#anyway nature wives won

[omvimo]

now that both shelby and katherine’s episodes are out its time to share my amazing headcannons that half of them have zero proof

everyone is under here if you want to read it’s probably long though lol

shelby

-started working out only because she saw katherine do it

-is besties with sausage and oli

-first started dying her hair all different colors and even had orange for a while before just letting it stay white

-has ptsd dreams about the fog and sculck

-she has a little garden for flowers at her house

-sometimes she calls joel to ask how to use her powers

-she is biromantic with preference for women

-at first she thought she had a crush on joey but nope she just really wanted to be friends (100% not me)

-every so while, her grandmother has to replace tortoise with a frog that looks exactly the same and she never knows (this was inspired by shelby’s qna and how she accidentally killed tortoise then replaced him)

-she loves reading so much that she would just stay up reading

-as a kid, she was bullied up into witch high school where she basically just beat them up and nobody bothered her since

-She is genderqueer and uses she/they pronouns

katherine

-she is 100% transfem and you cannot tell me other wise

-she tried to be goth in princess high school but just couldn’t get rid of the pink

-she can do eyeliner in one fast swoop

-shes trying to get into making her own armor but keeps burning herself

-She is a horse girl

-she really wants to get into painting but isn’t very good

-she is demiromantic lesbian

-she is 5’11 but wears like 4 inch heels anyway

-she still sleeps with her stuffed animals

-she is only productive at night

-the curse represents depression (i could write so many essays about that)

-She is best friends with Lizzie

Both!

-Katherine has to pick Shelby up so they can kiss

-Shelby took Katherine to a flower garden for their second date

-Shelby will stop at nothing to sit in Katherine’s lap

-Katherine makes Shelby watch sitcoms and Shelbt doesn’t have the heart to say no

-One time, Shelby was on Katherine’s shoulder and everything was great and then Katherine walked through a doorway and Shelby hit her forhead

-Lizzie and Oli are the biggest shippers of them

-During witchcraft they are dating and Shelby proposes when she comes back

-Shelby often falls asleep at her telescope and Katherine carries her to bed

-Neither one of them is the big spoon, Shelby just uses Katherine’s chest as a pillow

-Katherine often surprises Shelby with her favorite flowers

-Sausage started asking “whens the wedding?” just after their second date

-Joel married them in the cathedral of Saint Pearl

[audreyscribes]

CRYPTIDS DEMIGODS [PART 3]

Alright you guys. The polls have answered. You won. It’ll include everyone except the Primordial demigods because they themselves are already cryptids in a sense. Also, I have to split the Cryptids Demigods into more parts because I hit the max tumblr post load TWICE; which I think happened with the first Cryptid Demigods one. I think that’s all of them, so here we go final run of all the cryptids! Anyways, here you go (╯‵□′)╯︵ “Enjoy”  CRYTPIDS PARTS: {PART 1}  \\  {PART 2}  \\ {PART 3}

HESTIA:  They are the most unsuspecting of them all. You see them tend to the fire that has never gone out; burning all the offerings and seemingly never dying down. You see the fire simply graze their fingers and face as they pondered over the fire as you seen them everywhere. You look at them and can’t help see a visage of home. They’re one of the most, least harmful cryptids; a reminder of old wives tales. You take their offering of food and shelter, paying your respects when it's due. However, when you get attacked, you see their placid nature crack as the fire bursts higher. Their hands calloused by maintaining the home is just as strong as a warrior’s grip as they tear into the intruder of the home, before tossing their remains into the fire, feeding it higher. The fire consumes the bone into ash that is fed into the garden, and their flesh is fed to the dogs who guard the home before they burn away the blood and evil from their skin as they step into the fire, rejuvenating them before they step out and offer you milk and honey to chase away the nightmares. 

HERA: The children of Hera are children who have survived. As children of the Queen of the Gods, there is an expectation to be perfect but everyone knows the darkest secrets behind that visage of the Queen of the Gods, the affairs and secrets that are aired out like dirty laundry. The crown that sits on their head sparkles and signals to people they are a child of royalty, but it clings to their head, heavy and tight of the weight it brings; to carry on and keep calm even if they have to walk on the bones and ashes made by Hera towards her husband dared to betray with in her realm. If a king is burdened by the weight of the crown, a Queen is burdened by both the weight of her king’s and her own’s crown digging into her mind and soul. 

PERSEPHONE:  A child of Persephone itself is a cryptid on premise already. A child of Springtime and life whilst also a child of Winter and the dead. Stuck either on the cusp of life & death, or stuck in perpetual cycle of life and death due to the nature that is Persephone, her child bound to the same rules as she is. Their hands easily bring life as they bring death at the slightest death; hands that hold life that are also covered in blood. Neither belonging to one realm or the other.

AMPHITRITE:  Another child of the sea but different then a child of Poseidon. Alluring and beautiful that draws people to them. When you look at them, you know something is wrong but at the same time, you think that they are the physical depictions of the tales of sailors recounting their tales about Mermaids and Sirens. However, beware their wide eyes and voice. Their forms are not always what they seem. The sounds of the waves are better heard far away then up close, for one missteps leads to your death. Not only can they be alluring as a mermaid with the faces of a human, they can also shift into either seals or dolphins as their mother is responsible for them. They shed their seal skin when necessary but can turn back into them easily, their big wide eyes focusing on you as they grip your arms and legs with their sharp teeth, or allure you with their elegant chirpy dolphin form to lower your guard before showing you the unsuspecting brutal side of a dolphin. Once they have you in their grasp, they’ll bring you down to the waters and there you’ll be seen the darkness of the water, it’s beauty gone far in the dark depths where the light cannot reach you and the water no longer sparkles. Then you realise, the tales of Mermaids are told not out of love, but out of fear.

 ERIS:  a child of strife and discord. They can only bring chaos, disorder, cause people to fester. They never know peace in themselves for that goes against them, so they cause and cause, never stopping cause they don’t know peace. They bring and cause force to move things forward, chasing at the heels of people. They bring things out of nothingness, dancing carefully on broken glass. The slightest touch of their actions being the beat of a butterfly, both aware and unaware of that they bring change and they know that is how the world works, and in that they find some semblance of peace. 

HARMONIA: A child of Harmony and Concord. People believe they have a perfect life but oh, they don’t know what is behind that smile that is both forced and natural that says everything is fine and they are happy. They don’t know that that their life is the opposite as they faced twists and turns with their life, paid in full because of the dues of their grandmother’s affair with her husband’s brother who can do nothing to hurt them so he turns to her children to suffer with a pretty necklace that represents as a collar of their doom and debts. Pitied that even Harmonia herself, wedded to a husband, both turns into snake-like dragons before dying and put into Elysium, yet the tragedy lives on; afterall the audience doesn’t know what happens behind the curtains when the actors smiled on the perfect stage for them to see. 

[asterssunzephyr]

Nature Wives Fans, weve won.

If you havent seen Shelby's newest ep/her finale, please leave the post. I wish not to ruin or spoil anything for anyone and have backlash on my page via the mistake you chose to make after reading this warning.

Im inclined to believe all Nature Wives fans are Taylor Swift fans too and if not then too bad bc you wont change mind about this, In actually just right(this is a JOKE people.)

Anyway, so we got our happy ending Nature Wives AND a few days ago we got the Speak Now(Taylors Version) announcement⁉️ bro we winning.

[terushimooo]

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE

Cult Leader!Ikkei x F!Reader and Cop!Daichi x F!Reader

T/w: incest, noncon, huge age gap (20′s vs 60′s), omegaverse, werewolf, yandere, implied abduction/captivity, forced marking/bonding, unprotected sex, breeding/pregnancy kink

W/c: 1.7k

A/n: FOR THE ONE AND ONLY @seijorhi (the scariest of us all)!!!!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! I KNOW I'M THE LAST ONE TO POST (BY WEEKS) BUT I TRIED I SWEAR!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY AND THAT YOU HAVE AN EVEN BETTER YEAR!! I LOVE YOU (AND THE WIVES) MORE THAN WORDS COULD EVER DESCRIBE!!!!! And on that note…

Update: This was totally an April fools joke. I love you Rhi, Please unblock me :’). (If I forgot any warnings please let me know!!)

Daichi loves you more than anything, so when you text him in a fit of desperation—begging for your big brother to save you once again—how could he possibly say no?

Your brother is strong.

Your brother is reliable.

He’s trustworthy, caring, and the most loving person you've ever met. Time and again, he’s shown that he’s a natural born leader—that he’s a protector—both to your family, to the community, and to you.

Your brother was your idol.

You would’ve even gone as far as to label him your first love; in a childish sense of the word, anyway. In your youth, you would tell anyone who would listen about how much you loved your brother, more than life itself.

And you meant it.

But as you got older, there was something not quite right with the way brown eyes traveled along the expanse of your skin, with the way they noticeably lingered at the base of your neck.

There was something off about the way he’d creep into your room when he thought you were sleeping… Something wrong with the way he’d slide under your blankets—bare chest pressed against your back, wet mouth exploring the taste of your skin.

His praise kept you complacent. His touch kept you safe.

You believed that.

Truly.

But your parents had different ideas.

To be the next leader, they claimed, Daichi needed someone more than you, someone stronger, better.

“It's because of his nature”, they’d say. “It’s because of your conflicting dynamics.” But you knew it wasn’t like that. Not really.

It was always something different… something more.

Alphas, omegas, their need to conform, their need to dominate—your parents pretend they sent you away to keep you safe. But you know better than that. It’s just a lie constructed to keep you from loving your brother the way that you should. The way that’s normal…

The way that’s right.

Your brother’s not like the other alphas.

He’s not looking for the strongest mate, and he’d never discriminate against the weak either.

You know that for a fact.

After all, what alpha intent on forcing submission would sink to his knees and bow his head—to you—to an omega? What alpha would wrap his hands around your limbs in a move not to control you, but to bandage your wounds, to press gentle kisses over your carefully wrapped injuries? What alpha would give his precious time to someone so low on the pecking order that they can’t even shift?

You’ve always known the safety of your brother's love, of his kind and gentle touches. So when you experience another, when a man calling himself alpha—calling himself your alpha—lays claim to your body, when he strips your soul of its protective casing—you know you've made a mistake. You know naivety has won out against logic, against the teachings drilled into you since birth.

You never should’ve left the safety of your commune, of your childhood home, but most importantly, you never should’ve left your brother.

The roads back are different than you remember.

The forests you used to play in are long gone, filled instead with the golden stems left from a seemingly successful harvest. And in place of the once green, open fields of grass—the land lays bare, covered in mud and looming construction.

It’s a stark contrast. A painful reminder that you no longer belong here; that this isn’t the home you love and remember… Not anymore.

As you continue to drive down the forgotten and unpaved trails, you can’t help but wonder; were the mountains you used to call comforting—the walls that sheltered and protected you well into your adolescence—were they always this… intimidating?

Or is it just you?

Is it you who’s taken on the role of the villain, turning the innocent into the vile and corrupt?

You can’t help but think it's the latter.

Dirty.

Filthy.

Unworthy.

Useless—a grown adult, running back with her tail between her legs, into the arms of her big brother.

Even the sky, clouded over in a dark collage of gray, seems to echo its anger at your return.

Maybe it’s the tears pooling in your eyes, or maybe it’s just the natural passage of time—either way, if not for the echoing voice of your brother directing your every action, you’d surely be forsaken.

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When you pull up to your brother’s home, a cabin hidden deep within the last remaining stretch of forest, you can't help but wince at the figure seated on the porch, cigarette hanging loosely from his wrinkling lips.

You watch as he stands to greet you, firm hands wrapping around the banister, eyes piercing through the windshield of your car. The motion of his hand forces you to step outside, to face the consequences of your actions—the consequences of your absence.

You don’t even have the time to take in the slam of your door, let alone the sounds of nature. The grey-haired man beckons you over in an instant, elderly voice ringing out over the surroundings.

“Long time no see,” he taunts, a wicked grin plastered across his aging features. “You miss me?”

“Y-yeah. Of course, sir.” You answer back, hesitance obvious in your actions, in the bow of your back, in your cautious step forward.

You know better than to make enemies of the man in front of you, of the commune’s leader, your brother's mentor, Ikkei Ukai.

“Where-where’s Daichi?” You ask. “Where’s my brother?”

Ikkei just scoffs before raising his hand dismissively. “He went out on a last minute call—don’t ask me what, something about a rowdy group of alphas. Aside from that, don’t know, don’t care.” You watch as Ikkei spits his cigarette onto the wooden planks before snuffing it out beneath the sole of his sandal. “Why don’t you go inside, get settled into your old room while I bring in your bags, okay?”

You nod in agreement, not that it matters though. Ikkei’s already moving toward the car before you can even acknowledge his words.

Part of you is surprised when you creek open the door to your past life. Your room is exactly how you left it, upkept and spotless—as if you’d never really left. Even the sense of foreboding, the looming patriarchal figure constantly following your every action, that seems to have stuck around as well.

Sitting on your bed feels surreal. You can’t help but notice the strong, deep, and woodsy scent permeating the room's constitution. You suppose it only makes sense, this is his house after all. Even so, part of you likes to imagine that your brother spends a great deal here, that he misses you as much as you’ve missed him.

Closing your eyes, you can almost imagine your reunion. The shared warmth, the shedding of tears, the gentle caresses—but all of that seems so far off with Ikkei’s presence ever bearing and unignorable in the doorway.

While you mourn at the loss of your brother’s presence, Ikkei can’t help but bask in the fortune the day has brought.

Sweet little omega, he can’t help but think, can he even call you that? You’re so helpless. So vulnerable. So alone.

Ikkei remembers watching you play throughout your youth; always the runt, always the weakest, always picked last. It can't be helped, he knows that. Everyone knows that.

Still, seeing is believing. And seeing you here, all grown up… well it has Ikkei believing in something more. It has him seeing your potential, not as a shiftless, rankless member—but as a wife, as a mother, as the brood mare (for a lack of a better term) of the commune.

It’s what has Ikkei entering your den, posture rigid and stiff—like the cock tenting beneath his worn down sweats.

The fear and disgust in your eyes only has him hardening more, eager to finally take what’s rightfully his—what’s been denied to him for so many years. Sending you away was never his choice, you have to know that, you have to understand.

Ikkei only hopes his message will get across through the hands that roughly grope the plush of your hips, the tongue that runs along the throbbing glands in your throat, the teeth that sink themselves deep within the junction of your neck.

Your screams don’t come off the way you want them too, the way you need them to. Instead, Ikkei takes them as your sign of approval. It’s how things with his past wife worked, so why would it not be the same with you?

It doesn’t matter if you want this.

It doesn’t matter if you reject his mark—you clearly don’t understand. Now that he has you, now that he’s got you pinned beneath his hulking figure, pants down and underwear pushed to the side—he’ll mark you as many times as it takes.

You’ll learn to be complacent.

He knows it.

It’s what he tells himself as he forces himself inside, the dry walls of your cunt tearing at the rough intrusion.

It’s been so long since he’s had anyone as perfect as you, someone so young. Ikkei knows he can’t last. He knows you can feel it too.

The sob that wretches itself from your chest is the last straw before ikkei finds himself spilling deep inside your cunt, cock throbbing and pulsing against the ring of your cervix.

God, he hopes that it takes.

He hopes that you’ll be filled with his pups sooner rather than later.

Sweat drips from his face and onto yours, mixing with your tears in a beautiful image of passion. The blood spilling from the inflamed wound on your neck only makes the older alpha swell with pride.

Ikkei knows that the others will talk, that they’ll disapprove of his taking of a mate—especially at his age. But, he’s the commune leader. No one would really dare go against his word. Not after he’s kept everyone safe for so many years.

Even if they do, it’s as the youth these days say, YOLO—you only live once.

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LMMAAOOOOO

BAHAHHAHAHA

RHIII

HAHAHHAHAH

IM CRYING

I HAD YOU IN THE FIRST HALF DIDN’T I!!! BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

Okay okay okay okay okay, but no, for real, I AM gonna write you a real cop daichi fic—WITHOUT THE ELDERLY—but that day, that day is not today. :ehe:

I AM SO SORRY TO ANY OTHER POOR SOUL WHO READ THIS AND EXPECTED A DAICHI FIC. I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES IN APOLOGY!!! Please, I just, I just really, really needed to get Rhi. <3

Anyway, HAPPY APRIL FOOLS TO YOU ALL!!!

(I will update and correct these tags after rhi reads this, I swear)

[yb-cringe]

Wybie have you seen Katherine's ep/seen me being insane about it yet because i have never won so much from my fav ship becoming the opposite of canon. Like! Its so much more interesting that Katherine said she didnt want romance rn cause she's too busy and stressed and so Joey and Shelby accept this and truce and now Fairytail trio are all pals! I lost but it doesnt feel like a loss!

Gonna make so much Fairytale Tripo content and maybe some mow Nature Wives just make it a slowburn hehehehehe

i havent all i remember from it is joey walking up to scott and gem and referring to both of them as ladies. and then earlier when scott thought lizzie was calling gem a hot man. whats happening there can i have he/him gem

anyway yeah the three of them are very cute and by god i need shelby and joey to be friends for GODSsake please so im glad theyre all friends now and tbh. good for katherine. be yourself girl.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

an icarus and his sun: chapter 15

A/N: well, the end is finally here. I’m not done with this lil au by any other means, there are some oneshots (like missing scenes from this story that I couldn’t get to flow with the rest of the fic) and some oneshots that take place before and after this story. there is also a nature wives sequel that I am contemplating. anyway, I just wanted to give a HUGE thank you to all the love this fic has gotten. when I set out to write this, I never imagined it getting this much love. I was writing this story mostly for myself, and this has been a work that I have never been more motivated to write, and that is largely due to the love that it has gotten. again, thank you so much. and I wrote this chapter while listening to Like Real People Do by Hozier on loop, I think it fits the mood of this chapter very well.

Warnings: pretty much nothing, just kissing and a ton of fluff

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Quite some time had passed since that fateful day that Jimmy had saved Scott from the corruption. Jimmy still didn’t quite agree that his kiss was what had saved Scott in the end, he was sure Scott had something to do with it too- safe to say this was a common debate between the two. Debating was something that had not changed between them in the slightest. They still bickered, but it was lighthearted, more affectionate now. Their arguments, if they could even be called that, were filled with laughter that glittered like gold and grins that shimmered like bronze.

The defensive strategies that the new and improved House Blossom Alliance came up with helped a great deal- not that they really ended up needing it anyhow. Fwhip and Sausage kept to themselves most times these days. Both of them seemingly felt guilty about what had happened, even if they made no moves to try and repair the bond that had been broken. That stung more than some of the former Wither Rose Alliance members cared to admit. Pearl and Gem both wanted to see the best in Fwhip and Sausage, but even if either of them came crawling back for forgiveness, neither one was sure they would give it to them. And Scott wasn’t sure how he could handle even seeing one of them again.

Then there was the matter of the corruption. The containment box Gem had made seemed to be working enough, but every now and again one of them would spot a strange red plant growing from the ground, and would have to uproot it and add it to the box. Luckily nothing seemed to be spreading too far yet, and there was no sign of the “he” that the red Scott spoke of. Shelby seemed constantly on edge, and Jimmy caught Scott staring up at the statue of Aeor and asking for answers on more than one occasion. But Jimmy was confident that the containment would work, and since they beat it once, they could beat it again!

But it was silly to worry about those things, not on a momentous day like this. Jimmy adjusted the pale green bow-tie for about the millionth time, and fidgeted with the suit jacket, unused to the blinding white color of it. He wasn’t wearing his cod head- and he didn’t have a cod mask either- but the bronze scale-like pattern dotted here and there on the white suit was enough for Jimmy. Besides, for once, he wanted his head to be entirely visible today. However, upon Lizzie’s insistence, he did don a bronze-colored crown inlaid with emeralds.

“You ready?” Lizzie asked softly, holding out her arm to Jimmy. She had traded her dress with its blues of the Ocean Empire for one with the greens of the Cod Empire. Jimmy swallowed nervously and nodded with a smile, not trusting his voice to break. He took Lizzie’s arm, and the two of them walked out of the hallway and down the aisle of the new ceremony room of Katherine’s castle. Joel waited for them at the front, while all of Jimmy’s friends- Pixl, Katherine, Shelby, Pearl, and Gem- were sitting in the pews on either side of the aisle. Once they made it to the front of the ceremony room, Lizzie squeezed Jimmy’s arm encouragingly before taking her seat in the audience. Joel gave Jimmy a supportive smile, before the music began and both of them looked to the entrance of the ceremony room. Everyone rose from their seats- and in came Scott.

He was breathtaking. The dress he wore had white lace detailing, while the skirt itself was satin and had a layer of tulle over it, with more lace detailing at the hem. It was sleeveless, and must have been backless to make room for his wings. Gold jewelry adorned him, including the crown on his head, and in his hands he held a bouquet of blue orchids picked from Jimmy’s empire. Jimmy felt himself getting a bit misty-eyed, and couldn’t keep the adoring smile off of his face as Scott made his way down the aisle, finally coming to a stop to stand across from Jimmy. The bouquet was handed off to Joel, who set it down on the table behind him, but Jimmy was too busy gazing up at Scott, hardly able to believe that this day was happening.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Jimmy, the Codfather and ruler of the Cod Empire, and Scott, the winged elf ruler of Rivendell. Their love is one that was won through adversity, and may they always have each other through whatever trials they may have to face,” Joel said, then turned to retrieve the pillow that held the two rings on it from the table. Jimmy took one of the rings, the one that was gold with a sliver of bronze through it, and reached out for Scott’s hand.

“With this ring, I declare my love for you. No matter what you say I did to save you, I still believe that you are one of the strongest people I know. You are as imposing as the mountains you rule in, yet your smile is like morning sunlight and your laughter is glittering gold. My love for you is as steady and sure as the ground beneath me, and as strong as the ocean's currents. I could stumble, or get swept away- but I know you'll be there to save me, as you say I have saved you," Jimmy said, gazing at Scott as he slipped the ring onto his finger. Scott's eyes were glassy as he tried not to cry, smiling that sunshine smile that never failed to make Jimmy’s heart soar. Scott took a deep breath, then took the other ring- this one was bronze with a sliver of gold through it, the inverse of the one Scott now wore.

"In the red dreamscape you saved me from, the corruption made a comment about you and I. It said that you are an Icarus, and that I am your sun. But I think it's the other way around. Sure, you can certainly be an Icarus- ambitious and determined, but you are my sun, Jimmy- warm, radiant, and dazzling. If I am the mountains, then you are the sun that peeks over them. My heart soars for you like I do with my wings, I fly ever closer to catch the beams of light you give off- and I fell. I fell for you- sweet, brave, wonderful you- despite everything. So with this ring, I declare my love to you- my Icarus and my sun," Scott said, taking Jimmy’s hand and slipping the ring on his finger. Jimmy wiped at his eyes with his free hand before taking Scott’s other hand. He looked away from Scott for a brief moment to nod at Joel, before looking back to Scott. Joel turned again, setting down the pillow and trading it for two lengths of ribbon- one gold, and one bronze. An amused sparkle came to Scott’s eyes, and Jimmy gave him a look that said not-now-Scott-not-on-our-wedding-day when Joel began speaking as he looped the fabric around their wrists.

“May the threads of these ribbons never unravel, just as your love will not. May your bond stay strong and true, just as the ribbons that connect you now,” Joel said, removing his hands once he was done. The gold ribbon was looped around Scott’s right wrist, then under their clasped hands to wrap around Jimmy’s right wrist. The bronze ribbon was looped around Jimmy’s left wrist, then over their clasped hands to wrap around Scott’s left wrist.

“Guess you’re stuck with me now,” Scott murmured, voice low enough that only Jimmy and Joel could hear him. Jimmy let out a soft laugh, and Joel rolled his eyes fondly.

“Scott, do you take Jimmy to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?” Joel asked, looking to Scott.

“I do,” Scott said softly, all joking and teasing gone from his expression, leaving only unabashed adoration in its place.

“Jimmy, do you take Scott to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?” Joel asked, looking to Jimmy.

“I do,” Jimmy said, unable to keep himself from grinning widely, feeling like he would float to the ceiling if Scott wasn’t keeping him tethered.

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom,” Joel said, nodding to Scott. Jimmy barely got the chance to lean in before Scott tugged him closer by their clasped hands and kissed him softly. Jimmy couldn’t stop smiling into the kiss, and he let out a delighted laugh when they broke apart. Their friends were cheering and clapping, and Joel threw blue and green confetti over them, Jimmy giggling at the way it got caught in Scott’s hair. They slipped their hands out of the ribbons, carefully handing it over to Joel as he handed the blue orchid bouquet back to Scott. The two of them then walked arm-in-arm down the aisle, married.

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Jimmy didn’t think he had stopped smiling since the ceremony started. He even kept smiling all throughout Lizzie’s speech full of embarrassing stories about Jimmy at the reception. He definitely smiled when Scott threw the bouquet, and Shelby enthusiastically leapt up and caught it- only to stumble back into Katherine’s arms when she landed. The rest of the night, the two of them kept exchanging sheepish glances and Shelby held the bouquet close to her chest for most of the evening. Jimmy couldn’t even bring himself to be mad that someone else seemed to be finding love at their wedding.

Jimmy’s smile finally settled to something softer as he and Scott shared their first dance as a married couple. He could feel the other’s eyes on them, but that quickly faded to the background as the way Scott held him and gazed down at him captured all of his attention. Jimmy couldn’t stop stealing glances to their matching rings, heart fluttering at the reminder that they were husbands now. If you had told Jimmy at that first House Blossom Alliance meeting that he would end up married to the winged elf that badgered him into picking a fight, he would have never believed you. In fact, if you had told Jimmy anything about what was going to happen to him and Scott, he would have called you crazy. Yet here he was, dancing with someone he once swore he hated, with the man who he had been to hell and back with. And Jimmy wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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"#soulless!sam #it's really easy to imagine rape# but it's so much more fun and rewarding to imagine him *winning*" Hi, hello, how are you, please elaborate.

hi hi doing fine, bud, oh is it soulless!Sam time oh wait it's always his time.

I mean first of all I guess I can just rec my own fic that's sort of about this -- um, I forget what it's called, wrote it for kink bingo a few years back -- but the plot is that Dean's screwing up and hurting himself and s!Sam sees what's going on and watches coolly and then steps in when he feels it's necessary.

And I'm biased, obviously, but that feels so much more likely than the s!Sam who pops up who is legitimately violent or actually-cruel or downright evil. It's an understandable read but it's... disappointingly simple? In the way that casually calling a shark evil is simplistic, and a little boring, and lacking the fullness of understanding that makes a relationship with nature complex. A shark wants food and to make more sharks; its pursuit of those two avenues can't be evil becaues it's in the shark's nature to do what it needs to do.

But even that's too simplistic. Soulless!Sam is *Sam*, with Sam's impulses and iddy desires and ability to do complex higher thinking, but with none of his morality -- only a remembered echo of it. You can use that and your interpretations of Sam to build a complex picture, if you feel like it. Sure, there's an option where s!Sam would want sex, knock some chick over the head, and then have his way with her, but -- Sam doesn't want that. That's stupid and brutish, and Sam's not interested in that. Sam does like being smart, and he likes getting one over on people, and he likes manipulating people to get his way -- when he's got morality it's with good intentions in mind, but without morality -- what might he do? That's why it's fun and fascinating that s!Sam instantly notices how hot women think he is, and clearly decides to capitalize on it when he feels like getting off. Sam's been hotter and stronger than most everyone else in the room his whole adult life; s!Sam decides to use it. Sam might have thought a married chick was sexy and wanted to bang her; s!Sam knows that he can bang her and so sets out to accomplish that goal. The thing that makes it interesting to me is not just that s!Sam wants an orgasm and so gets one -- he could masturbate if it were just a physical thing, or regularly buy prostitutes if he decided that orgasms-with-others were better. He likes that people want him. He likes that wives cheat on their husbands for him. He likes that a callgirl is willing to fuck him for free, even if he forces her to take the money anyway. There's a whole mind-game going on that keeps him interested. It's fascinating -- because what does that tell us about whole!Sam, after all?

S!Sam could rape Dean. He could overpower him, he could drug him, he could do all kinds of shit. But he doesn't want to do that -- why the hell would he do that? Not only inconvenient but... dumb. How much more satisfying if he makes Dean want to fuck him despite all the tiny voices screaming at him not to? How much more satisfying to look at his stupid slack sleeping face and know that he won?

[godsofhumanity]

Do you have any headcanons/opinions on the Titans’ other siblings (elder cyclops, hecatoncheires, giants, etc.)

hellllllll yeahhhhhh ❤

THE CYCLOPES (Brontes, Steropes, Arges)

ok so in terms of the age order of Gaia's first few groups of children, i think that the Titans came first, then the Cyclopes, and then the Hecatoncheires.

i've already said this before, but i like the idea the Ouranos was the first being ever created by any primordial ever, and i think that Gaia also didn't know exactly how she did it (after all, there was no one to teach the primordials, right?)

and so, Ouranos comes out and he's completely super-powered and he's effectively on par with the other primordials.

but then Gaia and Ouranos create the Titans, and i think that when that happened, Gaia was creating them with the intention of creating helpers for herself- beings to take care of the Earth.. and this meant that the Titans didn't really need to be super-charged the way Ouranos was.

and we know that Ouranos named the Titans "titans" because they were "puny"- they were always trying to "over-reach" to Ouranos' level.

BUT! i think when Gaia creates the Cyclopes, she was doing it with the intention of creating bigger, stronger children. i mean, i think she definitely loved her Titan kids, but she wanted to create something even bigger than before.

i think Gaia was very proud of Ouranos as a creation, and she wanted to see if she could do it again- so i like the imagery of her moulding the Earth into these little clay figures, and then she breathes life into them and they grow rapidly in size.

and i think that when they were "born", the clouds gathered and rumbled, and there was lightning everywhere... and that's how the Cyclopes were named- Brontes ("thunder"), Steropes ("lightning") and Arges ("bright").

Hesiod describes the Cyclopes as having "violent hearts" and i like to interpret this as meaning that the Cyclopes have a lot of emotion. they feel a lot- just like their mother.

i think that when Ouranos became aware of the Cyclopes' presence, and he chucked them into Tartarus, that scarred them deeply. and when Cronus freed them, only to imprison them a short while later again, they were filled with an immense distrust of the gods (understandably!).

still, the fact that the Cyclopes were willing to forge the lightning bolt for Zeus during the Titanomachy indicates to me that they weren't cold-hearted, and that they could be reasoned with.

i also think that the Cyclopes are highly intelligent beings. they're very skilled with metal-work obviously,, and i like the idea that after all the shit they've been through, Zeus really does honour them and treat them well.

in the Asclepius myth, the Cyclopes are killed by Apollo in a rage, but i like the version where Zeus brings them back :D

also, i like the idea that the Cyclopes taught Hephaestus how to forge stuff and how to be a blacksmith. i think that they are really supportive of Hephaestus and the four of them have a really close relationship.

i think that Hephaestus addresses them sometimes as "Lord Brontes" etc. etc. just as a sign of respect. the Cyclopes are a proud race, and i think that they appreciate being addressed like that- after all, they are older, and wiser and just as worthy of such a title as any of the other gods are.

in terms of individual personalities, i think Brontes is the self-designated leader. he's the oldest, and he's the most sensible. i think he likes to sing/hum while he works :)))

Steropes is more serious than his brothers. he's the middle child and i think sometimes he can be really scary,, but he appreciates those with confidence (not to be confused with: arrogance), and i think he tells awesome jokes.

Arges is the youngest. i think he can be a little quiet, but he's very light-hearted and friendly ^-^

about Polyphemus- i think he and the other Cyclopes are kinda disregarded by Brontes, Steropes, and Arges. they are not brothers and don't really have any obligations to each other as far as they are concerned.

THE HECATONCHEIRES (Cottus, Briareus, Gyges)

after Gaia made the Cyclopes, she created the Hecatoncheires, also called the "Hundred-Handers".

when she made the Cyclopes, i think she made them just to have a little fun. but when Gaia made the Hecatoncheires, i think she made them with the intention of creating beings powerful enough to destroy Ouranos.

Ouranos pretty much got rid of the Cyclopes as soon as they were born- and i think this was a real wake-up call for Gaia concerning the true nature of her husband.

and Gaia is a super maternal being- there could be no greater pain for her than having her children separated from her like that. so she was super pissed at Ouranos when she created the Hecatoncheires.

and i think she channelled all that anger into them. where she had earlier taken time to create clay forms for the Cyclopes, i think Gaia just straight up placed her hands on the Earth and summoned all the rage within her- and that manifested into three great, strong, hulking creatures- the Hecatoncheires.

because Gaia made them with the intention of deposing Ouranos, i think that the Hecatoncheires are more violent and angry than their Cyclopean or Titan siblings.

i don't think that they're particularly intelligent- they're not dumb, but they're not geniuses- but they ARE extremely skilled fighters.

as with the Cyclopes, i think the Hecatoncheires matured to adulthood as soon as they were born. and like 5 minutes later, Ouranos came and they battled.

during his fight against the Cyclopes, i don't think Ouranos broke a sweat- but during the fight against the Hecatoncheires, i think they were the first creatures to ever make Ouranos bleed.

and that was pretty frightening for Ouranos. i think that the Hecatoncheires probably could have won, but since they were technically still just children, and lacked proper fighting experience, they were eventually defeated like the Cyclopes and sent to Tartarus, much to Gaia's despair.

also, i like the idea that the Titans witnessed the defeat of the Hecatoncheires- i think it helps us understand why the Titans were so reluctant to fight Ouranos.. i mean, if the Hecatoncheires barely scratched him, what hope did they have? at the same time though, i like the idea that Cronus saw Ouranos bleed- he knew that his father wasn't invincible and that's where he got the courage to fight him from.

compared to the other "giants", mythographers often say that the Titans were "large", but that idea just doesn't gel with me. i think that they were a normal size for regular gods, but significantly smaller than the Cyclopes and the Hecatoncheires.

anyways, similar to the way the Cyclopes had a lot of trust issues, i think the Hecatoncheires definitely were a little doubtful about Zeus.

there's later versions of the Titanomachy that suggest that the Hecatoncheires fought on the Titans' side, but i reject this version. if Cronus locked up the Cyclopes, then i definitely think he'd have locked up the Hecatoncheires also. it doesn't make sense why he'd imprison one and not the other.

there's another version as well that suggests that the Hecatoncheires were not monstrous at all- they appeared as regular men but were called "hundred-handers" because they lived in a city called Hecatoncheiria ("hundred-arm"), and they rescued the citizens of a city called Olympia. again, i reject this because what's not awesome about having 100 hands?????????

we don't really hear too much about them in later myths, but i think that they went into retirement and are living their best life :)

Briareus, in particular, is mentioned as being given a wife by Poseidon- Cymopolea (who was Poseidon's daughter). and i think that they are very happy together and are in love <3

i'm not sure about the rest of the Hecatoncheires. maybe they had wives as well ^-^

TYPHON

Typhon is best known for his rule as the final challenger for authority over the cosmos, and as such, i think he was born much much much after the rest of Gaia's children- during Zeus' rule in fact.

however, i think he was "created" by Gaia during the Castration of Ouranos.

what i mean by this is that Typhon was born from two eggs, and i think these eggs were created around the time that the Titans first began to fight against Ouranos. but he only hatched during Zeus' rule.

regarding his parentage- some say that he's Gaia's child, some say that he's Cronus', and some say that he was Hera's child alone. well,,, i like the idea that all three of them had some role in the birth of Typhon.

in the Homeric Hymn to Apollo, it's suggested that Hera was furious with Zeus for giving birth to Athena by herself, and so she prayed for a son stronger than Zeus and thus became pregnant with Typhon. in the Iliad, Gaia gets pissed at Zeus for destroying her Giant children, and decides to slander Zeus to Hera, who, in her anger, goes to Cronus for advice on destroying Zeus. in this myth, Cronus gives Hera two """""""""special"""""""" eggs and tells her to bury them so that Typhon can be born.

now,, i really like both of these versions so my hc is that Gaia is the primary progenitor- she created Typhon- but Cronus and Hera both gave Typhon part of their power in order to strengthen him and make him pretty undefeatable.

so what i'm saying is that all three of them had a role in Typhon's birth. i think Hera was angry at Zeus about Athena, so she goes to Cronus and he tells her about Typhon.

this version of events makes sense to me because i think it really emphasises just how angry and hurt Hera was by Zeus- i mean,, you know things are bad when you're resorting to conspiring with your estranged father who tried to murder you as a child.

also, this isn't "canon" i don't think, but my hc is that Typhon was created by Gaia as a back-up in case the Titans were really unable to defeat Ouranos. this would explain how Cronus knew about Typhon, and also why Typhon never ended up fighting Ouranos.

Typhon usually ends up being thrown into Tartarus or gets Mt Etna thrown on top of him by Zeus. tbh, i like the Mt Etna version.

in Greek mythology, gods never die. so i imagine that after a few hundred years of being crushed by Mt Etna, Typhon regathers his strength and that's when he meets Echidna,, and they fall in love, and i think Typhon still likes to make trouble for Zeus through his monster children, but i don't think that Typhon attempts to usurp Zeus again- he's lost interest.

in terms of personality, i think Typhon is pretty violent, but he also has a super short attention span. he has pride, but i don't think it's his weakness.

also, i like Apollodorus' description of Typhon as appearing humanoid from the waist-up, but like a serpent from the waist-down.

THE GIANTS

okay tbh i don't have really have any hc's for the giants. their myth is so vague and sparse and there really isn't anything solid about them T-T sorryyyyyy

[surveysonfleek]

1633.

What is your favorite genre of music? im an rnb gal. but i love everything else. 

Do you believe in ghosts? kinda. id shit myself if i ever saw one so i just choose not to think about it.

What colors are the walls in your room? one feature wall is turquoise and the rest of the walls are a light grey

What is your favorite kind of cookies? subway white choc macadamia cookies, yum

What are your thoughts on euthanasia? im assuming for humans? im all for it but only if the person has a terminal illness and decides to do it for themselves

Who did you last speak to on the phone? my colleague zeke

Do you scare easily? yep lol

What was your first car? mitsubishi magna. it was a trash car that ran well with a done up stereo system. my dad got it for me knowing that id probably bang it up a bit (false) but i didnt have it for too long 

What was the last book you read? i forgot haha. i always start books and forget about them

Do you like Gatorade? i do! i just dont drink it too often

What is your dream career? im too old to have career aspirations anymore. i was never really career focused anyway. im a manager for my work now but i sorta think thats it for me lol

Favorite time of day? any time on weekends except sunday night lol

Have you ever lived somewhere that has a fireplace? no. fireplaces arent really a thing here

Have you ever donated to charity? yes

What size mattress do you sleep on? queen

Do you exercise? hardly

Do you believe in any old wives tales? not at all lol

Have you ever lived in an apartment? yes, i lived in one for the first 2-3 years of my life

What color are your bed sheets? dark blue

Are you afraid of the dark? kinda. definitely in unfamiliar places

What is your favorite kind of juice? cloudy apple or pulpy oj

What is your favorite pair of shoes? my winter boots :)

Have you ever written daily in a journal? yes! i did in 2018 i think

Do you prefer jeans or sweatpants? sweatpants of course. comfort over style for me

Are you a night person or a day person? hmm... night person as long as im home by midnight haha

Have you ever had any surgeries? no

Would you rather write the story or read it? read

Do you currently owe anyone money? my bank for my mortgage

Do you like to give people jump scares? haha sometimes!

Do you believe horoscopes are real? no

How old were you when you got your license, if you do have it? 16. i dont think i have it anymore :( i still have my second drivers licence tho

Do you want to get married someday? yes

What is your favorite fruit? banana and rockmelon

Do you like romantic movies? If so, what is your favorite? i just finished watching the high note. so cute!

What are your favorite qualities in a S.O.? kindness and loyalty

What is your favorite meal to cook? hmm i dont have a specialty :( i guess my fancy ramen

What is your favorite fast food place? hungry jacks

Did you have a lot of friends in school? yes i did actually. i dont speak w anyone anymore tho

Are you good at wrapping gifts? im not great but im def not bad

Have you ever been in a toxic relationship? ive only ever been in one serious relationship and i dont think we’re toxic

What website could you not live without? google!

What would you do if you won 1 million dollars? pay off the house, pay off our wedding and buy myself a car and save the little amount left haha

Do you like to do crafts? not really

Are any of your grandparents still alive? no :(

How many windows are in your room? one long one

What is your favorite animal? pandas

What weather is your favorite? a sunny winter day where i can sit in the sun without feeling hot

Have you ever read a book of poetry? nope

Do you have any nicknames? plenty!

What is your natural hair color? dark brown

Did you ever get detention in school? i dont think so

Do you consider yourself a pessimist? not really. im more of a realist

Do people come to you often for advice? yes, all the time. its basically my job

Have you ever had a board game night? ive had many! im long overdue tho

Do you enjoy going grocery shopping? yeah i do haha. i need to make a list otherwise ill go overboard

What is your favorite kind of candy? im not a candy kind of person. if anything, i like liquid centre things like starburst

Have you ever been to the zoo? yes

What was the best vacation you’ve ever been on? two come to mind - going to disneyworld when i was 10 and traveling w my fiance for the first time when we were 21 to san fran, la and vegas.

Have you ever traveled out of the country? yes

What are your top three favorite holidays? christmas, valentines and new year

Do you have a difficult time falling asleep? nah, i fall asleep pretty easily these days

Who is the most attractive actor, in your opinion? every time i get asked this question i can never think of anyone until afterwards

Have you ever slept nude? i tried once but i just felt weird about it

What is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen? blair witch project scared me as a kid

When was the last time you went outside? earlier today

Did you have over-protective parents? i sorta did growing up. they were strict but i respected them so i didnt feel like i ever rebelled. they were pretty fair i guess

How many stories tall is your dream house? id rather a large single storey

What is your favorite thing about yourself physically? my skin atm

What does the last text you received say? 'ye’ thats it lol

Do you consider yourself to be promiscuous? not at all

Are you close to your family members? yes

Do you consider yourself a flirt? haha hell no

What emotion are you currently feeling? rundown

What was the last thing you ate? a blondie, apparently the white choc version of a brownie haha

Who do you have the most in common with? weirdly enough, my fiance

What is your favorite form of art? visual shit, mostly paintings

Have you ever had sex in a public place? yes

What is your biggest pet peeve? disrespectful people

Do you consider yourself a sarcastic person? not really. my workmates called me sarcastic once and i was appalled. maybe i do it without thinking

Do you have any obscure pets? nope

Do you think you’re an attractive person? with some makeup i sometimes clean up well

Have you ever had a blog? yes haha

Do you consider yourself politically correct? yes

What is your wifi password? its just numbers and i can never remember it even tho its been the same for years

Who was the last family member you spoke to? my sister

Have you ever won money on a scratch off ticket? yeah but small amounts only

Do you like Disney movies? of course!

Are there any candles burning in your home right now? no

Where is the person you love the most? out watching a spots game

Have you ever grown any plants or flowers? yup! i went thru a mad green thumb phase during lockdown and my plants are mostly pretty happy!

Do you consider yourself a smart person? yes

What is your favorite flavor of candy? red - strawberry, raspberry etc

Have you ever tried to follow a painting tutorial? kinda

Are you good at working on cars? im good at basic shit and thats where it ends

[procrastinationonvacation]

This scene will not leave my mind so I’m inflicting it upon you instead.

So picture it, the Dagorlad has been won and everyone’s been brought back to life. The Noldor make their first unanimous decision ever and decide that the least amount of people will die if Finwe becomes king again. Except, when I said that everyone is alive I do mean Everyone, including Miriel.

So now the king has two wives. Which.... is a bit of a problem in a previously completely monogamous species. So now the Ainur and the rest of the ruling elves are pressuring Finwe to choose a wife permanently (and if everyone also happens to have an Opinion on which wife he should choose then that’s neither here nor there). But aside from the sheer dickishness of publicly preferring one wife over the other, Finwe literally cannot choose, because either choice will start a goddamm civil war.

Naturally, he (with input from his wives) makes a decision. They make a big deal of it, and more then half of Aman turns up to the announcement. Finwe, dressed in the most elaborate robes you have ever seen, steps up to the dais...... and takes off his crown. He announces that he is officially stepping down, but that he passes the crown to both his wives. He then informs the completely silent crowd that his last act as king will be to act as officiant to the surprise wedding that they are having Right Now.

And that is the story of how Queen Miriel and Queen Indis got crowned, married and flipped of the Valar in less than two hours.

You are a god.

I really dont know what else the valar expected to happen. Anyways despite some initial objections, Feanor eventually gets behind the wedding. He was *gonna* make rings but apparently his house is banned from jewelry for forever so he ends up aggresively throwing flower petals at people he doesn't like as the flower girl.

I love this take on Indis though, honestly she's amazing and no one tells the Valar, with all due respect, to suck it like she does. The new regime will have a long and successful rule, long live the Queens!!

also someone with art talent please get on this.

Thanks HC!! Have an awesome day <3

[heliosthegriffin]

Infernis Dominus

An aged Cardin Winchester walks down the halls into a well decorated throne room.

The years had been good to him, the graying in his hair natural and he supported a mighty mustache and mutton chops, and even in his more advanced years he still looked as formidable as he did in his prime.

Whether it was due to his aura control, a healthy life style, or duty he was driven by, was impossible to be told and did not matter as he was as well mentally as he was physically. He would continue to serve.

He took to one knee in a bow before a marble and golden throne that was draped in blue tapestry with a pair of golden arcs in the center.

At the center of the throne was a enigma of a man, one who was both boyish, but clearly a man, young but showed age with the strands silver hairs in his golden hair and the laugh lines on his face, blues eyes that carried playful energy and harsh weight, a body that was built to destroy that was covered by heavy armor and held a dreadful sword at his side, but he carried himself with an aura of peace and warmth. Divine, but clearly a Man.

This is Jaune Arc, Lord of the Arc Covenant, Paragon of War, and Master of Conquest.

“My friend, why do you bow? It is only the two of us here.”

Cardin rose up on his feet, and waved off his comrade. “Paah, even if it is only us two I pay my respects to my superiors, circumstance must not be forgotten, otherwise discipline dies and chaos reigns.” Jaune raised a brow. “Hmm, I suppose, but I think its the stick up your ass.”

“If it’d keep you from slouching so much, I’d shove a log up yours.”

Jaune feigned pain. “Oh, such immodesty, is that anyway to speak to your king!”

“If I didn’t know you spent you’re free time in your harem chamber, or playing with those miscreants street rats you’ve taken in, I’d almost pretend to believe you.”

Jaune smirked at him. “To be fair, my wives have taken a quite the likening to them, and my brood has practically adopted them.”

Cardin shook his head in good-nature. “Oh, how are we suppose to remove you from your chambers now.”

“I suppose I shall have to move my throne in there.”

Both men then shared a laugh.

Jaune wiped a tear from his eyes. “How goes Carmine?”

“Oh, you know we’re in a stable, happy, monogamous marriage. No drama, no sleeping order, and no random bastards either.”

“Pfff, I bet you two have great sex too.”

A doopey smile ran across Cardin’s face. “Very.” 

Jaune barked out a laugh.

“Anyway, she’s happy, we’ve got a grandchild on the way soon, so she’s practically move into our’s son’s house, and using her semblance to knit everything, and has more or less got our daughter in law on house arrest.”

Jaune rolled his eyes. “That sounds like Carmine.”

“So how goes you harem, every man’s dream or so they say.”

Jaune sunk into his throne. “Exhausting, I should have never gone above six, but like an idiot I married twelve!” A wide smile broke across his face, and he opened his hand revealing a white orb of aura, where a dozen faces could be spied within. “Its damn tiring keeping up with them, trying to keep track of the hierarchy, and if it’s not a damn orgy to keep them all satisfied, it’s who gets to sleep with who. Sometimes though I have to man up and lay down the law, because at the end of the day I run this show, whether I like it or not.”

He forms another orb of aura, and another till he had twelve floating orbs, each showing a face of one of his wives as he watched them through his aura.

“I soul-bounded each one to each other and myself, I wanted them to know how honest I was about how they had a place in my heart.” With a wave of his hands the orbs shaped together to form a heart with each woman forming a piece of it. He rested a hand under his chin as he look at them. “I have to stop myself from having doubts sometimes, as they can feel it and I don’t want to worry them.”

He pulled the heart towards himself and held it between his hands. He looked at the many loves of his life. “I wouldn’t trade anyone of them,” He crushed the heart between his hands, the last look Cardin got his friends wives was a look of contentment and peace as a wave of aura washed over them.

Jaune then look at Cardin.

“So what do you have for me today? Any news about the battle front?”

Cardin then sighed. “About that, we won.”

Jaune raise a brow. “Excuse me?”

“We have done it, all land on Remnant, all known land in system as been taken by you, Sir. That was actually the reason I come to visit you today.”

“I thought you wished to converse with a long-time friend.”

“That too, anyway we’ve repelled the Grimm, and surrounded the Pools of Darkness with kill nests, any Primordial Grimm have either gone into hiding and we can kill at our leisure, or have been exterminated, the last of the planets in our system have sworn under your leadership, and finally we repelled any attempts by the Brothers and they’re minions to renter the system, not that they’ve tried very hard since you chased them off.”

Jaune smirked and thumbed his sword. “Shame, I was hoping to kill a god.”

“So, I’ve come to ask what next?”

Jaune put his hands on his sword and thought for a moment, looking out at his stain glass windows.

Cardin watch his friend with slight worry.

Ever since they met at the academy over fifty years ago, Jaune’s desire to make the world a better place and to be a hero had guided him. It’s what won Cardin and so many others over, what made him put together a militia when they found evidence of the councils corruption, what put him as the King of Vale, what made him go to war with Atlas and Mistral over the treatment of Faunus, why he put the world under his banner, why he absorbed the relics and dominated their spirits, why he killed the undying witch and put to rest the old wizard, and why he took over the solar system and cast out the gods in a duel.

What would they do with all the power in not only the world, but the solar system.

“Well, I suppose we need to make sure we can hold our territory, make sure we keep the world healthy, make sure that the other planets get along properly, and keep our strength up. Never know when the brothers or some-other gods out there will want some new ‘Congregation’. But, otherwise? I cannot say yet, for I have a pestering idea that I have yet to outline.”

“As you will it then, I shall have it done.”

“As you will then. By the way, come by again soon.”

Cardin nodded. “With Pleasure.”

“No, no, no, I’m going with pleasure!” Then Jaune walked off his throne and into his chambers. “It helps clear my mind.”

Cardin rolled his eyes. “Sure it does.”

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Fifteen Years later---

------

Cardin had grown slightly older, but other wise looked the same.

He was looking over piles of documents with his friends and colleagues, Lie Ren and Sun Wukong. Both of them having aged quite well, with Sun looking in his mid forties and Ren hardly touching thirty.

The doors were flung open, a wind knocking all their papers over, as Jaune strode in a broad smile on his face, still hardly having aged at all.

“Friends and Allies, I have decied our next step!”

Ren carefully rose from his seat. “What might that be?”

Jaune ripped Crocea Rexus from his sheath. “I’m glad you asked, we’re conquering hell! For too long have gods unworthy of our faith had control of our souls, no longer! We will liberate them and allow them salvation!”

Sun started clapping. “Yeah lets do this!”

Cardin raised a greying eye brow. “How might we do this though?”

“Oh ho hoh! I’ve been practicing for this question, for the last decade I have been experimenting with dimensional and spiritual barriers, and I have found I can cut them, like this!”

Jaune then took a slash at empty air causing it to twist and contort as space itself was destroyed leaving a hellish red light to fill the room, a large red hand then reach through and pulled itself out.

A gigantic demon emerged.

It then fell in half as Jaune resheathed his sword.

“Pesky creatures they are, so you boys in? I already got my militia going with me.”

Ren shook his head. “Jaune you don’t have to form a militia every time you want to overthrow something. You’re literally the king of the solar system, you have an army at your beck and call.”

“I do If I want to keep favor with the people, and honestly it’s more fun that way.”

Ren sighed in annoyance.

Cardin then got up and called his wife. “Yeah, It’s Jaune. Yep it’s a crusade, Hell, this time. I’ll be back alive or you’ll kick my ass, love you too.��

“I take you’re all accepting?”

“You know it!”

“Someone has to keep you in line.”

“What he said.”

Jaune then raise his sword and rushed into Hell, his Militia outside following as he screamed. “Glorious!”

AN: I am so annoyed, this is second time I had to write this because the first time I wrote it, It got deleted because I had accidentally hit the inspect button and it all went down the pipe.

[izupie]

I’ve been writing a Reddie fantasy creature /  AU but I’ve got so far with it and I’m running out of steam, so instead of forcing it and not enjoying it, I’m just going to post what I’ve got so far ! I really enjoyed writing what I did though. One day I hope I’ll finish it and post it on AO3, but I might just stick it in a collection of unfinished stories at some point~

The idea was inspired by a prompt on Instagram and the old wives tale that cats can see ghosts - they say that when cats are looking really intensely at seemingly nothing, they’re really seeing a ghost. So each of the Losers would be a different fantasy creature, with Eddie being a cat that was a witch’s familiar, (but when they leave their witch they’re cursed with a human form to show that they’ve broken their commitment) and Richie’s a ghost that only he can see and touch. (He’s really just Actual Richie caught in the Deadlights, crossing partially over into another universe for a little while, which is why he’s all ghostly, but he has no memory of the world he’s come from, feels like the others are strangely familiar, and he can’t leave Mike’s bar.)

It was really self-indulgent (as all my AUs are) ahaha

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Eddie heaved a sigh as he all but fell onto the bar stool. It was a testament to how far he’d walked in the last few days, and how sick he was of camping, that he didn’t even care that the stool creaked noisily at his weight, and that his travelling cloak seemed to stick to the wood as he shuffled to try and make himself more comfortable. (To no success.) (No, his ass wasn’t bony, he was just going to blame it all on the terrible design of flat, hard seats that do nothing for either comfort or alignment of the spine.)

There was a man behind the bar, wiping a metal flagon with a rag, and Eddie desperately tried to not think of the rapid multiplication of bacteria within damp cloth. The bartender had long elven ears, dark skin, and an easy smile that he flashed at Eddie as he made his way over. His expression was open and friendly, and he said, “What can I get for you, traveller?”, in a deep, melodic tone of voice that made Eddie immediately want to offload his whole life story instead of what he wanted to drink. He thankfully managed to keep a lid on his lifetime of trauma and mistreatment and instead replied, “Glass of milk, thanks,” in what he hoped was the confidence of someone used to sitting in bars and ordering drinks and definitely wasn’t travelling alone for the first time in their life.

If he expected a reaction to ordering a glass of milk from a bar, he didn’t receive any, and the bartender just smiled and nodded. “Coming right up,” he said in his honey-smooth voice as he turned away.

Eddie pulled down the hood of his travelling cloak and sighed in relief as his pointed cat ears sprang free from beneath the material. He rummaged within the leather bag around his hip for a small bottle and pulled out the tiny cork with a satisfying pop. There wasn’t much of the potion left, he thought reticently, and the only witch he knew he’d left a long way back from here... But he had to keep his hands clean. Eddie frowned and his tail swished as he poured a few drops of the bright blue liquid onto his hands, then rubbed them vigorously before he stoppered the bottle once more and stowed it away again. The bartender still hadn’t returned yet, and nobody else seemed to be paying him any attention, so he licked his palms and drew them down the velvety soft fur on both of his ears. That felt better.

There were only five other customers that Eddie could see – all playing a game of cards around a large table in the corner of the room. The building wasn’t especially big, so he could hear snippets of their good-natured heckling to each other from his seat, with one voice significantly louder than the others. Eddie placed his elbows on the counter as he tried to get a better look at them – but he felt something wet and cold seep through the thin fabric of his cloak as soon as his elbow touched the surface, and he snatched his arm back with a soft hiss, flattening his ears and nearly losing his balance on the stool. He glared down at the wood, as if it had personally offended him, and then returned his attention to the others.

Only four of the five were sitting at the table with a hand of cards. Nearest to Eddie was a Satyr, judging by the dark brown furred goat legs and the two shining, curved horns on his head. He had neatly trimmed facial hair and wore an openly worried expression (he didn’t seem particularly good at bluffing). Next to him was a man sitting ramrod straight in his chair (good posture, Eddie noted) with sandy brown curly hair, looking shrewdly over his glasses at the rest of the group. Every so often two huge tawny coloured feathery wings would twitch behind him where they were folded in against his back. A woman next to him winked at the Satyr as she said something that Eddie didn’t catch, while her bright red hair flashed like a flame as she tilted her head back and laughed, revealing two long fangs. The only other male at the table gestured for quiet and examined his cards more carefully. He also had two horns on his head, protruding just under his greying hairline, but they were obsidian black, long and thin, and matched the thick scaly tail swishing back and forth across the floorboards while he thought. Eddie blinked in surprise. It was the strangest group he’d ever seen.

The only other person there chattered excitedly behind the Dragon and interrupted Eddie’s observations. He whistled loudly.

“Oh, Big Bill’s got an amazing hand. Nobody fall for his bluffs, he’s lying through his teeth. Guys, c’mon!” The guy gestured violently toward ‘Big Bill’s’ cards and moved around the table, peering closely at the others’ hands. “Stanley. Stanley. Do not let Bill walk out of this place with all this money again. For me.”

Eddie couldn’t believe that this guy was providing such an obnoxiously loud running commentary on the game, and yet nobody was reacting. He moved around the table and practically leant his chin on the Vampire’s shoulder as he loudly read out her hand, but she didn’t even blink. He stood back to his full height (Eddie realised that he was tall) and folded his arms across his chest (tall and broad) and he heaved a huge sigh as he watched the others. (Tall and broad and sad.) Only then did Eddie notice how strange his clothing was – he’d never seen a shirt that shade of bright blue before. And there were small pink birds patterned all over it too. His black hair was messy and unkempt, and he had such strange looking glasses on. Maybe he was from a different Kingdom?

The dragon slammed his hand down with a raucous cheer and Eddie’s attention returned to the game. The others threw their cards onto the table with groans of disappointment.

“I fucking told you all! Jesus. I can’t believe you fell for Bill’s bluffing again. Or maybe you’re all just bad at cards,” the strange man mused, “we all know Benny Boy can’t keep a straight face to save his life…” He continued ranting whilst the others chatted amongst themselves and threw down bags of coins that the dragon scooped towards himself.

“Sorry to keep you.” The bartender’s sudden return shocked Eddie enough to make him jump. His ears flattened against his skull and he willed the fur on his tail to lie flat again before anyone in the room noticed it bushed up. Eddie knew he was scowling, but the bartender just smiled pleasantly and placed a glass of white liquid in front of him. “Fresh milk,” he announced.

Eddie looked down at the milk, back up at the bartender’s smile, and considered the amount of time he’d been gone for. “Fresh… as in… fresh milk?”

“Can’t get any fresher.”

Eddie gagged and pushed the glass away. “Pass.”

The bartender laughed heartily. “I’m kidding. I don’t keep milk in the bar, but my cabin’s not far from here and I grabbed some out of the larder. It’s fresh, but it’s been sterilized, don’t worry.” There was a bright gleam to his eyes that melted away most of Eddie’s irritation, but his tail (no longer looking like he got struck by lightning) still swished a little angrily behind him.

He took a tentative sip, spurred on by thirst and an innate feeling that this elf was trustworthy, and sighed with relief at the cold creamy taste that slid deliciously down his throat. He grabbed a few coins out of his leather bag and placed them on the bar, making sure his fingers didn’t touch any of the mystery liquid that he’d accidentally dipped his elbow in before.

“Thanks,” he said.

“You’re welcome, traveller. Hey, what’s your name anyway? Mine’s Mike.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, took another sip of milk, and finally replied, “Eddie.”

“Well met, Eddie. Feel free to stay as long as you want, Maturin only knows I don’t get many visitors.” Mike went to move away but Eddie stopped him with a jerk of his head in the direction of the group in the corner.

“Hey, uh- interesting group over there.”

Mike smiled again, but this time it really tugged at the corners of his eyes. “They’re my favourite group of people in the whole of The Eight Kingdoms,” was all he said, as they rose from the table and made their way over. Which left Eddie just as clueless as before since his poor attempt at prompting hadn’t worked.

Mike laughed as they all took seats at the bar. “Don’t tell me, Bill won again.”

“Of course!” Bill crowed, his scaly black tail lifting into the air behind him. “If anyone can b-bl-bluff their way out of anything, it’s a writer. There was that whole m-m-murder mystery I wrote last year, set around a card game. I’ve been on a winning streak since th-then.”

“Ever humble, Big Bill!” The strangely dressed guy in the glasses laughed. “Yikes, man.”

“That means drinks are on Bill today,” the Vampire said, seemingly ignoring that comment, as she tapped the bar beside Eddie excitedly. “You want another, stranger? Bill’s paying with our hard-earned coin that he swindled from us.” She grinned and her fangs glinted in the candlelight.

“Uh…” Eddie started, unsure about the sudden acknowledgement of his presence.

“Sorry,” the Satyr said gently, in a pleasantly raspy kind of voice, “we get like this when we’re together.”

“Or some of us do anyway,” the man with the feathery wings added. The soft sound of rustling feathers followed his every movement as he took off his gold framed glasses. With his glasses off it made him look younger somehow, though his bird-like eyes were still piercing as he regarded Eddie with a slightly tilted head like a bird.

“I’m Ben,” the Satyr went on.

“-Sweet, sensitive Benny-Boy,” the glasses guy sighed.

“That’s Stan…”

“-My man, Stan the Man. Even if he could hear my jokes, he still wouldn’t laugh at them-”

“This is Bev…”

“-Nobody has the right to be this hot and not have a pulse-”

“And Bill.”

“-Good at everything in that kinda way that makes everyone want to follow everything he says, but also in the kinda way that makes me want to punch him in the face just a little bit.”

Eddie snorted an unexpected laugh and quickly tried to pass it off as a cough.

“Sorry- my name’s Eddie.”

At the chorus of ‘nice to meet you’s and ‘well met’s from the group Eddie was vaguely aware that the other man hadn’t been introduced at all, and that still nobody had reacted to any of his comments. Eddie couldn’t stop his eyes from glancing over, but he was already looking back, so their gazes locked for a second. Warmth sprang to his cheeks at the realisation he’d been caught. He pretended to cough again as he pointedly kept his eyes away, squirming in his seat with his embarrassment, and tried not to think about the confused expression he’d seen on the other man’s face as their eyes had met.

He focused on the realisation that none of them had drawn any attention to his cat ears. Although he’d already started figuring out that most of what Myra told him had been lies, it still stung to have it confirmed almost daily by every new experience. It was a sad, twisted truth that his own witch had been deliberately lying to him his whole life about everything.

He took another sip of milk and placed the glass back on the bar as he couldn’t help but let his attention wander back to the man from before, while the others all chattered and ordered drinks off Mike. His magnified dark eyes were opened wide behind his glasses as their gazes met again. Hadn’t he looked away at all? What was he staring at? His ears? Eddie’s tail twitched in a show of his irritation, wondering if he should take back everything he’d just been thinking. What was this guy’s deal? Well, if he was going to stare, so was he. Eddie defiantly lifted his chin and looked straight at him, willing him to make a comment. But the guy glanced around, as if checking there was nobody else around him that Eddie could be looking at. His eyes were still opened wide and his breathing sped up as he raised a slow and shaky hand to point to himself, raising his eyebrows as if to say, ‘…me?’. Eddie’s ears twitched and his own eyebrows pulled together sharply, as if to reply, ‘uh, yeah, who else?’.

“You can…” the guy started, then swallowed loudly and took a deep breath. “You can see me?”

Eddie felt something cold settle low in his gut, understanding beginning to finally dawn on him. “No,” he snapped.

“Holy fuck! You can see me!”

“No!” Eddie yelled loudly, jumping off the stool and hissing. “No, I can’t!”

“Yes you can! Yes you can! Holy shit! Fuck!”

“Eddie?” Mike asked gently. “Are you okay?”

The others looked at him warily, while Richie moved closer – seemingly caught somewhere between awe and relief.

“No- Yes! - I mean…”

Bill held his palms up as if calming a wild animal. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Eddie sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ve gotta be kidding me that this is the one thing she didn’t lie about… how was I supposed to know… never thought I’d meet…”

“My name’s Richie!” the guy nearly yelled, excitement bursting out of his voice. “Richie Tozier. Hey look, you’ve gotta help me. This is insane,” he laughed wetly, and Eddie realised he was crying. “I can’t believe you can see me. I’ve waited so long to have somebody fucking, just, reply to me, man.”

(Can ghosts cry? Apparently so.)

“Eddie?” Mike repeated, as unaware as the others at the second half of the conversation that was going on.

The mood of the room had completely changed; the others were looking at him like Myra had always told him they would. A hot spike of shame ran through him and Eddie hissed softly at them, his ears lying flat. “I’m not bad luck.”

Bev shook her head, her expression sad. “Nobody said you are, honey, just calm down and tell us what’s going on.”

“You can see him, can’t you?” Stan spoke softly, but it cut through the chaos.

“Stan?! What the fuck, you can see me too?” Richie whirled on him and pointed an accusatory finger.

“You can see him too?” Eddie echoed.

“No. But I had my suspicions. Just, a voice I could hear sometimes. A glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eyes.” Stan ruffled his wings and folded his arms. “I figured this bar was haunted.”

“And you never said anything?” Richie wiped at his face. “I’ve been going crazy talking to everyone with absolutely nothing back this whole time and you knew I was here?”

“Wait, haunted? There’s someone else in the room?” Ben looked alarmed.

“Can someone explain what’s going on?” Mike looked between Eddie and Stan.

Eddie sighed and resisted the urge to massage his temples. “Cats can see ghosts,” he explained in a strained voice.

“Eddie here just became my new best friend, that’s what’s going on.” Richie sidled up to Eddie’s side so swiftly he didn’t have time to react before he had slung an arm over his shoulder.

Eddie hissed and ducked away but Richie was beaming. “You can feel me too?! Get back here! Hug me!”

“Not if you were the only ghost in the whole of the Eight Kingdoms!”

“So, there is a ghost?” Bill prompted.

“Can’t believe my bar’s haunted,” Mike mumbled.

[shinymooncolor]

Hi!

Hope you’re all doing well this fine Friday. Here’s part 2 of the sweater weather chat #13!

As usual, we owe this entire fandom and world to the amazing @lumosinlove 💓

Thank you to @frombeauxbatons and @siriuslyqueer for being so cool!

Also - to avoid confusion. A Finn is a Finnish person and Finn is our love Finn o’hara 😜

Link to part one 💖

Sergei is still mad about his hair. He’s also got sweaty glitter in his eye. Ava is adorable. Nado and Kuny hosts an after party. Their cat is adorable and spoiled. Nado is being stalked by a drone. Blizzard is a lucky man. We discuss dick pics. Logan wants to be supportive. O’Knutzy jerseys!!!!! Olli has a team of protectors cause he’s a precious moomin.

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“JACKIIEEEEEE”

“Oh, looks like we have a young lions prospect joining us as well. Nice to meet you, young lady, what’s your name? And here we have Kris LaVolie, Pascal Dumais and Henrik Sunnquist as well”

“Jackieeee wanna pwayyyyy”

“Sure kiddo - bye”

“Seems like LaVolie junior has more important things than press. Gentlemen, hi! How’re you enjoying this event today?”

“I think it’s great! Great to be able to support charities and show some support in general and it’s always fun to be able to bring my little girl to skate”

“She looks like a natural! And you two vets - what’s it like seeing this in the nhl?”

“It’s great! We’ve, or well me and sunny, have been in the game for a long time and it seems like the league is ready to move into the 21st century with the rest of us”

“I’ve been trying to figure out what happened to Ivanov’s hair. Do you know?”

“Well I don’t personally. I do like the color - mixed with his blonde it’s nearly the color of my home. Yellow and blue”

“Did you dye his hair then?”

“I would never! You’d have to ask him yourself. Hah”

“Well he’s been avoiding me so far”

“Oi Sergei!!”

“Well with that bellow it seems we’re finally joined by the final third in the trio of lions veterans today - sergei - we’ve had a lot of viewers ask us about your choice of hair color today? Is it a statement or?”

“Is stupid prank. I’m find out and make regret. Also I’m full with glitter and it sweats into my eye”

“That sounds uncomfortable but you all four look good - are your families here as well?”

“Yes, most kitted out as well. We had some trouble with my youngest who refused to wear anything but a paw patrol onesie but other than that Celeste managed to wrangle the other three into their jerseys”

“They think it’s fun and the glitter was a hit. Sergei’s daughter dumped an entire box of glitter on Logan and kuny. It was funny”

“Thanks guys, you look like you’re ready to get back out there”

“See ya”

“Wait, Logan, interview?���

“Hey”

“Logan! We’ve had multiple asks about your jersey and the name which seems to be on the back off Leo Newt and Finn O’Hara too?”

“Uhm, yeah, it’s an inside thing”

“Ohh okay, our viewers were wondering. Are you enjoying today’s event?”

“Yeah. Feels good to be out and supporting you know? Like there’s a lot of kids out there who’s scared and if I can help one I want to”

“Yes definitely. We’ve had so many positive comments come in. And here we have Olli Halla joining. Or... heh well. He’s got Logan in a headlock now”

“Olli! How’re you today?”

“I’m good thank you, how’re you?”

“Very well, just been asking some questions from viewers. Are you enjoying wearing the rainbow colors? We’ve had a lot of question regarding your relationship status?”

“Ohh Ollibear is a precious, single moomin and he’s got a team of protectors. Whoever wants to woo our precious baby Finn has to go through a series of tests to even be considered”

“Shut up timmy”

“Well here we have Timmy Jones as well, joining Logan Tremblay and Olli Halla”

“I think we all look good in rainbows and I’m happy to support this cause. Mental health is important and we have to use our platforms to make sure everyone is seen and heard and validated”

“Aww Olli you’re making me cry”

“Shut up lo, go play with Finn”

“Haha you’re all just jealous cause I look best in rainbows”

“That was Logan Tremblay. Now, timmy, how’re you feeling about today?”

“Get to wear awesome colors, get to skate for fun and it was fun to do glitter wars in the locker room”

“Well with that I’m gonna end the transmission for now. Do send in more questions. We’re back after a short break”

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Nadotheman: oiii glitter after party at our house!!! Bring your families and babies. Pets welcome too!!!

Blizzard: this is not another surprise party for your cat right?

RussianGod: it was anniversary for first month very important say so in lily baby book.

Prongstar: are you using our baby books to raise a cat?

KrisVolley: that explains a lot. They send me weekly updates. Do you have a baby book for her too?

Timmyforrealz: of course, I’ve seen it. You know they have a photographer every month. They do parties for her every anniversary and they went through an agency to get a cat sitter

Ollibear: it’s cute. Though I don’t need the daily updates on her mice eating skills

Nadotheman: she’s so talented! How’re you not impressed? She hunted and killed it herself... you don’t complain when we have some stupid kid party. You all breed like fucking rabbits... baby showers, christenings, birthdays ahhhh... so many babies... we get to celebrate our cat too...

Prongstar: did you steal my baby book? To raise a cat. That’s weird

Nadotheman: calm down she’s a kitty and we didn’t know how to raise her. At least my baby sleeps through the night.

Prongstar: don’t compare a kitten to my baby.

CarbO’Hara: hahahahaha poor James. His kid being upstaged by a spoilt kitten.

RussianGod: she’s not spoilt. She got good parents

Sergei_81: you are weird. Baby cat is not baby human.

Talkiewalkie: I did enjoy the circle of life themed cat name giving party. The snacks were really good!

DumoDad: celeste, Anya and linnea want to know if there’s going to be anything x-rated? Otherwise we’re all not going.

Nadotheman: that was one time and I had no idea she was a stripper

LeWilliam: how do you accidentally order a stripper?

Prongstar: it’s Nado. I wouldn’t put it past him. He did accidentally adopt a penguin in Pittsburgh and he’s joined like three pyramid schemes?

Ollibear: that’s why he’s got an accountant now 😂 that is one of the best memories of my life, when Nado’s mom came and yelled 😂😂😂

Siriusly: I spent $150 on a stupid cat present and she spent the rest of the evening playing with the box it came in... she’s definitely your cat...

RussianGod: best cat best cat parents best after party stop whiny

Logantremblayzzz: we’re in!!! Is the jacuzzi on?

Nadotheman: you’re not doing sex stuff in our jacuzzi

Newt-leo: we’ve all seen the photos of you doing it though. Little hypocritical

Nadotheman: well stupid drone stalking me.

Sergei_81: we bring vodka. And babies. They want play street hockey? Is March. They crazy

Talkiewalkie: oh I’m in for street hockey!! Also does that explain the amount of dick pics we’ve received?

Nadotheman: what happens on Snapchat stays on Snapchat... you’re all dirty voyeurs...

Ollibear: thought you promised to keep this pg-13?

DumoDad: that’s the pArty not the chat. I don’t think we’ve exhausted the topic of nado’s general sluttiness

Nadotheman: oi. I’m not a slut I’m sexually expressive and ya lot is all just jealous.

Nadotheman: also no one is chasing kuny? He’s dating around as much as me and he’s also sent dick pics

Blizzard: the difference is that Kuny is always naked or semi naked and well we’ve all seen his. And most of his bragging is in Russian anyways

Sunnysideup: hah if you understood you’d be ashamed. And also want to lock up your daughters.😂😂😂

RussianGod: is the accent. They all think they fix me hehe

Prongstar: I’m not even missing being single at all 😳

Blizzard: me neither 😜

Nadotheman: you’ve got Nat. I think you’ve won. Hands down. Your wives are all cool but Nat.... damnnnn 🙏🏻

Blizzard: id say back off but. What can I do 😜💖💖

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[365days365movies]

February 1, 2021: Dirty Dancing (1987)

There are two people to credit for the beginning of this month. The first is my girlfriend, who asked that I represent her with this GIF.

Thank you, dear. Anyway, this is one of her favorite romance films, and she’s also not a big romance movie person. She was shocked that I hadn’t seen it, and that’s because of the second person to credit here: my Mom.

That is my Mom in the late ‘80s with her Pomeranian, Pugsley. Yup. This is just the GODDAMN SURFACE of my Mom, who’s quirky as shit. Love her for it, though. But, OK, why is my Mom involved here? Because this is also one of her favorite films. My Dad’s, too, but I’ll talk more about him in April.

However, if you read the Romance February introduction from yesterday, you might be wondering something. If my Mom’s taste in romance movies was so prevalent in my early life, how in the hell have I never seen this movie, one of her favorites? Especially considering the fact that, TMI here, but I WAS BORN TO THE FILM’S SOUNDTRACK. YES. REALLY. HOW HAVE I ESCAPED THIS MOVIE?

Yup. No clue. Shall we remedy that? SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

It’s 1963 in the Catskills, where Frances “Baby” Houseman (Jennifer Grey), a politically conscious young woman on her way into the Peace Corps, is going on vacation with her parents, Jake and Majorie Houseman (Jerry Orbach and Kelly Bishop), and her sister, Lisa (Jane Brucker). The owner, Max Kellerman (Jack Weston), who’s a friend of the Housemans, welcomes them to the resort.

Later that night, Max is briefing the young male waiters and entertainment, all of whom are hired from Ivy League universities. Well...except for the intriguing young dance instructor in the sunglasses. THAT...would be Johnny Castle (Patrick Swayze).

I wanna just say before I forget, I miss Patrick Swayze. He’s awesome, and he left far too soon.

The next night, during dinner, Max introduces Baby to his grandson, Neil (Lonny Price), who’s just graduated from Cornell’s Hotel Management school. A school which, for the record, is the best hotel school in the USA, and second or third in the world. Also, hotelies (that’s what we called them) are CRAZY. They’re an interesting...bunch...

I, uh... I went to CornellMOVING ON

As Neil awkwardly hits on Baby, everybody encourages them having a relationship, despite her CLEARLY not wanting any of this. She instead watches Johnny skillfully mambo with another girl on center floor. After being roped into a magic act by Neil, and given a chicken by Stan (Wayne Knight, which I’m a fan of), she leaves, annoyed and irritated.

On her way back, she sees Johnny’s cousin, Billy (Neal Jones) struggling with a few GIGANTIC watermelons. She offers to help him, and he brings her to a secret house party, where some dancing’s happening. Some...dirty dancing.

Interesting side note here: racial integration! In 1963, remember, so that’s interesting. I mean, if anybody’s a fan of that, it’s gonna be me. At the party, Johnny arrives with Penny Johnson (Cynthia Rhodes), his dance partner from the mambo floor. Johnny sees her there, and questions her presence, to which she makes an adorably awkward comment. And then...they do a dance of their own.

The next day, Lisa makes a love connection with one of the waiters, and asks Baby to cover for her. Baby also speaks to Penny, who doesn’t come from the best background. That night, Penny’s missing, and Neil gives Cornell students just the WORST goddamn name as he very awkwardly hits on Baby. He takes her to the kitchen, and that’s where Baby sees Penny.

Yeah, Penny’s not OK. Baby goes to Billy and Johnny, who go to get her. Turns out Penny’s pregnant, but Johnny’s not the father. They’re obviously quite close, although they aren’t romantically tangled. Baby, coming from a place of much higher privilege, doesn’t quite understand how difficult this is. Penny berates her for this, and it’s revealed that the father is Robbie Gould (Max Cantor), one of the waiters, who’s also the guy that’s been hanging around Lisa.

Baby confronts him the following day, where he states that “Some people count, some people don’t.” He also offers her a copy of The Fountainhead, a well-known book for complete and utter douchenozzles. She warns him to stay away from her sister, then goes to ask her father for money for the abortion. Which, by the way, was very illegal in 1963. She gets the money from her dad, who gives it without asking many questions.

However, there’s an issue; Johnny and Penny have to dance on the only night she can get the abortion. And there’s nobody to replace her...except maybe Baby? Johnny’s entirely against it, they end up convincing him, for Penny’s sake. And now, we get a hallmark of ‘80s cinema: the training montage.

This is a pretty good time to note three things. One, Jennifer Grey is the daughter of Joel Grey, one of the GREATEST actor/dancers ever to grace Hollywood and Broadway. Dude was one of the main characters in Cabaret, for which he won an Oscar, and originated the role of the Wizard of Oz in Wicked. So, yeah, she’s got dancing blood. Secondly, Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey apparently HATED each other. Yeah, kind of a bummer. But their chemistry was SO GODDAMN POWERFUL, that they were able to push through their feelings and do this as well as they are. And third...THIS SOUNDTRACK BOPS. 

I get it. I GET IT.

Something else I get, too. The chemistry between Grey and Swayze really does sizzle, GODDAMN. Over the course of the montage, they clearly get closer emotionally...and physically. And yeah, it’s definitely there. Although, given the fact that they’re from different class backgrounds, it’s probably gonna be one of those stories. Well, OK. Let’s do it.

After a little too much time practicing, the two take a break. And yet, while on a nature excursion, they continue their training in different environments. Most iconically, they practice lifts in the lake.

Yeah...yeah, I get it.

The day approaches, and Baby and Penny have a bit of a heart-to-heart. Penny asks Lisa to cover for her (and I’m betting that she won’t, LIKE AN ASSHOLE), and she heads to the dance gig. It mostly goes OK, but the lift is aborted at the last second. However, the performance is still received well. They leave JUST before an elderly couple from the resort sees them. 

Johnny gives her a pep-talk, telling her that she did well, and the music on the car radio hints at their growing mutual attraction. But once they get there, tragedy’s struck. Turns out that the abortion doctor was a dangerous quack, and Penny’s now dangerous injured, in pain and possibly dying. Panicking, Baby does THE RIGHT THING, I can’t stress that enough, THE RIGHT GODDAMN THING, and gets her doctor father.

Understandably upset (and yeah, it is understandable, all things considered), Dr. Houseman forbids Baby from seeing Johnny or any of the others ever again. This situation...sucks. Damn. And Baby agrees, as she sneaks off to see Johnny anyway. She apologizes to Johnny for how her father treated her, but Johnny blames his own social status for it, rather than her father.

Their conversation becomes very real, and eventually turns into Baby declaring her love for Johnny. As a song comes on the radio, she asks him to dance with her. Giving in to his own feelings, he agrees. And together they engage in some...Dirty Dancing.

As the two dirty dance horizontally, the night turns to day. That morning, things are definitely awkward between Baby and her father, who almost takes his family away that night. But, his wife and Lisa convince him to stay. He even comes back to visit Penny, checking in to make sure she’s alright, which Baby finds out once she does the same.

Things are also a little awkward between Baby and Johnny, interestingly. Wonder how last night ended. Well, Penny figures it out, and warns Johnny about the risks off getting involved with the upper class. Which, remember, is how she ended up this way. The two have a tense-but-intimate exchange. Which just preludes this IMMEDIATELY happening.

Yeah, that’s not a surprise. Well, more heart-to-heart proceeds, and they continue to learn about each other’s lives. That night, Lisa tells Baby that she wants to go all the way with Robbie. Despite Baby’s warnings, Lisa simply tells her off, and is generally, I’ll be honest, a bitch. The next morning, though, Baby and Johnny have another dance session. And it’s THAT session. You know the one.

Neil interrupts, and proceeds to give a bad name to Cornellians everywhere (I’m not like that putz, I SWEAR), and pisses off Johnny in the process. She asks why he didn’t stand up for himself, and then immediately hides Johnny from her father, who’s walking with Robbie and Lisa. Rightfully calling her a hypocrite, he storms off.

And then they immediately resolve it. Which, GODDAMN, do I appreciate. Robbie strolls by, makes a typical crass comment about Baby, and then Johnny BEATS THE EVER-LOVING SHIT OUT OF HIM

OH FUCK YES. And if that wasn’t enough catharsis, Lisa catches Robbie with one of the high society wives from earlier, as they sleep together in a cabin. OH. YES. THAT’S SOME GOOOOOOOOOOOOD SHIT.

Baby and Johnny, in the actual good and fully-developed relationship of this movie, spend the night together. And are seen the next morning by the high society wife, who had the hots for Johnny.

The wife, Vivian (Miranda Garrison), implicates Johnny in stealing a wallet. Johnny’s about to be fired, and then BABY ADMITS THAT THEY WERE TOGETHER IN FRONT OF HER FATHER HOLY FUCK

She did it. She actually did it. Goddamn. And then, AND THEN, she TELLS HER FATHER OFF AND CALLS HER OUT FOR HIS ELITISM HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MOVIE. And then, Jerry Orbach fuckin’ starts tearing up, and I AM SHOOK MOTHERFUCKER

And yet, even though the wallets were actually stolen by an elderly couple that Baby actually implicated, Johnny gets fired anyway. GODDAMN. After Baby completely loses heart, Johnny confronts her father, and learns that he believes that he was the one who got Penny pregnant. Johnny semi-tells him off, then walks away.

At his car, Johnny and Baby say goodbye with a kiss, and Johnny heads off forever. I mean, probably not, there’s a good 16 minutes left, and we haven’t gotten to the most iconic scene of the film yet. But anyway, Baby mourns her lost relationship, and her sister actually bonds with her over this whole thing. Hot damn.

I want to punch Neil in the goddamn face. Mostly just because he’s on screen, but also because he LITERALLY ruins the goddamn anthem of Cornell University, by setting the anthem for the resort against its melody. Goddamn you, Neil. GODDAMN YOU. Also, fuck Robbie, because he LITERALLY OUTS HIMSELF to Dr. Houseman as Penny’s former deadbeat partner. As the anthem continues (to my rage), who shows up but Johnny, who comes to stick up for Baby and all she’s done.

He brings her up on stage, and interrupts the anthem (THANK YOU CHRIST) to perform the last dance of the season, as he always does. Despite Dr. Houseman’s would-be objections (prevented by his wife, who has moved up on my list of favorite characters), the two are left alone on stage. And that...is when the song plays. YOU KNOW THE GODDAMN SONG

Y’know, it’s funny, because this song is definitely an ‘80s song, making this whole sequence pretty goddamn anachronistic, but WHO CARES!? It’s one of the most iconic sequences in film history, especially of the era, and I love the hell out of it. The crowd cheers, the rest of the kids join in, the lift happens, father and daughter make up, everybody dances, I dance with my girlfriend, I LOVE IT! They kiss, they dance and the film fades to black.

Dirty Dancing! See you in the Review! Oh, I’m changing the name of that section, by the way. Alongside a few more things. You’ll see.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 10)

“That one!” Atsu shouts. “I want that one!”

“It’s not for sale, Atsu. You’re going to have to win it.” Hajime says.

“But...but I’m no good at tossing games.”

Hajime ruffles his hair, “you’re great at it.”

He shakes his head. “Nu-uh, last year Caihong said that I’d do it better if I turned around and threw it backwards.”

“New year, new skills! Give it a try.” He gives Atsu a pat on the shoulders and a few coins.

“You aren’t going to teach him how to do it?” Azula asks.

“You just throw a bag full of beans into a hole, he just has to practice.”

She watches the boy chuck the bag with all of his might, overshooting the hole by several feet. His next throw is weak to compensate and the bag doesn’t fall too far from where he stands. His third shot is too far to the right and so his fourth throw is significantly left. He stops his foot and carelessly throws the last bag. The straw-stuffed badger-mole still hangs on the hook.

“Dad! You do it!” Before Hajime can answer he changes direction. Azula is none to pleased with this change. He stares at her with that gap toothed grin. “Rikka can do it!”

“I don’t want to play a silly game.” Azula folds her arms over her chest.

Hajime laughs, “you’re at a festival. Festivals are all about silly and rigged games.”

“Just because you can’t win, doesn’t mean that they are rigged.” She holds a pointer up as if to accent her point.

He nudges her, “if it’s not rigged, go win.”

Atsu tugs on her sleeve. “Please Rikka, please! I’ll...I’ll…” He lightly knocks his head with his fist, “Caihong and I’ll make you a pie!”

“A pie? What flavor?”

“Uhhh. Chocolate?”

“You’re going to get the chocolate from the garden, aren’t you?”

“A flower pot actually…” He mumbles.

“I don’t eat dirt.”

“I do! It’s not that bad if you get it from the flower pots especially if you find those teeny rolly bugs that get all...rolly when you poke at them like this!” He jabs her in the side with his tiny, pudgy finger.

“I’ll pass.” She grumbles as she watches Hajime fail to land any of the bags into the hole.

“Please win it for me, please, please, please, please phu-leeese…”

“These games are for children. I am not a child.”

“What? Are there better uses for your talents?” Hajime quirks a brow.

“Yes! Yes, exactly. I am glad that you understand…” she glances at him and realizes that he, in fact, does not understand at all. She very nearly pouts.

“Com’on Rikka!” Atsu whines. “Com’on, com’on, com’on!” He pleads until the words blend into one steady stream.

“No.”

“Look at his face, Rikka.” She has. It is gap-toothed, bug-eyed, and pudgy. The same as every child she ever set her eyes upon. “How can you say no to that face?”

“Cooooommmme ooooon, Riiikaaaa.”

“Not a chance.” She folds her arms tighter.

“You’re his only hope, Rikka. He gets his hand-eye coordination from his dad.”

“Yes,” she agrees, “you’re both awful at this.”

“Well why don’t you grace all of us with your fantastic bean toss skills, master.”

Azula gives a haughty sniff. “Fine. But only so the both of you know that it isn’t so hard.”

.oOo.

He hasn’t put it down since she’d won it for him. Day to day the badger-mole has a different name. At first it was ‘Duster’ and then it was ‘Mud Muncher’ and after that it was, ‘Caihong the Second’. She isn’t sure which name has been bestowed upon the toy today but she has a sinking feeling that it has something to do with her name and is doubly glad that she is using a false one.

The boy comes prancing up to her. “I’m going to show Misa and Min, Dáxiyi!”

“Dáxiyi?”

Atsu nods, “your mongoose-lizard.”

“You named my mongoose-lizard?”

“You said that you didn’t!”

Azula rolls her eyes, “and who are Misa and Min?”

“Neighbor’s kids.” Hajime says as the boy rushes outside. “How are things going at Ojihara’s?”

“Well enough.” Azula replies. Nevermind that Caihong’s father has been tirelessly pestering her for details of her past to the point she is considering calling off their dinner date. “Seukhyung asks too many questions.”

“You do realize that going out to dinner is all about questions and getting to know someone, right?”

Azula frowns, her stomach tying itself in knots. “Why would he want to do that?” She wonders if she is being pursued. Surely she has been in this village long enough to have attracted attention. Golden eyes stand starkly out amid shades of green.

“Because he likes you. And his daughter does too. And his old man…”

“In other words, I should tell him that dinner is cancelled and that he will not be interrogating me over lukewarm miso soup and mochi.”

Hajime laughs. “In other words, give him a chance. Just let him do all of the talking if you don’t want to.” He tilts his head. “You do realize what this dinner is, right?”

“Why do you think that I wouldn’t?”

“You did imply, the other day, that you have trouble understanding people.”

“I understand people perfectly. I just don’t know how to connect with them. I know that he…”

“Loves you?”

She nods. “I think.”

“Well then, take him to dinner and see how it goes.”

“I will.”

He nods, “I figured that you would.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“No!” He says too quickly. “I told you that I wanted to help you socialize more. I just didn’t expect you to... catch on so quickly.”

But she truly hasn’t. “And?”

“And what?”

“There’s something you aren’t saying. What else didn’t you expect?”

He rubs his hands over his face.

“Why would you think that there’s something else?”

“Because I understand people perfectly.”

.oOo.

Seukhyung takes her hand and leads her into the eatery, a fine place really. Small but fine, with walls of bamboo sticks and a burbling fountain at the very center. All about the place are hanging ivys and pots that spill colorful leaves and petals. “Here.” He helps her into her seat. “I’ll have the waiter light these,” he gestures to the candles.

Azula quirks a brow.

He laughs, “right, I’m used to dating Earth Kingdom women.”

“Clearly.” Azula cups the lotus shaped candle in her palms and lights it up. She waits for the flame to warm into a shade of orange before putting it back in place.

“So uh…” he clears his throat. “So, what was life like back in the Fire Nation? Is everyone as competitive and passionate as you are?”

She shakes her head. “In the Fire Nation you either have the spark or you don’t. You’re either bold or useless.”

“Sounds harsh.”

She shrugs.

“No wonder you left.” He rubs the back of his head. “I wouldn’t want to deal with that sort of pressure. It’s like, no wonder Fire Nation soldiers are so ruthless and cruel.”

Azula swallows. The waiter finally makes his appearance. “Miso soup add some spice to it.”

“And I’ll have the roast duck and pau buns.” He pauses and turns to her, “you said spicy right? Have you ever tried spicy pickled kelp?”

She shakes her head.

“A real delicacy!” Seukhyun exclaims. “I’ll split one with you, if you’d like.”

“That sounds just fine.” If she doesn’t like it he can eat the whole thing, she supposes.

“Anyways, what was I saying?”

“That firebenders are monsters?”

“N-no! That’s not what I meant. Just the military types and the rich folk.”

Azula gazes into the candle’s flickering flame. “Right…”

“But you’re not like that. I can tell.” He smiles. “I was able to see it when you gave Caihong that turnip.”

She rolls her eyes. She isn’t quite sure if her laugh is resentful or genuinely humored. “You’re still on about that? It was one, little, scrap of a turnip.”

“It’s the small deeds that show a person’s true nature. That’s what my old man told me. That little turnip had Caihong smiling for days, you know. It was the best turnip she ever ate.”

This time she is certain that her little laugh is genuine. “Well of course. It was touched by my hand, afterall.”

He chuckles, “you’re something else.”

“A good something?”

He cups his hand over hers, “I wouldn’t have asked you for a date if I thought that you were a bad something. I’m so glad that my old man took Caihong off of my hands tonight.”

“Why’s that?”

He laughs, “it’s a little less romantic to have her yanking on my sleeve all night, don’t you think?”

She shrugs, Hajime seems to manage just fine.

“I haven’t had a date since I lost Cai’s mother.”

“What happened to her?” She asks.

“Same thing that happened to a lot of wives here. Bunch of Earth Kingdom soldiers came up here and when we refused to let them turn Wu Jing into a military camp...people died, Rikka, a lot of people.” He pauses. “Fire Nation soldiers aren’t the only brutal ones. I haven’t met any soldier who was pleasant for conversation.”

Her stomach sinks. She can’t help but wonder how far she would have gone, had her pre-destined path not been so rudely blocked. She doesn’t have to wonder for long at all, not knowing full and well that she had told her father to charr the entirety of the Earth Kingdom. Knowing that she took pride in her suggestion. She pictures Wu Jing under a wave of fire streaming from her father’s hand. Ojihara, Seukhyung, Caihong, Atsu, Hajime, all of them burning to ash. “Yes, you’re probably right about that.”

She takes the first taste of the spicy pickled kelp. It isn’t spicy at all.

“Well, what do you think?”

“It’s fine.”

Azula was almost certain that she would never know the feeling... She hates it. She resents it. It leaves her stomach queasy, but that night she learns what it is to feel shame, regret.

.oOo.

Her voice is strangely soothing. A bizarre patchwork of Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom and he almost ravenously enjoys how pleasantly it plays through his ears. She isn’t talking about anything in particular. Mostly it is small talk with a sprinkle every now and again about how she is surprised to be receiving such a generally positive welcome home.

“You’re their princess.” He says. “Of course they’re happy to have you back.”

“But did I really do them any favors while I was here?”

He nods. “I think that you did, or you did at the time.” He tries to get his thoughts together. “And I think that they agree. The problem isn’t that you didn’t do any favors it’s that those things aren’t considered good deeds anymore. Times change, what seemed like a helping the Fire Nation at the time isn’t so helpful after all.”

She fixes him with the dullest stare he has seen in a while.

“But I think that they know that you meant well, right? You’re not the only Fire National who has been doing some reflection. This whole nation is…”

“Doing some horrifying introspection.” Azula mutters. “Some things can’t be fixed, Sokka. Maybe some cultures are worse than others...”

“Where is this coming from?”

“Thinking too much. I suppose.”

“Firebenders aren’t evil.” He smiles. “You aren’t.”

She quirks a skeptical brow.

“Do evil people carry around stuffed badger-moles?”

Azula’s face flushes as she snatches it back. “Apparently, yes.”

.oOo.

Azula buries her nose in the badger-mole’s fabric. It smells faintly of turnip of dirt and of home. It smells of affection and care. If she inhales deeply enough she swears that she is whisked to that place for some time. Whisked back to a home where the scent of freshly baked bread was a morning starter and vegetable stew closed the night.

She holds her hand to her belly. She feels cold to her core. Things could have been fine. They could have been fulfilling, whole. Instead she finds the hollowness of a spoiled harvest, lush and flourishing on the surface but rotting beneath.

She gives a small jerk when she feels hands on her soldiers. “Hey. Are you still with me.”

Azula nods, “mostly.”

“You were…”

“Thinking.” She replies. “Just thinking.”

He nods and she isn’t sure that he believes her.

“I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t say that you were.” He promises. “But ‘not crazy’ doesn’t rule ‘not okay’ out.”

She swallows.

“I think that you can use…” He wiggles his brows and pulls out a mahjong set, “a distraction!”

“Sokka…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. A game night! Me, you, Zuko, Mai, and TyLee.” He beams. “I happen to be a mahjong master.”

“Is that right?”

“It sure is!”

“I’ll pass.”

“Oh come on, you’ll have fun.”

“It’s a silly game, Sokka.”

“I get it, you have to save your brainpower for something more important.”

Her throat runs dry. “What did you say?”

Sokka tenses, only briefly, but long enough. “I was just saying that you just don’t want to play because I am a mahjong master and you don’t want to lose in front of ever.”

Azula sniffs. “Invite the entire palace staff, I’ll win.”

.oOo.

She was smiling. It had reached her eyes at multiple points during their game--mostly when she was near victory--but he can’t say that she is unbothered. Raava’s tendrils he wishes that she would just tell him what is wrong. What happened to her, who she lost, and how.

And Raava’s light he doesn’t know why or when he started to care so much. He has a suspicion that, knowingly or not, it had been the moment she stumbled back into the palace with a story and a collection of scars.

He supposes that it is a compulsion to understand to know just what could have sparked such a stark change. No, he realizes, it isn’t so stark at all. Everything that made Azula, Azula is still there. He thinks that it is more of an addition; a newfound capacity for empathy and care.

He sighs to himself, his impulse decisions usually lead him to distress and disarray. But when he hears that small laugh, he isn’t quite so sure that, that will be the case this time. He is almost entirely sure when the game is packed away and she mutters, “I suppose that your ideas aren’t so awful after all. Tonight reminded me of...special moments. It almost felt the same.”

He isn’t so sure if that is melancholic or pleasent. “Special moments?”

She nods.

“You ever going to talk about those?”

She strokes the head of the badger-mole as she considers. “I went to a festival once.”

Her voice is so soft. Soothing. The very prospect of finally hearing a story where he can savor every syllable, every annunciation, is enticing. So much so that he finds it startling. He hadn’t expected to be so intensely and suddenly enthralled by the princess. But he supposes that he does have a history of falling intensely and abruptly. Quite frankly, it scares him. Truly, he only meant to reach out a comforting hand, to pursue a friendship and nothing more.

Changed or not, she is still Azula. Azula with all of her history and baggage. Azula with a steeper mountain of secrets.

“Are you listening, because I’m not going to repeat myself?”

“You went to a festival once, with a boy and his father…”

She nods.

But maybe it won’t be so hard to uncover those secrets. Maybe he only had to ask her to share the pleasant memories. It seems to almost comfort her to talk about this boy and his father. The name Hajime comes back to him and he wonders if this story is about that man.

“Can we do this again?” He asks when she is finished.

She furrows her brows. “A story a night! You tell me about a special moment and I’ll tell you about one.”

She considers. “Alright, a story a night. But you don’t get to ask any questions.”

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Dared - Mikey Way x Reader

Request: Hey, could I request uhh Mikey x reader, the reader is dared by Gerard to make Mr Emotionless ™ cry? Go crazy author-chan I have a feeling this is gonna be hilarious Word count: 2 690 A/N: don’t even ask me about when on the timeline this one is… “Remember the laughter” exists, they are on a tour and none of the guys (except maybe ray?) are together with their wives? (what a cruel world that is)

“No!”

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun,” Gerard whined laughing.

“Making Mikey cry is not fun,” you argued, “it’s just evil!”

“Nobody said it has to be sad crying,” Gerard replied, still convinced it would be incredibly funny to see you try to make his brother cry.

“Why, Gee, why would I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s about time Mikey remembers he has emotions for once, also,” lifting his eyebrows at you, he grinned, “it would give you the opportunity to spend some time with him.”

Rolling your eyes, you glanced over at Gerard. He was the only one who knew about your feelings for Mikey, and you really regretted telling him, because he teased you about it every time he possibly could.

“You just want to annoy your brother,” you shrugged, and got ready to turn away.

“Come on, (y/n), I dare you!”

“I said no,” you replied, admittedly pissed off by now, and walked away, leaving Gerard alone.

He just laughed, knowing you would try to win this dare anyway.

And he was right. Even though you knew Gerard knew you would try, you could not quite let go of the idea. So you made up your mind about different things that made you cry. Sometimes you cried over sugar-sweet cat videos, or one of these animal rescue videos. You wailed over dramatic, or happy romantic dramas, you cried about music that made you emotional, you even teared up over reports of nature catastrophes. Thinking about it, you actually cried a lot. And that list did not yet involve all the times you cried about missing your family while you were on tour, or the heartbreak over Mikey.

You knew that the news reports about the catastrophes would not help with your plan. Just a few weeks ago you had all watched the news together, and there had been a report about the fires in Australia, but while you had been fighting back tears (had you been worried for the humans, the koalas, the nature in general, or about how the annual fires were getting so much worse every year because of the climate change?) Mikey had just watched unimpressed, his fingers fiddling around, as if he was trying to remember songs he usually played on the bass. You remembered that so vividly because you had been distracted from the news by it, and had watched him for a while; he had beautiful hands.

The next thing you thought of was music. You knew Mikey loved music, after all he was making music himself. You even knew what kind of music he loved, but you didn’t know what kind of music made him especially emotional. So you began with what you knew, and that was what he liked, and what made you emotional. And that landed you at one song Ray had written; the last song of his solo album. Sure you felt weird as you walked up to Mikey’s bunk bed, with your mobile in hand, asking if he knew that album made by one of his closest friends of over a decade, but you did it anyway.

Mikey was even happy to see you, and immediately scooted aside to let you crawl into bed next to him. That alone made butterflies flutter in your stomach, but between the two of you it had always been a normal thing to cuddle up sometimes, be it to watch a movie on the Ways’ couch or because one of you had had a nightmare. While you played the song for him, trying not to give into your own emotions, you watched him closely. His eyes were focused on the still image of the video on YouTube, and his hand, which was resting on his stomach, was slowly tapping along the rhythm. When the song eventually ended, he smiled slightly, his eyes soft, and turned to look at you. Quickly you blinked away the tears at the corner of your eyes.

“I really like this song,” he told you, and sat up a little, “it’s one of my favourites off Ray’s album.”

“Yeah, definitely,” you agreed with a little nod.

“Oh, is that a cat video?”

Mikey placed his hand over yours, which was holding the phone, and angled the screen so he could see better which videos had been recommended by YouTube to watch next.

“Yeah, it is,” you agreed, remembering that cute cat videos were also on your list of things that made you cry, “wanna watch it?”

“Always,” Mikey grinned.

He scooted around in the narrow bed of the tour bus, until he asked you to lift your head so he could place his arm under your neck. After you had settled back down, with far too fast beating heart, snuggled close against Mikey, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, you continued watching animal videos.

Sometimes you both laughed so hard you almost ran out of breath, sometimes there were so cute videos that you almost cried yourself (Mikey showed no reaction at all), there were videos where you just rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh because it was too ridiculous, and you even watched some of the animal rescue videos that usually reduced you to a puddle of tears, but Mikey just watched. Yeah, sometimes he laughed if something was funny, but he was never even close to tears.

The next evening was movie night, where you saw your last chance to make Mikey cry. After that you would have run out of ideas, and you would have to admit Gerard had won this dare. Luckily it was your turn to choose the movie, so you chose the most emotional movie you could think of, one that always made you cry. Much to your surprise Gerard, Ray and Frank were not opposing the choice, and Mikey did not care. He claimed he was fine just hanging out with everyone. You tried to find a place away from Mikey, because the movie was very romantic, and watching a romantic movie sitting too close to the man you had been in love with for ages was surely no good idea, but somehow Mikey had found a way to squeeze himself into the tiny gap that was left between you and Frank, and now sat pressed against your side, watching the movie, his arm casually dragged over your shoulder, as if it was nothing. Maybe to him it was nothing, not to you.

Throughout the movie you noticed that you were not the only one who was getting emotional about the story. Gerard quietly sniffled at the sad and romantic parts, and Frank even went to grab a handkerchief to blow his nose; Ray just wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. The only one who seemed not to care at all was Mikey, who simply got up once the movie was over.

“Good story,” he commented and stretched his hands above his head. Did he even have the faintest idea what that shirt riding up a little over his stomach, revealing a tiny strip of pale skin, did to you? Hopefully not. “I’m gonna go read in my bunk.”

Slowly the group dispersed, leaving only Frank and you in the end.

“Wanna go for a walk,” the guitarist eventually asked, “I need some fresh air.”

You nodded, and got up. Together you grabbed your jackets, and climbed out of the bus. The parking lot you were standing on was empty; a few frozen over puddles were glistering in the cold moon light.

Frank and you walked side by side, quietly talking. He told you about his girlfriend Jamia. You had known he had liked her, but he had kept it a secret from everyone that they were together. Now he was worried about how tour would affect their relationship, and as well as you knew Frank, you would not have imagined him to be so scared about messing this up.

“But did she say she doesn’t want you to go on tour,” you asked, trying to be rational.

“She said she’s going to miss me,” Frank recalled, wiping his eyes, “and that she wished she could come and visit.”

“See, but not that she doesn’t want you to go, right?”

Frank shook his head no. “But what if she thinks that she implied enough for me to-“

“Then call her!”

By now you had made your way back to the bus.

“You are amazing,” Frank smiled sadly. He seemed not convinced yet, but he agreed it would be best to call Jamia.

“Don’t worry, it’s all gonna be alright,” you encouraged him.

“I love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know,” you grinned and wrapped your arms around him.

Just in that moment you heard a quiet gasp, and when you pulled away from Frank, you saw Mikey was standing in the open door to the bus.

“Gerard made hot chocolate for everyone,” he spit, his eyes full of anger and disappointment.

But instead of turning around and walking back in, as he should have, considering his brother had made hot chocolate, he jumped down the stairs, and brushed past you, disappearing in the night.

“What-“ confused you looked after him.

“Oh shit,” Frank ran his hand over his face.

“What was that,” you asked, turning to Frank.

“He thought I was hitting on you,” he groaned.

“But you and Jamia-“

“He doesn’t know that, remember,” Frank looked up at you, “you should go after him.”

“Why would- what would he- what’s even going on?”

“Just go after him, alright? Tell him that we’re just friends, put things right- whatever, just go look for him.”

You did not even wait for Frank to say anything else, you just darted after Mikey, following him into the direction he had run of to.

Luckily you did not have to search for long. Mikey had only worn socks and his pyjama, so the stony and cold parking lot had slowed him down soon, and you found him leaning against a lamppost. His back was turned to you, his hands lifted to his face, and he was panting.

“Mikey?”

A few feet away you came to a stop. Your lungs were burning from inhaling the cold air so fast, and panic rose in your chest at seeing Mikey standing there, clearly upset.

“Leave me alone,” he sounded chocked up.

“Not before you talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Why don’t you ask your sweet darling Frank that?”

Mikey swirled around, and stared at you angrily. His raised voice was intimidating, but the tears that were running down his cheeks broke your heart.

“What are you even talking about? Frank-“

“Frank knows exactly how I feel for you, he knows exactly that I’ve been trying to ask you out since forever, and then he goes and steals you away right in front of my eyes, without giving me a heads up about it first. You know, he could at least have had the decency to let me know he was gonna try to win you for himself. That would have sucked too, but at least it would have been honest!”

Confused you stared at Mikey. “Frank and I-“

“It’s okay, just- give me some space, okay? It’s not your fault, he’s a great guy, he’ll treat you very good,” Mikey assured you, before turning away from you.

“Would you just listen for one fucking second,” now it was you who was angry. You were not sure if you had heard correctly when Mikey had said he had feelings for you, but for now it seemed like the bigger problem was that he assumed you and Frank were a thing. And that he did not even give you time to explain made you angry. Quickly you took a few steps forwards and grabbed him by the elbow, turning him back to you.

“Frank is worried about his girlfriend Jamia, not wanting him to be on tour for so long, and I told him to call her. He thanked me, and said that he loves me. As a friend.”

Mikey looked at you for a while. The orange light of the street lantern painted his tears as drops of sunlight on his cheeks. You could feel him move slightly underneath his pyjama shirt, which you still held in a tight grip. His eyes were rimmed with red from crying, and his lips quivered slightly before he eventually spoke.

“You and Frank… you’re not… you’re not…”

“We’re not in love, we’re not a couple, we’re not together...” you helped out.

Mikey bit his lower lip.

“You don’t love him?”

“No, I don’t,” you replied.

An idea came to your mind. You could tell Mikey right now, this was the perfect moment to tell him how you felt for him.

“I love you.”

Wide eyed you looked up at him; both of you had spoken at the same time.

Mikey’s jaw dropped slightly as he stared at you.

“What,” he whispered, and you could swear there were tears welling up in his eyes again.

“I said I love you,” you repeated softly, slowly releasing your grip on his pyjama shirt, running your hand up to his upper arm instead.

“Oh,” his eyes trailed off for a moment, before he looked at you again, “can I… can I kiss you?”

You could feel yourself smile involuntarily at his question, and suddenly feeling shy, you nodded.

Mikey lifted his hand to your chin, and carefully pulled your face closer to him before he closed the last inches, and gently connected his lips to yours. Hesitantly he kissed you, still not sure if it was what you wanted, but when you moved the hand on his arm further up to his neck to pull him closer, he decided he was done with holding back. Wrapping his free arm around your waist, he pulled you into his chest, holding you as close as possible. His lips were soft, his body warm, a strange contrast to the stinging cold air surrounding you both. You could feel his chest moving with every breath, felt how a tear that had still been clinging to his cheek, ran down to your lips, giving the otherwise sweet kiss a salty flavour.

When both of you were out of breath, you slowly pulled away, leaning your forehead against his.

“We should go back, it’s freezing out here,” you suggested.

“You’re right,” Mikey nodded, “come here.”

Wrapping his arm around you, he guided both of you back to the bus, into which you quickly climbed. Inside you were hit with warm air, and the delicious smell of hot chocolate.

“(y/n), I called her! She really isn’t mad, she’s actually happy for me that I get to- woah, Mikey,” Frank stopped his enthusiastic rant as he saw Mikey’s still red eyes, “did you cry?”

“Oh, you did-“ Gerard came out of the tiny kitchen, ready to praise you for successfully fulfilling his dare, but bit his tongue as he saw Mikey’s arm around you. Instead he quickly changed his tone to one of concern, “are you okay?”

“I’m now,” Mikey smiled, and let go of you so you could take of your shoes and jacket, while he pulled the cold and wet socks off his feet. “Is there any of that delicious hot chocolate left?”

Gerard disappeared into the kitchen again, and came back holding two big mugs with steaming hot drinks, whipped cream with chocolate sprinkles topping everything off.

“You are our saviour,” you joked, and took the one of the mugs from Gerard, walking over to one of the sofas, and dropped down on it, Mikey sitting closely next to you.

“So…” Gerard looked between you curiously, a shit eating grin on his face already, “you two are-“

“Not your business,” Mikey shut up his brother, but you could hear him smile while he talked, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again.

“Calm down,” Gerard laughed, “It’s just a question.”

“Well, if you need to know-,” Mikey sighed, but sounded amused.

And then he pulled you in for another kiss.

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