#friendship is sacred and i know ours is to her

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what if i-

best friend clears her whole schedule before she even reads where

-Love is your second nature, love is your language. Love! or whatever that one uquiz said about me

[5sospenguinqueen]

Bedtime Stories | Daniel Ricciardo x Author! Reader

Summary: For the past six years, you've been dreaming of a future with Daniel. Until one silly little interview shatters every illusion.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. End of a relationship. Daniel bashing.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Takes place in the 2022 season.

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user2 no, it's not an announcement. her best friend is currently pregnant and she was gushing about looking forward to aunty duties

user3 omg her and daniel would make the cutest babies though

→ user4 i bet she can't wait until they have their own mini-me

user5 imagine our rom-com queen going from writing the cutest but filthiest fiction imaginable to writing about why you should eat your carrots

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user6 i can't believe this man was talking about being in the height of his career when he's been nothing but a flop since leaving red bull

user7 the way he's been stringing this poor woman along for 6 years, knowing how badly she wants children, to then decide in a random interview that he's never going to have kids because they would be a 'distraction'

user8 fans spotted y/n running from the pits once she saw that daniel was safely done with racing

user9 i fear we may be witnessing the downfall of something we once held sacred

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fallontonight did you know @/YourUser Name was once chased by a kangaroo? find out how in tonight's episode of the tonight show 📚🦘

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YourUserName thanks for having me! ✨

user11 excuse me, ma’am, reassess what

user12 daniel has been absent from her last 3 posts

→ user1 not even in the likes or comments

→ user2 and he didn't even congratulate her on the recent book launch

→ user3 ya’ll are reaching. he's busy racing. she's busy doing book promo. they still follow each other

user4 anyone notice she didn't look as happy as she usually does

→ user5 yes! and i swear she got teary when talking about her life plans 🥺

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YourUserName my happy place 🌊🐚🦀 aug '22

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user6 does this mean a new book is coming soon

→ user7 girl, we’ve just had one. let the woman rest

→ YourUserName sorry, my lovelies but i don’t think i'm in the right headspace to be writing a romance novel at this time

→ user6 confirmation??!?!

→ user7 we’re children of divorce

→ user8 honestly fuck those two because i couldn’t have cared less about vroom vroom boys until mother started dating one and now i'm crying in class ‘cause they’re over

landonorris get that bread, queen 🍞

→ YourUserName who let you out of daycare

→ user9 not y/n and lando interacting like she didn’t break his teammates heart

→ user10 more like his teammate broke y/n’s heart. let's not make daniel out to be the victim here

kellypiquet p said get writing those children’s books so she can brag about aunty y/n to her friends

→ YourUserName my sweet girl. i saw the cutest dress the other day for her so I’ll pop round soon x

→ user11 i love their friendship

→ user12 get this woman a child. She’s too sweet to be stuck in cool aunt mode forever

user13 anyone notice she didn't do her annual birthday post for daniel?

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04•09•22

user14 no because the interviewer was so real for that. checo has a few children and he’s currently 2nd best. max is nowhere to be seen on the grid he's that far ahead and he makes sure p is his priority when she’s there so???

→ user15 and the way he stormed out. i bet PR are sooo happy with him

user16 nah because mclaren recently announced that they’re not extending his contract so he currently doesn't have his seat and doesn't have his y/n, all because he thought he was better than that

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danielricciardo yesterday was something. p17 wasn't the result we were expecting, and the media were a challenge but it's always a delight to be in suzuka. moving on to the americas

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user1maybe if y/n was there, you wouldn't have done so badly

user2 maybe if he had a baby waiting in the paddock he would’ve had more incentive to do better

mclaren we’ll get them next time 💪

user3 letting mclaren and lando down

→ user4 the real reason he and y/n broke up is because he has no wins. she should move onto lando or something

→ user5 he’s way too young for her

→ user4 they'd make a good looking couple tho

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YourUserName thirty, flirty and thriving. please enjoy a small snippet of my 30th birthday, organised by my favourite girl. these are the nice moments before she plies me full of cocktails and i become the sloppiest person in monaco tagged: kellypiquet

kellypiquet any chance to celebrate you 🤍🤍

→ kellypiquet and an even better chance to drink the entire bar and force max to carry us home

→ maxverstappen1 i'm just glad i was able to pull you both out of the sea before you drowned

landonorris can't believe you tried (and failed) to stop us from gatecrashing

→ YourUserName it was an exclusive event, we don't let randos in

→ landonorris i know you're joking but it still hurts my feelings

maxverstappen1 happy birthday, sloppy. you don't look a day over 40

→ YourUserName i'm gonna let that slide but only because i love the bag that kelly told you to buy

user7 happy birthday to the best author

user8 happy birthday queen

carlossainz55 happy birthday, y/n 💐

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danielricciardo happy birthday x

user5 kelly and y/n look like the funnest people to hang out with

→ user6 literally need to know how to become part of their duo

lewishamilton happy birthday, y/n. have a lovely night 💕

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mclaren happy birthday to papaya's favourite author (we're still waiting for a racing rom-com that is quite clearly about your favourite f1 team and their super sexy admin) 🥳🥳

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Baby Fever Angst Series

[lovelytsunoda]

club tropicana | lando norris

summary: on an all inclusive holiday in ibiza, y/n finds herself falling head over feet for the charming british barman

pairing: bartender!lando norris x female! reader

warnings: reader has some crappy former friends, please do not get into a car with a barman at a shitty three star spanish resort (lowkey inspired by my 'benidorm' rewatch), cameos from carlos and fernando, im so sorry that this took me literally a month and a half to write.

club tropicana drinks are free / fun and sunshine, its enough for everyone all that's missing is the sea / but don't you worry, you can suntan

the sun beat down on the resort-goers, reflecting off the chlorinated water in the swimming pool. sunbeds were arranged around the large body of water. swimmers in the pool sat on mosaic stools underwater to order drinks at the swim up bar.

she was supposed to be on this trip with her friends. well, some friends they were. ending a friendship over text with about six weeks left in her second-to-last university semester before graduation.

and so she had gone alone, to the most affordable three-and-a-half star resort in ibiza. truth be told, she hadn't wanted to go to the party island in the first place. if she didn't leave the resort, it wouldn't even matter.

bookmarking her page, she sat her copy of dark sacred night down on the sunbed and strode towards the pool. the pool was crowded, but the swim-up seats at the bar were, unfortunately, the easiest way to get a drink at the resort.

she took a deep breath and ducked below the water, swimming over to where the bar was. she liked being underwater. all her senses were dulled, and the noise of the real world seemed to fade away.

"one vodka orange, please." her voice was quieter than intended when she sat down at the bar, and for a moment she worried that the barman couldn't hear her.

"coming right up, love." the barman was british, with a mop of curly hair and a pale yellow resort shirt that had the name 'lando' embroidered over the heart. he winked at her as he got the vodka down from a shelf behind the bar and began to mix her drink.

lando wasn't oblivious to the understated beauty of the girl in front of him, water running down her soft skin and dipping into the curve between her breasts. her wide, gentle eyes. the way the orange fabric of her swimsuit hugged her curves.

she was wearing a one-piece, a rarity in ibiza.

"so," he asks, setting the drink down in front of her. "what brings you to spain"?

he always asks, even if he doesn't care. but one thing he's noticed since he started working behind the bar is that everybody has something to say, and sometimes they just need a stranger to say it too.

kind of like the characters in that old billy joel song, the one about the piano and the man at the bar making love to his tonic and gin.

and she doesn't know what it is about lando that put her so at ease, but suddenly shes talking and talking and can't make it stop and now he knows all about the three years of friendships she forged at university and how all she had to show for it were two refunded ryanair flights and a text message saying that they 'needed space' and 'our friendship will not be continuing at this time' with no explanation of what she had done to push them away in the first place.

funny that.

"does that sound ridiculous?" she cringed. "it sounds really silly now that i've said it out loud."

"people come to ibiza for dumber reasons. i worked in benidorm for two years, and you should see the train wrecks that come through there." lando laughed, leaning against the tiled bar. "you're better off without them, if you ask me. they sound very catty."

"catty is saying it nicely." she laughed along, sipping her vodka orange.

talking with lando was easy. more so, it seemed like he genuinely cared, and that he wanted to listen. it had been a long time since she had felt like anyone wanted to listen to her. even still, the voices in her head were getting harsher and harsher.

"what are your plans for later?" lando asked, head cocked to the side. "i've got this friend, he owns a party boat company."

"lando, i'm not getting on a spanish party boat with a man i hardly know." she cringed, stomach flip-flopping. had she gotten the total wrong idea about him? he seemed like the kind of guy who would know just about everybody in ibiza, and probably half of benidorm as well. "does anything that i've just told you make you think that i would literally at all be interested?

lando raised his eyebrows. "you didn't let me finish, love. he also does nighttime stargazing tours. that far out on the water, there's nothing in the way of you, the sky and the stars. i thought that was much more up your alley. i could take you tonight if you wanted to."

she felt a pit in her stomach and cursed herself for jumping to conclusions. for a moment, the barman had looked genuinely hurt, right now, though, he looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, and expression that inevitably made her cave.

after all, she was on vacation.

and here she was, waiting in the lobby of the hotel in a low cut black halter dress. she'd done her makeup, which was a rarity. she was tempted to turn her location tracker on, but wondered who she would share it with. she could always tell the woman working reception to call her at a set time, and then the police if she didn't answer, she supposed.

lando pulled up outside in a little fiat 500, looking dapper in a collared shirt. his hair was visibly caked in gel, and he smelled like expensive cologne.

far more expensive than a barman should have been able to afford.

"are you ready for the night of your life, milady?"

she fought the blush, looking at his extended arm. no doubt he wanted her to link her arm through his. and they said that romance was dead.

"take it away, bartender."

the fiat should have felt cramped, but instead felt cozy. spanish synthpop music played on the radio, something uplifting and calming as lando drove through the cobbled ibiza streets. she looked out the window in wonder, eyes wide as the city nightlife passed them by.

all too soon, they had arrived at the dock, and lando was speaking rapid-fire spanish to another man who was leaning through the window. they laughed, and the spaniard clapped lando on the shoulder before taking a small handful of bills from him.

the barman stepped out of the fiat, crossing around the car to open her door and help her out of the little hatchback car.

"your carriage awaits." he grinned, cocking his head in the direction of the boat. "come on, i got us the best seats."

on the boat, an older dj was playing a wham! record, 'club tropicana' blaring out over the sound system.

"when does the bar open?" she asked quietly. "i'm craving something."

"in about twenty minutes, as soon as we leave port." lando replied, resting his hands on her waist. "in the meantime, can i tempt you to a dance?"

ah, why the hell not?

"hey, fernando," lando started before rattling off something in spanish. the dj nodded once before changing the record on his turntable.

spanish synthpop.

lando took her hands in his, pulling her closer for a spirited dance, his hips swinging back and forth with abandon. she fought the urge to burst out laughing as she let him pull her close. the sun was dipping low over the horizon, and down at the dock the deckhands were getting ready to leave port.

but with lando's hands burning into her skin as he lead her in something that might have vaguely resembled the tango, she had forgotten all about the fact that she was on a stargazing cruise, not a latin dance boat.

she only realized the song was over when the audience that had gathered around her and lando had started to clap. red faced and blushing, she dropped lando's hands and shyly pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"i think im ready for that drink now."

lando beamed, resting his hand in the small of her back. "of course, sweetheart. vodka orange?"

"you know me so well."

lando effortlessly slid behind the bar, hands flying as he grabbed glasses and bottles and shakers. she leaned against the bar, chin in her hand as she watched him work, muscles rippling in his forearms underneath the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt.

he winked at her as he passed her the glass. by now, the sun had fully dipped below the horizon, and if one craned their neck up, they would be able to see a glimmering landscape of stars, uninterrupted by the muted lights on the boat.

lando came to stand behind her, his hands resting on her waist, protectively holding her body to his.

"so, be honest, this just made your trip a whole lot better, didn't it?"

despite herself, she laughed, relaxing into his touch. "yeah, it really did. thank you, lando."

"wait," he started, hand moving to her chin. "my job isn't quite done yet."

"what are you-"

she didn't get a chance to finish as the barman touched his lips to hers. they were soft. way softer than any barman's lips should be, well taken care of like the rest of the brit in front of her. she fell, no, tumbled into the kiss, feeling herself falling faster with every second that they spent lip-locked.

and she knew that there was no way that barman wasn't coming home with her. who needs return flights anyways? maybe she could just stay in ibiza and snog him for the rest of her her working life.

for now, though, she'd just settle with getting him into her hotel room.

[thementalshawty]

PAC WHAT TYPE OF LOVE IS ENTERING YOUR LIFE?

Hey my baby babes! Here is the reading I promised you guys!!! This reading been on my mind since I did the last one honestly and I’m guessing some of you are curious but instead of asking spirit of love is coming into your life I’m going to ask what kind of love because love comes in our life everyday in big and small ways so I decided to ask in what way love is entering your lives soon.

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Pile 1

Now I know a lot of you are thinking the worse when you see this card but I’m not getting anything negative or low energetic about this love coming in. Actually quite the opposite, I heard liberating. There’s something here that you and this person share in common that’s coming in, honestly the kind of love I’m hearing is through a trauma bond maybe? I’m seeing two people praising one god or goddess. I’m seeing that it may be a friendship here. It can be a same sex love too if that’s what you’re into, I see carnal pleasure being fulfilled here, friends with benefits for sure!!! I’m not getting romantic vibes honestly from this, I’m seeing this love is a love that helps you break the chain that you are currently in, you can be in a cycle that you’re completely unaware of. This person can be a Capricorn, be Capricornic, they are not a satanist or satanic and even if they’re into that they’re not into bringing you into it I’m hearing sacred so what they believe in is very sacred they very RARELY SHARE THAT! This is why again I don’t feel it’s a romantic love it can even be a new belief that’s coming and not a person if you get my drift or some kind of inspiration, love comes in very many a way so we need to look for something deeper sometimes and this isn’t a romantic love, I’m seeing it can be sexual or passionate though here, exploring each others carnal fantasies! so fuccin funny the bottom of the decc is the 8oS! so even more confirmation! You’re gaining freedom from whatever chain you’ve got going on in your head! Youre binded to a thought about yourself some kind of belief and I see it coming undone and since there’s two people I do believe someone else is involved but again idk if it’s romantic im still not seeing it go anywhere more than some wild nights together frfr but i see you’ll be so beyond happy you met this person it’s like a pent up farmer girl who becomes friends with the free spirited city girl roommate showing her how to let loose vibes. That’s very much the energy im getting from this pile, you may be meeting your bestie here guys!!!

Thanks for Reading.

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Pile 2

So the kind of love I see coming into your life isn’t romantically at all, welp, you or this person may see it that way, I’m seeing some kind of delusionary connection that’s coming into your life, it’s almost like it’s too good to be true, this person and it’s not that they’re not good it’s just like, they aren’t really into love or I’m seeing they’re not into you like that but you want them too be or you feel they might be or it can be that they feel this way about you and you don’t about them. There’s some kind of imbalance here between you and this person it can also be a disconnect from your heart and this love that’s coming in will help you reconnect with the badass mf that is you. I’m seeing that one of you could be hurt by love and emotions, hiding your cup and forcing it away, but this love will help you want to offer your cup but I don’t see it happening early on, I see this is a slow to romance connection if there’s any chance or possibility! If not then it’s a crush frfr that’s going to go south and you’ll realize this person HAS NOOOOOOOO feelings for you at all and that shit may destroy you, I’m sorry but it’s reality I feel like this connection is so delusionary that you can get lost in the wishful thinking, maybe they drop hints of affection or your misreading them. At the bottom of the deck you have the 2oP! so I’m seeing that there may be TWO types of love coming in, or a decision has to be made, maybe you wanted to date two people at the same time and it’s just not happening right for you, also I’m hearing your crush could be denying you but then someone else likes you, that you’re not even noticing it’s giving 5oC energy you’re only looking at what spilled and not even paying attention to what’s new and being offered. You will need to decide who you’re going to give your cup too because one of the choices are definite more romantic, balanced and will work out for you more than the other one. The choice is yours. Also I’m seeing some money coming in so you can chill, I feel like you are someone who never stops to take a break or breathe or nothing and this connection or this love that’s coming in whether it be a person promotion or both is some kind of disappointment, it’s going to help bring balance and control back into your life and it feels like you’ve been falling of your rotational strength as of late don’t worry baby you’ll get it bacc I promise. Don’t lose hope I’m hearing. I’m hearing that if it is a person that’s not for you don’t think less of you someone else is coming or is already there and you’re jus not giving them the time of day or you don’t think they want you either! I want more information about this one I will upload a deeper meaning to the reading on my Patreon.

Thanks for reading.

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Pile 3

Now this kind of love is straight up TOXIC! I see that this is not romantic it all it just involves a woman or someone who identifies themselves with more feminine energies. This person is an energy vampire but I see you taking bacc what was stolen. I see that this can be a friend or family member but I’m seeing that this person is a emotional manipulator that love to play cat and mouse game to end up on top this person can be a water sign frfr cancer vibes mostly, this person is very low vibes and and energy they don’t want to do anything but cause chaos and destruction! You don’t need that in your life, like all the readings I’m seeing that this love coming in is bringing in major clarity it can be someone or something that helps you see the toxic person for what they are and take back your energy it’s giving that song by botdf bewitched. (I don’t stand with Dahvie but Jay Vanity (DAHLI) is my heart). I see that this person is used to being put on a pedestal by someone whether it be you or the ones around them, either way they’re very spoiled and they’re no good for you! I’m seeing that you’re going to finally see the truth for what it is. This person brings drama and dark clouds you’re going to want nothing to do with this person and you’re going to reclaim all of your power! its almost like whatever draining you will be poured back into you. You’re rubber, they’re glue what they do bounces off you and sticks back to them! You will also feel so liberated hmm this may be connected to pile 1 so if you felt pulled there then this may be the answer cos I think this is the part 2 or the more information it’s giving freedom too, but this is from an actual person it can be a negative ex you may be going too or friend someone that you let slide always on their shit I’m seeing that it’s going to end and that you’ll realize this person again it can even be you just being in low vibrational space and you’re finally becoming self conscious and doing something about it whether then just waiting for someone to come help. Self care is needed!! So self love is coming into your life fashoooooo SELF SELF SELF! Go and treat yourself to some grade A fun you deserve it.

Thank you for reading.

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And just like that folks we are done I hope that this reading brought clarity and you guys enjoy it!

[ssr-archives]

We Know Her Value

Celebrating Ten Years of Agent Carter

In January 2015, Peggy Carter did something no other female Marvel characters have done at the time: headlining her own show. She strutted onto our screens, knocked out some bad guys with a stapler, and told us to call her “agent”.

In the years since, Peggy, her friends, and the fandom have gone through a lot. We’ve seen the show get cancelled, and Peggy returning, Jarvis returning, Daniel Sousa returning. We tried to #SaveAgentCarter, we held fic exchanges, we cosplayed and Disneybounded, and we created zines. Despite the show’s premature end, these characters stayed in our hearts, and we made sure no one could forget them.

Agent Carter will turn 10 in January 2025. To mark this milestone, I am super excited to collaborate with @peggynet to launch We Know Her Value: Celebrating Ten Years of Agent Carter. Starting from 6th January 2025, the anniversary of the show’s premiere, we will be hosting ten themed days to celebrate ten years of our favourite show. You can join by picking a theme, making a post on that theme, and post it on the theme day. Tag me (@ssrarchives) or @peggynet, and add the tag #AgentCarterTurns10. Your works can be as simple or as elaborate as you like!

I can’t wait to celebrate this momentous anniversary with all of you! Under ‘Read More’, you will find the themes for the ten different days. Hope to see you all then! And if you have any questions, just drop me a line in the ask box or the DMs. 

Day 1: Favourite Character

The show has presented us with a whole host of amazing characters, from Peggy to lab rats and background agents. So…who is your favourite?

Day 2: Favourite Episode

Agent Carter packed a lot into 18 episodes: fights, spy shenanigans, musical numbers, engagements, kisses. Which episode is your favourite? 

Day 3: Favourite Ship

We cannot talk about Agent Carter without talking about the ships, especially not when the cast happily fanned our fandom flames. Whether you are headcanoning any two or three to be passionately involved, or you have the one true friendship that does it for you, what is your favourite relationship on the show? 

Day 4: Favourite Scene/Arc

From Peggy threatening a fellow diner with a fork, to Daniel flopping his five-episode relationship, Agent Carter packed many interesting scenes and arcs into the overall spy shenanigans. Do any of these scenes or arcs stand out to you? 

Day 5: Favourite Cast/Crew Moment

Time to look behind the scenes! Once the episodes were over, the cast and crew kept the party going, from the Stark Jar to on-set pranks to the legendary Dubsmash War. Do you have a favourite cast/crew moment? 

Day 6: Into the Multiverse

Even though the show was cancelled in 2016, that was not the last we saw of Peggy and her team. Peggy herself returned over and over again, eventually becoming one of the few mortals privy to the knowledge of Loki and the Sacred Timeline tree. Jarvis returned in Avengers: Endgame, becoming the first Marvel character to debut on TV and move on to a movie appearance. Even Daniel made a return in Agents of SHIELD Season 7. Which of these cameos were your favourite? Who do you want to see in future MCU projects?

Day 7: Containment Breach

There is a life for everyone outside of murder gases and space goop. Since the end of Agent Carter, the cast and crew continue to entertain us with excellent projects. From Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning to Resident Alien to The Merry Gentlemen, we have definitely not seen the last of our favourite agents. Have you watched any of these? Do you have a favourite? Do they inspire any AUs? 

Day 8: Favourite Fanfic

What is Agent Carter without its fandom? From SSR Confidential to Agent Carter Zine, from fandom-defining multi-chapter behemoths to short and sweet ficlets, the fic writers have not been resting at all. This is your chance to shout out your favourite fics!

Day 9: Favourite Fanart

Artists we haven’t forgotten you! The Agent Carter fandom is home to many talented artists who have graced our dashboards with everything from sketches to whole comics. Let’s share our appreciation by naming our favourite fanart/artist! (Please do not repost artwork unless you have consent from the artists. Otherwise, please reblog or link to the original artwork. Let’s make sure that the artists get the notes and credits they deserve.)

Day 10: Free Day

There is way more going on in the Agent Carter show and fandom for us to cover in one week, so like the title says, take this day to highlight whatever you want! The show’s costume and makeup? Meta writers? Peggy cosplays and Disneybounds? As long as it is Agent Carter-related, you can post about it!

[galedekarios]

what was i after all but a mortal plaything in sacred hands?

out of all the little glimpses into our companions' lives after the game events, i think i like this bit about shadowheart and gale, and the friendship they've seemingly retained after the game's events, the most:

Player: Tell me what you've been up to. Shadowheart: Wandering, mostly. The adventuring life is almost a tonic when you're not constantly threatened by brain monsters and cultists. I can finally see the world beyond the Cloister. Player: I thought you might crave a little peace and quiet, after all that happened. Shadowheart: Peace and quiet will still be there waiting once I've lived a little. Though don't get me wrong - I've got a little cottage with a garden and animals in mind already. Shadowheart: One of my first stops was the House of the Moon, in Waterdeep. It's the largest temple of Selûne in existence. Shadowheart: It seemed like the perfect spot to reflect on my parents, on where they came from - and where I came from too, I suppose. Shadowheart: Hard to imagine, isn't it? Me, of all people, in the lair of the 'Moon Witch' herself. Gods, your truest act of heroism was putting up with all that Sharran drivel I was spouting for so long. Player: Waterdeep you say? Did you bump into Gale? Shadowheart: We had tea on his balcony - Tara even deigned to sit on my lap for a while. You know, I think entire forests must have been felled to quench that man's thirst for books. Shadowheart: He seems to be doing well. In his element.

it's one of the few (if not the only) instance we have of companions keeping in touch with each other after the game ends and i love this for both for shadowheart and for gale.

both of their stories remind me of gale's early access line "what was i after all but a mortal plaything in sacred hands?" and i think they can understand and emphasise what the other went through before and during the game's events in ways the others simply cannot with the added layer of their abuser being a deity and their patron deity.

one taken from her family as a child, indoctrinated, weaponised and isolated, trying to take everything from her, but unable to erase the goodness of her heart. the other contacted by a god's chosen as a child, the very thing he loved for as long as he remembers governed and represented by her, the goddes who was first a mentor, then a teacher and finally a lover.

Shadowheart: Poor Gale. I hope he knows that a goddess abandoning him needn't be the end - I know from experience.

Gale: Poor Shadowheart. The gods are nothing if not vincdictive in their vengeance. devnote: Sympathetic - Gale feels the gods have also punished him

the idea of them helping each other, supporting each other to take another step towards healing old and new wounds through their shared understanding, is something i like a lot.

on a lighter note:

we know that gale values those he calls friends immensely and shadowheart does, despite her aloofness, crave connection, (re-)discovering who she is and what makes her her.

i like to imagine them sharing not only tea, but a glass of wine:

Gale: Sembian wine, Cormyrian ball, Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road. - Shadowheart: So Gale just consumes magical items like I do wine?

perhaps sharing the latest chapbook with her since he likely overheard wyll and shadowheart talking about 'the salty mermaid':

A chapbook was a short book which could contain about any content, from political opinions to crafting guides. In Waterdeep, chapbooks often contained memoirs or romantic stories. [x]

(thank you for reading my gale + shadowheart friendship propaganda post! 🖤)

[wildfloweronwheels]

A pit of nausea is boiling in my stomach today. It’s fury and fear and a sadness that sears to the bone. It swept in suddenly as I opened my phone to the news that three of Taylor Swift’s shows in Vienna, Austria have been cancelled by police due to the thwarting of a terrorist attack. Reading that sentence, I’m back in 2017, chest burning with horror and grief at the bomb that went off as young women danced and sang their hearts out with Ariana Grande. We know what attacks like this look like, we’ve felt them before, their echoes held in the minds and hearts of every live music fan across the world even now.

So, there is also relief swimming in the sick, that the police got to this in time. That they made the call that means thousands of people quite literally live to see another day. My head is spinning thinking about what could’ve been. Feeling for the fans, musicians and Taylor herself whose lives have orbited at least a little around the glittery nights they were promised. The friendship bracelets.  The cowboy boots. The glorious high of screaming ‘Fuck the patriarchy’ in a sold out stadium. The expectant hush that falls over things before the opening chords of a surprise song. The putting together of pieces in the mashups that follow. I know it’s just a concert; there’ll be more of them, we hope, but it’s also not…

It's yet more proof that we didn’t need, of an ugly truth, splashed in oozing neon. It rears its head all over the world in millions of foul devastating ways every single day and yet it still hurts every single time. The thing that most frightens men and boys is a woman succeeding. A woman living. A woman thriving. A woman feeling joy. Women gathering together in a communion of emotion that borders on the sacred, because it’s so rare in its safety and warmth.

 That’s how I would describe the nights I was privileged enough to spend at the Eras Tour earlier this year. A singular celebration of all a woman has made through her own blood, sweat and tears. A visual and musical experience underpinned by one of my favourite quotes ever from the glorious Carrie Fisher, “Take your broken heart, make it into art.” If you’re anything like me, it’s soundtracked your own.

We’ve watched that heart break and heal again and again. Blows dealt by men loitering in a girlhood they had no place in. By ill-fated romance, snuffed out because egos couldn’t bear the load or because two people just weren’t the right fit.  By calculated campaigns designed to distort an image, dismantle a reputation and lay ruin to a legacy. And yet she’s here. And so are we. Women, I mean. Again and again we resist. We persist. We insist.

Our joy is not yours to steal. Our lives are not yours to threaten. We will keep finding it. Rising. Screaming. Teaching the boys and men around us to be better. Defying. Demanding. Deciding. I’m not interested in what you think about Taylor Swift’s music or her privilege, a financial sheen that I remind you protects from no bullet or harm being done to you or innoc ent people, in your name.  In fact, it invites it. Over and over again. But I am interested in how you talk about this moment. Right now. The one that almost happened but didn’t. It’s a sliding door so what are we going to make sure waits on the other side of it?

[inanewmoon]

Rivals’ Kiss - The fujoshi!Ranma AU is here!

Ranma stumbles into a completely different friendship in junior high. Ranma’s new best friend Makoto is a regular girl with an unorthodox vision. Ranma’s curiosity, mischievousness and determination leads to a wholesale adoption of Makoto’s favorite hobby - and together they are completely unstoppable!

Even if Makoto isn’t there when Ranma steals the first piece of bread from Ryoga’s grasp, she recognizes that Ranma has also stolen a piece of Ryoga’s heart at the same time! Therefore, it is a sacred duty of Ranma and Makoto to team up and give the lost boy’s heart exactly what it wants! Even if Ryoga hasn’t found the truth himself.

The plan for Rivals-to-Romance hits a few snags along the way. Ryoga is a little bit too oblivious. Makoto is a little too excited. Ranma… forever remains a mess of contradictions. The heart beating in Ranma’s chest might just not belong to a boy - and that means the whole plan is a wash… or needs someone else with a boy’s heart to step in. Prologue and Part I are up now. Read here:

Artwork by @beedokart 💙 If you're wondering just who this Makoto OC is... she's totally a manga character. Look:

Here she is, all excited about the two pretty boy rivals!

No, manga doesn't give her a name.

Yeah, I know, Makoto, it's horrible. I've been told the name Makoto comes from voiced background character lists in the old anime, but I basically took her idea from en_passant and ThrashJazz. So in that sense, she's an ascended extra with a gimmic. Of course I exaggerated it all a little, and drew her into the spotlight together with Ranma. I've been using this reaction image for any boy/boy RanRyo content for almost the whole month, and people haven't thrown me out of the discords I do it in, so feel free to use it too:

bonus points for @beedok for making it look so her hand is waving excitedly when we zoom out, by the strategically placed branches!

💙💙💙 Hope you enjoy! 💙

[muscari-midala]

Your Heart Pulling Against Mine - pt 3

David 8 x Reader Words: 1009 Part two is here Cross posted on Ao3

Everyone had gathered in the cockpit as the ship approached LV-223. Only a few days had passed since awakening from cryosleep, and now we were nearing our destination.

Standing between Janek and Millburn, you gazed down at the swirling clouds blanketing the planet’s atmosphere.

“Looking down, it’s almost like flying on a plane... but when I look up-” Lifting your head, you saw the vast expanse of the universe, stars glittering around the ship.

“First time on a spaceship, huh?” Janek asked with a knowing smile, clearly accustomed to the view by now.

You nodded and stepped closer to Millburn, eager to peer through the larger window.

“I’m usually close to the ground - sometimes even covered in it. Botanists don’t often need to go to space... nor do biologists,” you added with a joyful grin. 

Millburn mirrored your smile, clearly glad that someone was open to forming friendships on this ship.

Moments later, Janek called for Ravel and Chance as the ship prepared for landing. Excited, you hurried over to him alongside an equally energized Dr. Shaw.

“How are we doing?” she asked.

“Great,” Janek replied with a smile, amused by your shared excitement. He gently shooed you both toward your seats so you could brace yourselves for entry.

You rushed back to your seat as the ship tilted sharply, preparing for landing. 

The sudden motion sent your stomach lurching, like the drop of a roller coaster teetering over the edge.

Excitement and nervousness mixed within you as your eyes searched for David, though he was seated on the opposite side with Ford.

“Atmosphere is 71 percent nitrogen, 21 percent oxygen, traces of argon gas.”

You gasped at the composition, furrowing your brows as Holloway tried to be funny once again with, “Just like home.”

“I don’t even want to know where you live if that’s what you’re breathing,” you shot back, earning an eye-roll from Holloway - and a rare smirk from Fifield.

Flying deeper, breaking through the clouds, you started to see the surface and marveled at it.

Jagged mountains covered in something that looked like snow - or was it some sort of metal? Specks of it littered the dark, muddy sand until it faded as the area became flatter. Lightning struck at one point.

“It looks like someone threw different fantasy settings together,” you mused, furrowing your brows as Ravel announced that there was neither radio nor a heat source on the radar. Empty.

“There is nothing in the desert, and no man needs nothing,” David’s voice broke through your thoughts, pulling your gaze from the landscape.

“Is that a quote from Lawrence?” you asked, which made him smile that you remembered. He had told you about his favorite movie in bed, promising to show it to you when there was enough time.

Now Ford spoke up, “Lawrence?” which caused David to turn his face to her.

“It’s from a film I like,” he said. “I told Miss (Y/N) about it, that’s all.”

Suddenly, Holloway sprang up, stumbling toward the front, wedging himself between Millburn and you as the ship shook.

He pointed toward lines etched into the ground, leading up to an igloo-shaped structure—or was it a round pyramid? And not just one - more extended further into the distance.

“There! Right there! God doesn’t build in straight lines. Can you put us down there, Captain?”

Janek confirmed and maneuvered the ship to land.

The crew began unbuckling their seatbelts, rising from their seats, staring in awe and disbelief - just like you.

Your heart pounded with excitement as you jumped up, eyes wide with the undeniable proof of someone’s existence. Some form of life had been here.

The moment felt monumental, almost sacred.

Turning, you locked eyes with David, who had moved behind you, his face mirroring your wonder. Without hesitation, you took his hand, squeezing it tightly, uncaring if the others saw.

“Someone was here, David! They were right! We’re not alone!”

you whispered, nodding toward Dr. Holloway, who kissed Dr. Shaw’s temple, drawing her close before letting her go and walking toward Janek.

“Captain, would you please tell the survey team to suit up and meet us in the airlock?” Holloway asked.

Janek frowned, casting an uncertain glance at the structure and the clouded sky.

“There are only six hours of daylight left. We should wait until tomorrow.”

Holloway shook his head.

“Oh no, no, no. It's Christmas, Captain, and I want to open my presents.”

With that, he strode toward the door.

You fought the urge to wrap your arms around David, longing to hug him, to theorize and ponder about what you might discover - but there was no time.

“You, boy, you’re coming with us.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Holloway pointing at David.

You didn’t like that.

When David politely agreed, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“He has a name, you know!” you snapped.

David’s brows lifted in quiet surprise, while Holloway arched his and glanced down at your joined hands. But he said nothing, leaving without a word.

With a frustrated huff, you tugged David along, heading towards the airlock yourself.

“If you don’t call him out on his behavior, I will,” you muttered.

“You really don’t have to. I’m used to it,” he replied, his voice soft.

You stopped abruptly, meeting his eyes.

“That doesn’t make it right. You’re not a thing, David!”

His brows twitched, just slightly - a reaction you would have missed if you hadn’t been so intent on watching him.

A moment later, he pulled you into a nearby side room, pressing you softly against the wall.

“David-?” you whispered, taken off guard.

He cupped your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours - a gesture he had learned symbolized comfort and affection.

“I’ll handle Dr. Holloway myself,” he murmured. “I appreciate your willingness to defend me, but don’t get into conflict because of it.”

A faint blush crept up your cheeks, and you pressed your lips into a thin line.

“I can’t promise that.”

Being defended for something he had not even considered offensive.

How strange.

[loveandleases]

(Just a birthday post for our icy neighbor. (G's birthday was Feb. 14 , late post but it's here. ) Below the cut~)

G looks out through the glass window of the cafe. Watching how the rain cascades down. They look along the Chicago streets. Some that where bustling just minutes ago. Now only a few stragglers are braving the harshness of the rain. They catch a glimpse of the woman running to get to her car, nestling a small dog under her arm. One who clearly is going to need a good dry off when they get back home.

They fight the urge to wave at the little pup as it stares at G. A habit they have had since they were young, now one that is almost ingrained into them thanks to working with animals all day.

They crinkle their nose, taking in the scent of the cafe. The warm baked goods and various flavors of coffee being made. The cafe wasn’t overly crowded, a handful of people just loafing about. Biding their time until the storm begins to die down.

They haven’t been to this cafe in years. Not since their college days. Days when they would be sitting across from two people very dear to them. It had become routine, to visit on the way to classes, even becoming such a frequent spot to visit that they would begin to do so even on the weekends.

G is pulled from their thoughts when they hear the sound of a cup being placed in front of them. They look up to see an old woman, one they had seen many times before. Smiling at them with a crooked grin on their face. They nod to the cup and G follows their gaze.

“Dark roast, one sugar. No more no less, correct?” She looks at G knowingly, taking in their questioning gaze. “Your usual.”

Then it registers. Their usual, from those years ago. The same drink they would order when waiting for Cam or for…. G nods. “Thank you, that is my usual. However, I didn’t order anything.” The old woman smacks G on the back, bellowing a deep laugh. One they remember fondly, back in those days when they would be arguing over exams, studying far too hard. When Cam would steal their cookie. The one cookie they ordered to reward themselves for nights of studying. Every fucking time.

The old woman points back to the counter. Where a tall redhead was holding a small brown bag and two cups of coffee. Two cups?

“He ordered it for you. Said it was a birthday present. Happy birthday by the way, don’t even try to pay, think of it as a gift for all the business you three used to bring in here.” She smiles fondly to G then back to Cam who was now making his way over to the small table that G had very briefly thought of as their own little place of solitude in the cafe.

“Hey birthday -” “What do you want?”

Cam furrows his brows, blowing a breath before taking a foot to yank a chair out and flop into it. Laying the bag and coffee on the table. “Last time I checked hotshot, it was your birthday. Forgive me for ruining this sacred day with well wishes. I suppose that means you don’t want the old birthday song too then?” He crosses his arms, waving a hand to the bag and then to G.

“Cam, how did you find me exactly? I was supposed to be at work.” G grabs the brown paper bag, rolling the sides down to look at whats inside. While part of him shouldn’t be surprised at the little cake inside, with red frosting and a little candle on top. Yet part of them is surprised to see it, if they didn’t know better they could have sworn it looked similar to one that someone had made them years ago.

“Thought the colors worked for the day and all. Happy birthday hotshot. Well wishes and all that. Really couldn’t have been born on a worse day. The amount of couples celebrating today and you sitting here with me no less.” Cam reaches for G’s coffee, yanking it close to him and taking a swig. Then coughing at the bitterness. “Shit, you still drink this crap?”

G can’t help but smile at their old friend, now taking a large gulp from one of the paper cups in front of them. While some things have changed since then, it was nice to see that this friendship was as dysfunctional as it ever was. Still one of the few relationships that they held so dear.

They clear their throat catching Cam’s attention. G nods to them then takes the cake out. “Thanks Cam. I wasn’t planning on even celebrating.” The two lock eyes, several years of friendship between them. No longer trying to figure out how to enjoy the silence and forcing a conversation just to fill the void. After a couple years they were finally able to just come to terms that it was no longer the three of them. Now just a duo, like when their friendship just began.

“They’re not here. If that’s what your worried about.” G stops fiddling with the candle on the cake, something they didn’t even realize they were doing until they see Cam watching their movement.

“I didn’t think they were.” “Really? Then why do you look so tense.” Cam makes a move to rake some of the icing off the cake only for G to swat their hand away. G turns slightly, the baked good cradled in their hands as if it were some precious thing that would be tarnished once Cam had placed his hands upon it. “When did i-” “When you saw I had two cups. I noticed the minute you looked at me. They’re busy getting settled in.”

Wonder if it’s like the house we stayed in that weekend. Wait….what am I thinking? No G, this is the last thing you need to be thinking about today. The very fucking last.

G nods, making sure to keep their face blank. Not wanting to let Cam see just how okay they’re pretending to be.

Cam places a hand on the table, standing ever so slightly just to give themselves more reach as they take another swipe for the cake. “You’re really not going to ask?”

“Will you stop? Hell, does this look like your birthday cake? Does it?”

That breaks the red head, who is now bursting with laughter. Yeah, something really never change. This in turn makes G begin to laugh as well. Something they don’t do much of anymore. Once it settles down, they then close their eyes to make a wish on the cake, before removing the candle and taking a bite.

“Do you really not want to know?” Cam breaks the silence, watching his friend enjoy the one small gift he knew they would accept for their birthday.

G turns to look back out the window to their left. Gloomy day, sad for those couples and friends who plan on celebrating Valentines Day together. Though maybe no more sad than them, pretending that what’s going on doesn’t affect them in some way.

Their dark eyes trail over to Cam, who is watching them intently, sipping on his coffee. “Fine then, I’ll bite.”

“Chris.” Cam clears his throat, never easy for them to hide the disdain in their voice for their sibling. “I don’t really know how to start, so I’m just going to say it.”

G crinkles their brows, laying their cake down and crossing their hands along the table top leaning a bit closer. Yeah, it’s too late to hide their interest now.

“Chris and Jade were having an affair.”

Their sister and their fiance? Since when, are they alright, where are they? G’s thoughts were running, trying to make the situation make sense. Yet that was something no one could really make sense of, a betrayal so close.

“Are th-” “They’re staying with me at the moment,” Cam continues. “That’s what I meant by their settling in. I’m sure they would have wanted to see you for your birthday if they could but..” G waves off the thought, they hadn’t seen each other in awhile now. They wouldn’t expect them to see them now after this amount of time, after everything in their lives is falling around them. Cam sighs, “Chris kept the dog.” “What!?” “Inside voice hotshot.” Cam jests.

G kicks at Cam under the table, content when they hear him oof and begin to rub at their knee. “Fine, what?” They say quieter.

“They kept the dog, the apartment. It’s all a shit show. Thought you should hear about it. I know it’s not the best news on your birthday.” “Are they...are they alright?”

How long has passed since they asked the question aloud? Did their voice sound off, because it felt it. It felt like it took everything in them to ask. But they wanted to know, needed to even. Cam nods slightly. “They will be.” He goes to stand, picking up the cups. His eyes picking up on the bouquet of flowers on the chair next to G. “Cute.” Cam jokes.

G had completely forgot the flowers, the fact they were even there to begin with. Their hand goes to cover them. They cough slightly, trying to think of what to say, yet choosing nothing. They wonder which is worse. “Thanks for, for everything. I’ll text you soon. Wait what do I owe you for the cake?”

For a brief second Cam wonders if they should tell them who it’s from. Who sat up making them the previous night, who argued with him that it had to be Red Velvet because that was G’s favorite. “Nothing, it’s homemade. Happy Birthday.” They watch as Cam leaves, headed down the street yanking their coat up around their ears, not bothering to cover their red hair. G looks to the cake, taking another bite. Homemade huh? Wait, Cam can’t bake...

They pull back, looking over the cake, the bright frosting, the deep coloring of the cake itself. It hit’s them, slowly overtime. Someone made this just for them, even through all the shit Chris and Jade is putting them through. Their favorite cake, on their birthday no less. They can’t help but smile slightly, much to their own annoyance, not even hearing the notification from their phone. Happy Birthday indeed.

[natsvenom]

Lost & Found | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: You're a part of the Salvatore family, and your life changes completely when a girl named Katherine enters your life, turning you and your brothers into vampires.

WARNINGS: death, murder, violence, and abuse.

It was December 1st, 1847, when you were born and you had two older brothers, Stefan and Damon. When you were young, your father was always kind to you, he bought you toys and treated you like any father should treat their daughter, but when you turned 10, something changed, he was no longer the father you knew and his love for you turned into hatred. When you turned 15, you found out you weren’t your father’s daughter and that your mother had cheated on your dad with another man. You had no idea who this man was, and you weren’t sure you wanted to find out.

When you turned 16, a girl named Katherine entered your and your brother’s lives. Stefan and Damon were obsessed with her and she had become a close friend of yours. You shared secrets with her that even your brothers didn’t know, like how your mother cheated on your father, and she helped you find your birth father. She became much more intrigued with you when she found out the truth, that you were a witch.

Your father had come from a long line of witches, specifically from a coven called the Gemini Coven. They weren’t like regular witches, they had to siphon magic from other magic-made things to get power. Katherine didn’t know much about siphoners, so she assumed you were born to be a weaker witch, but she was oh so wrong. Katherine had told you this information and you had thought she was crazy, so, in return for your secret, she told you one of hers. She was a vampire.

She got you in touch with her trusted maid, Emily Bennett. Emily was an extremely powerful witch, and she had a lot to teach you, but unfortunately, she couldn’t teach you much about your heritage, as she was just as unfamiliar with the Gemini Coven as you were. Emily had taught you a lot about her heritage, and the history of witches. Most of the spells you had learned were Bennett spells.

It was sometime in September, you were getting ready to go out, and Emily was going to teach you something new today. You were excited, the things Emily had to teach you were wonderful. You learned something new almost every day, and each time was just as exciting as the last.

A soft knock on your door caused you to stop brushing out your curls. You looked over to the door, “Come in!” You called out. Katherine had entered your room, her beautiful dress catching your eye.

“Your dress is lovely, Kat.” You complimented, sending your friend a soft smile.

“Thank you. Would you like some help with yours?” She offered, noticing you had yet to tie the back of your corset.

“If you don’t mind.” You said. She walked over, her every move graceful. You felt the tug of the lace pulling tightly, causing you to suck in your stomach. Katherine watched you intently through the mirror, almost, just almost, feeling guilty for what she was about to do.

“You know, our friendship, it’s sacred to me,” Katherine professed, tying the back of your corset into a beautiful bow, “I’ve told you secrets, things that I haven’t told anyone, including your brothers.”

“I agree, our friendship is very important to me as well.” You smiled at her, watching her through the mirror.

Katherine sighed, “Which is why it almost pains me to have to do this to you.” Your smile dropped as you saw Katherine’s face change into its monstrous form, purple veins forming under her eyes and her fangs coming out. You gasped as she sunk her teeth into your neck, draining the blood from your body.

Katherine let your body fall limp to the floor, two holes punctured into the junction of your neck. One secret Katherine hadn’t told you, was that every day since you’d become friends, she spiked everything you drank with her blood, just in case anything ever happened to you. What was the point of keeping friends if they weren’t going to live forever? In her own twisted way, Katherine cared about you, you might’ve even been one of her best friends.

When you awoke, you were in some sort of cabin by the river. You walked out into the day, your head throbbing as the heat from the sun hit you. You saw Stefan standing on his own, Damon was nowhere in sight.

You walked over to Stefan, “Stef? What’s going on?” You asked. He turned around, and that was when you saw it, the blood dripping down his face and staining his shirt. You gasped, slapping your hand over your mouth.

He didn’t look ashamed of what he had become he looked proud, “You need to feed.” Stefan said, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you over to some random girl who was standing by a bench. You didn’t want this, you wanted to stay a witch, but you knew it was too late. You couldn’t be a witch and a vampire and you were already in transition.

“No.” You said, shaking your head, trying to resist the blood.

“You’ll die if you don’t and I’m not gonna let you die,” Stefan said, shoving you against the poor girl who had two holes in her neck, just like you had when Katherine killed you. The blood got on your lips, and you knew then, that there was no turning back. You sunk your fangs into her neck, draining the girl of every ounce of blood in her body. It was the best thing you had ever tasted. You became addicted to it as soon as you got a taste for it, it was like heroin for a drug addict.

As soon as the girl’s body fell to the ground, you found yourself being filled with an intense amount of guilt. Tears stung the corners of your eyes. Had you really just killed this innocent girl?

Stefan grabbed your shoulders, “It’s okay, everything going to be okay.” You shook your head, sobs echoing through the darkness that had taken over the sky.

“No! Stefan, none of this is okay! I’m a monster!” You cried, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle your cries.

And so it began, the day you became a killer.

[beautification-tales]

The Wereslut part 2

A tale of periodic transformations

"Come on, Ginge, you've got to check this out!" exclaimed Brigitte, her eyes glued to the screen as a group of pirates fought with exaggerated flailing and yells.

Ginger rolled her eyes, the scent of popcorn and the warm glow of the TV the only comfort in the otherwise cold apartment. She knew full well what was going to happen next, having watched the episode a hundred times with her best friend. But she couldn't help the smile that crept onto her lips as she leaned in closer, the anticipation of their favorite scene building.

The doorbell rang, cutting through the dramatic music and the clanging of swords like a knife. Brigitte's enthusiastic "Who could it be?" was met with Ginger's knowing look. It was Sam, the neighbor who had a knack for interrupting their Friday night marathons.

Sam waltzed in, his cheeky grin lighting up the room. "Looks like the weebs are at it again," he said, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table. He was tall and muscular, a stark contrast to Brigitte's plush figure. His teasing was all in good fun, though, and the girls had grown used to his playful banter.

“Babe I told you tonight it’s girls night ok?” Ginger called out as Sam sailed through the doorway, a playful scowl etched on her face. She knew he was joking, but she couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed. “I just miss you babe.” Sam said with a shrug, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He knew that Ginger’s friendship with Brigitte was sacred, almost a religion in itself, and interrupting was like walking into a church mid-mass. But his curiosity always got the better of him.

“You are so lucky you are cute.” Ginger replied, approaching her tall boyfriend. She got on her tiptoes and pouted. Sam bent down and kissed her lips. “But seriously, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She glanced back at the TV, where the climax of the battle was reaching its peak. “Dinner and FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood right?” Sam asked with a hopeful smile. Ginger nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. “It’s a date.”

With a dramatic sigh, Sam kissed her on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.” He turned to leave, waving at the screen. “Take care of the Straw Hats for me!” he called over his shoulder, his laugh echoing down the hall. Brigitte turned to her best friend. “You didn’t have to make him leave you know.”

“I know, but we need our time, bestie,” Ginger said, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in her mouth. “Besides, you know how he gets when he watches with me. After two episodes…. There isn’t much watching.” Ginger giggled at the thought of Sam's inability to sit through their anime binges without trying to have sex with her.

Brigitte nodded, her cheeks reddening slightly. “I totally get it. You guys have that kind of relationship. But, you know, I wish I had someone who was like that with me.” She playfully elbowed Ginger's side, causing her to spill some popcorn on her shirt.

“But seriously how did things change between you two? A few months ago you were crushing on him. Now he can’t get enough of you.” Ginger threw another piece of popcorn at Brigitte, who caught it with a grin. “What can I say, the universe finally realized I’m irresistible.”

“Come on you know I know you better than that. Remember Frank? You were a nervous wreck around him and he’s not even close to how hot Sam is. So what is the secret? Are you a witch now?” Brigitte said, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Huh? What? No! Me?” Ginger stuttered, her cheeks flushing. She paused the episode, turning to face Brigitte. “It’s just that Sam’s really into me, you know? And I figured out what makes him happy. That’s all there is to it.”

“I was joking but now I know you’re hiding something.” Brigitte said, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Ginger felt a knot in her stomach, realizing she might have said too much. She also felt her burn mark ache as it typically does on the full moon. It was a secret she hadn’t shared with anyone, not even her best friend.

Ginger looked at her friend. She knew lying would be impossible as Brigitte was practically like a sister. Plus, she had always been terrible at keeping secrets. She took a deep breath and decided to tell part of the truth. “Ok a few months back. Sam came over to talk and we had sex… but like animals. It was like I was someone else that night.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened. “Oh my god Ginge, you gotta give me the details! What happened?” Her voice was a mix of excitement and shock. Ginger felt a thrill run through her as she remembered the night she had transformed for the first time.

“It was just... intense. Sam was being sweet like always and… I couldn’t help myself. I just let my instincts take over and next thing I know, we’re tearing into each other like it’s the last night on earth.” Ginger paused, her eyes glazed over with the memory. The burn mark on her hand began to throb faintly.

“Wow, that’s so not like you. It’s about time you got some though. At least one of us anyway.” Brigitte said, popping another piece of popcorn in her mouth. The crunch was loud in the suddenly tense silence. Ginger inhaled hard as her senses heightened in the moment. Her heart beating so fast as she massaged the mark on her hand. “You just need something to bring out the slut in you.” Ginger said licking her lips.

Ginger’s mind raced as she felt a familiar tingle throughout her body. It wasn’t a full moon tonight but the beginning feeling of pain and pleasure grew stronger. “You know what? Maybe we should call it an early night.” She said, trying to change the subject. “Oh no you don’t! You finally spill the beans and talk about being a slut” Brigitte shook her head knowing something was up with her friend. “I fucking knew you had something up your sleeve. How did you do it? Lingerie? You’ve been practicing BJ’s on bananas? Spill!”

“Mmmm all of the above and more.” Ginger said, her voice trailing off. The burn on her hand was now a constant pulse, a gentle reminder of the power that lay dormant within her. Ginger’s nails began to grow longer and sharper, a hint of the transformation that was slowly taking over. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that tonight. “I fucking took his cock and squeezed every last drop of cum out of it. You should have heard how he screamed my name.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened further, her cheeks turning a darker shade of red. “Holy porno Batman, you never talk like this!” She leaned in, eager for every detail. Ginger couldn’t help but feel a thrill as she revealed her deepest secret. “I was just so wild, Brige. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It was like I had to have him, like my life depended on it. And after that, everything changed. He just couldn’t get enough of me. And I liked it.”

The room grew warmer, the tension thick as the scent of Ginger’s arousal filled the air. Her pulse quickened and her teeth grew sharper, Ginger enjoyed the feeling as she could smell her best friend’s excitement. She inhaled and closed her eyes as the animal within her took charge.

“It’s like I become someone else. Someone fierce, someone who knows exactly what she wants.” Ginger whispered, her eyes snapping open to reveal pupils dilated with desire. The TV flickered, the battle forgotten as the two friends locked eyes. “Someone who’s not afraid to take it,” she finished, her voice a seductive purr.

Before Brigitte could respond, Ginger leaned in, her sharp teeth grazing the soft flesh of Brigitte’s neck. She gasped, a mix of fear and arousal. Ginger’s grip tightened around her friend’s arm, the claw-like nails digging in slightly, leaving red marks. “What the hell, Gin?” she murmured, her heart racing.

Ginger clamped down as her fangs pierced her friends skin. Ginger closed her eyes as it felt so right to taste the flesh of her friend. Brigitte’s scream of surprise and pain woke Ginger from her trance as she pulled her teeth out and jumped back.

“Owww! That fucking hurt!” Brigitte exclaimed, pushing Ginger on her shoulder. Ginger’s eyes snapped back to normal, the painful throb in her hand subsiding. She looked tongued at her teeth, surprised to see them still human. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?” she asked, genuine concern lacing her voice.

Brigitte rubbed her neck, her eyes wide. “What the actual fuck, Ginge? Did you just bite me like a vampire?” She was more shocked than scared, looking at her friend like she’d just sprouted a second head. The two girls stared at each other, the air in the room heavy with confusion.

Ginger’s eyes grew wide with horror. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just felt... I don’t know, something strange.” She took a step back, her hands shaking as she tried to understand the sudden, uncontrollable urge she’d had.

Brigitte closed her eyes as she breathed in slowly, her hand still pressed against the spot where Ginger’s teeth had grazed her skin. “I-I think I should go home,” she stammered, her voice shaking. She grabbed her bag and coat, her movements jerky and unsure. “Ah, yeah, maybe that’s for the best,” Ginger said, her own voice trembling. She felt a pang of guilt and confusion at her actions, unsure of what had come over her.

As Brigitte moved towards the door, Ginger reached out to grab her arm gently. "Sorry again about this. Forgive me.” she whispered, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

“It’s okay. It just hurts.. a lot. So next time you want to get kinky with me… Warn me. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Brigitte replied, her voice quivering as she tried to put on a brave face. Ginger nodded, her mind racing as she watched her best friend leave, the door closing behind her with a finality that sent a shiver down her spine.

Alone now, Ginger took a deep breath and sank into the couch. Her heart was pounding, and she could still taste the coppery tang of Brigitte’s blood on her tongue. She stared at her hand, the burn mark now pulsing in rhythm with her racing heart. What was happening to her?

Brigitte went down the stairs and got into her car. The cold air outside was a stark contrast to the heat that was still burning through Ginger’s apartment. The pain in her neck was subsiding but the memory of Ginger’s teeth remained vivid in her mind. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of Ginger’s teeth sinking into her flesh, the sharpness of pain giving way to a weird sense of warmth.

Once home, she tossed her bag onto the chair and flopped onto her bed, still in shock. She touched the bitemarks on her neck, feeling the slightest hint of arousal. It was weird but she couldn’t help but think of it as some kind of strange foreplay. She lay there for a while, trying to process the events of the evening. Her thoughts were interrupted by the throbbing pain in her neck growing stronger, pulsing with each beat of her heart.

Her eyes grew heavy, and she felt a strange lethargy wash over her. Her body begged for sleep, and she gave in, drifting off into a fitful slumber filled with vivid dreams.

The next evening, Brigitte awoke to the harsh light of day streaming through her bedroom window. Her neck was sore, and she touched the bitemarks again, feeling the roughness of the scabbed skin. She sat up, the events of last night playing back in her mind like a surreal movie. She knew she had to talk to Ginger about it, but what was she going to say?

Ginger had been her best friend since they were kids. They had been through thick and thin together, sharing every secret and every awkward moment. But this was different. This was something she couldn’t just laugh off or pretend didn’t happen. This was something that could change everything between them.

Brigitte took a deep breath and stepped out of her apartment, the cold night air hitting her face like a slap. She hurried down the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. The thought of facing Ginger was terrifying, but she had to know. Was she okay? Was it some kind of weird kink she had stumbled into? Or was there something more?

When she arrived at Ginger's door, she paused, her hand hovering over the buzzer. What if Ginger had done it on purpose? What if she had some weird vampire fetish she hadn’t told her about? But she knew Ginger wasn’t like that. She was her best friend, her confidant. There had to be a reasonable explanation. With a determined nod to herself, she pressed the button and waited, her heart racing with anticipation.

The door swung open, and Ginger’s face fell when she saw Brigitte. "Oh, hey it’s not a good time tonight," she said, her voice shaky. "Sam and I have plans." Brigitte gave an annoyed look as she barged in. “Tough titties! We need to talk about this!” Brigitte angrily pointed to her bite.

As if on cue a knock on the door interrupted the tension. Ginger looked at the clock, surprised to see it was already 8 PM. She rushed to the door opening it. Sam was standing outside, looking as handsome as ever. “Tonight’s the night baby we are going to fuu oh hey Brigitte! You’re here too!” Sam said, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Brigitte, noticing the redness around her neck.

“You have to go Brigitte. It’s late we’ll talk tomorrow.” Ginger���s voice was firm but her eyes were filled with regret. “No fuck that! Sorry Sam but your girlfriend bit me last night. It was definitely sexual so… What the fuck?!” Brigitte’s voice grew louder as she stepped into the apartment, noticing the candles and rose petals scattered on the floor.

“Plus it’s like still hurting like a bitch! Do you have rabies or something?” In unison Ginger and Sam answered Brigitte. “Or something.” They exchanged a nervous glance as Sam stepped into the apartment, his smile fading as he realized her puncture marks.

Ginger felt the burn on her hand grow hotter, the transformation starting to take hold. She knew she had to tell her, but how could she explain something she didn’t fully understand herself? The room spun as her body began to shift, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady cocktail that made her knees weak. She leaned against the wall for support, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Too late to explain it.” Ginger whispered to herself, the transformation taking her over. Her body grew taut, muscles stretching and bones popping as she began to morph before their very eyes. Her skin shimmered and her eyes grew brighter, her short dull red hair lengthened and thickened into fiery waves that cascaded down her back. Her teeth grew sharp and her nails elongated into gleaming red claws.

Ginger moaned in pleasure as her breasts grew larger, the fabric of her shirt straining against the newfound weight. Her body was changing, and she could feel the power surging through her as her skin shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Her bra straps dug into her shoulders, a stark reminder of the human constraints that no longer applied to her. The burn on her hand had spread up her arm and across her chest, leaving a trail of fiery agony that only added to the exhilaration coursing through her veins.

Brigitte’s eyes widened in shock and pain as she watched Ginger’s transformation. The bitemarks on her neck burned like a brand, the pain searing through her body and bringing with it an unexpected arousal that made her knees buckle. She reached up to touch them, her hand shaking as she felt her own body begin to change. Her breasts swelled, pushing against the fabric of her sweater, and she could feel the weight of them in a way she never had before. Her skin grew warm, and she felt the sudden need to rip the fabric from her body.

Her eyes grew brighter, and she could see the room with a new clarity, as if the world had been painted in high definition. The colors were more vivid, and the sounds around her grew sharper. The scent of Sam’s aftershave filled the room, making her nostrils flare as she took in his musky scent. Her own body was responding in ways she had never felt before, and she knew that she too was becoming something more than human.

Brigitte’s transformation was more subtle but no less dramatic. Her once soft, plush figure grew taut and curved in all the right places. Her hips widened, and her waist narrowed, creating a figure that was both powerful and alluring. Her skin glowed with an inner fire, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. She had always felt self-conscious about her weight, but now she felt like she could take on the world.

Sam’s jaw dropped as he took in the scene before him. Two beautiful, powerful women, one his girlfriend and the other his girlfriend’s best friend, were standing before him, both of them oozing a sexuality that was almost palpable. His eyes darted between them, his body responding in a way that was almost painful. He could feel his cock swell in his pants, and he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching out and touching them.

Ginger’s transformation was complete, and she now stood before him in all her glory, her fiery red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of molten lava. Her eyes glowed with an inner fire that made him want to drop to his knees and worship her. And Brigitte, oh Brigitte, she looked like a goddess in the making, her skin a soft glow that made him want to trace every curve with his tongue.

Ginger growled “oh Sam life just keeps giving you gifts.”

[aifanfictions]

do a story about (y/n) who is the sister of Nanami from Kamisama Hajimemashita. (y/n) is the one who becomes a human god instead of Nanami and they both fo live at the shrine. Tomoe finds (y/n)'s strong will to become as good of a human god as possible endearing and possibly cute. Tomoe slowly falls in love with (y/n) and vows to her that he'll forever protect her and stay by her side, no matter what happens.

Bound by Love

The Mikage Shrine stood in serene solitude, its grounds bathed in the soft hues of twilight. As (Y/N) sat alone in the shrine's peaceful garden, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It was moments like these when she found solace in the tranquil beauty of her surroundings.

Unexpectedly, the quietude was broken by the arrival of Tomoe, the familiar fox spirit who served the shrine. He had a reputation for his gruff exterior and sharp remarks, but there was something about him that (Y/N) found intriguing.

"(Y/N), what are you doing out here all alone?" Tomoe grumbled, his crimson eyes sweeping the garden as if searching for potential dangers.

With a soft smile, she patted the space beside her. "Just enjoying the serenity of the shrine, Tomoe. It's a rare moment of peace."

Reluctantly, Tomoe took a seat beside her, his posture still tense. "Nanami is quite fortunate to have such a dedicated sister," he remarked, his voice softened.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Tomoe. That means a lot."

As the two sat side by side, they found themselves drawn into an easy conversation. Tomoe shared tales of his centuries of service at the shrine, revealing a side of himself that was rarely seen—a fox spirit with a wealth of experiences and wisdom.

Over time, (Y/N) and Tomoe's interactions became a daily routine. Whether it was tending to the garden, preparing offerings, or exchanging playful banter, their bond deepened. Tomoe's gruffness only seemed to add to his charm in (Y/N)'s eyes.

One crisp evening, as they stood together in the shrine's courtyard, (Y/N) looked up at the starry sky. "Tomoe, do you ever wonder about the future? About what might happen to the shrine, to Nanami, and to us?"

Tomoe turned his gaze toward her, his crimson eyes filled with a flicker of curiosity. "I try not to dwell on such matters, (Y/N). Life is unpredictable, especially in our world."

She nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on a distant star. "I want to be the best human god I can be, for Nanami's sake and for the shrine's sake. I want to protect them both, just like you do."

Tomoe watched her with a newfound warmth in his eyes. "(Y/N), I promise you this: no matter what challenges we face, no matter what dangers lurk in the shadows, I will be by your side, protecting you and the shrine. You have my word."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Tomoe. I know I can always count on you."

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Tomoe and (Y/N)'s bond continued to grow. Tomoe's feelings for her deepened, and he couldn't deny that he had fallen in love with the human girl who had become such an integral part of his life.

One evening, beneath the starlit sky that held countless secrets and stories, Tomoe couldn't contain his emotions any longer. He took (Y/N)'s hand in his, and his crimson eyes bore into hers.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, "there's something I need to tell you. I've come to realize that my feelings for you go beyond friendship or duty. I... I love you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s heart soared at his confession, and she felt a warmth enveloping her. Her cheeks flushed as she whispered in response, "Tomoe, I love you too."

In that magical moment, beneath the starry heavens and within the sacred grounds of the Mikage Shrine, Tomoe and (Y/N) sealed their love with a kiss. It was a kiss filled with promises of a future together, of unwavering devotion, and of a love that had blossomed amidst the tranquility of a shrine but was destined to flourish in the world beyond.

Their love story, born in the quietude of the shrine, had become a beautiful and enduring romance—one that held all the warmth and enchantment of the serene Mikage Shrine itself. And in each other's arms, they found the true meaning of love and happiness.

As days turned into weeks, Tomoe and (Y/N)'s love continued to blossom, unhindered by the challenges and adventures that lay ahead. While they cherished their time at the Mikage Shrine, they couldn't ignore the pull of the world beyond.

One sunny morning, (Y/N) approached Tomoe with a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Tomoe, how would you like to accompany me on a journey beyond the shrine? I've always dreamt of exploring the world and helping those in need."

Tomoe raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her proposal. "And what would be the purpose of this journey, (Y/N)?"

She smiled, her determination shining through. "To spread kindness, love, and goodwill, just as we do at the shrine. I believe there are countless people out there who could use our help."

Tomoe couldn't deny the sincerity in her words, and after a moment of consideration, he nodded. "Very well, (Y/N). I shall accompany you on your journey, and we will face whatever challenges lie ahead together."

Their travels took them to bustling towns and remote villages, where they encountered people from all walks of life. (Y/N)'s innate compassion and Tomoe's protective instincts made them a formidable team. They healed the sick, aided the needy, and brought hope to those who had lost it.

During their journey, Tomoe found himself falling in love with (Y/N) all over again. He admired her unwavering dedication to helping others, her boundless kindness, and her radiant smile that could brighten even the darkest of days.

One evening, as they sat by a campfire beneath a star-studded sky, Tomoe couldn't contain his feelings any longer. He turned to (Y/N), his eyes filled with affection. "You know, (Y/N), I've come to realize that I love you more with each passing day. Your kindness, your strength, and your heart inspire me."

(Y/N)'s cheeks flushed, and she smiled warmly at him. "Tomoe, I feel the same way. I love you more than words can express."

In the soft glow of the campfire, they sealed their love with a tender kiss, reaffirming their commitment to each other and to the world they had set out to make a better place.

Their journey continued for many years, filled with adventures, challenges, and unforgettable moments. Together, they made the world a better place, leaving a trail of kindness and hope wherever they went.

But as time passed, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Tomoe. He had become more open, more expressive of his feelings, and more willing to embrace the joys of life beyond their duties at the shrine.

One crisp autumn day, as they walked hand in hand through a golden forest, (Y/N) couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tomoe, you've changed so much since we started this journey. You've become more... human."

Tomoe chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored the autumn hues around them. "I suppose I have, (Y/N). Being with you has shown me the beauty of the human experience—the capacity to love, to hope, and to cherish every moment."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "And I've loved every moment we've spent together, Tomoe."

They continued their walk, the fallen leaves crunching beneath their feet. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a gentle twilight, Tomoe stopped and turned to (Y/N).

"(Y/N), there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time," he began, his voice filled with a vulnerability he had rarely shown before.

(Y/N) looked at him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Tomoe?"

He took a deep breath, his crimson eyes locked onto hers. "Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Will you become my partner for all eternity?"

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she nodded, her heart overflowing with joy. "Yes, Tomoe, a thousand times yes."

In that magical twilight, amidst the rustling leaves and the soft glow of the setting sun, Tomoe and (Y/N) embraced, sealing their love and their promise to spend eternity together.

Their love story, which had begun in the quietude of the Mikage Shrine, had taken them on a journey beyond its sacred grounds—a journey filled with love, kindness, and adventure. And as they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, they knew that their love was a bond that could withstand any challenge, endure any hardship, and shine as brightly as the sun setting over a world they had helped make better.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[jedimandalorian]

Dear Sabezraites,

Although it has been a long while since I preached upon the Sacred Sabezra Texts, I can assure you that the Church of Ezrabine is still going strong. If you missed a sermon, they can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/jedimandalorian/771363686462914560/im-reblogging-this-because-some-of-the-sabezra

Today I would like to share with you my collection of Holy Cards. You should spend some time meditating upon the truths that they reveal.

“Ezra matured and…became especially close to his Mandalorian shipmate, Sabine Wren.”

Please note that this isn’t about fourteen-year-old Ezra’s cute little crush on Sabine. He is between 17-18 in this era of the the Ghost crew’s adventures. Ezra has matured in his Jedi abilities and in his relationship with his “shipmate.” (And yes, we shippers hope that these two will become lifemates instead of just shipmates, but I digress.)

Sabine became “very close with Ezra Bridger” and was “distraught when he vanished into hyperspace.”

“Sabine developed a deep relationship with her crewmate Ezra Bridger.”

Crewmate, shipmate…lifemate? The folks at Topps Trading Cards know something about these two and they are trying to tell us in a very subtle way. What, exactly, is the nature of this “deep relationship” between them?

This is what AI has to say about it:

A "deep relationship" is a connection between people characterized by a high level of mutual understanding, trust, empathy, and intimacy, where individuals feel comfortable sharing their true selves, vulnerabilities, and beliefs with one another, going beyond superficial interactions to form a meaningful bond; it can be found in romantic partnerships, close friendships, or family relationships.

The question is, will they be in a romantic relationship? They are already close friends and in a found family relationship.

Have you ever heard of “Star-Crossed” friends or siblings? I haven’t. I believe the term is “star-crossed lovers.”

AI has something to say about that too:

"Star-crossed" means destined for misfortune or dogged by ill luck. It can also be used to describe two people who are in love but whose relationship is doomed.

😭Dear Filoni, I implore you, please don’t sink our ship. Please give Sabine and Ezra a happy ending. 😭

This will henceforth be known as the face of evil if the Cowboy Hat Man does not make Sabezra canon: 🤠

To soothe our restless hearts and minds, here are some cards from season one of Ahsoka. I had to share these beautiful images to enhance your Sabezra shipper shrine here on Tumblr.

“Fans’ Choice” Duo indeed. They know what we want.

I have spoken.

[kamiko1234]

Alright just got to chapter ten of The Lightning Thief and I have more thoughts.

So, first off : I stay firmly rooted in my opinion that Luke is great. I love him, I bet his hugs are great. He and Percy have a cool brotherly sort of friendship going on. Ngl ? Percy and Luke found family sounds GREAT to me. God knows that poor boy (Percy) could use someone like him (Luke) to look after him. (Sadly with Percy going off with Annabeth and Grover now it seems we'll see less of him, which is a crime imo. Give me my wholesome older bro character. Hope dies last tho, so I'll just hope I can get more of him over the course of the book and the rest of the series !) But also, the hint with his quest ? Naw that backstory is going to be SAD, my poor baby. I will cry over him. I may have only known him for a few chapters but damn, he's my favorite. Offical favorite. Like he deserves for radiating the biggest Teedy bear, Big Bro, Green Flag vibes in the entier series besides our beloved MC Percy. Second off, uh- the gods are sort of dicks ? Like, you are telling me that Poseidon was just A-okay with abandoning Percy for all his life and ONLY claimed him bc he needed him ???? Not cool ! But also, the implications of this ???? And the fact that apparently Percy is being send out on a quest at- what ? 12 ? 13 ? That is NOT safe, and the gods are apparently fine with it too ?????? Not to MENTION what happened with that Thalia girl !? Honestly, the fact that Zeus broke that sacred oath first did not surprise me, but also Hades wtf ?????? That's an innocent kid ! She isn't at fault here you idiot. That entier sittuation is some A+ child neglect and endangerment aswell as what I gotta assume attempted murder, someone call CPS on those guys or I will do it myself. What a bunch of a-holes. On a third note, so the prophecy said that Percy would be betrayed by a friend. Which means I gotta scrap my previous suspicions of Clarisse or any Ares kid, they and Percy are NOT friends. My next best guess would be Annabeth. She's the next best friend of Percy, and she's on the quest with him which would give us good opportunities. She DID seem weirdly enthusiastic to go on a live threatening quest.

Not to mention that Annabeth is a child of Athena, and it was stated that she (Athena) has a rivalry with Poseidon going on. Maybe Athena's in on the plot to steal the Master Bolt and frame Poseidon due to a grudge from that, and Annabeth as her kid acts on her behalf.

But also, she's like- the only one I can reasonably imagine doing it. Besides here Percy has like, two other friends. Grover and Luke. Grover is the ultimate dork, but also has more than enough motives to specifically STAY loyal. Besides the obvious thing of getting his license, he's been Percy's oldest friend at that point. he cares for him. As for Luke, I just don't think he's the type to do that, yk ? As far as I've seen the guy is nothing but caring, he teached Percy and welcomed him ! Even going out of his way to train him when the other campers were avoiding him after he'd been claimed. Why would Luke do that if he'd just betray him at the end ? He's seemingly being written out of the book for now too, when should he get the chance to betray Percy ? (He did have that one weird line about looking evil that one time which confused me a bit ???? Ngl imma just assume he has a cool badass side, like the cool badass dude he is. Did I say that I really like Luke already ?) My fourth point : the line in the prophecy saying Percy'll fail to save what's most important will be him failing to save his Mom from the underworld. Hades' is built up to be the big bad, and he rules the underworld where Percy's mom is currently in. He cares a whole lot about her and Percy did think about saving her already. And last but not least, I think Annabeth betraying Percy will lead to him not being able to save his Mom. I'd imagine it'd go like this : Percy, Annabeth and Grover go to the underworld to get the Master Bolt from Hades (which I assume is the big bad) and to save Percy's mom. They manage to get the Master Bolt, and are about to save Percy's mom when Annabeth reveals herself and betrays them. Causing Percy and Grover to be unable to get Sally. And that was all ! PS: OMG OK I JUST STARTED WITH CHAPTER 10 AND I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT WITHOUT WAITING FOR THE NEXT POST. I FUCKING LOVE LUKE, buddy sprinted up there so say goodbey AND he handed Percy those sneakers ?

Naw I'm convinced of my theory now. No WAY Luke could ever be a bad guy ! Why go through all that trouble just to betray Percy in the end ? But also, found family sense are going strong in me rn. Greenest Flag if I have ever seen one. BUT ALSO HE GIVES HEADPATS ? AKJFHQILUWEZBDIL I do still think he has some issues going on tho, poor lad. I hope he get's therapy and a good hug. he deserves it.

[howdeepthegrave]

Current Ongoing Fanfic Projects

Series:

All That Mushy Stuff: Modern no powers Agathario AU. They met at university: the self-isolating, self-loathing English Lit major and the hotshot basketball star with a passion for botany. Somehow, love came into play. Chaptered stories + one-shots.

Wherever You Are: The requisite film star/celeb AU. What are up-and-coming film stars Rio Vidal and Agatha Harkness to do when they find themselves falling in love the moment they meet? Probably just live the rest of their lives together. Four complete chaptered stories, fifth story currently in development.

Worth All the World: Modern no powers Agathario one-shots AU. A most mundane life. Weird amount of fandom crossovers.

Standalone Stories:

We Carry On: The requisite rock band AU. In the mid 2000s and early 2010s, Coven True were a band on the rise. Then, a series of health issues, personal tragedies, and interpersonal disputes brought an end to the music. Over a decade after the band broke up, former Coven True frontwoman Agatha Harkness has built a successful solo career and settled in to raising Tommy and Billy, the sons of her deceased bandmate Wanda Maximoff. When her agent Lilia Calderu approaches Agatha about the possibility of getting the band back together for a reunion album and tour, the offer is almost tempting. Almost. Agatha might even go for it, if it would not mean having to deal with the person she has shut out of her life the most seriously: her ex-wife, Rio Vidal.

Our Next Steps: Modern no powers Agathario AU. Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal fell in love as teenagers, only to be separated when their relationship was discovered. They found each other again as adults, but had to maintain a facade of simple friendship due to Agatha's marriage. When Agatha is finally free of her abusive husband Ralph, can she and Rio figure out how to move forward from the pain of the past to a brighter future?

Hopeless Case: Modern no powers Agathario AU. Rio Vidal is falling hard for her neighbor, Agatha Harkness, but she knows the feelings can never be reciprocated. So why won't the feelings stop, and why won't her friends let the whole thing go? This story is very personal for me in many ways as far as the portrayal of a certain character. I just foisted a lot of my own stuff onto Rio here: anxiety, depression, autism, and speech issues, among other things.

If By the Light of a Sacred Moon: Modern-with-magic Agathario AU that was not supposed to get this worldbuild-y. A case of homicide in Westview, New Jersey throws multiple wrenches into the life of Detective Agatha Harkness: a Jane Doe victim and a teenaged John Doe suspect, evidence of possible trafficking of magic users, and most bothersome of all, her ex-wife, FBI Agent Rio Vidal, in town to help with the case.

Against Expectations: 1960s set no powers Agathario AU delving into butch/femme relationship dynamics of the mid-20th century lesbian bar scene. In 1963, Agatha Harkness was just doing her best to live a happy, settled life as a divorced single mother in the small town of Westview, New Jersey. She never expected that a weekend visit to see her godmother in New York City would lead to a new understanding of herself via a visit to a very certain sort of bar and a chance meeting with the entrancing Rio Vidal.

For All We Know: Modern no powers Agathario AU. CONTENT WARNING FOR ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA DYNAMICS. A decade ago, Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal escaped together from a wilderness camp for "troubled teens" and briefly became media celebrities as they spoke out against the Troubled Teen Industry. Over the next few years, their paths diverged. Meeting again as adults in their late 20s, they find that they still have many things in common, including a dedication to preventing others from going through the trauma they experienced. They also find that the mutual attraction they felt in their teens has not faded, but only lain dormant. All that stands in the way of them building something more from their old relationship is the pressure of societal expectations and their own personal issues regarding the dynamics of their relationship.