#but no i cannot dream so fuck my drag i guess

[dark-night-hero]

Sealed deal (Rowan Theodore)

⤷ One day when your parents came up to you and told you that you would soon have a fiance, you already had a certain person in mind. So why the fuck is this guy in here?

You: Dude, guess what.

Theo: What?

You: Mom and dad told me I have a fiance. Ngl, I knew this day would come but come on now. I'm not even 18, I have yet to fuck someone I like. Why should I get tied up to someone I probably don't even know let alone like.

You: Lucky you, your mom and dad doesn't force you to get engaged to some spoiled brat here and there.

Theo: Pity.

You: I know right? I knew I could count on you.

Theo: Pity the person about to become your fiance.

You: You know what, fuck you. U ain't invited to my wedding.

Seen.

Looking at the text messages between you and your childhood friend a couple of days ago. You cannot help but to frown and throw you head back in frustration fingers reaching out to losen your tie as you felt suffocated. What a fucking bastard, you thought. Currently on your way into the fancy restaurant that you are meet your fiance. And there was already someone in mind in that matter. The child of your mother's friend, someone who was in the same circle as you and Theodore. What was the name again? Matil.. Sanda.. you forgot.

You groan, wishing everything was just a dream. Honestly you cannot believe your parents who dragged you in here out of your own will. Making you wear these uncomfortable clothing just make up a good impression. What was the rush? You were only seventeen, it is not like you would run out of fiance once you turn old. And even if you did run out of fiance, that would be an even more pleasure for you who can live your life the way you want, out of romance and just by yourself. You cannot even take care of yourself properly, what more would you treat your fiance?

"We're here young- wait! Where are you going?! The madam and master was already inside-?!" Startled, your chauffeur shouted after you once you make a run for it. Running away from the restaurant and was about to call for a taxi when you felt your getting lift up by your collar. "What are you doing?" "Theo!" Your eyes sparkled upon meeting with a pair of green ones. "I knew you wouldn't abandon me! Quick, get me out of here!" You beam at him only to be faced by harsh reality once he started dragging you inside the restaurant and you upon realizing what he was doing. "Traitor! Let go of me!"

"Oh my! Just in time you two, Theo, my dear. What took you two so long? We were about to get worried you two might not make it in time." ??? "Come on you two, sit. Sit here, we were just talking about the time and date of your engagement party as well as the families to be invited..." What the hell is happening? You are so fucking cofunsed as you sat down on your seat across his. You were pretty sure you were to be engaged to someone else, not him. Not him. You were to sure because you heard your parents talking. There is no way in hell he was your fiance. But there he is, right in front of you. You are so fucking confused and taken a back. At the same time, you felt a huge amount of relief.

Looking at the man right across you, his fluffy brown hair stays in place despite his movement. The way he cuts his steak gracefully and elegantly. Then your (eye color) iris met with a pair of green ones. 'Eat' he mouthed you causing you to pick up your utensils with trembling hands. Nevertheless, you woukd never forget the way your heart beats widely on your chest as he reminds you to keep your smile after that. This guy... was not so bad after all. "So what do you think you two?" "I'm fine with it if (First name) is." Suddenly all attention turn towards you and with no hint of urgency. "I like it, let's proceed with that. Mom, dad, aunt, uncle." You smiled.

"Gahhh! That drained me. I thought I was about to throw up." "Dramatic." He roll his eyes at you before slamming the car door behind him. The two of you where right in front of a city view on a hill side. The one the two of you would often go, all kudos to Theo having a drivers licence. "No, because you didn't even told me you were the one I was supposed to be engaged to. I was genuinely about to run away." That earn a flick on the forehead from him. "I was only told this morning, I knew nothing about this. Who would have ever thought I was the pitiful bastard I was talking about?" He spoke but you swear you saw him smirk for a moment.

"So? What's the plan now smartass?" You asked as silence passed by. Just the two of you looking at the stars. "Plan? Why do we need a plan? Rather than that. What are your thoughts about this?" He asked, looking at you for a moment before bring his attention back into the view. Onec again there was a moment of silence. "My thoughts? Well I must admit I was relieved that it was you." "Really?" "Yeah. It makes things much easier. It's not like we actually wanted to get married to each other so let's cancel the engagement once we reach 25!" Maybe it was because you were too focused on the stars, but you missed the way his green eyes had such dangerous gaze on them when you said those words. "Why?" "Why? Whats you mean why? No offence but I do not want to get married. I could not even take care of myself. Besides, you are not really my type." You roll your eyes at him. "Perhaps if you have a black hair, things would have been different." You whispered.

"So? What do you think? Let's break off the engagement once were 25, in the mean time, no one is allowed to have another in those years. I doubt our parents would let that be. We could also go on occasional dates, well we do hangout regularly, let's just treat that as a date. That would be enough to fool our parents for a decades." "And if you fall for me?" "Huh?" You scoff at him and laugh. "Then I guess I might end up marrying you. But I doubt that." You roll your eyes at him. "And that matter about you wanting to fuck someone else?" "What?! Why would you bring that up now?!"

And so you decided to tease him. "Oh well whatever, that should be none of our business. I already fucked with them yesterday-" "Who?" "Huh?" Why does he look so damn scary right now? "Who is it that you fucked with?" "Who- the who- you look like you're about to kill someone! Why should I tell you?!" Seriously what is up with this guy who cannot even take a joke? "Mon chère, answer while I'm asking nicely hmm?" Mon chère? Argh whatever! He started talking insane again! "You! I'm just kidding! I'm kidding! Why do you kept taking things seriously?!"

"You should have said that earlier!" He suddenly laugh and messed with your hair causing you to protest. At the same time in that swift moment, he mouthed the man watching from afar 'cancel mission' in which they quickly disappeared as if they were never there. "Whatever. So enough nonsense- do we have a deal?" You spoke, holding up your pinky finger. "Whatever you say (First name)." He roll his eyes nevertheless linked his pinky with you before quickly letting it go. "Hey! Take this seriously will you!" "Yeah yeah whatever."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: badly want to make this rowan x m.reader but sure, let's get this gn as possible lmao.

[kiiwiigii]

The Red-Eyed Boy pt. i

Pt. Two | Three | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Edward goes to the Volturi seeking death he accidentally exposes Bella's sister. Not taking any chances Alec is sent to finish you.

Warnings:

I haven't written ff in forever soooo...

Also I have trouble with the whole Y/N thing.

Language

Kinda, sorta NSFW I guess? Lot's of kissing.

Word Count: 1,938

A/N: Alec is aged up.

Aro let his mouth twist into a cruel smirk. Apparently, the Swan girl was dead, a sad waste of possible talent he lamented silently, but what was done was done. Edward had had no intention of turning her anyway, so what did it matter?

However, there had been another problem that Edward hadn't meant to expose.

Her sister.

"NO!" Edward shouted. "No! No, she's not aware. She doesn't know-"

"Now, now Edward. We cannot take chances, you know this. The girl already has her suspicions."

Edward's face crumpled into a half snarl. Going to the Volturi for your own death was one thing, but not only had he been denied this sweet relief, he had sentenced another to death. Surely he could get them to understand that Y/N was completely in the dark. Sure she had suspicions but that was just it. Suspicions. And aside from a few shopping trips with Alice (in which Alice had to practically drag Y/N out of the house in an attempt to get to know her better) she had stayed relatively far away. What Bella should have done, he thought with a cringe.

"Alec." Aro called over his shoulder.

Alec was at his master's side in less than a second, staring blankly ahead and awaiting orders.

"You are to head the Swan household in Forks. Take care of Bella's sister."

"Of course Master."

Alec gave a bow before sharing a look with his own sister and heading out of the throne room; Edward's renewed attempt at talking Aro into sparing the other Swan girl's life fading away ever so slightly. He couldn't help but smirk. Fresh blood that didn't have to be delivered. A chance to hunt. Maybe he would play with his food before he finished her off. Make her run. Make her beg. Or perhaps... a different kind of begging. A begging brought on with kisses and meaningless words whispered in her ear. His smirk twisted into a smile. There were always different ways to play, right?

Dad,

I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much.

Bella

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

With a groan I let the letter slip from my fingers and back to its original place on the kitchen counter. I knew Bella was still healing, but never in my wildest dreams did I picture her dropping everything and just taking off for the boy who dumped her.

I paused, leaning against the counter with my head in my hands, wondering if I should just go ahead and call dad or wait to break the news to him when he got home. On the one hand if I called him now, it would distract him from his job... however if I didn't tell him now and he finds out I knew before he got home, I could possibly land myself in hot water and get grounded myself. And oh boy was Bella going to get grounded. Probably for the rest of the year if not her life.

She probably figured I'd find the letter first and would butter dad up anyways. Soften the blow that his eldest daughter went missing with a barely half-assed explanation. Well, she would be wrong about the latter at least. She'd be dealing with dad by herself on that one. As much as I loved her, I didn't want to be mixed up in her shenanigans.

Mind made up, I picked up my cell to make the dreaded call, and as expected dad picked up on the first ring.

"Uh, hey dad..."

I'm dreaming of him again. The boy with the red eyes.

He was standing in front of a familiar house, just watching. Waiting. I could see it in his eyes as they flicked back and forth. He was contemplating something, his head tilting just slightly as he took in the sloping roof and the off-white siding that was in severe need of cleaning. A truck and police car rested in its driveway, silent and empty.

My heart leapt. Why was he in front of my house? I'd dreamt of this boy plenty of times before, but never had he been in my own yard. Or anywhere I was even familiar with.

Instead, he was usually shrouded by a fine black mist. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough, he would simply be doing something rather mundane, like reading a book or walking in a garden. Other times my dreams would be rather violent, and I could hear the screaming of his victims as he ripped them to shreds. Then there was the girl that usually stood by his side. If the boy was violent, she was easily a hundred times worse. It was like watching a horror movie come to life and I couldn't close my eyes. I found that I didn't want to close my eyes. He was fascinating to me.

Or maybe it's because I'm a weird and sick individual.

He circled around to the back of the house now, his eyes trailing upwards until they landed on the second-floor window, a smirk beginning to curl on his lips.

My window.

I woke up with a gasp, clutching at my sheets.

What the fuck?

My imagination was finally getting away from me.

I couldn't help but look towards my window, still tightly shut and locked, only the soft glow of fairy lights winking back at me. Untangling myself from my sheets, I slipped from my bed and plodded over to the window. Nothing's out there, I thought. It's a stupid dream. They've all been stupid dreams. The red-eyed boy doesn't exist, Y/N. I unlocked the window and pushed it upwards before sticking my head out and looking around. Of course, I couldn't see worth shit but I squinted my eyes anyway, you know, just in case it would help me see better.

The yard was dark and empty. No handsome, red-eyed boys anywhere to be found.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief before a loud jingle broke through the silence, causing me to jump and slam my head into the window.

"Fuck." I hissed, cradling the spot that I could now feel a nice bruise forming.

It took me a moment to realize that the jingle was coming from my phone. Scrambling towards my dresser I managed to trip on the sheets I'd thrown off just minutes ago and go crashing to the floor. Tonight was just not my night. Despite my new entanglement, I reached up and managed to grab my phone, flipping it open without looking at the caller ID.

"Y/N? Y/N?" The voice on the other end was frantic.

Bella. I finally let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, the tension easing from my shoulders for the first time in days.

"Who else would it be?"

Despite my irritation and anger from her stunt I couldn't help but crack a grin as relief flooded through me. She was safe. I could already feel the hysterical laughter bubbling up. But that was quickly quashed as a new voice spoke from behind me.

"You're just as clumsy as your dear sister."

I whirled around and promptly dropped the phone as my eyes took in the dark figure standing at my feet. He was beautiful. Sinfully so. Dressed in all black, his pale skin stood out all the more. Agonizingly perfect and flawless, with dark hair sweeping across his forehead. And his eyes. Oh those eyes. My dreams didn't do them justice. Didn't do any piece of him justice.

"You." I breathed; eyes wide.

He suddenly tensed as our eyes met.

"You." He repeated.

Before I could blink, he was right before me, a gloved hand cradling my face. My mind was going haywire, trying to comprehend just what was happening. What was this pull I was feeling? What is this warmth? Did he feel it too?

"Your eyes." I whispered.

He arched a brow in amusement. "What of them?"

"They're beautiful. Like- like rubies." I stuttered quietly, feeling myself flush. "Am- am I dreaming again?"

Now both brows shot up. He probably thought I was crazy. And at this point he would be right. The boy that I had literally been dreaming about since I was a child was right in front of me.

"Y/N!"

The faraway crackle of my phone pulled me back to reality and I slowly picked it up, watching the boy in front of me. He made no move to stop me, only brushing a cool thumb across my cheek.

Wait, when had he lost the glove?

"I- I'm here."

"Did you hear anything I said?"

It was Alice Cullen

"Er- no."

"Listen," Alice began hurriedly. "I know this a lot to take in, but Alec isn't going to hurt you. It's- mates are a complicated thing in the vampire world."

"I'm sorry, what now?" I blinked rapidly as I tried to process what she was saying.

There was a low growl before I felt the phone being taken from my hands gently. I would be lying if that growl hadn't sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Cullen. Given your talent I think you would know that Y/N is perfectly safe with me." He leaned in as he tilted my head back, his nose running along my neck. "She is my mate after all."

My breath hitched at not only his words but the little nips and licks he began to trail along my neck, cool against my flushed skin. Oh gods, this could not be legal.

"Please inform Aro that Bella's sister will be coming to stay with us soon."

With a click he snapped the phone shut and molded his lips mine. I was pretty sure that my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Finally, he let me come back up for air with a small nibble on my bottom lip and burying his face back into my neck, his hands running down my sides in a slow caress.

"So- so you're Alec?"

He let out an actual purr at the sound of his name. "Say it again."

"You know people usually introduce themselves before making out right?"

There was a growl in response, and I almost let out a moan. Oh fuck, please stop doing that. It was doing weird things to my body.

"Alec."

He lifted himself up to look at me again, eyes no longer that beautiful ruby red but nearly pitch black. He kissed me again and again, swiping his tongue along my lower lip before delving into my mouth with a hunger that shot heat straight between my legs. This time I moaned. He chuckled as he pulled away, placing light kisses along my jaw until he reached my ear and nibbling yet again. Lord did this boy like to nibble.

"I will be back, mio cara."

Suddenly he disappeared just as my door opened and my dad stood there looking rather alarmed. I just blinked at him in a daze.

"I heard voices." He grumbled, looking for all the world like he had just rolled out of bed... which he had.

I felt my face heat back up, trying to figure out exactly what he had heard and trying to come up with an excuse.

"Uhm. I heard from Bella!"

For once my sister saved the day.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

f! Reader | no warnings

They're all 100% meant to be girl dads. I can't explain why, it'd just be so cute. Literally the safest baby on earth.

Alucard

"I'd trade anything I have just for a child with your eyes."

Sis, that man is dead. 😭 I doubt even with his powers that's in his range of possibility.

No seriously, you'll probably voice your wish metaphorically, meaning it as a compliment, but it will throw him into a full blown existential crisis. He hates not being able to provide you with whatever you want, after all.

The suggestion alone wakes a desire in him that he never even thought about before. He'll secretly dwell in self-pity, fantasizing about what it'd be like.

At some point, he cannot bear that it'd stay a mere dream and suggest adoption.

Anderson

"Huh? *points to some orphans playing in the background* Don't we have enough already?"

Takes him a moment to understand the gravity of your words. Error. Brain stopped working.

Even if you're already long in a relationship/have been intimate with each other, he'll get adorably bashful at the thought. Is shocked how excited the thought of your belly growing round with his child makes him.

I don't think he's entirely opposed to the idea, but he honestly sees all of the orphans as his kids. There's already so many children without a family that need love and care out there, right?

Well, in the end the circumstances would easily allow it, and he's got enough experience. One more certainly won't hurt.

The Captain

...alright? Doesn't need to be told twice. He is the kind of guy that just goes along with everything his spouse says.

Not to sound indecent but he's a man on a mission, so prepare to be dragged into the next best place to fuck at any given time. Welp, that's how he found out he's got a breeding kink.

Gets even more clingy and openly affectionate than usual. Seriously, he can't wait until it finally happens, he might even be more thrilled than you are.

Walter

"My dear, you have no clue how much your words mean to me."

Delighted and overjoyed. It's been a great wish his entire life, but due to the course of his life he gave up on this naive hope years ago. To ever think he'd be given this chance, and with you of all people...he's truly blessed.

Would be prepared for every eventuality and literally carry you on his hands. You're used to being coddled by him, but this is some queen treatment right here.

His gratitude knows no limits. You'll forever be reminded of how much your family and your willingness to carry this child means to him.

Maxwell

"Wha- why? Am I not enough for you?"

Ugh. Children? He can barely tolerate dealing with people in general. Seriously, you should know him better than that.

Still, he's surprisingly cooperative. If you insist, guess it can't hurt as long as they turn out like you...

The closer the due-date however, the greater his panic and regret. Doesn't think he's cut out to be a father.

Definetly cries like a dog when holding his child for the first time. It's the most precious thing he's ever seen and he ends up being the most loving parent, thriving to give them everything he had lacked as a child himself.

Endlessly showers you in praise for gifting him this miracle, and having convinced him to the best decision of his life. This probably won't be the only child you'll have.

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

The flight jacket…

"You’re going to freeze out there." "I’ll be fine." I drop to my knees and locate the missing dagger, hauling it out by the strap of the sheath before standing again. "Here." Xaden throws one of his flight jackets over me, trapping my hair. "If Garrick’s right and we’re under attack, then my guess is they’ll order the older years to staff the mid-guard posts, so you shouldn’t be out in formation too long. I can’t stand the thought of you being cold." Which means he’ll be leaving. My heart somersaults as I clumsily shove my arms through the sleeves of his jacket. He’ll be safe, right? It will just be a midland assignment, and he’s the most powerful rider in the quadrant. With my hands full of weapons, I don’t argue about him buttoning the flight jacket over my chest. "We have to get to formation." His hands cradle my face. "And if I have to go, then don’t worry. I’m sure Sgaeyl will drag me back in a few days." He leans in and kisses me hard and quick. "Wanting you will be the death of me. Let’s go."

Rhi cracks a huge yawn, then glances my way and does a double-take. "Violet Sorrengail," she whispers, moving closer. "Are you wearing Riorson’s flight jacket?" Liam’s head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing. "Why would you say that?" I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them, which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket. "Oh, I don’t know. Because it’s huge on you and there are three stars right here?" She taps where there’s only one star on her uniform. Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly. "It could be any third-year’s." I shrug. "With a Fourth Wing shield on the shoulder?" She cocks an eyebrow. "That does limit it a bit," I agree. "And a wingleader emblem beneath those stars?" she teases. "Fine, it’s his," I whisper quickly.

His words die abruptly as his focus drops to my shoulder. "Who the fuck's flight jacket are you wearing?" "—Really? It has third-year rank, Fourth Wing insignia, and a section leader designation. Who the hell's jacket do you think I'm wearing?" His jaw ticks. "It's Bodhi's, you territorial asshole!" That answer doesn't seem to help. "Are you serious right now?" I unbutton the fucking jacket and tug at the sleeves, but leather is a bitch when wet, and it takes a moment to yank it free. "I ran out of Battle Brief the second Devera clued me in that you'd been wounded. Yes, I left without leave. Then I flew eight hours at breakneck speed with an absolutely irrational Tairn, who thought if you'd been hurt, then Sgaeyl could have been, too. And now you pull some possessive, jealous, whose-jacket-is-that bullshit just because your cousin knew I was so panicked that I wouldn't stop for my own flight leathers?" I flat-out glare at his nonsensical ass and drop the jacket to the floor. "You can fuck right off!" A corner of his mouth turns up. "You were worried about me?" "Not anymore, I'm not." I see red. How can he find this amusing? "But you were." A slow smile spreads across his face, and his eyes light up.

"But I'm right here. You cannot protect me from every—" I glance over at the weight he slides into the deep sheath at my shoulder, the sheath that's only there because I'm wearing his flight jacket. "What is that?" But I already know. The alloy in the hilt flashes in the moonlight before it disappears, tucked against my arm. "I need you to be able to defend yourself no matter what happens. You're not the only one with bad dreams, you know." My lips part. "Xaden," I whisper, sliding my hands to his face and scratching my palms on the stubble of his cheeks. "I'm a lightning wielder. I'm never defenseless against venin." "You'll have to keep it hidden, of course." His voice turns gruff. "Sew a deeper sheath into wherever you're most comfortable." I nod. Right now, there's almost no chance anyone could spot it unless it was facing outward or they knew where to look, anyway.

His gaze drops to my collar, where there's a single silver line of lieutenant's rank. "You couldn't be bothered to wear your own uniform?" Varrish eyes Xaden's rank on my collar. "You do know that impersonating a commissioned officer is against the Codex, do you not?" Nora dumps my bag onto the stone floor, breaking the binding on my history book. Ouch. "Look, she has another one here." She hands Bodhi's jacket to Varrish. "Collecting them, are we?" Varrish takes the jacket without looking my direction. His focus is on the bag with the other two riders' He's going to take Xaden's jacket. I fucking know it. I glance up at Rhi, locking eyes with her through the slit she's left in her door. She cocks her head to the side silently, and I look pointedly to the dagger sheathed at my shoulder before lifting my brows at her. "It's just books, some flight goggles, and the jacket," Nora says. "A jacket that isn't hers," Varrish corrects her. "Just like the one she's wearing." "Check the one she's wearing," Varrish orders. "Since it's clearly not regulation." "I'm sorry," Professor Kaori says as he comes up behind me. "Did I just hear you order your... aides, or whatever it is you're calling them, to strip a cadet?" "It's a jacket. She's in violation of Article Seven, Section Three, which states that impersonating a commissioned officer—" Varrish starts. "It's Article Two, actually," I interrupt, folding my arms across my chest. The shoulder has way more give to it than what l'd expect, but I'm not foolish enough to draw attention to it by glancing down again. "And it says impersonating a commissioned officer is a punishable offense, not wearing someone's flight jacket. As you can see, I'm not wearing anyone's name tag, nor am I claiming to be someone I'm not." "She has you there, Vice Commandant." Varrish's eyes narrow on Kaori before turning to me. "I will have that flight jacket." He holds out his hand. I undo the buttons, begging my fingers not to tremble, and hand it over. Varrish goes through every. Single. Pocket. "Hmm." Kaori leans in my direction and cocks his head, sweeping his gaze over my uniform. "Her name tag here clearly says Sorrengail, and I note two of her squad patches. Doesn't seem to be impersonating anyone to me." "She is..." Varrish's face blotches as he comes up empty on the jacket. Varrish drops Xaden's jacket on the floor on top of Bodhi's, and his henchmen stand.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.35

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: A pushing building

From now on, I will only include GIFs of the boys who appear in the chapter. However, if none of them appear in a chapter, I randomly choose one of the boys and insert his GIF. But don't worry, I will add a warning that the character does not appear in this chapter.

(Brandon)

(Sky)

(Riven)

Tears fill my eyes as disbelief overshadows most of my thoughts. How can this be? Is fate truly this cruel?

"I didn't mean to upset you!" the guy I now know as Brandon interjects. He's holding his hands up defensively, and his eyes are still cloudy, so I'm guessing he's still not in his right mind after all this.

The reminder that it's not him but only Brandon brings me back to my senses. "Stone armor!" I mutter through gritted teeth. In an instant, my entire right arm is covered in thick stone, almost looking like plate armor. Without hesitation, I pull my arm back and hit Brandon before he can realize what I'm doing.

With a loud bang followed by a thud, he lands on the floor, unconscious, or so I hope. I really don't need a murder investigation right now. So I conjure the armor away and crouch down to his side to feel for a pulse. To my relief, there is one; it's faint, but it is there. To make sure that nothing too serious had happened to him, I also examined his head for injuries, and to my delight, I found none.

“Man, your head is harder than rock,” I mutter, chuckling, “What a waste!”

As I stand back up, the situation really dawns on me. How, in the name of the old ones, do I get him out of this small room without attracting too much attention? Dragging him across the floor like a sack doesn't feel right, but the thought alone still brings a brief grin to my lips. But the further image of someone running into me from behind and undoubtedly making a problem out of the situation immediately makes my smile disappear.

What would I say if that happened? 'Yeah, man, I was just taking him for a walk,' like an animal, or 'He just drank too much,' which wouldn't be a complete lie, but I can't even say what he drank. But I already know that I'm going to make sure he never gets his greedy, big, strong, imposing... Where was I? Oh yes, I have to prevent him from getting his greedy little grabbles on the alcohol that he had undoubtedly consumed in abundance.

I sigh and curse myself for getting into all sorts of strange situations. Why is it always me? Do the Leviathans despise me this much? And yet, with another heavy sigh, I surrender to the situation and accept it.

"You're lucky I'm not as bad a person as your entire group of friends seems to be," I mutter in exasperation, fully aware that he cannot hear me in the deep worlds of his surely despicable dreams, and I can only hope that I would not be in them. 

I quickly crouch down and try to pull on his arms and legs, but immediately have trouble moving him.

"Shit, you're heavy!" Grumbling, I couldn't believe this. "What are you eating, man? If your body didn't look like a fucking statue, I'd put you on a damn diet! Where the fuck are you hiding all that weight?" I curse under my breath like a battle-hardened soldier.

I try to lift him from different directions, but it takes a bit until I finally get a better grip. After this, it becomes much easier. Even though it's heavy, I somehow manage to pick him up and throw him over my shoulders. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his well-developed abdominal muscles, which, under other circumstances, I would gladly make my personal pillow on my back. Getting up after that is no problem. After all, I am used to carrying boulders on my back, so this is almost too easy.

But with Brandon over my shoulder, I'm faced with another problem. How the fuck am I going to get him out of this tiny room? The first problem is simply opening the door because I have to hold Brandon with both hands. However, with a little quick thinking, I push the handle down with my elbow, which resolves the first problem. What I didn't realize, however, is that the door is quite narrow. It must have been a miracle that Brandon even got through it unless the house had something to do with it.

I could only stare fiercely at the wall. However, I now know that I will have to exchange a few harsh words with the building the next morning. It feels like a trick on its part to set me up with someone it wants to see me with. It might have worked if Brandon had a real brain instead of hot air in his head, which is harder than metal.

I try to force us through, but the only thing I hear is me hitting him against the wooden frame. Even though his head is as hard as metal, I still don't want to hurt him any further. So I try to bend him, but even that doesn't work; seeing him in strange positions will amusingly haunt my daydreams for a while, though. When that doesn't work either, I feel something boiling up inside me, and before I know it, the frame has already broken into several pieces. A contented grin forms on my lips as I leave the room with a skip in my steps, only to nearly trip over my own little feet. When I look back, though, I see that the floor has moved up slightly, but before I tear the whole house apart, I close my eyes and count to ten. When I open my eyes again, the elevated ground has disappeared. I can only guess in the hope I didn't see it, but the building will know in the morning!

Anger wells up inside me again, but this time, I swallow it because I know nothing good will come of starting a fight with the building right now. It would only force me into another uncomfortable situation.

Still, I'll have to make it clear to the building that if it continues annoying me, I'll explode in anger. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, with righteous anger. After all that, I let out some of my magic. Shortly afterward, the ground shakes as I use my released magic to pull out the magic I gave to the building. Before I know it, one of the maids comes running up, apologizes on behalf of the building, bows, and asks me to stop what I'm doing. To say I'm stunned would be an underestimation.

It's the first time I've seen any of them since we got there, and once again, I'm overcome by a strange feeling of familiarity. Even with Brandon on my shoulder, I walk around her, looking her up and down, trying to figure out why I feel so strange around her. She doesn't seem uncomfortable or even freaked out (like I would feel), almost as if she doesn't feel anything. Her entire demeanor is strange and monotone, like there are no emotions in her body.

As I come back around her, I stare into her eyes, studying her again, only to suddenly see something. Quickly, I grab Brandon's shirt to hopefully keep him on my shoulder so I can use my other hand to take her forearm and twist it. The woman tries desperately to pull her arm from my grasp, but I only grip it tighter. Suddenly, her forearm crumbles like an old stone; although everything around that part is flesh and blood, the crumbling part is clearly stone. She tries to cover it up and lets out a small cry. 

Although my heart bleeds for her, I push her hand away and pull the partially crumbling stones from her wound, only for normal, red blood to ooze out. As I move her arm closer to my face, I see nothing but the blood of others, hear their screams, and beg me to end it for them. Shaking my head, I force myself out of those memories. Back in the moment, I reach into her open flesh that has not yet turned to stone, large, silent tears forming in the woman's eyes. But even the flesh feels normal.

I already have an idea of what this woman really is, but I can't believe it. How could I? Until now, it was just a legend, but now that I see it with my own eyes, how could I keep believing it to be a simple myth?

Now that I know the legend is true, I must do something before she dies. I hold her wound in my hand and imagine the deepest darkness of my homeworld, a place so deep inside that instead of scorching heat, one would suffer an icy cold that would chill one to the bone. I've never done this before, but I've heard of it once—just another legend, really, but knowing that many legends may be true.

Luckily, I feel a strangely strong connection to the frozen depths. Out of nowhere, a thunderous voice warns me not to disturb the sleeping. Annoyed, I let the invisible being from whom the booming voice originates know who I am. My words are met with an uncomfortable silence, so I channel most of my regained magic into the connection. The voice suddenly becomes quieter, the hostility disappearing almost instantly.

I have no way of knowing any secrets of my fairy magic, as I cannot ask anyone. But at this moment, I feel like I have found someone. I ask the voice for help and let it know what happened. But it remains silent; it only sends something through the connection, and out of nowhere, I feel something ice-cold at my fingers. Even though it feels uncomfortable, I do not take my hand off the woman's forearm.

At the same time, a happy sigh escapes from the woman's throat; relief is clearly visible on her former tense face. Only when the connection breaks do I raise my hand again; my hand is colored a dark blue color. However, the black-blue, soft, almost liquid stone in the woman's deep wound is more fascinating. Out of pure curiosity, I touch it, even scooping a little onto one of my fingers, and watch it expand. I quickly realize what it is for.

Before I know it, I'm ordering the woman to go to the others, scrape out everyone's wounds, apply a thin layer of this substance, and warm them in any way they like. She nods understandingly and is clearly grateful for my help. She bows to me again, calling me 'Prince,' before running away, holding her arm so nothing falls out.

Left behind, I can only shake my head; none of this is as expected. I just want to learn about my magic and become the best guardian fairy I can. But here I am, carrying a specialist on my shoulder, fighting everyone, and having hardly made any friends except the musclemen, but honestly, they are the best; at least they don't play any mind games.

When I reach our dorm room a few minutes later, I try to walk in, but something blocks me. Irate, I try again and am stopped again. I almost lose my shit, ready to murder someone. I turn my head slightly, and all the color drains from my face: Brandon's head is thrown clean against the wall. I curse myself inwardly, step sideways, and finally make it inside. With a flurry of magic, I close the door behind us.

The room is dark; the other two have apparently already gone to bed. I open the door to Brandon and Sky's bedroom and turn on the light, which causes the blonde to let out some annoyed noises, pissing me off even more. He tries to block me out and the light by putting his pillow over his head, but it doesn't work, which I can only guess because he groans even more annoyed.

"Why did you have to turn on the light?" He whines like a child. I abruptly turn my head and glare at him angrily, my sheer fury quickly silencing the blonde.

"Not only are you irresponsible, but you're also an immense bad influence," I shout at him, not caring who might hear. "Aren't you supposed to be his squire? Then how did he get out of the room, completely drunk, and force himself on me?" While I wait for an answer, he stares at me. Groaning, I let Brandon fall from my back onto his bed, taking off his shoes and socks while I tell Sky what happened, occasionally glaring disappointingly at him. After pulling his shirt over his juicy muscular torso, I pull his blanket over Brandon's body and finally turn back to Sky.

"If you ever allow him to drink what he had yesterday, I promise you"—I clench my fists and point at him with furious eyes—"I swear that Eraklyon will not have a crown prince anymore. Do you understand me?" Sky only stares at me with big, shiny, incomprehensible eyes. I don't even know if he's all there, so I walk over to him, grab his wide chin, and force him to look at me. "I will ensure that Eraklyon will suffer, fall apart, and be forgotten!"

Without waiting for an answer, I turn away from him, leave their room, and stroll into my own, where I fall into bed, annoyed.

***

Early the next morning, I find myself sitting in the cafeteria long before my roommates or anyone else is there; only a few other specialists training at such untimely hours accompany me there. Although Neil's group tries to get me to sit with them, I want to be alone for a little while.

As I dig into my third meal, the other seats at my table are suddenly occupied. I can only roll my eyes when I look up from my plate, but to my further confusion, only Riven acknowledges me with a glance, smiling briefly but quickly getting up to grab his own food. But Brandon and Sky, whatever they want to call themselves since they evidently have something to hide, are acting completely normal, cracking jokes, laughing, and doing what they normally would.

Their behavior makes me almost go crazy; why are they behaving like that? Can't they remember? I mean, they must have been pissed drunk, but still. Even staring at Sky doesn't do anything. The next moment, I stop digging through my food, realizing I'm either forgetful or stupid. Why do I still call him Sky when I know his real name?

"We're going to train!" I tell them without hesitation as I slam my cutlery onto the table. I finally get the attention I want. All three of them look at me with innocent, tilted eyes. "Put your stuff away; we're going to train now!"

I get up from the table, pick up my things, and put them away, only to return to the others, where all three are still staring at me uncomprehendingly. Anger boils inside me again, but I smile at them anyway and use just a little of my magic to fling their plates and cutlery into the air. With a speed that could have seriously injured someone, I hurl everything where it belongs.

“Let’s go now!”

[Masterlist]

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✨All we have is each other (In another life), ✨ Part 9: The kiss, the creche and the wizard

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summary: You kill some Githyanki (well, all of them, basically), talk to Lae'zel and swim with a cute otter. That has to count for something, right?

author's note: I apologize for the delay. Work has had me in a chokehold and I am trying very hard to return to the original posting schedule. Thanks for sticking around, I appreciate all your messages 🫶

content warning: Spoilers. All of them. Recreational drug use mentioned (alcohol)

taglist: @waterdeepwife @worfs-glorious-hair @astarioffsimpmain @sweetgemberry @jeneralmischief @enbyofwaterdeep @whiskeyskin (Let me know if you want to be on/off this list)

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“Wait—what?! You kissed him in that cute little cave, the one with the romantic light orbs you conjured like some bard trying to seduce a prince, and… nothing else? You haven’t talked about it? At all?! It’s been two days! Duck!”

You drop on command, Karlach’s voice ringing out with perfect timing: a spear whistles just over your head and sinks with a sickening crunch into a Githyanki’s eye. You flash her a breathless grin.

“Thanks, girl.”

“Don’t mention it,” she huffs, already swinging her great sword again. There is no time to dwell. Another soldier rushes you, and they look like they really want revenge.

You had not expected this many guards. Then again, you should have. You are in a gith creche. Of course it is crawling with fucking warriors, each more pissed off than the last. But this has not really been your focus for the past day, although it should have been.

The monastery ruins are stunning in a way that feels almost unreal. Caught in a perpetual golden hour, as if the sun itself cannot bear to leave. You wanted to linger, to take it all in, explore every mural, hidden corner and blocked wall.

But Lae’zel had been on edge, more irritable than usual, so you decided not to push your luck. You stopped once, on a crumbling ledge high above the world, to steal a quiet snack and a single deep breath. Then kept going.

You moved slowly through the ruins, deliberately so, wandering halls overgrown and half-swallowed by time. You told yourself you were looking for a way into the creche, but mostly you were stalling. Not the creche, not really, but what comes after.

“Not really,” you mutter, blocking a blade with your sword and twisting your dagger into your opponent’s side. “He’s been quiet. Avoiding me, I think. I mean - what do I say? ‘Hey, sorry I pressed my lips to yours in a highly vulnerable moment and exposed the entire aching core of my heart. Do you think we should talk about it over camp stew you cooked?’”

You flick blood from your blade and summon a quick firebolt, the impact throwing your opponent back. “Ugh. I don’t know, Kalla. I really don’t. I was too blunt. Too much. That’s what I do, I just… go for it. No finesse. No mystery. And I don’t think he liked it,” you conclude as the Githyanki falls.

“That was the last one, I guess?” Karlach scans the room, brow furrowed. Then, satisfied, she plants her hands on her hips and lets out a long breath. Around you lie the bodies of Githyanki soldiers and two wolves you had wished you had not needed to kill. They were beautiful. For a foolish moment, you had wondered if you could have kept them. Then again, might not be a good idea, with Shadowheart around.

Karlach turns back to you. “So let me get this straight: you kissed him in that glowing, dream-worthy little cave and then just left it there?”

You drop onto the stairs with a heavy sigh, dragging a piece of your new cape across your sword to clean it. It does not help much.

None of this has gone according to plan.

You kissed Gale. He kissed you back. He smiled and told you, gently, heartbreakingly gently, that now was not the time. No clarity on what this is, only the impression that he did not not want it. Just... couldn’t. Not now. Not with the orb. Not with the tadpole. Not with everything hanging in the balance. He did not flee. Of course he didn’t. He is too well-mannered, too composed for that. But he did leave, the moment it was decent to do so.

And the next morning, Lae’zel was already lacing up her armour and sharpening her fury. No time to explain, no time to stop her, no time to talk. The plan to not enter the creche today unravelled before breakfast. And now you are here, ankle-deep in blood, slicing your way through what is left of her people.

You rub your face with a sigh and instantly regret it when your hand comes away red. Karlach snorts and steps close, uncapping her waterbottle and pouring a stream of water over your face. You sputter and glare at her. She grins, full-toothed, like this is the best thing that has happened all day.

“Come on, soldier,” she grins, and you can tell she is not just talking about the blood. “It’s obvious. You two like each other. What’s the problem? The babbling wizard turns mute every time you’re around, and even you seem… sweet.”

You raise a brow. “I seem sweet? Oh, fuck you too!” You both burst out laughing.

“I mean it,” she adds, sobering slightly. “You’re both used to saying what’s on your mind. So what’s the holdup? Just talk to him.”

“About what, Kalla?” you ask, rubbing the back of your neck, exhaustion catching up with you in the silence after battle. “What the hell do I even say?”

About what, indeed. Hey Gale, I am not from this world but I somehow played whatever we are doing now for fun and dressed you up because I think you look even more dashing in black and – oh, yeah! Yes, I was aware this whole time. Yes, I am basically meddling with fate here, though I am not entirely sure how you perceive this but I am sure Lae’zel will loose her shit when she finds out… No, no! Don’t worry! Elminster is around here somewhere, he has a spell to basically calm the orb and let is feed on the actual Weave, the only downside is you have to promise to kill yourself in order to receive it. At least that is what he will propose which will occupy your mind for a while, so you won’t really have the mental capacity to talk about what happened in the cave…

You groan. This is insane. Even without knowing what they believe about fate, about choice, about whatever this mess even is, you know you cannot tell them.

Not this. Not the truth.

Your life was a game to me.

The thought hits too deep. You sign, bury your face in your hands. It comes away wet. Blood again. Still not yours, but it never really matters.

“What about—” Karlach starts, voice breaking the silence just as the door creaks open.

Shadowheart strides in, cheeks flushed with triumph, her grin wide and bright, Halsin in tow. Gale follows close behind, just as pleased, but you keep your eyes low. You try to make a point of not looking at him.

Halsin crouches before you. “Are you hurt?”

You lift your gaze, a reflexive smile tugging at your lips. “Not my blood.”

He nods. Quietly, with a soft grimace that might have been a smile if the day had not wrung it out of him. He squeezes your knee, then stands again.

“Good fight?” Karlach’s grin is sharp, half-joking. Shadowheart nods, already reaching for the water flask.

“Exhilarating,” she says, taking a long drink. “Pass me that cloth.”

A pause settles, feeling weirdly heavy.

“We need to find the Inquisitor,” someone says, eventually. You are not really listening.

“He’ll be at the end of the hall,” Lae’zel replies without hesitation. “All creches follow the same structure—uniform, as they should be.”

“You understand we might need to kill him, right?” you ask, quieter now. “If I understood right, he won’t let us leave with the artifact.”

“I am not blind to it,” she answers. “I do not like it. But our course remains unchanged.”

So, you walk the path. What else can you do?

The fight is brutal, but by now, the blood does not bother you. You have learned to crave the adrenaline, the focus, the sharpness your mind snaps into you once the action begins. But beneath it all, you are still just worried.

You always worry. It has become a constant. You know what this will mean for Lae’zel. What is waiting just beyond the mountains. And the moment the thought of Elminster drifts into your mind, your stomach knots. He might be able to help you, though, although his message will shatter Gale.

You glance his way in the middle of the chaos of fighting around. You glance over to him – eyes glowing, voice commanding, a study in elegance and prowess – as your sword clashes with one the the guards.

Anger floods your system. It was easier when this was just a story. Easier when you could lean back, pick a dialogue option, and pretend it did not matter. But now you are here, sword locked with an armoured guard, and you know what is coming for Lae’zel. The betrayal. The god who will load the metaphorical gun and press it to her head, demanding obedience through clenched teeth.

None of this is fair.

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to help you further avoid overboard

This isnt to say that I dont want to write I just simply Cannot.

1. Do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

Kind of depends. All my stories tend to start with a scene, an image, a line. And then I just build it from there. You know this, but Ghosting started with just an image of Jay’s outline as the green light swung past—but he wasn’t really there, just the shape of him remained.

2. Talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Oh man I don’t know. Usually it’s a side character or an OC taking up more space than intended. It’s kind of small but I didn’t intend for Lewes Mason to become so dear to Jay at the end of 1916 in Gatsby. Nor was Dan supposed to (SPOILER) break Jay’s leg.

4. What is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest?

Okay not the longest but the most intense: the role reversal au. For those unfamiliar: The day after he buries Jay, Nick wakes up once more to summer 1922 to find Jay alive—but not well—next door, living with Dan Cody, who didn’t die in 1912 like he was meant to. Nick lives with his partner Chester McKee, who moved into the cottage with him in July. Daisy lives across the bay and she’s happily single and throws parties just because she can. Nick has to witness the abuse Jay undergoes with Dan and question if that’s really better than the world he left behind, where Jay is dead, while trying to work out just how this timeline’s Nick is meant to act (and avoiding what that means for his own hypocrisy.) So Jay is trapped with the awful partner, Nick is (supposed to be) more comfortable in his sexuality and actually building a life worth living, and Daisy is…well, unbound and carefree.

9. Would you want to see a movie/tv adaptation of your work?

I want Gatsby to be a tv show more than you could ever understand. A chapter per episode, with 1922 being a two-parter. Something along the lines of Anne with an E but more explicit just due to the nature of what occurs in the story, perhaps with a little Bridgerton mixed in since I think the soundtrack would end up being modern songs (yes I have songs that go along with specific scenes that are fully directed in my head. Like “Baby You’re A Rich Man” by the beatles playing at the very beginning of 1922 as it sweeps across Jay’s sunny gardens and down his pristine halls, ending on “baby you’re a rich man too” as jay cracks open his miserable eyes to another hateful day alone in this palace. Or “until it doesn’t hurt” by mother mother playing as jay rots in his bed at robert’s after dan dies and it plays as a sort of time lapse of robert checking on him and feeding him and all, until it gets to “I wanna get it but I gotta stay inside” etc, which is where jay starts to force himself out of the bed and collapses and tries to drag himself out of the room. Camera hold on the empty doorway as “I wanna know but I gotta stay inside” echoes off into silence as jay has dragged himself out of the room, out of camera view, down the hall. I have others as well. Entire episodes. Full sequences. Shots. Casting. Yknow. All I do is dream these days

11. What’s something you’ve learned while doing research for a fic? Do you worry about research?

Sorry to answer backwards but all I ever do is research. And yeah I learned about William Taft getting mad about cocaine. And just about the Boston Brahmin in general

21. Pick a writer to cowrite a book with and tell us what it’s about

Does dragging Fitz to 2025 and explaining to him that Gay is Okay until he agrees to write what he was always meant to write count?

Nah I don’t know. @cuttoothom and @irisbleufic are some living authors I’ve interacted with, and they both would be neat to collaborate with at some point. A guy can dream I guess!

29. Give us a spoiler

Jay dies at the end of Gatsby.

81. If you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

Editing and revision are allowed. It doesn’t need to be perfect the first time you write it to ‘prove’ you’re a good writer (speaking to me at one day younger than I am now and also ten years younger)

93. Do you hear other people’s writing styles when they talk?

I would if y’all wrote anything for me to read 🔪🔪🔪🔪

98.

Holding my hands when I say this.

If you don’t work on that fucking pacing I’m gonna kill you. WHY. Is one chapter 50k words. And the next. Is 10k. Why are we spending six pages watching jay go shopping by himself. That’s embarrassing are you not embarrassed

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my take on the OFMD s2 finale: fuck that

(major spoilers continuing from here)

it’s sweet that the crew now also has zheng, auntie, spanish jackie and the swede is back, the reunion kiss was the sweetest thing ever, i loved lucius and pete’s wedding etc etc but there’s some things i can’t look past.

let’s get into izzy. izzy went through a lot this season. he started off as someone we were meant to dislike and slowly evolved into the only reason the crew was alive and functional. they became his family, and he became their new, true leader. their new unicorn, if you will. they cared for him, they loved him, and he loved them back. hell, he even had that sweet speech about piracy that made me tear up!

but then he died. and this isn’t the bury your gays trope, since the show has dozens of happy gay people and a lot of queer joy, but the redemption through death trope - or at least a poor attempt at him.

look at me. izzy got all the redemption he needed. he proved himself. he was happy. he was content. he had a good life ahead of him. and then he died.

his final words didn’t even mean anything, because ed still left the crew (along with stede). and this is sweet because they got to fulfill their dreams of having an inn, but this would have been better if izzy’s speech was just slightly different. or if it was like it canonically is, then it should have been established the crew was going to visit, or the inn was temporary, or ANYTHING.

back to izzy - i’m not mad he died. i’m mad the timing was horrendously bad. a single 28 minute episode is not enough to have ed’s character arc evolve, a sweet reunion, lots of drama and comedy, kill izzy off, have a lupete wedding, and have gentlebeard stay behind to have an inn. there should have been one or two extra episodes. there should have been more time to mourn izzy! i was sobbing my ass off and the show had already moved on to the wedding - i mean, what?? are we just not meant to care? i get that he had that burial, and he was shown as the last frame in the show yes, but how much tribute is that? stede’s dialogue made it seem like he barely cared when we knew the two had gotten closer! i get that he may have had conflicting emotions and this show is a comedy, but come on, people, you can do better!

the inn idea is sweet but i don’t see it lasting. the fourth episode really makes me wary of this idea because those two girls really fucking hated that domestic lifestyle bro!!! also, ed just accepted himself as a pirate outside of blackbeard, he just forgets that life? that’s bullshit. you can’t just spend the entire season exploring ed’s character as a pirate and then drop the pirate part. you can’t!!!

still mad about izzy. still confused about why everyone was in such high spirits after his death despite, you know, them getting along with him amazingly this season and loving him so deeply. but whatever, i too would be back at sea and giggling after my (at heart) captain died. in fact, i would even get married after that! yay, ring those bells! (/sarc)

i loved the wedding but you cannot tell me it wouldn’t have been better if there had just been more time between izzy’s death and it.

also. i’m pretty sure so many other characters walked off wounds in that exact area izzy got shot in... but i guess... plot armor??

tl;dr: i’m pissed off at OFMD’s season two ending, especially the way izzy’s death was handled.

yeah, i’m not happy with this. at least put me out my misery and announce this is the last season. dragging it on for longer would not work.

ending words: i would have been much more content with izzy dying if he was given more time, if his death was handled better, and if his speech had meant anything at fucking all to ed.

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That nepo baby au sounds hilarious! Mikasa having this really strict superior who's always picking on her but secretly a lot of this pent up anger towards her is due to how badly he wants to fuck her.

Just imagining Armin badmouthing him and telling Mikasa to try and stay away from him as much as possible but Mika's just like 🥺, for some reason she still wants to get close and learn more about him, can sense that there's something more to his behaviour towards her.

And she's right because it's the fact that she constantly haunts his dreams at night. Her showing him a glimpse of cleavage, her slowly lifting her skirt, being such a tease, tormenting him with what he can't have. Pulling her panties to the side to show her pussy but the second he's about to see anything, the dreams always end. Leaving him hard, frustrated and even more angry towards her. Makes him act even meaner towards her the next day and Mikasa's just like ???

IM SO SORRY BABE IT'S NOTHING LIKE THIS !!! IT'S MEAN, IT'S VERY MEAN!! IT'S NOT FUNNY AT ALL LOL !!! im in my enemies to lovers era and when i say enemies i mean he literally cannot stand her, HATES HER ! bc he's jealous and thinks she's a nepo baby sleeping her way up the ranks lol I have also unfortunately missed my zine deadline but that's okay I will try to post it soon anyway to promote the zine !! but it's okay now I can give y'all snippets !!! 🤠🤠 I just kept making him meaner lol

She gets some good hits in, too, takes gleeful satisfaction in a punch to his jaw that she hopes will leave a mark. The hit had actually caused him to grunt and his eyes to narrow before he���d jabbed her in the ribs. 

Despite her best efforts, he takes her out with a punch to the solar plexus so charged it knocks the wind out of her, and she tastes blood. Mikasa staggers for a moment as the air is dragged from her lungs in a forceful wheeze, and Eren doesn’t hold back, taking her to the floor in an instant. 

His thighs bracket her own, and he presses her to the floor, she can feel every inch of hard muscle against her. His forearm is at her throat, his other hand braced next to her head, keeping his full weight from crushing her. 

She hasn’t been taken down like this since the last time she sparred with Levi, and it enrages her in a way she’s never felt before. 

Eren doesn’t let her up right away, not even when she gives in, spitting the words out with venom, “I yield.” 

He leans down, his arm crushing into her windpipe, and Mikasa chokes a little as her airway is completely cut off. Her superior seems to revel in it, his lips quirking up as she struggles, her hips pushing up against his as she tries to wrestle free of his grip. 

Then much lower, a whisper against her throat as he eases off of her, “And I told you no favouritism, so stop squirming like that, keep those pretty legs of yours shut unless you want to get fucked,” the words are poison on his lips and Mikasa gasps at the insinuation, “But like I told you before Mikasa, bribery won’t do you any favours here.” 

Eren pulls back, nonchalant as he stands up, barely sparing her a glance. He doesn’t even offer to help her up, and Mikasa is left breathing hard on the floor, swallowing for air like his arm is still on her neck, cutting off her circulation. 

They’ve gathered an audience, she can sense it, Jean’s overly concerned form in the corner of her vision and Sasha waiting in the wings to help her up the second Eren decides she’s no longer interesting. 

Eren throws her one last measured glance, “I guess you’re not bad, Ackerman, but you’re not great either.”

[starakex]

Wurmple Build Log

Guess who's back to drop another overly detailed post about a cosplay project. Another Pokémon one, unsurprisingly! My dumb ass made a Nargacuga fursuit head back in 2020 so I could learn how to work with upholstery foam. It looked... alright... but I know in my heart it was a horrible, horrible mess. Fast forward to 2023, I go to a 3-day convention, wear a bunch of different heavy wigs the whole time, get a rash on my forehead and think, fuck it, I am cringe and I am free, I'm gonna finally live the dream and make a Pokémon suit. It'll be great, and I won't have to wear a wig; I'll just have to worry about heat strokes instead. Fun! Of course, in true shitpost fashion, my perfect fursuit candidate has 10 legs and is shaped like a sausage.

Click on over to read the wondrous tale of building a Wurmple Partial Suit in like two weeks.

1. The Worm

Wurmple started as a dumb little sketch in the corner of my notebook. I have a lot of cosplays and plushes under my belt but the last fursuit (head) kinda looked like it would belong in a bootleg Freddy Fazbear establishment, so I brainstormed over a bunch of Pokémon I like that would work as a partial and are simple enough in design to avoid accidentally creating Uncle Uncanny 2.0. The goal was something that would be relatively comfortable and easy to bring to events 'cause I'm just not mentally prepared to drag a suitcase in public transport and wear a full body sweat carpet yet. I ended up doodling a few ideas like Haunter or Koffing, but then I pictured a Bug Catcher trainer with a bug head and I thought it was funny as hell, so the choice was made. I picked up my copy of Alpha Sapphire to get a good look at the model and immediately ran into a problem; the eyes on Wurmple are literally on the side of the head. They sit so flush you literally cannot see them if you look at them from the front. Not a great start. I figured I could probably hide a small hole for vision right above the mandibles where the red and cream colors separate. I wasn't super confident it would work, but dammit, I was already commited to being a stupid Bug Bug Catcher. Similarly, I looked at the side profile and figured I could open a hole behind the mandibles at mouth height to breathe out of. With an disproportionate amount of confidence for the bullshit I'm about to summon into the world, I began the project by patterning out the tail.

2. Bug Ass

I'll be honest, I started on the tail so I wouldn't have a reason to back out of it if the head ended up being a hot mess. I've patterned out and sewn a few plush before, so making a big ol' headless grub sounded like a reasonable goal. I usually make plush patterns by building out the shape with newspaper and tape, but Wurmple's tail got pretty big when scaled to fit a human, so I searched for alternatives. I ended up building the base shape to draw a pattern out of by taping two pillows together. I tied down small sections to shape the belly and slapped a layer of masking tape over half of it to trace my pattern. Once everything looked good, I cut the pattern pieces out and laid them flat. The pillows were returned to the couch safely once they recovered from the barbaric treatment.

I dug through my materials storage (a sad lonely plastic bin) for some Trash Fabric ™ leftovers from other Trash Projects ™ and tested the pattern out to see how it looked. I made the pattern for the spikes and legs at that point based on the test build and adjusted some seams on the tape pattern to refine some shapes, but overall the first pattern was a great success!

With the mockup done, I pulled out the minky fabric and got to sewing the tail together. I picked minky for the project 'cause it felt right for the cartoony 3d models to have that smooth short-pile look in real life (kinda like the official mascots, really). I was aware the margin for error when your fur pile is 3mm long is basically non-existent, but hey, at least I could work without a respirator on unlike fur! Sewing the body of the tail was pretty straightforward; I assembled the belly panels together, stitched the darts on the red parts to form the curve, and attached the backside of the zigzag spikes to it. I assembled the top and bottom halves together, tacked each zigzag down in place by hand, and filled the whole thing with polyester stuffing to see my beautiful bug sausage take shape.

Once I was sure it everything looked good. I stitched six little white legs and attached them onto the belly by hand using the belly seams as a guide.

Before moving on to the top spikes, I took a break from handsewing to build the tail base. It's a little nub made out of sandwiched upholstery foam with a belt running through a channel carved into the foam. It's topped off with a layer of high density EVA Foam glued at the base to keep the anchor point sturdy. Huge thanks to Neffertity for her tail tutorials as this was the main inspiration behind the method I used for the tail attachment. The foam nub goes about a quarter of the way through the tail, with the rest of it being filled up with the polyester stuffing that was added earlier.

Once the tail attachment point was secured, I started sewing all the spikes for the top half of the tail, stuffed them, and then stitched each of them to the tail by hand. Once they were all stitched on securely, I sewed the back closed with one last minky piece and Wurmple's tail was complete!

(Looking back, I could probably have machine stitched the legs and spikes on... But I was watching some really good Resident Evil Randomizer streams while handsewing these, so I didn't wanna get off the couch to work on the pattern again)

I'm so glad I started with the tail. It was basically a big plush, and I was so proud of the results when I was done that I was energized to start working on the head. Oh right, the stupid worm head with no vision.

3. The Head

Building up the shape of Wurmple's head was simple enough. I began by building a bucket head base out of upholstery foam by following Skyehigh's Studios old tutorial (new one linked here) and slapped some paper on it to figure out the size of the main elements; the mandibles and the eyes. I immediately regret following the tutorial steps for the eye holes, since I Forgot We Weren't Gonna Be Doing That, and mark where my cyclops eyehole is generally going to be instead.

Once I was satisfied with my patterns, I cut some more upholstery foam slabs, carved them with scissors until I got down to the general shape of the mandibles and horns, and glued them onto the base. I immediately got another stress injury carving everything down and realized I did not learn from my wig ventilating mistakes. I took a break to add a turkey carver to my online shopping bookmarks, which I immediately forgot about until I sat down to write this post. Since I was using minky for this project, I needed to make sure my base was as smooth as possible. The fabric is so thin it would pick up every wrinkle ever and look sad if I didn't. I dug into the bin for some Trash Felt ™ and glued it over the mandibles to smooth things out and added some mesh to the holes of the bucket head base to keep the curved shape of the head going without sacrificing those sweet ventilation holes. I also added my vision hole and marveled at my horrifying Mando helmet abomination. At that point in time I'm having some big doubts about the vision hole, but I trudge on because I'm not just gonna wear a bug ass to these conventions.

With the base complete, I covered the whole thing in tape and drew over it like I did with the tail to create a pattern, made sure to forget to take pictures of said pattern so that this step is lost to time, and started sewing the head fabric so I could slap some skin on this bad boy, starting with the horns. At the same time, I stitched the darts on the mandibles, pinned that to the head for later, and assembled the red halves of the head together on the back seam to test the fit.

With the test fit successful, I pulled the red part off in order to machine stitch it to the front half of the head along the zigzag edge and slipped the whole thing over the head again. With everything in place, I painstakingly handstitched everything up, including the side of the mandibles and the horns.

Somewhere in the magical stretch of time between midnight and 5 in the morning, I somehow summoned the inner lining of the head out of french terry knit, a tape pattern and a dream. I also painted a little piece of buckram for the eye mesh to match the red fabric and glued that to the inside of the head. I included a little velcro pocket on the back of the neck in the lining to insert a powerbank for the fans (which I then proceeded to procrastinate on installing for a whole 4 months afterwards). Since I'm an idiot and took no pictures signed an NDA with the Midnight Craft Wizard, here's a picture of the fan installation in the mandibles with velcro so they can be removed to wash it. (Fan kit by Henry's Helmet Fans)

Once the head was completed, I finally went to sleep. And then I woke up at noon and remembered I forgot the eyes WHOOPS I cut four circles out of high density EVA Foam (Two of them smaller for the pupils), heat shaped a slight curve to them, and covered them with minky. I glued the pupils to the irises and then I glued those suckers to the head and NOW THE HEAD WAS ACTUALLY DONE WOOHOO

Turns out hiding the vision hole right over the mandibles was... Actually a decent idea, in the end. It blends pretty well into the face at a short distance. The mouth opening also isn't visible in most angles so I can actually breathe pretty well, and I can even wear a portable necklace fan and have it blow hair into the head without making poor Wurmple eat the fan.

I took it for a test run and realized the eye vision in the suit was actually pretty damn bad overall because the minky covered half of the original hole up, especially on the sides. I took a heat gun and some scissors to the head so I could peel it back around the vision hole, cut some material out to open it up more, and glued everything back down with a new piece of mesh. Now I have like 40 more degrees in my cone of vision, which puts me on par with some of the guys in Metal Gear Solid.

With those adjustments done, the head was finally complete!

4. Get Worm'd on

Turns out I like it a whole lot, whoops. It's definitively not perfect (what costume ever is?), but it looks leagues better than I expected it would, so it works out. Looking back, I don't think I'd really do anything else differently on the build. I still got to make the Bug Catcher outfit to go along with it, but with winter in full swing there's no rush to do so. Definitively looking forward to making a net, though!

If you're still reading, thank you for getting through my ramblings! I hope it was an interesting read, and maybe even provided some insights or inspirations for your own future projects.

❤️

[annnaanya]

an ode to twenty.

i blinked and suddenly, i am no longer 12, or 15, or 18. i am no longer a child.

I complain a lot. Awfully a lot for someone who hasn’t experienced much at all. May it be over something I cannot control, may it be about someone who has a mind of their own. Stepping into the 20’s club was a journey I never thought I’d get to experience ever. I never planned on living this long, but I guess it’s not too bad. You get your ups and downs, but everything matters, right? Could be for the better for or for the worse, but everything qualifies to be packed up to experience. On the brighter side, it's a more valid reason to complain.

Oh, 20. You’ve done a number on me. If I didn’t know better I wouldn’t have recognized the girl who I was before you. I blinked and suddenly I’m no longer a child. Suddenly, I’m dragging myself out of bed, making myself pretty to pretend like nothing ever fazes me, even if everything does—everything shakes my very being, but I’ve learned to never blink even when things go downhill. I’ve learned how to function even when I’m under the bus, getting drowned in the mud that I personally made myself. I’ve learned how to push through even through the moments that feel suffocating—even through moments that feel like it’s never going to end. I’ve learned how to let go of the heavy things, maybe even some of the pretty things that make my heart feel nice in the name of pushing through. I don’t know how to feel about it, it doesn’t feel fair that I still don’t have the best decision making skills and my judgment is still basically questionable, but hey, if I’m still here, maybe I’m still doing something right, no?

I could go on picking bones on every single questionable thing I’ve done during you, but this is an ode after all, so I will refrain. You’ve done good amid it all, I guess it’s only fair to tell you how proud I am of you. 6 months ago, you were told (by someone professional btw) that you were afraid of success, mostly because of the discomfort that it came with. While it’s already been years of fighting yourself, I’m glad you’re still winning. I’m glad that we’re still here. I’m glad you’re growing to be okay with the discomfort that life throws at you. You’re still shit at it, but you’re okay. You have people to hold on to. They want to be there for you, you need to stop gaslighting yourself that they don’t and that you don’t deserve them. It’s okay. It’s cheesy, but man, everything will be alright in time. You’ll figure it out eventually. 

Life didn’t stop when you were 15. It didn’t stop (in no particular order) when you failed your finals, or when flunked out of the dean’s list, or when you were in the brink of not finishing your thesis on time for the defense, or when some guy broke your heart, or when you physically didn’t walk the stage to deliver your high school speech that you dreamed of for 6 solid years, or when you didn’t get to your dream college—it didn’t stop even if you were too tired to think straight. Life didn’t stop at 15 and all of the other times you wish it would. So now you’re here, finally at 21. It’s not what you expected it to look like, but hey, it’s going to make sense in the long run. Just hold on. You have loved and lost and you’re going to feel more of those but it’s always better to love and have lost than to lose and never have loved at all. 

Fuck whatever happens at 21, let yourself have fun even just for the hope of it all.

[cassiasims]

list of top 10 noncanon witherward universe ships as cooked up by tumblr user cee cassiasims:

1) eliot/ollivan. the og ‘wouldn’t it be funny’ rarepair. in an imaginary universe with witherward book 3 where they inevitably would’ve met (ollivan self-exiling to france and eliot daydreaming about visiting paris/mentioning how easy it is to dimension hop back to the witherward using portals in other countries is Not a coincidence) i would be so fucking insufferable about them. i am already insufferable about them. them having sex would make everyone’s lives worse including their own and i cannot help but root for it

2) ollivan/virgil/lev. far more problematic than ollivan/virgil (which will also appear on this list) for the sole reason of dragging lev into it. exists purely in my mind as a one off threesome that temporarily ruins ollivan’s friendship with them both and makes everything worse overall, much to lev’s disappointment. also virgil being the centre of a love triangle is just a really funny concept to me so

3) eliot/cassia. let’s just set aside the fact that cassia is a comphet lesbian for a moment. or maybe don’t! so many fun flavours for this one. hooking up all along while she’s with gedeon….right person wrong time….unrequited crush on eliot’s end that just leads to resentment….just walk with me for a moment. eliot/cassia is like the stem cell of witherward ships it can be anything you want it to be 💜

4) hester/alana. PROBLEMATIC AGE GAP YURI now cheer. ok yeah i guess alana could’ve had ollivan and cassia young and maybe the gap isn’t that big but still. i think they have messy hate sex and also i think hester is a stone top. came to me in a dream. technically they were in a room together that one time at fisk’s ball so it’s possible!!!

5) ollivan/virgil. really important to me that everyone knows this was canon TO ME given ollivan’s weird fucking resentment over virgil “abandoning” him to get a boyfriend but we’ll work with the letter of the law here. in my head this is a deliberate foil to the canon onesided jasper/ollivan with ollivan being in unrequited love with boybestie virgil. and also i think they fooled around a bit before virgil started seeing lev but neither of them deeped it that much. honestly this ship is like the foundation that enabled all my other non-canon insanity so we have a lot to thank it for

6) eliot/fowler. hatesex + the inherent eroticism of fucking your father’s murderer. makes so much sense it’s almost boring. next

7) ilsa/cassia. a bit weird since ilsa is famously the sister of cassia’s ex but that’s kind of a recurrent problem with the femslash ships in this series so i just ignore it. cassia canonically has a huge friendcrush on ilsa it isn’t hard to take it from there. see eliot/fowler on ‘makes so much sense it’s almost boring.’ next!

8) sybella/lev/virgil. another ship that exists because i think it’d be funny to psychologically torture ollivan (lev and virgil finally open their relationship but to his EX and not him). but also there’s a vision here…ollivan did promise society secretary to lev and virgil and presumably they got the position when sybella got promoted to president after ollivan left. and they do search camden together as a group of 3 in wayward. i think virgil is honestly just lev-sexual but if he’s tolerating any third it’s sybella tbh they have complementary personalities. and also it’s funny

9) sybella/cassia: another ‘let’s give ollivan psychic damage’ ship, this time with his ex gf and his baby sister. but also there’s roots here…sybella and cassia genuinely do have a lot in common and sybella advocates for cassia a lot in wayward. and also i think cassia needs someone firm to shock her into her gay awakening. did i mention it’d kill ollivan

10) eliot/cassia/gedeon: maybe polyamory could’ve saved them. probably not but it’s fun to try. plus you can call them the zoo trio and that’s so cute. if this were going down a canon friendly slant it’d be eliot as cassia and gedeon’s third but idgaf. in my fantasy world gedeon waits hopefully outside cassia’s bedroom door in case she graciously allows him to be her and eliot’s third once in a blue moon. and that should be respected.

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Yellowjackets season 3 episode 8 liveblogging

MistyNat save me

FLASHBACK?

GHOST!JACKIE?

Oh we are eating tonight, fellas

Oh I NOTICED THAT! She's scanning various body parts and HOT CHOCOLATEY MILK MIXTURE! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING! *also ears, I noticed

lol she made ghost!Jackie feel bad

"Is this really what my life is gonna look like" no, worse

is this a dream adult Shauna is having or a memory of a dream teen Shauna had?

That line about them being drawn to the light though.. Was that a hint that Shauna lit the cabin on fire? Is this what we're supposed to be thinking now?

Anyway, I guess we'll find out if so and so plays blah blah blah soon. Now maybe even. Usually they drag shit out forever, so I wonder if they'll actually give us some answers straight off the bat here.

I'm seeing a backpack. And kids drawings. This woman has a family. Wonder if that will hamper Shauna's plans.

Oh lmao I guess it IS Alex?

And she's gay

Shauna you can't kill her, she's one of your peoples!

MELISSA

I KNEW iT!

THE FUUUUUUCK?

Do we think Shauna's pissed or jealous or both?

This was cute though. Melissa already looks more well adjusted than any of the other yellowjackets. She'll probably go downhill and shit from here but like, yeah. I mean she called her Kelly, so presumably she changed her name, faked her death Travis style or something.

Interesting development though.

lol she got her ass with that "how about we both put the knives down, we're not in high school anymore" bs

Wait

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SHE MARRIED THE DAUGHTER OF- SHE MARRIED HANNAH'S DAUGHTER? ALEX? THAT WAS ALEX? AND SHE WAS KELLY!?

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Misty, I love you, never change.

*Continues to be in denial about Van dying, Taissa style*

I've NEVER seen Tai yell at Misty before and lose her shit like this.

Oh Taissa is locking IN

Misty noooooo!

Tell me they didn't leave her all night long.

Fuck everybody and their aunts

Don't worry Misty, I'll save you

Aww her glasses cracked

It wasn't by Natalie's betrayal but it was by betrayal nonetheless (to me anyway)

and her nose is bleeding.

Just come into my arms Misty, I'll take care of you. :'3

^ Me and Natalie and our daughters Misty and Lottie or whatever

Okay so Travis and Akilah aren't going back with the archer guy, they want him to lead them out. So my guess is he probably overpowers Travis, gets killed in the process and takes Akilah out too, cause there's no way they're getting out alive. Either way Travis is definitely gonna have Akilah's blood on his hands by the end of the season. I've said it before and I'll say it again.

I'm glad he told her the truth and all, but this guy for sure cannot get them home, he's full of shit, and probably a grifted who killed their original guide and took his shit and is on the lam, running from the cops, the scars a memory of some past misadventure or some shit.

Akilah for sure bought into Lottie's stuff though, I saw her touching up her lil purple (HELIOTROPE I MEAN) flower. She's not sold. Or at least she's reserved about him. Who would blame her though.

The whole setup is sooooooooo off though

Honestly imagine being a teenage black girl being asked to trust and follow two white guys off into the woods, all alone, and ditch all the other girls in your group to do so. I'm so scared for Akilah

I know they wont go the sexual assault route in this show, but still the way I would have been shitting my pants? Even if they don't assault her, the very real threat of death is there. And being forced to abandon all the other girls in the group? Travis has no brain at all tbh. Risk your own life all you want but don't take my baby girl Akilah with you.

Oh I love my clever girl

Hansel and Gretel that shit

MISTY!

You ALSO CLEVER GIRL!

GO Save my baby Akilah.

I feel bad cause Misty probably thinks they're going back to their shelter and she's in for like the hike of her life. She's got those little legs too X_X

I got so immersed I forgot to comment during this whole scene

a lot of notes

the jackers were national news, their parents looked for months, but presumably due to the storm and the flight plan changing they were looking elsewhere (600 miles north of the original path I believe they said they were)

the scene was kinda funny with everyone talking over one another and Shauna fighting with Natalie for control

Poor Natalie sounds so upset. Shauna angry. Melissa wants all the beef with her rn.

Hannah trying to glaze up the yjs. Tai trying to act humble. Van like 'oh this old thing? Yeah, my boo built this.'

Misty coming in CLUTCH!

I thought she would have followed them, not come back to get the gang. They'll probably save Travis's ass but Akilah's gonna be gone.

Tai sitting down next to Hannah like "glaze me more about the huts. I built them myself you know. Out of real sticks and dirt. Yeah I know all about dirt. Ate the crap out of it in the first season."

Why are we getting a scene of the Joels and Callie and Jeff right now though? What the hell do they have to do with everything? Bfr. You guys need to stop asking for more Jeff and shit, this is annoying.

At least we're getting some Misty to dull the cringe and boredom of dealing with Jeff. Still though.

Love that she kept Van and Taissa's privacy and didn't tell Jeff Van was sick.

Misty's still investigating Lottie's death. Almost forgot about it for a moment. With the excitement of Melissa and all. Only time I wanna see Jeff is when he walks into his bedroom with a salad and catches Shauna and Melissa there.

Misty hanging up on Jeff. Tell me teen Misty would have ever thought little old her would be hanging up on cool Jock guy Jeff whateverhislastnameis

MIsty got that man HEATED though XD lmao

Lmao she faked her death Alison DiLaurentis styyyyyyyllle

"are you still in love with me?" Shauna, babe, your hubris is almost as big as your yeeties.

"Honestly I never was" SHOTS FIRED

She really dumped Shauna Travis style

"After we got back I was no longer one of you and you scared the absolute shit out of me"

shit they DID do stuff when they got back. Fuck. How the fuck they get away with it? Did they go back? i'm so confused...

Melissa DID have a wholesome ass life :'3 I think I'm lowkey starting to like her now. At least her adult self. Nah, teen self too. This episode is very redemptive.

Shauna pulled out that dom mommy shit. fuck I can't lie I'd sit too.

Akilah turned the tables on them

AKILAH YOU BOSS

Travis will turn coat every which way why the fuck did Natalie ever even look at him? stg

Akilah saved Travis's ass

Natalie taking charge again. She said Shauna you can pretend to be boss later, the big boys are talking.

So they're six days from the rescue point/rescue/help/etc. Check out tbh. Walking 8 hours a day for 6 days, at what? 2 miles per hour? 96 miles. They said the hikers were lost 100 miles from where they found the yellowjackets? Something like that... They were really relatively close to being rescued the whole time, just didn't know how far and in what direction. If Taissa's expedition didn't end so catastrophically bad...

also I just remembered I did a character ai where my character ran off from the group after a thing happened and eventually found help and shit and it's nice to maybe have that validation that it was kinda possible. Completely random tangent but yeah.

Shauna remembered she wants to be leader and tried to object but like you're just gonna bark the same orders atp who cares, Shauna?

Misty raises a good point. I think a good way to ensure their cooperation is not to threaten them or make them bury the body, but rather, you know, give him a pyre so there's NO body and no way of knowing what happened.

Same as coach Ben's body. Say they didn't want to risk attracting predators or for disease purposes, they burned the bodies after a while. Would explain Jackie's.

Melissa raising good points.

Shauna really said that was an intentional community. Honey, you drank the kool-aid, didn't you?

I was right about Natalie's death spurring this on.

Barbara is an astrology girlie, isn't she?

Honestly checks out cause Melissa WOULD be dumb enough to blow her cover and fake identity for closure and stuff and risk her own life and the life of her loved ones by reaching out to her ex tbh

Seeing that hat so close to Melissa but not on her head. At least the therapy for her hat addiction is working a little.

Shauna: You're some evil genius! You killed Lottie! You tried to kill me!

Melissa, three states away and twelve chapters behind: Lottie's dead too?

I love how much this season showcases that MISTY IS THE NORMAL ONE.

Tai needs other Tai but Van banished her to the shadow realm. Damn.

This scene's so whimsical. Mari with the slurpee. Misty with the... oh wow we just saw so much of Misty's ass right now. Misty the autistic noodle day-dreaming of that 3ply TP. Van sleeping on essentially a cloud. I dunno dude, Lottie's wilding out though and she's already taken one of them out. Imagine she makes Akilah take out Kodiak and Hannah or whatever.

Aww not Tai pulling away

I'm actually gonna cry

like I knew she was gonna pussy out but not this quick

Taissa makes many good points though.

Alright, here's what they have to do: They ALL need to marry each other so they can't testify against one another in court.

Just imagine. If I was there, I could have been MRS *jollylastname* Scatorccio.

Oh shit, is TAI gonna lock in and do it?

MAN WITH NO EYES, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

Yeah if he's a Shinigami/death portent like I believe he is, or at least ushers other Tai or whatever, and that's her now. Yeah, bye Kodiak. I'd say it was nice knowing you but that's not true, I'd be lying.

Ooooh Melissa's being so fucking normal!

Shauna what the fuck even was that?

Shauna giving toxic artsy boyfriend like no one's ever done before

Apology hat was kinda sweet though ngl

oooh it's that bug!

GIRL I SAW YOUR ADULT SELF YOU DEFINITELY USED THAT GYM MEMBERSHIP!

Shauna. Shauna killed him. For sure. Shauna and Taissa.

is this what's gonna separate them into clans? Killing this guy?

Tai and Shauna with this group that wants to stay, including Lottie, and Van lowkey, and Misty and Nat either splintering off with Travis and Mari and stuff because they're upset because of what they did? I feel though that if this is what separates them, they wouldn't get back together again. Plus it's too late in the season for them to start another coup. Like it's too late in the year I mean for them to break off from the group and start over and make huts and shit before winter.

Winter is probably gonna be the end of this season, and then next season all winter, and then one more in the spring summer months, assuming they let the teen timeline go that long pre-rescue.

Anyway. Seems the memory is either mixing with this memory or the memory of the grocery store is a dream she had during the teen timeline that she's remembering in the adult timeline or idk

Melissa being lowkey bbgirl

Shauna: I'm not insane

Melissa:

Anyway, Melissa's serving cunt

jeff is being a pathetic malewife, what else is new?

So Jeff and Callie and I are in aggreeance. No one is after Shauna. Which makes me change my mind and now believe Shauna. Someone is definitely after SHauna.

Oooh Wonderwall.

And the Sadeckis are going home.

Do we think Gen's still alive then? This is a two woman operation?

What if "Alex" is Gen and they're playing a long con.

Alex does look pretty Gen-ish.

They really said "anyway, here's wonderwall" with this one

The teens are so cute though omg.

Van looks so proud and happy.

Nat yapping it up, Shauna and bottles. Idk. They're all doing stuff together and it's cute. Misty's stirring the pot. The girls with their furs, etc. So cute. They're so happy. So cute. I'm gonna miss this when it's gone in like 5.7 seconds.

Melissa's a quarter pounder girl. Gen a Big Mac girlie. Gen knows what's up. Wait, no, you can't end with the fries Gen, cause the fries will get cold. Amateurs.

Akilah!

Akilah's such a cutie, I can't even be mad at her ngl.

I wonder what they're gonna do with the animals. I'm imagining them tugging them along, taking them to the border and setting them free or bringing them home. Like imagine Akilah on an airplane holding her comfort goat, or Travis with a duck, Misty and a bird of some sort, Nat and a lil goat kid or whatever.

Like they wouldn't set them loose right? In case something happened. They'd need them if shit hit the fan. It's not like they'd kill them or some shit now that they think they don't need them anymore. Right?

Oh, fuck, nevermind.

Lottie? Was it Lottie? Or is she just always covered in blood now?

It was hot the first time ngl but now she's just retreading. Get a new look Lottie. Try soap chic or nail-brush boutique.

Oh no she's seeing stuff. All that cave-gas exposure is fucking her up.

I know Akilah still believes in that stuff or she wouldn't have all those reservations. I'm guessing Lottie is going in on this plan to keep them there, possibly helping out Shauna and Taissa. Either way I always knew she'd be on wilderness/stay/Shauna's side if they split. Like it's pretty much a given she's alligning with Shauna regardless. We all saw her last season.

Natalie's back on the plane. Is she gathering Jackie's bones up to take her home with them? If she does I WILL cry.

Oh, no she's saying goodbye to coach. Again Misty's not invited. Fuck you, again, for that, Nat.

"I'm sorry you didn't make it to this moment" And whose fault is that?

Footsteps outside? Is it that moose again? No it died didn't it?

Nevermind, I guess Natalie bought into that shit more than she says she did.

Lol I love that at the hospital they still think Tai's Van's wife.

Oooooh the Tais are talking to each other. Never seen that before.

Lowkey other Tai serving. Feel bad for Tai though.

Natalie... you can take the girl out of New Jersey...

Lottie I did not expect this from tbh. Like I did not expect her to dissent so openly.

Oooh she tried to tell them. Without telling them. She knows, deep down, but ugh it's so frustrating because it's on the tip of her tongue but... she wont let it out.

Lmao though, Natalie's still leader.

And a shit one at that.

Why would you leave Lottie alone? Genuinely what the fuck?

Shauna staying with Lottie. I was right! And Tai! Right again! The order is wrong but the meat of it is right. The gang's splitting up. And I was even right about the split too. Van I don't see splitting with Tai but honestly she really wanted to go home so who knows, it might be an even split here. With Van half wanting to stay half wanting to go.

Natalie giving... not sure what but she's giving the dickens out of it

I'm lowkey proud of my little baby Natalie though. Like she's usually the one with the moral compass trying to keep people from being frozen out etc, and now that compass is well and truly broken and she's turned into adult Nat who is self serving and only doing what she wants and what's easier for her.

Ooooh Shauna spoke up. She says 'you are prying the antler crown off my cold dead head'

Lowkey (HIGHKEY) scary, Shauna, right now.

Like she's looking for all the beef with Nat.

Jeff is wigging out

He's going full boomer mode

on GOD not the Joels AGAIN

yey he got a win and all but come ON who cares?

This is the yellowjackets, not the Jeff Sadecki show. We're missing out on teen timeline or adult timeline Yellowjackets so we can stroke Jeff's ego. Great. Thanks.

Oh look he said the codeword. Boring. Shauna's entire fucking motivation apparently this season. Boredom.

Melissa calling out Shauna I am COMPLETELY on board with.

Of course I don't believe her about Lottie though. That was where she lost me. I don't know if she's involved but it sure as fuck looks like it now.

Just saw that kitchy sign hanging over the kitchen and you know what? You're right, Shauna, kill her now.

Melissa IS serving all the cunt right now though.

Shouldn't have tried to pull that fast one on Shauna bro

Like I knew you were a shady cunt but yeah, definitely Melissa, being this dumb

Okay see now you got your ass beat the fuck up and handed to you

Shauna's been going to this underground fight club for years, your gym membership did NOT prepare you to take this type of heat

I'm sooooooo worried for Nat next ep when Shauna beats the everloving fuck out of her

jesus fuck she's gonna twist her like a pretzel

anyway baack to the present

and she just break her fucking arm?

Hold up she is beating the SHIT OUT OF HER

Melissa got her own back a little with that headbutt but bro's a goner.

Wait did she just?

WHAT THE FUCK SHAUNA?

NO!

SHAUNA! NO! STOP! BAD SHAUNA!

SHAUNA!

SHAUNA, WHAT THE CUFK SHAUNAAAAA?

LIKE WHEN SHE PARTED HER LEGS LIKE THAT I WAS LIKE

BUT THEN SHE JUST!!!!!!

SHAUNA

WHAT THE FUCK?

[dorizardthewizard]

HSM (2006) rewatch pt 14

14: Work this out

A Pi pie except it’s actually a cake. So… the cake is… a lie?

Zeke the MVP, love how the guys are giving him the credit

The way Troy says “oh it’s an… equation!” cracks me up

Where did they hide those little basketballs. Also why?

I find it so funny that Chad is the one to get Sharpay and Ryan to watch the GO DRAMA CLUB thing when just yesterday he was ready to throw hands with them. Also it kind of looks like he goes up to Ryan first, looks between them then decides to drag Sharpay out haha,, I'm delusional

And Sharpay just goes with it!

EXCLAMATION POINT! He says it so happily hahahaha

Ryan dyslexic??

I know the point is to show camaraderie between the groups and to convince Darbus they’re not fucking around, but that little show was kinda pointless, you printed out those shirts for these 5 seconds? Are they planning to wear them in the audience of the musical? I got flashbacks to Shrek 3 for some reason

Geez, did anyone actually have this much school support for their sports team? Idk about you guys but the second that bell rings, I am OUTTA THERE you cannot make me sit and watch some people I don’t know play sports. We don’t even have bleachers in the UK lol

Coach B: What I want is for you to have fun Coach B: I know all about the pressure, and probably too much of it has come from me. 'Cause what I really want is to see my son having the time of his life playing the game we both love

Disney dad becomes a good dad at the last minute, classic. They still don't discuss the singing thing though

Both competitions are against the same school lol, are there no other schools in the area

I love Kelsi’s suit!

Ryan’s t-shirt says New York on it, foreshadowing? No, it’s not. But I can dream and overanalyse as much as I want.

The twins’ warmup is so silly but iconic

I find it crazy these scholastic decathlons exist, gotta respect Americans for making anything and everything into a competition

Is this kid just here for his watch? What is it with this movie and watches? Also Darbus’s fit slaps actually

Bop to the top! I’m confused, is this song part of the musical? Or did they just completely make it up? Darbus mouths the lyrics so I guess it's in the musical but did Kelsi write it? If it's for the main characters then how does it fit into the story and their dynamic? Why is it Spanish? Did Sharpay and Ryan alter it? So many questions!

Anyway it’s catchy, it's iconic, it relates to them “blowing away the competition”, but idk I don’t care for it as much as others? B tier, choreography looks fun though

Alright Ryan work those hips!

Hahaha they actually say shake some booty and turn around

[rocketrouquine]

Random thoughts on my second viewing of episode 2 :

The « you wear fine things well » replay : Taika hasn’t the same expression, when I tell you this is a different take, I’ll bet my script supervisor ass on it. If they did that, it’s for underlining the fact that they weren’t seeing the same thing in the relationship…

Stede, my sweet angel… maybe don’t tell everyone you meet (even your lovely towel collegues Maggie, Jane and Tiff) about your heart trouble with fucking Blackbeard.

The way he’s saying « they draw him to look like a ghoul » is so sooooo gay. Like disgusted sassy sista level.

Fuck you that’s how I am may or may not become a motto of mine.

Actually this whole scene, Lucius is in a fucking telenovela. The stop in the doorframe, talking across your shoulder without turning and the little disappointed head nod at the end. « oh, yeah. Now you care ? » (it just missed an hairflip) He came to ham and I’m here for it.

Sea witch again. I mean we actually saw him talking with birds last season so why the surprise.

Ed behind Frenchie in every room like a fucking dead child jumpscare in leather.

He’s actually terrifying all calm and smiling. You can sense that he can turn at every second. Like a MF snake (you know the ones, fuck yuuuuu)

Sir when you approach me like that, all analytical and stuff, I don’t think there’s anything I won’t let you do to me (imagine Ed turning this on Stede in the bedroom pffffiouuu)

*Wheeze « A panto ? » (give this man an Oscar)

I really have trouble with « he’s our dick ».. you are aware that this is the man who had absolutely no problem stranding your love on an island ? Who pushed for it, even ? That in the memory you evoke, he’s the only one not sitting with you all, all alone in the background sulking ? I guess if you consider him like the nasty old dog who bites everyone and barks all the time, I can see it…

You have hope, it’s cute . Archie is actually really interesting because she represents the classic pirate (like Ed’s crew before being Stedefied), being put amongst the crew of what she thinks is probably the rockstar of captains but they do things all weird and emotional (between bloodbaths). You can see that she’s tempted but also don’t hesitate to throw the first punch in the battle to the death because that’s how stuff goes.

Take the fucking leg (« …bitch » very much implied)

The little ships were all over the place. They kinda treat Olu like a himbo this season which if my memories serve me right was the opposite of what he was last season. (He’s still emotionally intelligent but the logical sense seems to have gone. In this scene anyway)

Every time a new character says China, I cannot take out of my mind that they are mocking Trump. (Roach’s one in particular was spot on)

Awwww Olu’s all bashful and shit, I’m sure he’s moving his shoe on the ground, like a little shy child.

Stede, All happy about the soup : So wild it’s insane ! Lucius, eyes rolling to the back of his head : Jesus Christ, Stede, keep your pants on. * gets up and go drag on his cigaret like an old nihilist prostitute. * Ahahaha! Lucius is so done with Stede, I can’t ! He reminds me of me with my mom when I was a teenager. (I was horrible)

shitty pathetic incompetent captain  Holy shit, this burn must have dried up the ocean and that’s why they have to drag the boat on land.

The Oookay of Black Pete must be studied.

I had a dream about you last night  and with that phrase, all Blackhands shippers burst into flames. To then die a horrible death for the next minutes and being turned to dust at … best I could. (Also, If I had told you about « good for you » « it was good for me » I don’t think this is how you would have envision it)

But seriously the acting in this scene was INSANE. (I mean more than good, I mean stellar)his laugh is haunting me.

Wait… wait.. is he doing the romcom trope of being horrible to him so that he would leave, to protect him ? but instead he tortures him until he has no choice but to kill him ? Ed, darling, you basic trope girl.

Yeah I guess we could call it closure. Hum.

Yeah, I am ! And I’m alone ! Don’t be like me. Stede has evolved SO MUCH. I’m actually very much hopeful about the discussion he’s going to have with Ed. It won’t be miscommunication bullshit.

The puppet game… Something tells me Lucius won’t like to listen to Pinocchio anymore. Don’t even ask him to make any voice. Stede! The hand went where you think!

Well, Hello back little black scarf which goes with everything ! Especially with the ultimate descent into the pitts of madness and despair.

Stede is choosing « alive » on Blackbeard old poster : thank you, magic of belief, for saving Ed’s life !

There’s a drawing, I repeat, he doodled Ed’s face amongst little bouts of emo poetry… oh stede.

Beheading, arsoning, just a little bit of a dick love of his life.

HE’S NOT BROKEN. SHUT UP !

calm down, you two, with the head against head : you kissed once. In the words of spicy rat boy « Jesus Christ keep your pants on »

Romance novel cover one legged indestructible little fucker Izzy under the rain.

IZZY’S HEAD ON FANG’S SHOULDER AS THEY ARE KILLING ED, WHAT !

After the pyramid scheme, Olu being the get away text.

Okay, on to the next. It will be a fucking novel.

[stardust-snow]

please do tell me about your ocs.....

hi holy shit i was not expecting anyone to actually ask me about my ocs but um. hello oc lore be upon ye I have a few OCs. a lot actually. my main set of OCs is a group of magical girls (well. two of them are guys) and like. the story is somewhat complicated but basically Zoe (main character) runs away from her fucked up boarding school in which she's been stuck at for most of her life and finds this mansion in which she finds a magic mirror that she accidentally shatters and gains magic powers from. and like. there's others. also she was separated from her two sisters at a very young age but has no memory of them she meets the other 4 of my main OCs who are also magical girls (using this term gender neutrally) and it kind of goes from there. There's Melody (hyperactive 14 year old music prodigy) Eli (could be a shoujo love interest if he wanted to, secretly the most insane person you will ever meet) Towa (literally just some guy who got dragged into this all this all because he took up a part time job at the wrong store) and Camilla (was a magical girl in high school, just graduated university, ends up becoming a magical girl again. while trying to manage her career as a fashion designer.) as for like. the actual plot. yknow how i mentioned Camilla was a magical girl in high school. She actually failed to save the other world she became a magical girl in an attempt to save the first time, with said entire world being cursed into an eternal slumber except for the person who like. cursed the place. the portals between the world were sealed off until Zoe accidentally reopened it. so its like. they need to figure out how to lift the curse as in its current state it cannot be reversed. i. dont have many drawings of them like at all that arent really old, ive mainly been working on lore in the past couple of years so the designs of a few characters are a little.. outdated. and i dont wanna post art from two years ago here because it is uh. Not Good.

except this reference sheet of Zoe and another OC i havent mentioned until now called Jordan (who is. another character in this same storyline) that i made for artfight last year which arent terrible i guess (though slightly outdated)

im planning to actually make this a whole series at some point, probably after i graduate high school this year. ive been working on this since i was about 12... though i've changed a lot since then. like the entire storyline. this version of the story line is like.. the third rework of it. My plan is to make this a comic book/manga series and potentially have it adapted into a tv series. Which is highly unlikely to happen but i can dream... (i have the soundtrack planned and everything i think i made a post ages ago detailing the exact personalities and stuff of the main characters so i'll try to find it and add a link in the reblogs <3