he was behind stealing the beacons in S02E97. Lots of guilt feelings pre-97 from Essek. Caleb trying to figure out how he feels about Them after it. Forgiveness and coming back together by the time of Aeor and the endgame.

Time travel AU:

Something bad happens with Trent after Aeor etc and Essek travels back in time to meet the Mighty Nein and try and eliminate Trent before it gets to that point.

Who is this mysterious drow wizard adventurer? Essek falls back on Secrets and doesn’t tell them who he is or even that he knows them. Just poses as a regular adventurer who shares their goals. Weird tension with Caleb and Molly, but he doesn’t know much is safe to explain, and doesn’t want to jeopardize the relationship that ought to build between the Caleb and Essek of his own timeline.

Perhaps he looks slightly different as well from injuries sustained in final fights. Still has the eye tattoo as a memento of Cognousa - previously it had no power left, but here and now…

Initially Mighty Nein POV reacting to this stranger. Drips and drabs of Essek POV.

Scourger/Evil!AU:

Loyal weapon Bren escorts his Master Trent to meet with the Shadowhand who is delivering the beacons for a research project. He is very curious about said research, but that isn’t what he is For. He is For Killing Traitors.

Essek starts to get concerned about the lack of research feedback and knowledge sharing from the Assembly. He starts to reach out for answers but keeps being rebuffed. Bren is sent to warn him off, reminding him of mutually assured destruction but also that he has much more to lose than they do. Once in Essek’s tower though, Bren is caught off-guard by the drow’s dunamancy and is knocked out or otherwise imprisoned.

Conversation. Both find themselves intrigued by the other. Bren wants Trent dead and sees Essek as an opportunity. Essek wants a way to know what the Empire knows about the beacons. They decide to work together.

Secret meetings in between their other responsibilities. Sharing magic. Trading Beacon research for dunamancy knowledge. Impressed by each other’s ruthless ambition. Intellectual attraction becomes physical attraction.

Then the attempt to steal the beacons back and the Mighty Nein’s involvement (called something else now because no Caleb. Chaos Crew?)

Professor Caleb:

Students in his transmutation class at the solstryce academy trying to figure out what his deal is, and why he has so many boyfriends - a new one every few months!

Other volstrucker AU:

Volstrucker Caleb AU where he and his team attack and kidnap the Shadowhand... not knowing that his brother Verin is friends with a mercenary group called The Mighty Nein who immediately start hunting their asses to get his asshole brother back as a favor to their friend.

AU where the hot boi the M9 are friends with is an echo knight panicking about his evil brother getting nabbed and said evil brother is just being a BITCH to Bren, Astrid, and Eodwulf the whole time. Volstrucker trio torment.

MDZS:

XiYao Dark post-canon AU:

LXC takes JGY back to Cloud Recesses and imprisons him in the jingshi in knowing mirror of his father’s actions. JGY has core sealed and house is warded. Plus knows all allies are dead. LXC being driven darker and darker by grief. Relationship goes back to being sexual - maybe JGY is trying to manipulate him but he tells himself he won’t be caught by that, but also wants him so much still. Lots of twisted emotions and no happy ending.

The juniors thoughts on LWJ and (to them) MoXuanyu being in a relationship. Speculation re: replacing WWX given the physical similarities. // LWJ has actually been fucking lots of demonic cultivators in the 13 years.

What if Baxia shipped NieYao!AU. Sabers have the ability to discern truthfulness via blood?

LSZ feeling guilty about being in love with three people (JL LJY, Ouyang) when real Lans are only meant to have one true love.

No-one survives the burial mounds - WWX dies there when he’s dropped in. WWX came back wrong trope. JC noticing little things are off. Genuine evil. LWJ too much in love to let himself see it.

Murder twink basement crew shenanigans. Perhaps Xue Yang brings his new boyfriends home to meet the family?

Jin Ling grapples with the legacy of his uncle and complicated/ambivalent feelings towards him

Wangxian Evil!Ghost AU, inspired by that one fic:

Lan Wangji makes contact with a spirit when playing Inquiry. Trying to get it to move on, but this proves difficult. Talking builds a relationship. Wei Ying introduces himself by that name. Everything seems normal enough.

Little details about WWX’s life start to strike LWJ as odd, but he is reassured by WWX each time.

WWX persuades LWJ to travel to the Burial Mounds. They talk about the history of the place - centuries ago the founder of demonic cultivation the Yiling Patriarch ruled the area and eventually died there. WWX “huh, sounds cool, no i don’t recognise that story why’d you ask ha ha”.

Once inside the Burial Mounds WWX reveals that he is indeed the Yiling Laozu and manifests as an evil ghost.

LWJ realises. He fucked up!

LXC goes after his brother but its already too late. He’s been killed and is stuck as a ghost by WWX’s side forever!

Reincarnation Wangxian AU, inspired by that comic:

Modern times but the Xianxia past is real. WWX is currently alive and reincarnated, living as a historian. He moves to Gusu for research purposes.

Back then, LWJ died from the thirty-three strokes and wasn’t around to see WWX reincarnated. That’s why he’s been haunting Cloud Recesses as a ghost for so long. WWX was brought back by Mo Xuanyu, but wasn’t able to avoid detection with LWJ to protect him. JC tracked him down and that was a whole… situation. JGY framed him for the arm thing and the cultivation world demanded his death.

NHS ended up going after JGY in a totally unsubtle way and just… ended up assassinating him. It caused another war and all the major sects were caught up in it. Nie Clan ended up destroyed. Tumultuous period. Bad ending all round.

WWX is haunted by LWJ’s ghost. Magic is real???

IDK romance and historical discovery. WWX gets several published papers out of this.

Yiling patriarch/evil overlord trope:

Many years ago the yiling patriarch ruled the yiling wei sect and did necromancy shit. Sects got together to bring him down and defeated/killed him. A backlash curse from his death created the Burial Mounds.

In the ‘present’, LWJ is doing normal Lan things. How modern do we want to go?

Somehow the yiling patriarch has returned!

Wangxian meetcute.

Rebuilding the yiling wei? Chilling and doing necromancy things? Enrolling in university to see how far the studies of necromancy have come since his day? Revenge? World domination?

#fanfiction #plot bunnies #mdzs #the untamed #rivers of london #transformers #atla #fma:b #star wars #critical role #tma

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thelattechronicles · 1 month ago

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J's Reading List

This is my ongoing list (with constant new additions) - this list isn't necessarily what I'm trying to finish in just 2024 alone:

A Crane Among Wolves by June Hur

The Adult by Bronwyn Fischer

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Babel by R. F Kuang

Bel Canto by Ann Patchett

Big Swiss by Jen Beagin

The Blue Castle by L. M. Montgomery

The Bright Sword by Lev Grossman

By Any Other Name by Jodi Picoult

Chain of Gold by Cassandra Clare

Chain of Thorns by Cassandra Clare

The Collected Regrets of Clover by Mikki Brammer

The Crescent Moon Tearoom by Stacy Sivinski

The Curator by Owen King

The Dallergut Dream Department Store

Days at the Morisaki Bookshop by Satoshi Yagisawa

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

Divine Rivals by Rebecca Ross

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

Emily Wilde’s Enyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

The Endless Vessel by Charles Soule

Everyone on This Train is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson

Faebound by Saara El-Arifi

The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo

The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix

The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary

The Fury by Alex Michaelides

The Golden Enclaves by Naomi Novak

Graveyard Shift by M.L. Rio

The Guest List by Lucy Foley

The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

How to Stop Time by Matt Haig

How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix

I Only Read Murder by Ian and Will Ferguson

Ink Blood Sister Scribe by Emma Törzs

Into the Uncut Grass by Trevor Noah

Keeper of Enchanted Rooms (Whimbrel House Book 1) by Charlie N. Holmberg

Kingdom of Ash by Sarah J. Maas

The Lantern of Lost Memories by Sanaka Hiiragi

The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros

The Last Mona Lisa by Jonathan Sanofler

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi

The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave

The Lighthouse Witches by C.J. Cooke

The Lost Van Gogh by Jonathan Sanofler

The Love of My Afterlife by Kirsty Greenwood

Mad Honey by Jodi Picoult

The Maid by Nita Prose

The Man Who Died Twice by Richard Osman

Middle of the Night by Riley Sager

The Midnight Feast by Lucy Foley

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig

Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide by Rupert Holmes

The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels by Janice Halley

The Mystery Guest by Nita Prose

Ordinary Monsters by J.M. Miro

The Paris Apartment by Lucy Foley

The Perfumist of Paris by Alka Joshi

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

The Puzzle Box by Danielle Trussoni

The Reading List by Sara Nisha Adams

Real Americans by Rachel Khong

Romantic Comedy by Curtis Sittenfield

Ruthless Vows by Rebecca Ross

Same Bed Different Dreams by Ed Park

Someone Else’s Shoes by Jojo Moyes

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Starling House by Alix E. Harrow

Talking at Night by Claire Daverly

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

Tower of Dawn by Sarah J. Maas

True Biz by Sara Novic

Twice in a Blue Moon by Christina Lauren

The Unfortunate Side Effects of Heartbreak and Magic by Breanne Randall

When the Moon Hatched by Sarah A. Parker

The Witness for the Dead by Katherine Addison

You Are Here by David Nicholls

Before your memory fades by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

Before we say goodbye by Toshikazu Kawaguchi *

Sword Catcher by Cassandra Clare (couldn’t finish it, dragging my feet through; ultimately returned before due)

Tales from the Cafe by Toshikazu Kawaguchi *

FINISHED SINCE JAN. 1, 2024 (and still going):

A Court of Thorns and ROSES BY Sarah J. Maas

A Court of Mist and Fury

A Court of Wings and Ruin

A Court of Frost and Starlight

A Court of Silver Flames

Empire of Storms by Sarah J. Maas

The Lost Tarot by Sarah Henstra

Circe by Madeline Miller

The Life Impossible by Matt Haig

Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson

Bride by Ali Hazelwood

Beach Read by Emily Henry

Book Lovers by Emily Henry

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix. E. Harrow ***

The Book of Doors by Gareth Brown

Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas

Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Maas

Crown of Midnight by Sarah J. Maas

Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas

The Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J Maas

House of Flame and Shadow by Sarah J. Maas

House of Sky and Breath by Sarah J. Maas

House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern ***

Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros *****

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros *****

#the reading list #to read #tbr list #tbr #tbr pile #book review #books and reading #books #thelattechronicles

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vezzx · 10 months ago

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fear draft 2 (final?)

Sometimes I still see the world through that blood-red lens

Watching through my eyes like an aquarium

But in this situation, I’m the shark

I’m the one that mothers shy their children away from

And fathers warn their daughters in hushed tones

They’re all shouting at me, screaming

Look at this

Look at what you’ve done—

—look at what you’ve done

i’m awake and i can see

i can see but what good does that do when i

i can’t

i can’t and i won’t and

what can i see

i don’t want to see and i might as well

might as well go blind they might see

think 5 things

5thingsthink5

55555—

—The stutters spill out of me and I’m still drowning

I’m drowning in the waves that wash over me when I close my eyes

The waves that remind me who I was and am and ever will be

That wash over me like nausea, stumbling, tripping—

—oh my god oh my god

i can’t

i still can’t why can’t i why didn’t i

why did i do

that why oh my god why

hy—

—Over myself, over the thought of everyone

anyone’s ever lost because I made it so

Because I built cathedrals out of the—

—the cathedral

my mom

my mom took me to the cathedral

i saw my sister

oh, my sister

my beautiful sister

i wonder how sh

she’s gone

she’s gone but i remember

the stained glass how beautiful

my sister the stained glass

my mom

i want my mom and her and she and—

—Insults and the prospect of leaving but never

Never really leaving

Never leaving the mind of archives—

—the archive i read about

i read about butterflies

they were all so pretty and different—

—Never-ending has-beens of lovers, sons, best friends, the versions and—

—pulled down watching through the glass

glass water

light water stained glass water scattering and i can see it

look at it hold on to it for as long as you can

and it’s gone—

—Visions of me

Building up, a perfect statue of David

Looking off into the distance that was never distant—

—the distance i remember the music in the

in the air when i was walking

keep going you’re walking

walking back from the cathedral i heard the pi

pe organ the organ pipes the air breathe in the

air the walk please walk go forward look into

forward into the dis—

—People gazing at the porcelain skin chipped away at by waves

The waves—

—alwaysgobacktothewaves

go back to them think of them

think of what they do for you and they’re so

so so beautiful—

—The waves that ruin me, topple me over and spin me around

Knock me to my knees and watch as my legs break,

Never-ending waves—

—i remember my mom took me to the ocean the

the beach i never went out never ever went out but my mom took me to the beach i stood

i stood and i’m standing and i

in the waves on my knees and it was cold and

they they didn’t knock me over i swayed

i swayed and stood and my feet on the

ground the pine needles—

—Of what was and what will never be

Rendering me useless, razored and cut

Cutting my back open for wings—

—the wings the butterflies they’re all different

different find something different find butter

butterflies there’s one find 4

find 4 more find butterflies

butterfliesbutterfliesbutterflies—

—That will never grow

Precision knives that rip my sternum open to allow me to breathe—

—Breathebreathebreathe—

—In the water

Breathe it in like stepping into an open field

An empty field—

—empty

it was empty all empty when i left and it was

empty it was empty

i couldn’t find

5 things

there was nothing i couldn’t stop and i can’t

find

myself in everything in nothing in what was

what was

what was there was ceases to be there what i

i took

i took it all from them

took it

all all of it there’s nothing—

—Breathing it in because drowning is all ever do

Drowning in and out the blood—

—blood in my mouth is it there i taste the metal

i taste the thimble when i sewed

when i sewed my sister’s clothes when she

when she fell don’t fall

keep going don’t fall walk through smell the

the leaves the pine needles are they even

leaves i read that once in the archive

they’re special different—

—I spilled

The bullets—

—bullets bullets flying thousands of them pierce everything i’ve ever seen

i saw everything

i was there it was me i saw

i saw

everything ever

ything it was me i was there i tried to push it out

of my

my mind

my mind it was mine it was all mine and i tried

itrieditrieditrieditrieditried

try they tried to

and i

i did i really did i really really did—

—I’ve shot and the—

—thechurches

back to the church i’m there again

i still think of my

my sis

ter my mom my mother i cried for my mom when

it was over when i saw my mom and my sister i woke

up i woke up they were

they didn’t

breathe oh my god just please but they didn’t

breathe my mom and sister there was nothing there

my dad thank god my dad

he’s not

he’s not here

i don’t know what

i’d do if my

what i’d do what i did i did that i did all

of that i can’t i won’t i’d never but i did

and it wasn’t

it wasn’t me i know it wasn’t me i was there i

i tried

i tried but it didn’t work and i should’ve found

found 5 find 5 please

pleasepleasepleaseplease please find just 5—

—churches I’ve sinned in and the water that was supposed to—

—save me i know they tried to when there

was still

when there

when i was

i was there

and there’s 5 but more does it even count

if everything’s 5

5 trees it’s all trees i don’t think it counts

could i count

count all the trees

no just 5 find 5 different

5 different they need to be

different all the colors all the butterflies they’re

they’re different i read they were

the colors stained glass the shapes my sister

the colors my sister pipe organ music in the cathedral

and the colors the stained glass the light

scattered on her face

her face it was beautiful

beautiful my mom

oh, my mom

she was—beautiful

she took me to the ocean and the—waves

over my knees—they threatened to

knock me over but—i stood

—i stood and i’m standing and the—trees

they’re—they’re swaying

—swaying in the breeze and there’s no water

there’s—what is there?—it’s all empty but there’s

air. the water escapes my—lungs

it escapes—and i escape.

i spill out but it’s all vapor and—there are no waves.

—there are no waves.

#second draft #teehee #uber proud of this one #:3 #i’m literally just a girl #lalalala

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cleocat246 · 1 year ago

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MHA oc

Name: Evelyn (Evie) Yagi

Aliases:

✧ Eve/Evie (Preferred name)

✧ Wings/feathers/birdy - Bakugou

✧ Mini-me - Toshinori

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Quirk:

✧ Hardened Wings

Type:

✧ Mutant

Description:

✧ She can harden her wings to be as strong as metal (Tungsten strength, the hardest metal on the planet).

✧ She can't fly when her wings are hard

✧ Can control the feathers on her wings for a short amount of time and only to a certain distance

✧ Hardened feathers are used as knives and swords

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School:

✧ UA High School / Yuei High School

✧ Second Year

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Birthday: June 18th

Age (By seasons/movies) [It's hard to judge this with months and when each thing happens.]

✧ 16 at the start

✧ 17

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Hair: Black, but sometimes dyes different color streaks throughout (Jade from victorious)

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5'6 / 170cm

Blood Type: O

Distinguishing features: Black raven wings

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Love Interest:

✧ Bakugo Katsuki

✧ They got close after the Training Camp and were kidnapped together; they understood what they went through and were with each other when emotions and memories hit hard. They trust and protect each other.

(More relationship and their future info at the end↓↓↓)

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Parents:

✧ Toshinori Yagi - Father

✧ [name] Yagi - Mother

^^^ She worked with David Shield in America, and when she met Toshinori, she helped him with a mission he was on. They fell in love, married, and had three children (Evie, Rio, and Rintaro). She lives in Japan with her family but had to help with a semi-long mission in America, and the boys went with her.

^^^ Only had Evie and then died. Not sure yet, lol. We'll see based on how I want to work everything out.

^^^ Had three kids and then died. I don't know, bro.

^^^ Had Evie and Rintaro then died (I'm thinking this one)

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Family:

✧ Toshinori Yagi - Father

✧ [name] Yagi - Mother

✧ Rio Yagi - Little Brother (Maybe)

✧ Rintaro Yagi - Little Brother (Yes)

✧ Sebastian - Black cat

✧ Think of Salem from 'Sabrina the Teenaged Witch'

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Plot/Events:

✧ Izuku's 10 Month training

✧ USJ Incident

✧ Sports Festival

✧ Training Camp

✧ BK Kidnapping/All Might vs. AFO

✧ Dorm Room

✧ Shie Hassaikai Arc

✧ School Festival

✧ Joint training

✧ Endeavor Agency

✧ and more...

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At what age did the Quirk manifest / What was happening:

✧ I'm convinced that most mutant quirks occur when the child is born. So Evie had her wings when she was born. They had no real bones at the time and couldn't really hurt the mom, but they still have to be careful, and most times, a cesarean delivery is better.

✧ Her Quirk didn't manifest until she was three and with her father. And let me tell you, watching a grown-ass man who reaches 7'2 in height running around freaking out because of a quirk manifesting is funny as hell.

✧ When it happened, Evie was coloring while Toshinori was captivated by a children's show playing on TV (he gets enthralled with kids' shows - fight me.) Evie's nose tingled and twitched before she sneezed, making her wings harden and shoot out beside her, hitting her dad in the face.

✧ Toshinori was sitting beside his daughter on the ground when the hardened wing slapped him dead center of his face. Surprising, the poor number one hero started freaking out that his beloved firstborn got her Quirk.

✧ He was running around the room, yelling with blood dripping from his nose. His frantic movements and blood dripping down his face made Evie laugh hysterically before she got up, jumping around and knocking everything over. Lamps and cups and papers were flying off and everywhere. What made her stop was hands coming under her armpits and lifting her in the air.

✧ Toshinori held his daughter in the air with a big goofy smile, making Evie giggle and reach out for her dad's face, which still had blood on it.

✧ And that's how Evie's mom found everything. Blood on her husband's face, and holding up their daughter. After realizing what had happened, she jumped for joy, too, grabbing her daughter and hugging her close.

✧ All in all, it was a very special bonding moment.

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Quirk Info

Special Power:

✧ She can use her wings and hands to create a large gust of wind that can destroy some of her surroundings. (Since she is All Might's daughter, she has his DNA, which means she has a little bit of the One for All Quirk. She has enhanced strength but is weaker than her father or Midoriya.)

✧ She brings her wings back along with her arms before throwing them forward and meeting. That creates a giant gust of wind that can damage a lot in its path.

✧ But because of this, it takes most of her strength and can only be used once in a fight, and she needs good resting time for her wings because of how fragile they can get.

✧ She stands behind BK or ST, uses the wind gust with her wings with their Quirk, and sends both quirks forward to cause more damage or win more battles.

Strengths:

✧ Wings (feathers) can harden

✧ Feathers - Blades

✧ Flight

✧ Hard wings can be a shield to her and someone else when wrapped around them

✧ Athleticism (Flexible and can maneuver well) (Also trained in martial arts)

Drawbacks:

✧ Can't fly when wings are hard

✧ Her feathers can get burned when they aren't hard

✧ If she loses too many feathers, she can't fly

✧ When her body or Quirk is overused, her wings can't harden

✧ The skin/spot between the base of her wings is her weakest point. She can become paralyzed for a while if hit hard enough, and her wings hurt when used after.

✧ Overusing her Quirk makes her wings tender and delicate, making it easier for them to get hurt or for bones to break.

Gadgets/Tech:

✧ Earbuds for the wind; she can also hear and talk to people with it.

✧ Glasses/Goggles for the wind; She can also get info on them (think of how Tony Stark's Edith glasses that Peter got in 'Far from Home.')

✧ Since the spot between her wings is a weak point. She designed a hardback shell covering that area with straps around her shoulders.

Power Matchups:

✧ Toshinore/Izuku - OFA Power or any strength power

Name:

Description:

OFA user crouches with their hand kinda behind them, starting up their power. Evie gets at a distance to get good momentum before running straight for the user.

Jumping, she lands on the hand with her wings, ready to take off. The user then uses the power to throw Evie into the air, and she uses her wings to fly up, using both powers to shoot her through the air.

✧ Bakugo

Name: Explosive Wind

Description:

Bakugo takes a firm stance, grounding himself and putting his hands before him with his Quirk ready. Evie stands behind him with her arms around his torso and wings back in their hardened state.

They both simultaneously use their Quirks. Bakugo lets out explosions while Evie throws her wings forward, creating a massive blast of wind/air, carrying the explosions forward and producing a chain reaction.

#mha oc

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thebreakfastgenie · 4 months ago

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Yep, it just doesn't make sense if you know how the Supreme Court works.

I wanted to expand on this a bit and I ended up rambling about the history of the court so I put it under a cut for anyone who's interested.

I think Democrats and the left generally were complacent about the Supreme Court and the rest federal courts for a long time. The right was playing the long game with the courts, trying to stack them with far right judges, and they were relatively open about it, and in hindsight I don't think we gave the issue the attention it deserved. Of course Democratic presidents still appointed pro-choice, liberal justices, and there were moments like Joe Biden when he was chair of the judiciary committee rushing David Souter's confirmation when he learned Souter was pro-choice.

During the Obama administration, Democrats only had a filibuster-proof majority in the senate for a very brief time. They famously used it to pass the ACA, but they didn't have it long enough to do anything else. It's easy to say in hindsight of course the Republicans acted like this, but at the time the level of obstruction they were doing was fairly unprecedented. Once the Democrats lost the filibuster-proof majority, senate Republicans started obstructing, and vacancies in the federal courts began piling up. Senator Majority Leader Harry Reid eventually changed the senate rules so that lower court appointments could be confirmed with a simple majority, just 51 votes, and some of the vacancies were filled, but then Democrats lost control of the senate entirely in 2014. It was around this time that the issue started to get some attention; I remember coverage at the time taking the tone of "this is important and we are not paying enough attention."

And then in February of 2016 Antonin Scalia died. This is, of course, the infamous stolen seat story. Senator Majority Leader Mitch McConnell openly stated he would not even allow President Obama's appointee a confirmation hearing. There was no constitutional justification for this. The constitution does not say the president gets to fill vacancies on the Supreme Court unless it's an election year and then we have to wait until after the election. It was bullshit and everyone knew it, but there was no way to stop it. And that's when everyone finally started paying attention. People had been talking about the significance of the Supreme Court in 2016 election before that, because of the ages of several of the justices, but after Scalia died everybody knew about it, at least everybody who paid any attention to politics.

When Trump took office, Mitch McConnell immediately amended the senate rules so that Supreme Court appointments also needed only a simple majority, so Democrats weren't able to try the same obstruction tactics even if they'd wanted to. In 2018, Anthony Kennedy, a "moderate" justice who had written the opinion in Obergefell v. Hodges, retired, knowing that whoever Trump appointed to replace him would not be moderate. There are some theories that the Trump administration had dirt on him. I don't know if those are true, I think it's equally possible he's just a selfish coward. And of course, now that Republicans controlled both the senate and the White House, Trump could start filling those vacancies on the lower federal courts that McConnell stockpiled for him, and we do have a problem with right wing federal judges as a result. SCOTUS is the worst because it's the most powerful, but the others are bad too. And everyone remembers Ruth Bader Ginsburg dying in September 2020. There was still no constitutional basis for delaying appointing a replacement, but if February was too close to the 2016 election September was obviously too close to the 2020 election, but unsurprisingly Republicans did not care and rushed to fill the seat (holding a superspreader event in the process that gave a bunch of people COVID).

Until recently, the Supreme Court was not openly politicized. Of course it was politicized, but the etiquette was to pretend it wasn't, and nominees were nearly always confirmed, usually with wide margins. But Republicans were very obviously politicizing the courts for a long time and I think Democrats were hesitant to abandon the principle of a non- or at least not openly politicized court in order to politicize it back. In some cases I agree with that sentiment--I don't want Democrats to act like Republicans--but in this case I think it was a mistake.

Republicans like to cry that Democrats started by pointing to Robert Bork, who was nominated by Reagan and not confirmed. Bork, in addition to being a right wing lunatic, was the person who fired special prosecutor Archibald Cox for Nixon, after two previous officials had refused to do so and resigned instead. That incident tied connected Bork to corruption and partisanship and in hindsight I think Reagan nominating him should have been a sign of what Republicans were doing. After his failed nomination Reagan nominated the aforementioned Anthony Kennedy instead and he was easily confirmed with bipartisan support. I think Reagan's nomination of someone with Bork's specific baggage was an early attempt to assert power and the confirmation of Brett Kavanaugh was a similar and more successful power play. Once the credible allegations of sexual assault came to light, the Trump administration could have pulled Kavanaugh and nominated someone with the same beliefs, who would rule pretty much exactly the same way, but they didn't, because they didn't have to. It sent a message about how little they care about sexual assault but it also sent a message that they could do whatever they wanted. And you see it other places: Clarence Thomas is pretty brazenly corrupt, but articles of impeachment wouldn't even pass the House, let alone get enough votes in the Senate, because Republicans have a majority and they don't care.

Republicans were politicizing the court for a long time, with a particular emphasis on overturning Roe v. Wade. Both because they actually wanted to do it and because it was an expedient way to keep a certain part of their base in lockstep. I think Democrats were way too complacent about Roe being the law of the land and many didn't believe Republicans would actually succeed in overturning it until we were staring down the barrel in 2016. Of course, we were staring down that barrel before the 2016 election, and we could have prevented a lot of this by electing Hillary Clinton. A lot of people woke up just in time, it just wasn't enough, apparently.

And that's why the complete ignorance about how the Supreme Court works scares me so much. It literally happened and some people still don't understand it. I think some of it is willful and some of it is engineered, which is where the psyops I was talking about in the OP come in, but I also think those psyops are only successful because the misinformation spreads organically; people repeat those points in earnest and other people believe them.

The good news is Democrats are paying attention to the Supreme Court now. President Biden announced a plan to reform the Supreme Court and presumably if elected Vice-President Harris will continue to promote that plan. In order to actually do anything we're going to need majorities in Congress, so as always it's crucial to vote.

I fully believe "Dobbs happened on Biden's watch" is a Republican psyop btw because cui bono? The consequences of Dobbs have hurt Republicans in the 2022 midterms and every special election since it happened. Getting the blame off them and onto Democrats, depressing support for Democrats in the process, literally only Republicans benefit from this.

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starlitfunkster · 1 year ago

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BFDI Demon AU (Part 3): The BFDIA Cast

Somehow, this took longer to do than the original cast. And I think part of it was caused by procrastination.

The only reason this got done was because of BFDIA 6 being made. Which properly eliminated Puffball.. and inspiring the first official design of the AU!

New Facts: -Impersonate an angel? Say goodbye to your spot in Heaven! This was inspired by a joke in BFB, shush. -Puffball was originally a Human before I remembered that she was eliminated in BFDIA. That memory coming up was because of BFDIA 6, so thank you J&J! -Machines don't become demons. That's it, were moving on.

TW: Tentacles (Gelatin) (Get your mind out of the gutter they aren't used for those purposes-), Death (Everyone)

Donut - Half-Demon - Boiled Alive - He got shoved into a frier that he was working at, and was boiled alive. The batch was shut down, thankfully (unlike Cake's). He is that moral compass that started out grumpy, but mellowed out a little. Also, he refuses to ignite Bomby (which is why he stops anyone else from doing so). Even in his human form, he has the burn patches that smell of donuts, and his blood is also jelly. Though you'd have to be weird to try and get his blood…

Dora - Demon (maybe a pureblood like David?) - Dora is another watcher, alongside their 'brother' David. She would join the following season, mostly because the Algebraemons had to gain her trust first. She can also mimic a humans appearance perfectly, but they still had to consume islands in their spare times.

Puffball - Half-Demon - Choked to Death (on a speaker she wasn't even supposed to eat-) - Don't eat things you see that look tasty. Puffball knows better now, but she's also dead. Has that sweet nature that got somewhat corrupted when she became beloved by the 'fans'. Which led to her first elimination. And now she's trying her best not to let the fame get to her head. Has probably the most colorful demon design of all the cast.

Bomby - Human - Blown Up (accident) - Let this man's death be a lesson. Don't do bomb training unless your certified for it. He wasn't, and ended up very dead. On his head is a fuse, which when lit basically turns Bomby into an actual bomb (just with more blood). He hates it, which is why he's grateful that people like Donut and Black Hole exist.

Book - Human - Bled-Out (bear trap) - She was supposed to die on the train tracks she was wandering about in, but ended up straying far from her original death spot. She ended up bleeding out from a bear trap that wasn't disarmed. Because of her death, in BFDIA she had a limp to her steps, but in BFB it healed (even after revives). Her hairs made out of paper, which scares her when fire gets involved in a challenge.

Fries - Demon - Workplace Accident (supposedly) - Apparently his boss got that angry of Fries when he quit his job. He was working there for a whole year now, and wanted to find a new job. So his boss instead shoved his head in the fryer until he was dead. The boss was arrested and the business shut down, which is all Fries cared about. Because of his death, his hair is made from fries, and so is his tail and wings. He can and will swipe at people who try to eat his hair, tail, or wings (such as Gelatin).

Gelatin - Demon - Stupid (to the point that he doesn't even remember sometimes!) - Guys.. never impersonate an angel. He did this when he was alive, and got smited for it. Which one? sigh It had to be a famous one, that's for sure. So even though he did get 2nd place in BFB, he still became a Demon for impersonating an angel when he was alive. He can manifest tentacles from 'stains' that he leaves behind on walls. This is where he can appear, since he can enter homes through the stains, especially of victims.

Nickel - Human - Zinc Toxicity - He and Coiny died the same way? Who knew! He's actually curious about what demon food is, and if it tastes better than how he died. It's low-key confirmed from just.. talking to him, that he died by accident. He had five nickels in his mouth, and accidentally swallowed them because he got startled by something. Rumors say he lived in the area where Remote lived, and he had heard Remote's screams.

Ruby - Demon - Murdered (by an Ex) - The sweetest girl you'd ever know.. and also a ditz. She managed to get a boyfriend, and that lasted for 2 years. Why only two? Because her boyfriend was cheating on her, and she broke up with him easily. A bit too easily, she might add. And then he murdered her when she was asleep, with the ring he was going to propose to her with. Her wings are the prettiest to look at.. and her horns.. okay, her demonic form is just the jewel of Hell itself!

Yellow Face - Human - Murdered (by Purple Face) - An advertiser who worked at a company before his death. He was supposed to inherit that company, and now he never will! Oh well, he has a new company that he made and advertises for in the afterlife. And look! It's popular enough to get its own competitors!

TV - Machine - It was made to host BFDIA briefly. And now it's a contestant on TPOT? Strange. Apparently the AI that runs it is aware that it's alive. Sometimes they are seen nearby man-made shrines for the Eliminated Contestants, having apparently 'spawned' them.

#battle for demon island ~ bfdi au #aria's book creation ~ au posts #(this isn't your animes don't look at me like that)#(gelatin is partially like an eldritch god in his 'max-power' form)#(which means his demon form is the biggest if we count the 'max power' form)

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impostoradult · 4 years ago

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I finally figured out why it feels like Supernatural murdered a unicorn (AKA why you need to STOP telling me to watch Black Sails)

I’ll start by saying, everything everyone else has been saying CERTAINLY bothers me:

- the queer-baiting - the bury your queers - the undermining of Dean’s character arc - the wasted opportunity for a certain kind of overall narrative closure - the flat out disrespect to Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles

All of that bothers me tremendously.

But there has been something else rather ineffable about this that has left a horrible taste in my mouth that I couldn’t quite pin down until last night. Bear with me, if you will, because this will require some set-up.

*** This is not the first show to ever disappoint me in a spectacular fashion, nor will it be the last, I suspect. And one of the ways I’ve always coped with that disappointment was to remind myself that there will be other stories, other characters, other chances to get it right. (”It” being any number of things from just pure narrative emotional coherence to not burying your queers to not stringing along your queer audience and then yelling fuck you to them on the way out)

But somehow that assurance -- that there will be other stories, other characters, other chances to get it right -- has rung particularly hollow in this instance, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why until yesterday.

I kept asking myself, why do I still have this feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach, like something was lost here that can never be recovered?

Because something was lost here that I am doubtful can ever be recovered, and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else talking about this aspect of it at all.

***

A few months ago, TV critic Maureen Ryan did a great interview piece with Mike Schur (of Parks & Rec/The Good Place) discussing the death of long-form TV in the streaming era. They explore how the longer seasons and longer runs of traditional broadcast/cable TV provided an opportunity to tell particular kinds of stories that you simply can’t when seasons are 8-10 episodes and series typically run 2-4 seasons (thanks Netflix).

One key thing we’ve all lost in this new era of highly condensed TV storytelling (and of prestige TV narrative styles)? The traditional (several season’s long) slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance. Not only is there simply no longer the time or space to write such romances, it has also come to be seen as hacky, manipulative, cheap, artistically impoverished, low-brow, a embarrassing vestige of the era before TV became art™.

Everybody is trying to be Fleabag now. No one wants to be Frasier. (”It’s really more like a 10 hour movie” they all like to brag)

Obviously TV still has romances, even ‘drawn out’ romances. But ‘drawn out’ in 2020 is like 2-3 seasons, maybe. More commonly it’s like half a season. Take Schitt’s Creek. The number of episodes between when David and Patrick first meet and when they first kiss? Seven. Seven episodes. Half a season. If you watched it live, it took less than 2 months for them to move from introducing that dynamic to consummating it. And I’m not bagging on Schitt’s Creek; I think the David/Patrick’s story is very lovely and well-written.

But Niles & Daphne (Fraiser) had to wait 7 years and over 150 episodes before they finally got there. Josh & Donna (The West Wing) had to wait 6+ years, and 145 episodes. Mulder & Scully (The X-Files) had to wait 7 seasons and 143 episodes. Booth & Bones had to wait...you see where I am going with this.

And my point is (and I can’t believe I never realized this explicitly until now): there has NEVER been a queer slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance of that type on TV ever. EVER.

I’m going to say that again, because I think it bares repeating:

There has never been a queer, slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance that fits the 100-150 episode paradigm of delayed gratification on TV.

Not ever.

I can’t think of ONE example Not a single, solitary one. And I know queer TV pretty well. Arguably the closest we’ve ever come is Legend of Korra, and that ran 50 episodes, a THIRD of the length of old school will-they-won’t-theys like Booth & Bones or Josh & Donna.

Queer people have had a fair number of canonical romances on TV by now, even fairly long running ones. But we never got a primary/front-and-center romance that you had to root for for 100+ episodes before you got any kind of canonical consummation.

That is a particular kind of TV experience that queer people and queer characters were just 100% shut out of until it was too late. And because of how the TV landscape has changed in the last 10 years, I don’t know that that opportunity will ever come back around in our lifetimes.

***

Dean and Castiel are/were a legacy of an earlier era of TV, an era that still contained the possibility for a will-they-won’t-they of that particular mold. There were other shows that could have also filled this gap at one time - Rizzoli & Isles, OUAT, House MD, etc. But one by one all of them were killed off, their queer romances unrequited, until Supernatural was the only one of its’ generation left standing.

And they should have acknowledged that they were a species about to become extinct.

There are plenty of other valid and compelling reasons Supernatural should have gone full Destiel, don’t get me wrong.

A) It would have been the most emotionally satisfying ending to the series and to those characters (and that would have been reason enough).

B) It would have stopped the manipulative queer-baiting of the (disproportionately queer) fanbase (and that would have been reason enough).

C) It would have been queer representation of middle-aged men, of bi men, of queers who came to their queerness later in life (and any/all of those would have been reason enough).

D) It could have been a glorious subversion of the bury your queers trope, considering how often they’ve died and been resurrected (and that would have been reason enough).

But point E) on this list is the reason this one hurts in a singular way that no one even appears to be acknowledging.

Almost all of the other wrongs and missed opportunities contained in this Supernatural debacle have the possibility of being rectified (at least to a degree) elsewhere. I can and I likely will get more bi male characters from TV as time goes on. I can and likely will get more middle-aged queer characters. I can and likely will get more queer characters coming to their queerness later in life, and starting queer romances later in life. I can and likely will get more queer characters who aren’t killed cheaply and prematurely. I can and likely will get more genre TV shows with sprawling myth arc plots that are resolved in a coherent, satisfying way. I can and likely will get Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles involved in other projects that value their work and their talents.

All of those other things are at the very least POSSIBLE, and many are even likely.

But a queer 100-150 episode slow-burn romance a la Mulder & Scully or Niles & Daphne or Booth & Bones? That is the one baton Supernatural dropped spectacularly that no one else even has the possibility of picking up again for the foreseeable future. (They don’t even write those types of romances for heterosexuals anymore!)

Seriously. It was a TV unicorn. And rather than letting it run wild and free, they stabbed it with a rusty nail.

***

Given the monumental shifts in the TV landscape that have occurred in the last decade, I don’t know that TV will ever go back to the slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance spanning 100-150 episodes. Today it is a miracle if you can get ANY show to last longer than 50 episodes in the first place.

And that is the piece of this that makes it feel (to me) like they murdered a unicorn.

Because queer people have gotten a lot of things from TV, and they will get a lot more as time goes on. But that one? That one could very well be a totally extinct species.

That is the larger missed opportunity here that has left this feeling especially hollow and destructive. That is the thing that makes me balk when people tell me to go watch Black Sails or Pose or whatever other prestige TV show is doing this representation ‘better.’ Because that’s not really the loss I am mourning here. I KNOW there is ‘better’ representation elsewhere.

But the will-they-won’t-they/slow-burn romance is a qualitatively unique thing that queer people literally just never got. Ever. There is no substitute, no alternate, no other show I can turn to with that kind of build-up and pay-off for a queer couple, and there probably won’t be in my lifetime. Not unless the TV industry undergoes another monumental evolution similar to the streaming revolution that shifts the incentives back to telling those types of stories again.

All those shows you want me to displace Supernatural with? None of them can give me the one thing I uniquely wanted (and could have gotten) from Supernatural. THAT ALTERNATE SHOW DOESN’T EXIST. It doesn’t exist. And I have no reason to hope it will ever exist in my lifetime.

So stop telling me to look somewhere else; you don’t understand what made this one a unicorn.

***

Addendum: The only other possible show that could perhaps fill this gap is It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (re: Mac/Dennis). But I’m hesitant to say it exactly meets that criteria, for a number of reasons:

1 - It’s far less serialized relative to Supernatural and (except for a handful of stand-alone episodes) very little of the story is grounded specifically in Dennis/Mac’s romantic dynamic (unlike SPN, where it is absolutely central to much of the narrative)

2 - IASIP is fundamentally satirically in nature/tone which makes it much harder to have genuine romantic pathos (not impossible, but harder)

3 - All the characters on IASIP are fundamentally crummy people who you aren’t exactly supposed to root for. Which doesn’t mean a romance between two of them can’t have its value/charm/worth but it’s not the same as when it is between characters who unequivocally deserve nice things/happy endings

#Supernatural #Destiel #queer representation #sorry this is long

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slashersangel · 3 years ago

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Ploy!Lost Boys + Michael with s/o who loves greek mythology

in honor of Percy Jackson being cast for the new show, i decided to make this! i’ve been in love with mythology and the gods since I was young so I’m really glad percy jackson is coming to life the right way, ya know?

also in honor of me getting a Hyacinth tattoo soon! spot the new girl reference 👀

• your friends would call you a nerd in school for it all the time, your nose always buried in a mythology book or spewing out some random fact about the old gods and heroes that the conversation you were having reminded you of

• you weren’t bullied about your knowledge or your hobby, you were just a little embarrassed that no one listened to you when you spoke about that sort of stuff and none of your friends really cared either

• until the boys came along. you didn’t say anything about your hobby to them until you and the boys overheard someone say something about Icarus, you couldn’t help yourself and you explained to the boys how Icarus was actually in love with the sun, Apollo, and while Apollo warned Icarus not to get too close, but he did, his wax wings melted and he plummeted into the ocean and died, you also explained how the imagery of Icarus was also confused with the fall of Lucifer from heaven, but before you could get into that, you saw how the boys were staring at you and your voice died down into a small, sorry, then you stopped talking

• David was impressed on how you knew so much, and he liked hearing you speak about it since it obviously seemed to excite you. Dwayne knew about Icarus and some of the different tellings of his story, he’s lived a long life and he had come across a few Greek stories that he enjoyed. Marko had some idea as to what you were talking about, he liked Greek Mythology, it was one of the things he actually liked to read, he’d steal books from Dwayne every so often and he’d always take those types, but he had never heard of the telling you said, and he was fascinated, he decided to ask you about it more later. Michael kind of knew what you were talking about, he remembered a little about the myth from grade school but nothing like what you had just said. And Paul, poor sweet Paul, had no idea what you were talking about, but that’s okay! He loves hearing you talk, and the way your voice gets all excited when you explained the story to them, totally made up for the cluelessness he felt

• later that night, David would come up to like, “I didn’t know you liked mythology so much.” with that bastardly smirks, you’d just shrug and nod, explaining that you’ve always found a big interest in it but your friends never cared for it so you never really expressed your liking for it to them. David told you that you could always talk about what you loved to them, they’d never mind it

• from that moment on, whenever you learned a new story, or something about a god or hero or princess or king, you’d go straight to the boys, it might take a lot out of you telling all five of them separately, but you do, even if it’s not all at once.

• when you learned the story about Apollo and Hyacinth, you were sad about the ending, how Hyacinth was murdered and how Apollo was in agony, so you ended up going to Dwayne and ranting about it and swearing that you’d never play with a frisbee ever again, then you ended up telling the story to the rest of the boys on their own time. Dwayne agrees that if he ever sees a frisbee, he’ll keep it away from your head. He does like the myth though, he thinks it’s a nice way to imagine how the flower bloomed, and he loves how you’re so into it, even though it makes you a but sad

• you told Michael next, the two of you were laying in bed, it was late in the afternoon but the sun would still be up for the next few hours. The both of you were tired, but didn’t want to fall asleep just yet, so he had asked up to tell him a story, and you did, you told him a few short ones that you loved, and the one about Apollo and Hyacinth came up. After you were finished, he rolled on his side to face you, muttering a “that’s sad no more sad stories” giving you a peck on the lips before closing his eyes. like, it’s greek mythology michael, they’re basically all sad stories, wait until you tell him about hercules and his family

• you told david next, you were in the cave, he was sitting on his wheelchair and you were sitting pretty in his lap. you were talking about your day when you ended up on the topic of flowers then you ended up on the story. David showed no response to this story, just a small hum and a short “how sad” you poked his cheek and said “it is sad, imagine the one human you love was murdered right in front of you!” he gives you a look then you realize, you are his human

• “well, can you imagine?” You ask. David looks away, he had half the mind to stand and push you off him just for asking cause of course he imagines it! he thinks about it at least twice every hour, that’s why you need to turn soon, his imaginary deadline is closing in

• David doesn’t say anything though, just changes the subject by asking you to tell him another myth and you do happily. he just sits back and watches you with a small smirk on your face as you go on and on, getting sidetracked here and there because you’re so excited

• you tell marko casually, while he’s adding a new patch to his jacket (like he could fit anymore) you softly tell him about the story and he thinks it’s all going good until you bring you the part where Hyacinth dies and he just looks up at you, he couldn’t imagine if it were you and him in this situation. he just shakes his head and gets back to work. once he’s done, you’re still so involved with telling him your favorite stories, that you barely notice he’s staring at you with a small smile on his face. he glances down at your lips from time to time before just going in to kiss you, which leads to a make out session, completely forgetting that you were in the middle of talking

• paul was the last to hear the story, which he whined about when he found out, he told you to tell him though he probably already knew the story by know from a botched telling one of the boys explained to him. he wanted you and only you to tell him about the story, but you could never just sit down with him and tell him. you found the opportunity when it was you and Paul, he was messing around with stuff in your bedroom while you were on your bed, recalling the story to him, adding the fact that you’d never get anywhere near a frisbee again. Paul agreed with you, telling you he’d never throw anything that looks like a disk at you ever again, then proceeds to throw your stuffed animals at you, claiming that they’re not a disk or a frisbee or whatever so it’s okay

• one night, while you were just chilling with David, in the joyful silence that the two of you fell under, he asked if you ever thought if the gods and all the stories you told them were real or not. you shrugged and told him that you do sometimes, but other times you know they’re just stories that the greeks made to explain natural phenomena, but it was still nice to believe sometimes. he didn’t say anything more, just nodded along with what you were saying

• when the boys knew a little about the gods and stuff from you, they’d all have their favorite to hear about. Marko would like to hear about Ares, you’d tell him how he’s like Ares often and he’d think it’s because he’s big and strong, and you’d be like no, because you’re hoy headed, with a sweet smile on your face, and he couldn’t get upset because of that

• The twins Artemis and Apollo were Dwayne’s favorites, he liked the dynamic of the sun and the moon, he also enjoyed the fact that Artemis was a maiden and Apollo definitely wasn’t (if you’re picking up what i’m throwing down 😉😉)

• Michael liked Aphrodite and often compared you to her, which you had to shut down immediately because you didn’t want the chance to feel the wrath of the goddess. he said, and i quote “i don’t care, you’re beautiful” and you may or may not have said “shall i compare thee to a summer’s day?” which he smiled, then you added “no, a summer’s day is not a bitch.” queue marko and paul dying in the background

• paul liked Hephaestus, i don’t know why, i just get that vibe from him, don’t ask me to explain

• David i feel would say he didn’t have a favorite, but he liked hearing about Achilles and his lover Patroclus, he especially loved it when you got upset when you read something that said anything but the fact that they were lovers

• they loved it when you got just so passionate about the stories you tell them, they could stare and listen to you all day if they didn’t have to go back into the deeper part of the cave, they practically have to drag Paul there some nights so he doesn’t stay and get himself burned to a crisp, but it’s okay, you still have Michael to talk with and he’s just as smitten with you as the rest of them! and he makes it known.

#david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #david x reader #paul x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader

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goldengoddess · 3 years ago

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soooo the idea is a fic set during king of scars where the reader is nikolai's childhood best first and we stumble into his room one evening and we actually see him change into the demon and just absjajnsns

i am yours - nikolai lantsov

* KING OF SCARS & RULE OF WOLVES SPOILERS *

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

a/n: okay this is absolutely garbage rae i am so sorry pls forgive me,,, i KNOW this is not how nikolai’s demon works and he wouldn’t just like turn back but for the sake of this fic pls pretend <33333

for the lovley @wtfrae !!! i love u pls go read her work everyone <3

warnings: spoilers! some angst n like threat of violence but y’all know me, everything is good and happy by the end

nikolai had always been the one person you could turn to. since the two of you were kids, it had always been an unbreakable bond. something no one else seemed to understand. how to kids, tossed aside by their family, tested in every way possible, were able to find each other and bring out the best in one another. nikolai made you better, made you good.

life in ravka was never easy, it was a constant struggle. especially in the years leading up to nikolai’s reign. the two of you almost hadn’t made it out alive then, and while nikolai had been out fighting with alina in the fold, you had stayed at the spinning wheel helping the injured.

but when things finally settled down, alina and mal safe and away, nikolai had told you so many stories. the two of you had spent months apart. so out of nostalgia, every night you’d sneak into nikolai’s room and listen to your best friend tell you stories about everything. all the battles he’d fought along as sturmhond, what the battle against the darkling had looked like.

and even when nikolai ran out of stories, and you ran out of questions, you kept sneaking into his room to talk to him. he was the king of ravka, during the day he never even stopped to take a breath. but his nights were reserved for you. just so he could hear the sound of your voice before he was bound to his bed by chains.

nikolai loved you dearly, you were the only constant he had ever known. but he couldn’t bring himself to share what had happened to him during the battle with the darkling, what he’d become. instead, he told you the stories he told everyone else, how he was captured and tortured. it hurt him, to lie to you. but he couldn’t have you seeing him the way he saw himself, a monster. so even though lying to you pained him every night, he would do it to hear your excited questions and giggles as you snuck out of his room.

he always made sure you were gone before zoya came in. he wouldn’t be able to explain the drugging potion. or even worse, his horrible transformation into the demon that lived inside of him.

but secrets almost never stay secrets.

“saints nikolai,” you gasped, rushing off his bed to grab grab your coat, “it’s past midnight. i can’t be in here!”

nikolai sat up and looked out his window, you watched the color drain from his face. he cleared his throat and walked over to you, “you’re right you should probably go.”

you nodded and shuffled away from him, but before opening the door you paused. you turned back to the blonde haired boy, “nikolai?”

“yes sweetheart?” he answered, facing you.

“i could,” you hesitated, “i could sleep over. one night, i’m not saying tonight. just some night. i’ll sleep on the floor but, i spend all of my night here anyways. just like when we were kids.”

as nikolai slowly walked closer to you, you waited for his teasing remark and eventual acceptance. the two of you w had a sleepover since before he left ravka. of course it wouldn’t be the same, as he was now king, but he was your nikolai.

instead, he gently tucked a piece of your hair and kissed your forehead. “i don’t think that’s such a good idea sweetheart.”

your heart shattered at his words and his at the fact that he had to say them. there was nothing he wanted more. nothing that would bring him more peace than holding you in his arms until the sunrise. not just for a couple of hours right before bed, not having to pretend that everything he felt for you was strictly platonic.

“oh” you said defeatedly. “that, yeah that’s okay. i’ll see you tomorrow nikolai.” and with that you rushed out of the room.

later, as zoya gave nikolai genya and david’s potion to knock him out, all he could think about was the horrible look on your face.

at some point in the night you’d made the decision to go talk to nikolai. the two of you couldn’t go on like this, attempting to be way you have been before the darkling and alina while tip toeing around these new feelings you had for eachother.

but as you made your way to nikolai’s doors, hand on the doorknob, you heard a soft growl coming from inside. you covered your mouth with your hand to prevent a gasp from escaping your lips. you slowly turned the handle and stepped into the room.

on nikolai’s kingly bed was a dark giant looking demon. it’s wings were the color of the night sky seen in the window of the bed room. it took your breath away.

you pressed your back against the wall, trying to move back towards the door without making any noise. but the demon heard you and snapped it’s head in your direction.

every part of your body was screaming to run, to scream even. but something stopped you. the eyes. they stopped you. they were dark and pitch black but there was something familiar about them. not the color but the way they watched you. like they were trying to remember every single part of you just in case.

nikolai was the only person who you knew looked at you that way.

“nikolai?” you whispered to the monster.

the creature craned its neck to the side, similar to the confused head tilts that nikolai used to give you during lessons. you took a hesitant step forward, holding your hands up to show that you weren’t going to cause harm.

“nikolai” you tried again, with more conviction in your voice.

the creature let out a small growl as a response and you flinched away. at your movement it out a whine and moved away from you.

you shuffled closer, “hey no no i’m okay. nikolai?”

slowly, as you repeated your best friends name over and over, the creature became less beast and more man. slowly morphing into a messy set of blonde curls and body you’d hugged more times than you can recall. your nikolai.

he curled up in a ball and leaned his back against the end of his bed.

“nikolai” you attempted softly, falling to your knees in front of him.

he scrambled away to a corner of the room, “please. please leave. i’m begging.” his voice was raspy from misuse, thought the two of you had spoken only hours before.

“nikolai i’m not leaving, please explain to me. what was that?” you pleaded with him.

“that was nothing, now go. please please” he sobbed into his hands.

you crossed your arms over your chest in a stubborn gesture that he couldn’t even see, “you’re lying to me again! i’m not leaving until you explain what that was. why can’t you tell me the truth for once?”

“that was me!” he yelled as he lifted his head and met your eyes for the first time.

you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar hazel color of his eyes. you crossed your legs together, “that was you?”

“yes that was me. that is what the darkling did to me. now please,” he let out an exhausted sob “please leave sweetheart.”

you felt tears swelling in your own eyes at his voice. how broken he sounded. your nikolai never sounded so defeated. and if he ever felt that way, he had never shown you. you crawled over to him slowly and placed your hands on the sides of his face, rubbing away the tears.

“what are you doing” he whimpered and dropped his head into your hands, “i could hurt you. sweetheart, you have to go.”

“my nikolai” you whispered, pushing his damp hair away from his forehead.

he closed his eyes and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger, exhaustion, sadness, or a mix of all of it. “i cannot be yours. i’ve lied to you, i’m a demon, a monster. you can’t possibly want me to be yours.” he spit each word about himself as if it were venom, like the words ripped away a little bit of his humanity, or his confidence.

you shook your head and softly placed your forehead again his, still holding the sides of his face. “no. you’re my nikolai. you always will be.”

you placed two soft kisses on his cheeks, one on each side. “my” kiss, “nikolai,” another kiss.

“oh sweetheart, i am yours” he sighed and opened up his knees so you could fall into his embrace. “i am so sorry.”

“you should be” you mumbled into his chest. “what if you had died nikolai? and i wouldn’t have known what was happening to you until it was too late. i could have helped.”

he kissed the top of your head, still hesitantly. “im a fool, you can spend the rest of my life reminding me. i didn’t want to ruin this, us. it’s the last precious thing i have in my life.”

“we are still precious” you whispered and clung to his shirt like your life depended on it. “the same way you are still the nikolai i have always known, since childhood. you are still good. we will fix this.”

“and if we can’t?” he asked so softly that you almost couldn’t hear him.

“then i’ll have to get just as familiar with the demon as i am with you” you joked.

and the rumble of nikolai’s laughing chest told you that everything would be perfectly fine. demon and all, he was still your nikolai.

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a-supernatural-writer · 4 years ago

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Doing Their Makeup

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

Basically came up with these while I was messaging @aliypop . Thank you for somehow getting me to a place where I wanted to write an imagine about the lost boys, Michael and Star’s partner wanting to do their makeup. XD This is everyone x reader.

Also this is kind of my head-canon that Michael and Star became one happy family with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. But Max still died cause I don’t think anyone likes him.

Warnings?: swearing? Cursing?

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The second you told your partners that you wanted to do their makeup, each and everyone one of them were down with the idea, but at all different degrees of being okay with it.

Paul was the first one to practically bounce his way over to you. He already needed your help with doing his simple eyeliner on a daily basis so you paying attention to his face for more than a few minutes made him a very happy camper.

Paul LOVES it. I mean it. Give him the whole glam rock look! Glitter? Yes! Winged eyeliner? Yes! Bitch, make him look like a disco ball and he will be very happy. He loves glitter more than any of them and will directly ask you to use as much as you wanted.

When doing his makeup, he always smiles, loving that your attention was solely on him. Though you have to scold him not to smile because the crinkle in his eyes will totally mess up whatever eyeshadow or eyeliner look you're trying to accomplish. He complies… for about two minutes.

This boy will have you straddling him as you work, his hands on your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin softly. He practically becomes putty in your hands as you gently touch his face. He finds it absolutely adorable that you're being so delicate with him.

When you're done, he shows it off to everyone around the cave. His babe of a partner went all out and he will brag that his makeup is going to be better than everyone else's once you are done.

Second would be Marko. Seeing how good you were with Paul, he was excited to see what kind of look you would give him. He wasn’t too much into glitter like his fellow blonde but he was okay if you wanted to use it. Makeup to him was an artistic form of expression so he became your canvas on which to paint on.

Seeing you figure what colors you wanted to give him and what tools you wanted to use would make him smile with how serious you were taking this task. He would ask you as you worked what your ideas were and you thought looked best on him.

Your bodies would be close, not sitting in his lap close, but your legs would be locked together as you sat on your makeshift bed. His hands fiddling with whatever piece of clothing he could get his hands on. It was very hard not to touch you and he wanted you to fulfill your wish for the night.

By the end of it, Marko’s makeup look would have half of the amount of glitter that Paul had. It would be very colorful, almost reflecting the multiple colors of his jacket. Marko was a little easier compared to the others because of those colors, you had more options to work with.

Marko reacted like Paul, showing it off to everyone. Soon him and Paul compared their looks and pointed out what they liked about them.

Dwayne was third. He wasn’t overly into it, but he loves seeing you happy and if doing his makeup was going to put a smile on your face, then he was happy to do it. He did have a few things to say though, he was okay with a little glitter but nowhere near Paul's and heck, maybe even half of what you did to Marko. Also, no colors that were too bright.

From that, you only choose a few warm hues, some reds, oranges and a tiny bit of yellow. Even some earthy tones to complement his tanned skin. In a way you connected it with the jaguar on his leather jacket.

Dwayne would have his hands placed on your thighs as you worked, saying only a few words here and there, asking simple questions if he was curious about something. If anything he was the calmest one of the bunch, not really interrupting your process.

In a way it was nice. While you worked, you didn’t really talk, too focused on the task at hand and he thought it was cute when you would bite your lip in concentration. The silence that sometimes hung between you two was sweet, like you both were in your own little world. Minus the fact that Paul and Marko were just outside your makeshift area in the cave making noise.

When Dwayne was done, he placed a small kiss on your lips and walked out. He didn’t really show off to the others but he couldn’t help but smirk when Paul and Marko grew silent at his new look.

David was the fourth and probably the one that wasn’t overly crazy about it. If he was going to have glitter, it was going to be tasteful and very little of it. Dark colors only, and if you want to stick on gems, guess what, they better be little and it's gotta be sexy. Make him a sexy princely creature of the night and you are good.

For once, he let you have control, even with his requests orders on what you can and cannot do. You went to work, both of your knees touching and you had to constantly stop him from moving, trying to smoke his cigarette. In the end, you lost against him cause if he couldn’t smoke a cigarette to distract himself from your hands being so gentle with him, they were going somewhere else and you would get nothing done.

In between his puffs of smoke, you poured everything into his look wanting it to be perfect because you definitely wanted to do it again in the future. The only way he would let you is if you did a bang up job.

You made his facial features sharp and his icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through your soul even more with the dark eyeshadow on his eyelids. A little bit of glitter and a few small black gemstones later, he was beautiful. Definitely different from what you were used to, but with David, he could pull off anything and he’d still look good.

With a smirk, he thanked you for your work, which surprised you, and walked back out to the others. You chuckled when you heard Paul exclaim “Holy shit!” when he saw David. Needless to say, you did make David look like a prince of the night with your talents.

Second to last was Star. Your beautiful girlfriend of your group of male partners entered your part of the cave, bringing some of her own collection with her. Star was probably the easiest of the group to do makeup for. She already wore red lipstick on the daily and brown toned eyeshadow to compliment her skin but she never went farther than that.

But tonight, she would let you take it a step further. Nothing too crazy, maybe even a little more toned down than David’s.

Star practically cuddled up to you as you worked your magic. It was a little difficult but she stayed still nonetheless. You kept her signature red lipstick, and decided to focus more on her eyes and add some stick on gems that matched the colors of her skirt.

You added a splash of color to her eyes that went well with her usual browns, picking some of her favorite makeup items and mixing them with your own.

Of course you couldn’t help but smile when Star would giggle as the makeup brushes lightly tickled her face. You wanted to scold her for it but it was too cute so you said nothing just having to work around it.

Just as you were finishing, your last partner, Michael walked in, watching you with curiosity and a slight twinge of interest. When you did finish, Star looked to Michael to see what he thought and happily kissed him when he said he liked it. Which in turn having you redo her lipstick one last time before she left, leaving only you and Michael.

Michael was probably the most hesitant of the bunch. It wasn’t that he didn’t dislike makeup, he just didn’t know what the process was and never really saw much interest until you expressed how much you love doing it.

With a little bit of encouragement, Michael sat on your bed, having you sit on his lap. Michael reminded you a little bit of Paul. He was very affectionate but was much softer compared to the blonde.

Michael asked you the most questions as you worked. Asking what tool was used for what purpose. What colors you were using and why. Glitter? Yeah, why not? Just use it however you see fit and what you thought looked good on him.

Overall he was excited about this. New things always intrigued him and he was willing to try something new.

When you told him you were going to give him a more softer look, he had no quarrels with your choice. Just a tiny bit of glitter, some light colors, a sharp eyeliner that could cut someone, accentuating his cheekbones a bit, and even giving him a little bit of gradient lips, made him look even more pretty than he already was.

You were so proud of yourself that couldn’t help but hug the poor boy. You went all out for your partners and you had a lot of fun doing it. When you let him go after hugging him, he was met by a few compliments from the others who admired his own look that seemed very different from everyone else. Which made the poor boy even more flustered.

When all was said and done, and after doing your own makeup to your own tastes with the help of Star since, well, mirrors can’t help any of you. You all went down to the boardwalk as one big group date, showing off your talents proudly, taking any compliments, and giving you credit where credit was due.

If anything was said negatively, especially by a group of surf nazis, guess what? After your group dinner date at the local diner, those surf nazis would be your dessert for the night.

If that did happen, you’d be a little upset that your work was now covered in blood but they all reassured you that you could give them makeovers whenever you wanted.

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reidecorating · 4 years ago

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L'amore Vero È Così (True Love is Like This)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

A/N: Woke up with a killer headache after celebrating the end of 2020 and thought writing something loosely based off events that took place on NYE would be a good cure. Hope this year’s been treating you all well!

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Summer nights and Spencer Reid make it hard for anyone to keep their hands to themselves. Add David Rossi’s holiday mansion and wine to the mix, and watch a dangerously hot fuse ignite

Warnings: Language (as in cursing AND me just completely butchering Italian), unprotected sex, penetrative sex

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Maybe it was the Sauternes. Like a spark igniting along the fuse of dynamite, the sweet sting of white grape travelled down her throat, every sip exploding in kaleidoscopic vision and unfiltered words. Even so, it wasn’t the alcohol she was drunk on. No, not drunk - she wasn’t drunk - she was absolutely intoxicated. Not by anything of substance, but by an overwhelming desire for the man she had arrived with.

Spencer Reid often felt out of place standing in any absurdly large entranceway, belonging to the old Italian with new money, recurrently settling for shifting from shoe to shoe, before taking a deep breath and pressing the doorbell with the hand unoccupied by a bottle he wouldn’t be drinking from. However, his sobriety was far from the cause of his imposter syndrome. Rather, it was the way he always arrived alone, while, what felt like, the rest of the team trickled in with their spouses or significant others. Whilst pairs would dance to vinyl sounds of Bowie, leaving little room for him and the odd number his presence formed in the abacus of the group, he would loiter in a corner, or, on occasion, entertain his godson with a pack of cards. More frequently, he would rattle off excuses about needing the restroom, only to spend his time exploring the corridors of a rather impressive house. A get together at David Rossi’s holiday home was uncommon, and the last time Spencer had wound up here, he found himself inspecting the tiny forgotten library the man housed, attempting to decipher the various foreign books residing on its mahogany shelves as he heard his friends stumbling their way through the Salsa downstairs. L'isola di Arturo, with sterling lettering on its ageing spine showing a familiar pen name, had quickly become his favourite. When he’d first translated the pages, he had chuckled at the parallels between himself and its disconsolate protagonist. However, after years of his ongoing solitude, and lonely arrivals to a castle full of people, he finally had someone on his arm.

“Wait, what does this mean? I can make out the ‘amore’ but not much else,” That someone now squinted at the words his index finger underlined as he read her the words of that very book, aloud. “Hm?” He was visibly distracted by the Patchouli blend of orange and jasmine emanating from her skin as she leaned against his shoulder to read the page herself. “L'amore vero è così,” she whispered, unsure of the correct pronunciation but attempting it anyway. “Non ha nessuno scopo e nessuna ragione, e non si sottomette a nessun potere fuorché alla grazia umana,” she finished in a whisper, affecting Spencer in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Through fluttering eyelashes, she looked up at him, awaiting his rendition, and suddenly the temperature felt as if it had risen. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been here almost as many times as him; she knew her way around Rossi’s holiday home, but Spencer had insisted on showing her his favourite room, claiming she hadn’t seen it yet. Diverting her attention from Emily’s anecdotes, “I kind of want you all to myself for a little bit,” he whispered in a kiss on her shoulder, proceeding to take her hand and pull her away from chatter over a jug of Cuban rum and homemade pizza - making sure to dissect, in explanation, nearly every painting adorning the maze of hallways on their short trek. He cleared his throat, prying his gaze away from the skin her little black dress revealed, unabashedly scanning her lips before using his own to form words. “True love is like this,” he subtly eyed her reaction to his words as he tried hard to not transliterate the European language. “It has no purpose and no reason, and it does not submit to any power except human grace.” Spencer’s voice was a newly inked quill, ebbing and flowing through the hot air of the dimly lit room. The dark winged butterflies that had been floating around her stomach all evening fluttered in a frenzy at his words, and the way the chartreuse of his eyes had been absorbed by black as they laid on her. “For such a dark story, it’s so beautiful,” she exhaled in a hushed tone, stare not leaving his as he slowly slid the book into the hollow slot where it had previously inhabited, too occupied by reading her demeanour to pay the book any more attention. “You think so? The author, Morante, Elsa Morante, was actually considered the greatest writer of Italy’s postwar generation, at one point.” Spencer began to rest his weight against the wall as they conversed. “I feel as if we always hear about Bassani or Parise, and all the unorthodox things Landolfi wrote in the fifties. It’s very refreshing to hear of a woman getting some well deserved recognition in such a male dominated niche,” she remarked. A dimple appeared on Spencer’s cheek as he grinned at the way she sounded a lot like him. “Agreed. In fact, Morante actually claimed she wished she’d been born a boy, so that she could have all of these heroic adventures. Once, when she was asked about the hero of that book,” he pointed towards the worn copy of L'isola di Arturo, “she commented: ‘Arturo, c’est moi!’,”

“Living vicariously through him? Interesting,” she tilted her head slightly, “I also think its remarkable how beauty can emerge from so much pain,” she mulled aloud. His eyebrows raised at her words and the flux in her tone of voice. Slowly, she stepped towards him, forearms resting on his shoulders, entangling behind him.

Earlier, she’d had the privilege of styling him as he stood in front of their shared mirror, muttering complaints of how he had 'nothing to wear’. Now, she repeated maledictions to herself regarding the clothing she had chosen, in her head, as she admired the way his black shirt was rolled up at the sleeves - displaying intricate nerves shadowing his fingers and arms - and simultaneously unbuttoned temptingly low on his chest, exposing the silver chain presenting a small initial, hers. The summer night had made sure a thin veil of sweat coated his collarbones, glistening with his movements under the lamp light. “It’s not a surprising process though - I mean, after the year you’ve had, just look at how pretty you are,”

“Did you just-” he gulped, chuckling, “use the copious amounts of semi-resolved trauma I harbour to romance me?”

“I may have,” she whispered into the skin below his ear, both hands now tangled in his hair as he remained pressed up against the wall, grateful that every wound, fight and flaw had led them here. And she never ceased to make her gratitude known. Tonight, though, ever since she’d caught sight of his hand gripping a cold glass, the strong concoction presumably belonging to Luke, she hadn’t been able to stop envisioning his body on top of hers. Unbeknownst to her, his thoughts had been very similar from the second she’d chosen to wear the satin fabric, claiming it matched his shirt, while leaving very little to the imagination. “Y/N,” he spoke, his body involuntarily leaning into hers. “We can’t- Not now.” His body language betrayed his words. “I don’t study behaviour for a living, unlike everyone else here, but Spencer, right now, yours tells me we can,” she brought down a hand to squeeze his wrist, which was resting against her lower back. He couldn’t breathe. Tongue in cheek, he shook his head at her, a smirk breaking way. “You, my pretty lady, are something else,” he caved, switching their position in a more urgent manoeuvre than either of them anticipated. Spencer’s hands grasped her jaw, his breath fanning over her before his lips collided with hers, messily. A hand cradled the back of her head, heeding any impact with the wooden blockade behind her, fingers and hair tangling together. Her hands travelled along his body, pinky tugging on his necklace in pursuit of closeness, while her lips roamed around his bobbing Adam’s apple, eliciting an exquisite string of moans. Spencer’s leg wedged itself between hers, slowly grazing his thigh against her, using a firm grip to guide her hips downwards, her soft sighs and tugs at his roots only encouraging him.

The euphoria was short lived. A rapping on the library door tore them apart, its hinges creaking and giving way to an astounded looking Penelope Garcia. “Naughty!” she factitiously gasped. “I didn’t think the good doctor and his fine missus had it in them, but I was very, very wrong,”

“We were just-“ Y/N began, only to be cut off by the tipsy agent. “Save the excuses, beautiful lady. I was simply quested to find you two, and let you know that the rest of us are off to take a dip in the spa. Bring your boy toy, and scrumptious self, and join us ASAP - oh! And no funny business! There are children here,” Penelope gestured her two fingers away from her spectacles and towards each of them as a silent threat of ‘I’m watching you’. Y/N and Spencer exchanged a look, both flushed in different shades of red, on their way to creating a colour wheel. As Penelope spun on her heels and rushed to shut the door behind her, “Thank you, Penelope!” Y/N squeaked, Spencer exclaiming a timid “And sorry!” The two of them broke out into a fit of laughter, still frazzled. “I think I’m getting a little too comfortable with your team,” she grimaced, earning a laugh from the doctor. Later, as Spencer led her towards a bathroom, her arms occupied by a stack of towels, his hand on the small of her back, he dreaded the amount of self control he would need to invoke when the two of them would undress to change.

What she had said wasn’t entirely untrue. She was indeed very comfortable with his team. If Spencer could have met himself, a year ago, anxious to introduce who he was sure was the love of his life to his dearest friends, he would flick himself in the head. She, not alarmingly, managed to get along with everyone, almost better than he did. Somehow managing to find common ground, even with Aaron Hotchner. He recalls, one night, months ago, listening to her and the usually stoic man debate about which broadway production was better: The Producers or The Phantom of the Opera. Spencer also recalls exactly how riled up he became as he watched her put the ex-theatric-gone-lawyer in his place after calling upon Spencer for some Tony Award statistics. Admittedly, he actively needed to combat the green eyed monster on his back whenever she would go jogging with Luke - but the way she kissed him before leaving, on her tiptoes in her running shoes, whispering ‘I love you’, and ‘I’m really only going for Roxy’, helped. She had become family, the invisible stamp of approval having been silently awarded when they all saw the looks the two of them shared, the three subtle squeezes in their woven hands, and the way Spencer now smiled with his teeth - the way they way they would move the moon and the earth for one another.

Packed into the watery sauna, words exchanged between the group travelled into the atmosphere, a waxing gibbous eavesdropping overhead. She watched as Spencer squirmed across from her at the nearness to so many sweaty bodies, shoulders, elbows, knees and toes, belonging to anybody and everybody, poking him. Her eyes trailed along the dips and swells at the base of his neck, decorated in its usual, dainty, shimmering pendant, the bones there protruding as he slouched forward. Spencer’s hair was matted, condensation ironing chestnut ringlets to his forehead, complimenting his heated crimson cheeks. The butterflies returned, her stomach flipping as he ran his hand through the mop of curls to ease his discomfort. More of him - that was what she wanted. She hadn’t noticed, but she had been biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. Pulling her back from her thoughts, a heavy exhale travelled past her left ear, changing the course of the steam emerging from the water - a stream of air enough to deflate a person, she noticed. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.” The blonde rested her head against the barrier of the tub, seeing bright patterns on her eyelids as they shut over her eyes momentarily. Y/N reached over and grasped one of her shoulders in a clinical manner. “Who are you, and what have you done with Jennifer and the gruelling tension in her neck and jaw?” She interrogated, lightheartedly. “What can I say? Stress is my middle name,” she chuckled. “While we’re on the topic, though... Maybe you could give me one of those trigger-point massages,” she opened one eye, an iris burning sapphire, the blue only rival to that of the one from The Tell Tale Heart, finding Y/N’s face. Retreating her hand, having made her point, she let out a laugh at JJ’s words, “I’m afraid that’ll cost y-” Y/N’s eyes widened at the familiar dialect of the words, a charlatan on JJ’s tongue. “Wait a minute, can you repeat what you just said, but slowly?”

“Oh, I know you heard me perfectly clear,” JJ smirked at her, eyebrows raising as her eyes shifted between the flustered woman and Spencer.

They had a friendship of unfamiliar closeness, which JJ cherished. After nights of babysitting turning into wining with Merlot and dining on flaming dreaded cheese puffs, stashed away in an airtight container, upon JJ’s arrival home, the two had grown close. The agent was grateful for conversation veering away from work, and for someone seeing her from a different lens; one through which she wasn’t fizzled down to a petrie dish of a mother through a workaholic microscope. Y/N was curious to know how her famous mandatory-Spencer-de-stressing-trigger-point massages had come up in conversation between JJ and her, now guilty looking, boyfriend. She crossed her fingers in hopes that he’d spared the details of the events that usually took place following the neck rubs - another kind of de-stressing altogether. “Do you guys hear that? I think Will’s calling me- and I should go put Henry to bed… It’s quite late…” she exaggerated, wearing a redolent expression as she slunk away with a towel around her cold frame. “We’ll talk later, Jareau,” she looked up at JJ, after the shivering woman squeezed her shoulders in a bid goodnight, waving to the small crowd. Swiftly, Y/N’s gaze met Spencer’s, her figure not having left his vision once.

The yard and small pool was clearing out, save for Luke and Tara bickering in the corner, so, through the bubbling water, she waded in Spencer’s direction, noticing the way he was evidently mentally undressing her. As if by his telepathy, a thin strap of her bathing suit slipped from its place, causing the gears in Spencer’s head to stop turning as he swallowed thickly. “Hey handsome, long time no speak.” A soft smile graced his lips, adoration for her evident, in place of his muted response. Wordlessly, he slipped a finger beneath the strap, tentatively putting it back in place, refusing to break eye contact in some unspoken play for power. “What’re you up to?” She squinted, wondering exactly what his motives were. “Nothing much,” he pulled her closer by the waist, whispering in a gravelly voice only she could hear, “I’m just thinking about how you didn’t get the chance to finish what you started, earlier,”

“Are you implying that you want me to…” she floated onto his lap, hands draping around his neck to steady herself, “pick up where we left off?” The question left her mouth in a breathy whisper, straight into his ear. He turned to look at her, unblinking. “I’m implying, that I’ve had those pretty noises you make replaying in my head all night, and that I’d like to hear them again,”

“Remind me, doctor, which one of us said ‘we can’t’?,” she mocked his whine, rolling her eyes back. “I have a better suggestion, how about you remind me which one of us struggled to stand the last time we played this game?” The calmness of his voice was the antithesis of the fire she was feeling inside her. Satisfied with her speechlessness, his eyes drifted down her body as she pried herself off him, settling in the plastic indent of a hot tub seat to his side. The attention of the pair of lovers were drawn to Tara’s laughter as she stepped into a robe, calling it a night. “What’d we miss?” Spencer’s clueless innocence returned, as if the words he’d spoken before were now out of mind. Devilishly, Tara responded, “Oh, you know, just me completely destroying this man’s ego,”

“Doesn’t take much does it?” Y/N offered Tara her fist in solidarity. “No it does not,” Tara chuckled, bumping it with her own. “You guys do realise that I’m right here?” Luke scoffed, also drying himself off. “I think that adds to their point?” Spencer offered, pursing his lips, amused. “Well, I’m going to go and catch some sleep, and maybe even shed a few tears over what’s been said about me,” he playfully scowled at Tara walking away, throwing a middle finger at him through the air without looking back. “Trust me, they are very professional,” Spencer promised, turning towards his only remaining company in laughter. “I’m sure they are,” she joked returning a smile.

The two of them talked beneath an ink sky, stars like pinpricks in a blanket twinkling through their conversation, until she found herself on Spencer’s lap, once again, the ambience shifting to something far more carnal. Throughout the night, like a band of elastic stretching between two fingers, the tension between them had heightened. Now, they both tested the limits, anticipating its snap. His chlorine skin tasted electric on her tongue as she painted his neck and chest with a lilac rendition of the silver initial dangling there, letting his sighs catch in the shells of her ears. Allowing her tongue to explore his mouth, his hands tightened around her waist. “Mhm, no, Y/N,” he spoke, regaining his fleeting conscience. “This,” — kiss — “is a bad,” — kiss — “idea,”

“Spencer, look,” she glanced over at the house, and his eyes followed suite, craning his neck slightly. “What do you see?” She asked. “Aside from a house bigger than my entire apartment complex?” Her face was a deadpan. “All the lights are out, Spencer,” she gave him a look that said, come on, profiler, figure it out. Not a single connection formed in his head as he stared at the way the luminous blue of the night time water cast ripples on her skin - skin which was all over his. “All the lights are out… It’s late… and everyone’s asleep,” he reasoned, more to himself than in response to her insinuation. “We have no real chance of getting caught, plus…” her dark eyes were obscured by the eyelashes sheltering them as she tilted her head. “Would it be so bad if we did?” Two of her fingers danced along his chest, walking towards the damp hair at the nape of his neck, using the strands to pull him closer. “Everyone knowing exactly how good you make me feel?” She purred the last part in his ear, tugging at the cartilage with her teeth. Spencer partially whimpered. “Don’t hold back, gorgeous boy. You sound as good as you taste.” His eyes shut as his head hit the rim of the spa - only briefly losing himself once her mouth was on him again. “Someone’s talking like they’re in charge,” he tilted her chin up towards him, forcing her eyes onto his own. “I seem to be the one doing all the work here,” she teased. He kissed each of her collarbones, eyes still trained on hers. “You shouldn’t speak so soon.” With that, he undid the top of her swim suit, exposing her chest to the frigid night air, compelling a gasp. “Truthfully, I’ve been thinking about doing this a majority of the night.” The bass in his voice reached her core. “For someone who is so fastidious about cleanliness, you sure have a dirty, dirty mind, doct-” She never had the chance to finish the honorific, his lips moulding around a hardening nipple, allowing his fingers to toy with the other. Rolling his tongue around the bud, he smiled to himself as he heard her call out his name, over and over, as if her voice was coming through a scratched vinyl. “Where’s all the talk from before?”

“You’re evil,” she groaned, her hips bucking against his board short clad body.

Spencers lips travelled along the valley of her breasts, only to hike back up them at a tantalising pace, prehensile fingers covering the ground his mouth couldn’t. Her hands grasped so tight in his hair, he was sure the strands would fall out. A groan of his own left vibrations reverberating through her body, causing her heart to jump. “Alright, you’ve had your fun,” he gnarred, as his hands gripped her wrists, holding them behind her back. With his unoccupied hand, he dipped his fingers into what was left of her apparel. “Is this all for me?” He smirked at the ease with which his fingers slipped over her. “Don’t flatter yourself, we’re in water,”

“You’re so impolite - even when I’m spoiling you,” tutted Spencer. Retroceding his hand, determined to leave her on edge, and her skin a mirror image of his, he continued to pin her fragile hands back against the base of her spine. “S-Spencer, please,” her words struggled to make any sense, “please, I need more,” she panted out, moving purposefully along the growing outline in his shorts. The pleasure was overwhelming. Spencer fiddled with the material still covering her, pulling it aside to make way for himself in between her legs. His eyes softened, silently seeking permission, even as she impatiently pulled down his waistband. When she nodded and eased his ailing with a soft, lingering kiss, he slowly pushed himself into her, never failing to be acutely attentive to her comfort as if it was their first time together. “This was what you were after?” Teased Spencer, his hips speeding up. “So badly,” she uttered out a sigh. “Then take it like you want it.” She craved his adept touch, and she made that known. “S- Spencer, oh god,” she groaned, “you feel so fucking good.” His breathing became heavier, softs grunts and hisses filling her ears with every movement. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, whining in a destitute way at the full feeling. At a slower pace, one of Spencer’s hands guided her hips along himself, while the other traced infinity on her sensitive nerves. “Sweet girl- fuck, you feel like a dream,” he moaned as she tightened around him. Her toes curled, the warm water of the pool splashing her bare skin. Spencer occupied all of her senses, the same way she did his. “I’m so close,” she whimpered, before he used his nose to nudge her face upwards, her momentarily open eyes reflecting constellations. Spencer kissed her once more. Her hands long freed from his grip, she left traces of herself in the form of tiny red sickles on his freckled back as her nails released some frustration.

Dragging her fingers along his torso, she felt the muscles of his stomach tighten, hers doing the same. Shaky sighs wavered from her lips at the bliss Spencer was providing. “Keep your eyes open for me, angel,” she tried her hardest to focus on his lustfully blown pupils. “That’s it. Just look at what you do to me,” he gasped out, head falling backwards, eye contact broken - only for a second - before he gulped and looked back at her. “You’re breathtaking,” she whispered, hoarsely, stroking his sweaty cheekbone with her thumb. She could recognise the golden gates of heaven in his eyes as he came undone inside her, warmth spilling over her in every aspect. The knots in her stomach loosened shortly after his, curses spilling from both of them. She rode him through his release, fond of the way he left light kisses on her temple, whispering compliments and confessions of love. Once he was sure she’d caught her breath, and some air had returned to his own lungs, he kissed her, gently, in the summer sauna heat, beneath the stars.

A loud cough startled the two. Stood in the open French doors of the veranda, scotch in hand, and eyes screwed shut, was David Rossi. Their minds were in the same place, wondering why they hadn't listened to Penelope’s drunken advice. “When you two are done, please remember to turn the tub lights off - and put the filter on high.” She hid herself in Spencer’s chest, heartbeat in her ears, contemplating holding her breath for a really, really long time. Spencer was flushed red, his own nose buried in her neck so as to not face the older man. “Or better yet, put some money together to buy me an entirely new spa,” Rossi, laughed, opening one eye to catch sight of Spencer giving him a shameful thumbs up. Even as Rossi wandered away, their embarrassment remained a fresh burn. Spencer groaned as her tired hand fumbled with his disastrous hair, “I don’t even want to begin thinking about how much of that he heard,”

“Or saw,”

“Don’t!”

“I’m never going to be invited here ever again, am I?”

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