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sugareey-makes-stuff · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,365 times in 2022

That's 2,962 more posts than 2021!

105 posts created (3%)

3,260 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@akindplace

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@crazybutgood

@awesomedig

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I tagged 2,315 of my posts in 2022

Only 31% of my posts had no tags

#hp fanart - 451 posts

#drarry - 439 posts

#hp fanfic - 324 posts

#art rec - 318 posts

#signal boost - 296 posts

#yesss i love this - 232 posts

#hp fests - 222 posts

#harry potter - 218 posts

#draco malfoy - 184 posts

#drarry fanart - 171 posts

Longest Tag: 39 characters

#and it shouldn't always have to be free

My Top Posts in 2022:

I’ve got one more character portrait I wanted to get out of my system before I need to work on other projects, so here’s Derek for ya! I honestly wasn’t sure how Sourwolf was going to turn out, but he actually exceeded my expectations. He was thankfully easier to draw than I thought he would be (the grumpy characters I do draw are hard AF to get right), so he was a breath of fresh air. I could definitely get used to drawing him more (and maybe doing some really cool things with his eyes). Also, swooning over that facial hair and the shadows, and this general colour palette was really great to work with. You can view Derek as part of the work Snapshots of Time on AO3. Thinking about maybe working on Scott or Lydia next, but we’ll see!

191 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

What were the words that you said to me that made me feel so special now? Here’s my @sterekweek-2022 contribution for the “Sing Me A Song” prompt! This art piece went in its own direction, and I just followed the path it took me. Lyrics are based on Finch’s song, “Stay With Me.” You can also view Makes Me Feel Alive on AO3. Folks who are familiar with my work know I live for anything inspired by songs and lyrics, so I obviously had to see what I could come up with for Sterek. Thankfully, I have a gazillion songs and lyrics that work so well for them! :D Drawing an almost kiss scene was fun since there’s something raw and emotional about this moment Derek and Stiles are about to share. I loved drawing Derek’s leather jacket, and Stiles’ plaid button-ups have been teaching me new ways to work with patterns and simple clothing. And the way the mixed media spread ended up really embraces the October and spooky feels. I may have another Sterek surprise for ya for Halloween, so stay tuned!

194 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

Welp! I’ve been sitting on this for quite a while, but I can now scream and squee about the gorgeous Perciver art @rxbbits made me for Where do we go from here? !! This very art piece inspired me to finish There’s a guiding light (on AO3) Since that fic deserved a follow-up and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write something inspired by this beautiful art, I just posted a ficlet that links to both of these pieces. Title: I’m always by your side (<- on AO3) Rating: General/Teen WC: 1.5k Tags: The Burrow, Post-War, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Honesty, Patronuses, Fluff and Angst, Reassurances, Conversations, Summer, Angst with a Happy Ending, Doubt, Memories, Oliver Wood-centric Summary: In this moment, they existed. In this moment, they could truly appreciate each other’s company as the sun went down. [Or: Oliver and Percy have an honest conversation for the first time in ages and find comfort when two silver guardians make appearances again.] The ficlet uses @wood-you-rather-challenge prompts On the count of three, travel and Everything that kills me makes me feel alive and rarepair_shorts Rare Pairings Challenge 2022 prompts the Burrow and second chances. ANYWAY, my gods, I love the art that goes with this so much. I can stare at it all day because it reminds me why I love these two. They’re soooo precious!! Eeep! XD A BIG thank you to Matteo for listening to all of my ideas, talking all things Perciver with me and making this piece truly come to life. Make sure to check some of Matteo’s other Perciver art pieces or support his work! <333

268 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

Well, it looks like I can finally share this, after not being able to say anything for...I don’t know for how long?! Anyway, here’s what I made for @hd-wireless this year, which is my first Drarry fest piece of the year so far! Drarry has been with me through and through for a long time, and if you were to look at my Drarry playlist, Three Days Grace’s “I Hate Everything About You” is 10000% in there. I’ve loved this song for ages, and it sums up Harry and Draco’s relationship so well, it’s not even funny. I am so glad @sunflower-swan prompted this song so I could snatch it right up! More rambling about how I came up with this piece are in my notes. Cheers, and I hope you enjoy! Title: Every Feeling That I Get (<-see the full work on AO3) Rating: Teen Medium: Digital art Content and Tags: Mirrors, Hands, Love/Hate, Sectumsempra , Fiendfyre, Getting Together, Snogging, UST, Shirtless, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Rivalry, Feelings Realization, Memories, Post-War, Growing Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Enemies to Lovers Summary: The events from their malicious past somehow bring Harry and Draco together in a new way.

272 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Since it’s spooky season, this has a perfect time to delve deeper into more Teen Wolf and lore. So far, it’s been really fun to geek out over monsters, mythology and all things supernatural again. To do that (for a fandom that’s still newish to me) has helped me loosen up my expectations, look forward to trying new things, and I’ve been slowly getting back on track to finish up current art and fic WIPs. I guess this was the breath of fresh air I needed get out of that corner of roadblocks and feeling stuck. It seems to be working! I’m still getting my feet wet with Sterek (a ship I didn’t know I needed and one I adore sooo much). So, here’s a little something for @averysterekfall! I may have let this one run away, since there’s art AND a triple drabble that go together. :D If you like Teen Wolf and Supernatural references/crossovers, this might be your cuppa. Cheers and enjoy! Title: It’s Enough For Now (<- on AO3) Rating: G WC: 300 (w/ art) Tags: Autumn, Blankets, Comfort, Huddling For Warmth, Feelings Realization, Uncertainty, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Episode: s01e11 Scarecrow (Supernatural), POV Stiles Stilinski, Monster of the Week, Exhaustion, Pagan Gods, Mixed Media, Digital Art, Triple Drabble Summary: “You know, I could get another blanket,” Stiles points out, breaking the silence. “Or let me grab my hoodie from the couch—” “It’s fine,” Derek interjects in a low voice. He tugs the blanket gently, pulling Stiles closer. “Stiles…” [Or, Stiles and Derek end up sharing a blanket after coming back from the pack's latest supernatural adventure.]

314 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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spnfic85 · 2 years ago

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First Comes Love... (Ch. 5)

WARNINGS: 18+ -Minors DNI ‼️- Fluff, so much fluffs.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: I have been a sad panda! This is still my feel good drabble I am claiming as an actual piece. I never want to stop and I really want to write more in detail small moments... Imagine papa Thor at a baby boutique o.o *squee*

Summary: Thor takes you on a little venture <3

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Chapter 5

4 Weeks Later

The morning sunlight was overcast and gray this morning. The bedroom was still dim, as if it was still early dawn, but your phone didn’t lie when its alarm went off. Thor’s hand splayed protectively over your belly while he slept, and when the alarm went off, he groaned and pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t leave me today, let’s just cuddle.” He offered with a smirk. You wriggled your bottom against him and giggled when he reacted so quickly before you rolled away and reached over to shut off the alarm.

“As much as we would love to, we still have adult lives to live… And I have endless errands to complete today.” You sighed and winked at him. Thor pouted a bit before reaching down again to your belly and greeting the little souls that resided there.

“Good morning little ones, daddy loves you.” He murmured against your belly.

Thor had become fascinated with the growth of your babies and would regularly harass Bruce and Tony for any other information. It got to the point that Tony downloaded a pregnancy tracking app on Thor’s phone so that he could read about it every day. You enjoyed watching him fascinated as he read new facts every morning and kissed him deeply before slipping from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

As the shower warmed, you undressed and looked at yourself in the mirror, turning to your side. For yourself, you could see the slight change. Feel the change in jeans and the slight squeeze you now had to do in your work clothes. But you felt like you simply looked bloated, with slightly better breasts. Warm broad hands wrapped around your middle section, and you smiled at Thor’s reflection as he kissed your shoulder gently.

“I see a glowing beautiful woman who carries my children… Stop the morning assessment my petal.” He murmured already knowing what you were doing in the mirror. “Soon you will complain when you no longer see your feet or wonder how your belly will grow any larger.” Thor smiled at you lovingly in the mirror before leading you to the warm shower to wash up and get ready for the day.

Thor had a way of making everything around you feel magical… The way he touched you, how he made sure to clean you first, with gentle hands and the most careful of touches. It was as if you were his goddess and he the enraptured mortal… Thor knelt in the shower to wash your feet and legs, looking up at you impishly before kissing up your plush thigh to your core. To have the god of thunder and fertility at your feet… worshiping the most intimate core of your being… It almost seemed a game of his to make you stay quiet, so your voice didn’t ricochet off the walls of the shower.

This game continued throughout the week, and for the remainder of the day you barely saw your love as you worked on a lower floor managing paperwork and media. Tony trusted you to handle the more sensitive information and to also brief all media contacts before and after interviews or news coverage. All the while, you had been fiercely protective of your personal relationships, and although you did not allow unprofessional visits, were surprised that Thor had yet to find a reason to come to your office.

As your morning wrapped up, your belly growled with the reminder that half a bagel was not enough for a body growing two little Asgardian twins. It wouldn’t hurt to pop down to the bodega on the corner and grab something warm. It was still autumn, the air crisp and cool but not frigid. Perfect for a quick walk. You slipped from your desk, grabbing your coat and phone before heading out the office door.

You nearly walked face first into Thor’s chest, making him drop his phone as he hung up with someone, choosing to save you instead.

“Petal! I’m so sorry- are you okay?” He asked attentively, looking you over, “Were you about to leave?” He asked kneeling to grab his phone.

You smiled at him and nodded, “Just wanted to grab something for brunch, I realized I hadn’t eaten much this morning and I’m dying without coffee.” You groaned and he chuckled softly.

“Well, I cannot solve your coffee issue, but I would be more than happy to take you out for brunch?” He offered with a sheepish smile.

“Do you think we should?” You asked unsure, “Paparazzi can sniff you out a mile away babe.”

Thor scoffed and kissed you gently, “Let them. It’s time we let the world know. They’ve been guessing it for eons, they’ll need to see you sooner or later… You are mine and I am yours. I will love you even when the world forgets our names and we are dust among the stars…” He murmured softly.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you felt a familiar sting behind your eyes. You sniffed and smiled at him as he panicked, realizing you were about to cry, “Oh no- no my petal, I am so sorry. Please don’t cry.” He said, wiping the small tears from the corners of your eyes. You laughed softly and shook your head,

“You are too poetic Thor Odinson, my hormones just react.” You teased and kissed him back sweetly, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Never stop speaking to me that way, sir.” You made a bratty face, and he chuckled close.

Thor put out his arm for you to take it and patted your hand gently once you gripped close, before heading you to the front elevator and down out the main entrance of Stark Tower. You normally slipped out a side door easily enough, never being a well-known Avenger helped in that. Very few people ever knew when you were on a mission, let alone those you worked with. If you had done your job poorly, those famed Avengers may have never come home…

Walking out the front doors on the arm of one of the most beloved hunks on the team was… a surprise to say the least. Thor smiled at the cameras and walked you dotingly down to the car waiting in front. He opened the passenger door for you, kissing your hand before letting you slide in the front seat. You got comfortable, pulling out your phone, expecting him to take a few moments for fans and was surprised to look up to see Thor taking a photo with a small child before apologizing to the others, and excusing himself into the driver’s seat.

“Babe, you didn’t want to say hi?” You asked confused. Thor normally doted on his fans and loved to make others happy with ‘such a simple thing’ as a photo or signature. But today he only stopped for the child… He shrugged as he started the car, both of you waving to the people outside as he pulled away.

“I make time for fans. But right now, I would like to take the mother of my children out to brunch.” He looked over at you and winked. You blushed and smiled out the window, the man always knew how to make you feel so special…

Thor drove for some time, getting on the highway out of the main city. He refused to tell you where you were going, but only made you wait about twenty minutes before pulling up to a small swanky “Olde Towne” style main street. There was old brick worked buildings lining the road, with wide sidewalks and decorative flower planters scattered down the length. Thor parked along an old café and hopped out to help you out carefully.

“I found this place on accident a couple weeks ago. I’ve been wanting to take you ever since.” He said happily, opening the door to the café for you before following in. The café was lined with old records, some signed, some with photos of musicians. The ambiance was shadowy and warm, like how one would imagine a bear felt about its own burrow.

A staff member hurried up to seat the two of you, clearly knowing who your partner was but eyeing you curiously. It was not offensive, but they were curious about you. You thanked them warmly and ordered a hot cider while you both read over the small, neat brunch menus handed to you as you sat. There were about six options you wanted to try, and you groaned wondering if Thor would be mortified at your hunger.

“How do I choose babe?” You asked softly. Thor arched a brow, looking up from his menu and grinned at you.

“We can get more than one thing. We live with the Hulk part time, my dear. Bruce will surely help with anything brought back.” He winked and we both looked back as the staff member had tripped over themselves at the mention of Bruce’s name. You grinned at Thor when the kid, because that’s what they were- no older than seventeen, slyly pulled out their phone to snap a photo.

“We can definitely do that.” You laughed, “But what brought you out here a couple weeks back? I don’t have any paperwork for a job out here?” You asked curiously. Thor flushed and he chuckled softly.

“Ah- well, shopping in the city can be… difficult, to say the least. I hate how the things sometimes look nothing the same on the websites, so I came out to the shop myself to look at things.” He chuckled, still a twinge crimson.

“Whaaaaat sort of things my sweet god?” You teased, your hand reaching out for his, those large fingers instantly grasping yours.

“Firstly, there was a most precious baby shoppe here. I must take you there after we are done here. Secondly…? Ah well… Some craftmanship can only be appreciated truly in person…” He smiled, keeping my gaze as the staff came up with your warm drinks, ready to take your order.

Thor let you order first, before breaking eye contact to look up at the teen with a charming smile, “What’s your favorite breakfast item on the menu?” He asked sincerely curious. The kid rambled off a few of their favorites and Thor nodded, “All of those then. We will sample and bring whatever back home.” He winked and thanked them kindly.

You giggled into your mug as the kid practically scrambled to the back kitchen to tell the cook the order. You both listened as the cook made them repeat the guest before a small clang was heard as something fell over.

“Look at you.” You teased Thor, “Giving those poor people heart attacks with your presence.” You winked and he leaned over the table and kissed you deeply.

Your brunch was absolutely delicious, and Thor was right, there were always people back home who would happily help clear fresh leftovers from the fridge. By the time Thor paid and tipped handsomely, the teen’s best friend had appeared in the opposite end table of the café and was seen squealing excitedly in the little hall to the break room when they came back with the selfie Thor graciously took with them.

Once back outside, you dropped our food in the car before taking his hand and walking along the beautiful, cobbled walkway, enjoying the small-town ambiance as Thor lead you to a small baby boutique. Inside the owner greeted you both warmly, acting as if she had never once watched the news, allowing you both to wander the shoppe like a “normal” couple, picking out small baby things in neutral colors in sets of two.

Thor showed you the sigil on the inside of the baby clothing. The iron-on tag inside carried the rune of protection by Odin. It was on all the baby clothing, worked into the emblem of the store name. “This is why I came out here. It is rare to find someone who believes as I do, but I wanted to see it in my hand first.” He murmured and ran his hands over the small onesie.

You smiled to yourself as he held the small thing, wondering how small his children would look in the coming year in his hands. Your stomach did a flip, and you bit your lip as the realization you were pregnant with his children dawned over you for the millionth time this week again.

When you both walked to the front to check out, the store clerk looked at you both surprised, “Twins?” she asked excitedly, and you nodded with a matching smile. “Congratulations! Do you know the genders yet?”

“No, not quite, but I have an inclination.” You winked and thought back to the dreams you’ve been having the past month. The woman nodded knowingly,

“I was the same with all five of mine. Never was wrong once, so listen to your gut.” She smiled and folded the small items neatly. As Thor swiped the card, we noticed the small group of teens who now lingered nearby, peeking around shops.

“I believe they’ve sniffed us out.” Thor chuckled and took your hand. You both thanked the woman and took a breath before slipping back out on to the sidewalk. These kids weren’t like the ones who waited out in front of the tower. No one yelled for either of you, they gave you space. But they were clearly following the pair of you as Thor guided you to another shop, a bookstore this time, before murmuring he would be right back and slipping back outside.

You eyed him suspiciously as he walked farther up the road but held your baby bags and looked along the expecting parents’ side, choosing a couple, before finding yourself in the supernatural fiction corner. You were a sucker for vampires, ghosts, and spooks alike. What was teenaged romance without a forbidden werewolf love? You snorted to yourself and read the inside covers of a few before selecting one and buying your small stack.

In the fifteen minutes it had taken you to find a seat, Thor arrived back- slightly out of breath. “Did you find anything you wanted?” he asked, grinning, and kissing you when he saw your small pile. You wanted to press where he went, but that was when the real paparazzi finally caught up to your location and snapped the first photo from the storefront window. Thor grinned again and sat down with you, opening one of the expecting books and peeking over the top to the camera aimed at you both.

Tony was going to kill you when this hit the media.

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Chapter 6

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jippy-kandi · 4 years ago

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Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 27: To The New Continent (Review)

Thoughts on the twenty-seventh episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

This is a day later than usual. It happens. Sorry. :P

Hikari is genuinely creepy, lmao. What exactly is Toei going for here? Unmoving child mannequin doll, who quietly kills you in your sleep? If so, spot on! :P

You know the moment Takeru turns to look at Hikari? I hope he’s not going to start crushing on this creepy little girl. If I were him, I would quietly step back from her, lol.

Koushirou continues being a whiz kid. Cool, cool. I guess.

Agumon to Hikari: “Are you OK? You’re not scared?” No, Agumon, get with the program! She’s the one scaring us! XD;

Sora: “Is Takeru the little brother you mentioned before?” Yamato: “Yeah. He was called here as the Holy Digimon’s partner.” Yamato should’ve been like, “No, bish, he just looks like a tiny version of me.” SQUEE AT THIS SORATO INTERACTION. XD; Also, translated, this conversation actually goes - Sora: “Is this my future brother-in-law?” Yamato: “Yeah, babe.” NO, I WILL NOT STRIKE THIS. XD; Also, Sora, Yamato and Takeru were framed together later - IT’S THE SORATO FAMILY, YOU GUYS! IT’S BEGINNING!!! <3

Jou continues to be a joke, lol. Even his digimon treats him like one. orz

Did Leomon just die? Or did he and the others just disappear somewhere? Unsure. But BYEEE! :P

Mimi on Birdramon: “It’s too high! I’m gonna cry!” Palmon: “Don’t look down, Mimi!” Sora: “Only look forward, Mimi-chan! We’re almost at land!” I like little moments like this where the characters care about and help one another. :)

Taichi jumping off Kabuterimon with Agumon, to land on the evolved Greymon, all whilst in the air . . . is so utterly ridiculous. YOU ARE NOT SUPERMAN, CHILD! I need a better level of realism in this show, OK. :P

I did like seeing Koushirou being protective of Hikari, and Jou being protective of Takeru. It warms my cold heart. :)

I also liked how menacing they made Groundramon. Worthy opponents are neat.

That was nice of Toei to remember that Garurumon and Greymon have personalities. The two interacted as old buddies again. Woot!

Wow, Togemon and especially Ikkakumon came really close to being eaten! I felt scared for them. But I don’t know why this surprised me so much when Taichi was actually literally eaten by DoneDevimon, lol.

I really liked seeing all the kids and their digimon fighting together. More of this, please!

Taichi surging ahead towards Groundramon, being courageous with MetalGreymon’s special mode, felt epic and all that . . . but outside of the moment, you’ll remember that most of the kids are that courageous too, so their awe of him falls a little flat. YOU GUYS CAN DO IT TOO, I SAW YOU! :P The moment did add to Taichi’s leadership though, so - great.

Angemon died quite recently and now he’s back so easily because Takeru wants to fight too, lol. I did like Patamon growing wings to evolve though, he looked like a neat holy pig there. :)

THIS NEW ENDING ART IS GORGEOUS! I’m in love. They all looked so cute, even Hikari! THE CREEPY CHILD IS ACTUALLY CAPABLE OF HAVING FUN!? Also, can Sora please swap her pink outfit for her winter outfit? Girl looked amazing!

Next week’s preview: “The separated children’s fight for survival begins!” . . . WHAT. THE. FUCK. TOEI!? You split them up for ages just to finally bring them back together again FOR ONE WHOLE EPISODE - only to FUCKING SPLIT THEM UP AGAIN IN THE NEXT!? Holy shit. Are you even paying attention to your viewers!? -_-

I really liked the episode the first time I saw it, just because I was super excited about everyone being back together again and interacting, etc. It brings me immense joy to see my kids all together. However . . . it was a pretty weak episode, lol. I would’ve liked it if the kids had just caught up with each other and rested for a slow, introspective episode. But that is just something the reboot refuses to deliver! :P

And, I swear to God, if they really do split up the kids again next episode - it better be for a REALLY temporary time period! Like, first half of the episode, and together by the end, lol. I can’t with Toei. WHY PLAY US LIKE THAT!? XD;

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muthaz-rapapa · 5 years ago

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Rewatch: Mahou Tsukai Precure Ep 2

For the record, I am always going to be that little girl excited to go magic school for the first time.

You won’t take that away from me, EVAH!

Hello, hello again and welcome to episode 2 of our rewatch marathon!

Unfortunately (or fortunately, hahaha), I couldn’t make it shorter since I have to talk about everything but I did finish it by Sunday so yay~!

Oh, and I’m going to switch to using the terms “witch/wizard” in place of “mage” from now on. The rough translation of “魔法使い” (mahoutsukai) is literally “magic user” but it can also be exchanged with words like “mage”, “sorcerer”, “magician” so technically, it’s not wrong. “Witch” and “wizard” can also have more specific translations ( (魔女, majo & 魔道士, madoushi, respectively) but I still feel they’re more appropriate for MahoPre’s setting. It just depends how you interpret the context, I guess.

Starting with the Snailiner.

I mean, it’s a giant snail train transporting you between worlds.

That’s so friggin’ awesome!! *squees* xDD

And here are our Muggle newbies, taking in the inter-realm sights for all its worth.

But that’s not as important as OMGERD, Mofurun’s lil’ tail twitching in wonder and curiosity! KYAAAAA~!!!

Mofurun smooshing her nose to the glass to get a closer look~!!

SO BABEY, IT HURTS!!!!

(੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡

Riko, however, is eager to get down to business and tries to get an answer on how Mofu-chan came to life...

But these two are just too happy that they can talk to each other now that they don’t really care about the whys or the whats of the hows and UGH!

My heart! *clutches chest*

♡(｡>ˇ艸<)

God, we know Mirai has probably been talking to Mofurun since she could first utter words (and likely baby gabbled to her before that, too) but imagine how long that wait must have been for Mofurun! Never knowing if there will ever be chance for her to tell Mirai know how much she loves her and everything!

I’m so happy Mofu-baby got her wish in the end! <3

Oh, Riko...

You’re in for a lot of these non-answers, I’m afraid. (^ ^ ;;)

Next is Mirai’s turn to ask the questions and of course, she wants to know what Precure is.

We already know how this goes as a yearly tradition but it’s interesting how centuries/extensively long periods of time can embellish a legend so much that it differs significantly from how it was originally told or what it actually means.

The way Riko explains it, it’s as if Precure has appeared in the world before when in reality, Mirai and Riko are in fact the very first Precure (in this universe).

The conditions match up because (WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD):

1) The “magic” (Precure) Mother Rapapa mentioned before her passing will occur when the two worlds come together again. Cue a person from the Mundane World (Mirai) meeting and teaming up with a person from the Magic World (Riko) to fulfill that prophecy. Also note that before these two, no pair like them has ever showed up since Mother Rapapa’s death even though the Magic World has already found ways to travel to the Mundane World and back long ago.

2) Mother Rapapa’s powers are implied to take on the form of Linkle Stones. That said, they disappeared when she did...until they reappeared with the arrival of Precure. We can take that to mean that Precure are the inheritors of Rapapa’s will, to reunite the separate worlds.

3) The birth of Ha-chan, Mother Rapapa’s reincarnation, happened after Mirai and Riko became Precure together.

So really, if I’m getting this right, we might have three versions of this legend: the one that is the most commonly known but not exactly correct [Riko’s version]; the one which is told by the oldest fairies/magical beings who lived in the time when Mother Rapapa was still alive and the world was still one [the original]; finally, the one that’s happening before our eyes where the connection and bond forged between Mirai and Riko can bring about miracles, such as the return of Mother Rapapa through Ha-chan [the true version].

The fact that Deusmast’s revival coincides with these events are anything but coincidental. Mother Rapapa knew she was going to have to face it again so it’s not a stretch to say she might have planned for her own rebirth in the present day to prepare for that.

Two girls who can bring the two worlds together will become Precure, wielders of Mother Rapapa’s powers. Said two girls will also raise and look after her future self, Kotoha, before she’s ready to face her true purpose. When the two worlds are in sync again and Kotoha accepts her role as a divine existence, then, combined with the gathered Linkle Stones and the extra support of Precure and every living being on planet earth, the reborn Mother Rapapa can finally be summoned in her full might to confront and defeat Chaos once and for all.

......or at least, that’s how I’m interpreting it as of this moment. I may have gotten few details wrong but see, this is why I need to do a rewatch. To find out how on or far off the mark I am.

I’m really liking this theory, though, cuz it just makes too much sense! compared to the crazy ones I normally make anyways, lol xD;

Erhem, alright a break from the wall of text.

Mirai is like “Wow, that’s pretty cool!” because it’s not every day you’ve acquired abilities only found in stories and tales while Riko is like...

“Wait...wut?” *PROCESSING*

And then...

Proceeds to probably have one of the biggest revelations of her life and goes all creepy smiley about it.

lol, oh, Riko. You’re scaring me, darling. (^ ^ ;;)

But jokes and laughs aside, you can see the differences between their personalities in these few seconds.

Riko wants to be recognized and respected so badly as a proper witch that she’ll even settle for using a shortcut through the Emerald or simply bearing the title of Precure to get there. Despite the fact that neither of those are synonymous with the credit and skill earned from hard work. In other words, she’d only be a witch in name and nothing more. It’s not truly her magic.

However, from Riko’s standpoint, you have to understand why she’s desperate. She’s got poor marks in the most essential subject for magic users and thinks something’s wrong with her because of that. She can’t handle her embarrassment from that ineptitude and if she’s tried everything already and nothing works, then she’s going to have to resort to more outrageous methods to get out of the dilemma she’s in.

This logic is filled with flaws and it’s terribly worrisome but Riko, if anything, is determined to make something of herself. She may have fallen down more times than she can count but she always made herself stand up.

It’s hard not to cheer for her and want her to succeed.

Mirai, in comparison, seems more naive and simple-minded.

Riko’s excitement is not something she can comprehend right now because for one thing, she’s never had to shoulder the angst that comes with not being able to fulfill expectations that is, until the epilogue.

But rather than see this as a bland aspect of her character, we should appreciate that Mirai is a very stable, positive and warm person.

When Riko couldn’t deal with the frustration over her own perceived failures, Mirai never judged her for what she could or couldn’t do. She still wholeheartedly accepted Riko, unfailingly believed that Riko can achieve great things and still saw Riko as the most amazing witch she’s ever come across. Yes, even though there were more accomplished magic users she’s met since coming over to the Magic World, the one Mirai continued to admire and wanted to get close to the most was Riko.

It’s true that for a majority of the season, Mirai played more of supporting role to Riko at times and didn’t have any personal wish other than wanting to stay together with her beloved friends. Nevertheless, she’s always immensely cherished by the people around her for who she is. Especially Riko, who really needed someone like Mirai in her life. That Mirai places those she loves above any great ambition and later goes on to chase a dream of rejoining the two worlds so everyone can be happy together, it really proves how purely wonderful she is as a person.

That’s cute. 8D

I’d be lying if I wasn’t reminded of Harry Potter when I saw this because it did.

But this is a magical girl anime where almost everything is cutesy-fied so I’m obliged to scream when I see something I think is cute! xD;

This time, it’s Riko’s turn to treat Mirai to food!

Awesome! I like to believe they do this all the time. Riko takes care of everything when they visit the Magic World and Mirai provides when they’re in the Mundane World.

A part of their relationship that’s always balanced no matter what.

Ha-chan and Mofurun don’t have to pay, though, cuz they babies and it’s okay for their mommies to spoil them~ <3

Shivery Mofu-baby~

lol, she even goes to touch it a second time like “Brrr~, this is chilly, but one more cuz it’s gives me the tingles, bRrRrRr~!!”

xDDD

That looks sooooo cool!

I love mandarin oranges and I’ve ate them slightly chilled before. They’re great.

But eating one in this manner? I wanna try, I wanna try!

FEED DA TINY BEAR

( ☉ω⊙)

(๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ

Mirai’s so enjoying every moment of this impromptu trip and Riko’s quite satisfied that she can impress someone for once.

But then there’s that dreaded crunching noise and, well...

The mouth can’t lie while eating, after all, lol.

Ok, Riko’s faces are the best.

She went from “Are you serious, don’t make me look bad, plz” to “Shoot, these are hard as rocks, oh no, how do I protect my vulnerable image in front of this Muggle?! *sweats*”

In the end, she dodged it with tsun, hahaha

So they finally arrive in the Magic World and frankly, it’s a beautiful place. Is every piece of land a floating island?! I want to live there! :D

Also, yes, while StarPre did take extra steps in worldbuilding, there are few things you gotta remember:

1) MahoPre aired before StarPre did, so it should be expected for later seasons to improve on what their predecessors brought to the table. Seeing as MahoPre and StarPre had the same series coordinator, Isao Murayama, I’d say he definitely got better when it came to this topic.

2) MahoPre only had one foreign world in its setting while StarPre had many planets since it dealt with space.

3) MahoPre still did what a lot of other Precure seasons opted not to do: give the main characters free access to explore and learn about other worlds.

Seriously, the “fantasy land seized by darkness/evil and needs to be saved by girls from another dimension” plot is present in almost every installation of this tv franchise that it’s just refreshing to not be restricted by those limits for once.

I could go on but I think I’ve made my point. :P

Riko said the Magic Academy is at the center of the Magic World. So does that mean it’s the highest authority on all matters regarding magic? Because I don’t recall anything about the Magic World having an actual government.

Well, anyways, I suspect that all the students’ wands are registered with the school otherwise that’d be a huge security risk if anyone can just open the gate with a simple spell. (o_o ;;)

Oh, and look, it’s the kitty from Riko’s metro pass! :D

Same, Mirai.

SAAAAAAAMMMMMMMEEEEEE

SUUUUURRRREEE, WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT

Here’s MahoPre’s version of McGonagall. Strangely enough, we never got a name for her. Same for the Headmaster. They were always addressed as just their faculty names.

Anyways, she’s as stern and strict as you’d expect of any teacher but even so, I don’t find her disapproval towards Riko’s actions to be too unfair or too harsh.

I mean, c’mon, if you were in her position and found out that one of your students broke a bunch of rules overnight only for them to come back with an outsider and this explanation, wouldn’t you react the same way she did?

The lady’s just doing her job.

Plus, her anger is justified because not only did Riko break the rules and exposed their kind but she could’ve really gotten hurt out there all by herself as well. Riko didn’t even bring any money with her for food, for crying out loud.

I’m sorry, Riko, as much as I’d like to give in to those puppy dog eyes (aaaahhhh, don’t look at me like that, you cutie~!), the professor’s right about this one.

Still, all things considered, she doesn’t outright expel Riko. Not because she doesn’t have that authority, I don’t think (that lies with the Headmaster), but it seems to me she might’ve wanted to find an alternative punishment as expulsion might be too cruel.

She even gave Riko fair warning not to leave the room until she found the Headmaster to discuss what to do next and when she saw Riko running around campus later despite that order, she freaked out in concern.

“Do you want to be expelled, Riko-san?!”

So yea, I’'d like to believe the Deputy Headmistress, at least, didn’t want to send Riko packing for home if it could be helped.

That done and said, it probably hit Mirai just how much trouble Riko’s in right now. Sure, Riko leaving school at night without permission is her own responsibility to bear and the same goes for bringing Mirai back to the Magic World with her when she shouldn’t have.

But still, Mirai being here is a violation of the Magic World at large. If she were aware of that, maybe she wouldn’t have gone with Riko in the first place (noooo!) so that Riko wouldn’t have to face possible expulsion.

Fortunately, Riko’s a sensible girl and knows Mirai isn’t in the wrong. It was she who wanted to prove herself, after all. She was just too blinded by her hopes to think about the consequences.

And so she revealed to Mirai that she’s actually a remedial student.

Like, Riko’s quite upset about the circumstances as it is but she still has it in her to be decent and honest with Mirai on her reasons for going to the Mundane World. It’s the least she could do for getting Mirai involved in magical affairs and taking her all the way here.

The search for the Emerald, suddenly becoming Precure, all these things were to show everyone that she can use magic effectively.

Riko’s pretty much reiterating what I said earlier in the post but I don’t think she really understood the full extent of it. At least, not yet.

She still wants the Emerald, of course, because her wish to be a great witch hasn’t changed.

She just realizes that yea, she broke the rules and no Emerald is going to excuse her out of the scolding she’s in for.

Then Mofurun decides to rolypoly on over to poor, depressed Riko and goes “SO WHAT? LOOK AT ME, I’M ADORABLE!!”

lol, j/k, j/k, she really said “I smell something sweet!” which was followed be this...

Riko and Mirai’s Diamond pendants glowing~

...honestly, they should’ve just let Mofurun do the explaining to the Deputy Head cuz it seems that every time Mofurun is within range of a Linkle Stone and announces its presence (“A sweet smell!”), they automatically start shining and voila~, the legend is real!

Ah, but really, Mofurun seems to be telling the girls to not sweat the small stuff.

Why? Cuz...

DESTINY!!!

......lol, yea, Mofurun knows Mirai and Riko are in for something greater than this little snag in the road and just wants to let them know to cheer them up.

And hey, she’s right. :)

It got Mirai motivated, at least, to go and explain things to the Headmaster herself. Maybe if a Muggle can prove she performed magic as Precure, they’d let Miko off the hook because then they’d realize she was telling the truth.

Again, Riko is surprised by the lengths Mirai’s willing to go for her. They can’t really be called strangers anymore after all that’s happened but they haven’t known each other long enough (it hasn’t even been 24 hrs yet!) that they can call each other friends yet either.

So why Mirai’s doing this, when there aren’t a lot benefits for her, simply baffles Riko.

*whispers* That’s what a best friend is, Riko-chan~

Meanwhile, Mirai, of course, doesn’t know her way around the school, much less who the Headmaster is or what he looks like, but that’s okay because she’s sooooo cute! x3

And maybe it’s a good thing this happened during spring break? Otherwise, she’d be catching the attention of the other students and faculty and she’d have a hard time getting to where she needed to go.

Like this when a breeze just drifted through the air and she suddenly got a feeling that she’s gotta go THAT way.

Humuhumu...yea, I don’t think it’s just the Precure powers that’s at work here. Mirai does have innate magical abilities of her own.

I’ve got a theory on that based on some MahoPre trivia I read, about the scratched concept of her having magical ancestors, but I’ll save that for another time.

Right, where were we? Oh, yes, the wind led her to a tree.

It looks like any ordinary tree but by judging by the way Mirai gazes up at it, something tells her it’s really more than that.

See? That’s her intuition. The magical side of it, anyways.

And whaddaya know, the wind led her to the person she wanted to find, too!

‘Course she doesn’t think he’s the Headmaster at first glance and who can blame her when he’s wearing a face that young.

But she’s not even thinking about the Headmaster at that point because did he just say wands? He said wands, right?

Yep, she’s got her priorities sorted out, haha~

Back in the classroom, Riko’s lost in her thoughts and can’t really forget how Mirai’s been nothing but friendly to her since the moment they met.

So even though Riko finds this devotion weird, she still can’t help but worry about her and decides it’s not good to just let Mirai wander off by herself when she doesn’t even know her way around.

Kyuuu~, I love it when Riko shows her soft side, especially when it’s about Mirai. She’s always like “まったく ...” in an exasperated way but gives in because she knows she can’t win against Mirai’s niceness and that just brings out her own niceness, d’aww~ <3

Now back to Mirai where she’s getting quite a fascinating lesson about wands. How every time someone is born in the Magic World, a Wand Tree immediately grows one out to give to that baby, how that’s the wand they use for life, etc.

That’s such a cool birth certificate! Can I trade mine in for a wand of my own?!

xD;

I’d hold that thought, Gramps.

A Muggle isn’t just drawn to a specific Wand Tree for no reason.

Maybe the reason why it hasn’t generated any new wand for ages is because it was waiting for someone like Mirai, a resident of the other world, to show up.

But as expected of the Headmaster, he could immediately tell Mirai’s not from their world and asks what she’s doing here.

Mirai tells him she needs to find the Headmaster and the way she holds Mofurun tighter to her (KYAAAAA~!!!) when the subject turns over to Riko says a lot about how she can’t let Riko’s life get ruined just because she broke a few rules.

Not when Riko saved what was most important to her. To the world, it might have been nothing but a small gesture of kindness but that same gesture is what meant the world to Mirai.

That’s why she has to return the favor to Riko. Riko helped her and now it’s her turn and that means...

PAUSE.

Please take a moment to squee at rolypoly Mofurun part 2 first.

........

We good? Okay, back to regular programming...

DEUS EX MACH-I’M KIDDING~

These are Wand Trees so I’m sure they’re sentient and can sense the sincerity in Mirai’s words along with her magic potential.

For that...

She gets her very own wand!

*gasp* And oh my, what a pretty wand it is! It suits my baby very well!

I am very pleased! 8D

Not only is Mirai sincere, she’s well-mannered as well.

And Mofurun, too. What good children they are. :D

The magic tree just granted her something meant to conjure magic with.

What do you think she’s going to do with it if not that? Use it as a back scratcher?!

That aside, I forgot about this. So it was the supernatural forces that dictated Mirai should be allowed into the magic realm and not because of the Headmaster’s decision.

I like that.

Then Batty shows up and starts destroying everything in search for them and Mirai immediately leaves to go find Riko.

I’m not sure if it’s because she knows she needs to be with Riko in order to transform into Precure or if she’s simply worried about Riko or both or what. But Mirai doesn’t even think twice about the dangers of facing Batty alone when a person she cares about is somewhere in the crossfire.

And it’s so clear that Mirai cares about the world Riko comes from. Not just because it’s Riko’s school and home but also because she has great respect for magic users in general.

She’s dreamed of meeting them for a long time and though they’re hesitant to welcome her because she’s a normal human (aka not like them), that doesn’t stop her from doing what’s right. When Batty tries to order her around, she defiantly (and G-ratedly) flips him off for all the havoc he’s making.

Yep, she’s not afraid of the bad guys, my brave little girl~ <3

Riko’s timing and aim are impeccable as always, lol

She’s almost like a human missile! xD;

That’s right you did, Riko! And you did a splendid job, bravo! *clapclapclap*

Mirai’s just relieved that Riko’s unharmed.

I mean, if Riko’s still giving tsundere service, then she’s definitely alright, ahahaha~

See?

Riko can’t win against Mirai when she smiles at her like that~

Blushy Riko is so...too...adorable for words! x3

Then they hold hands and yea, you know what happens afterwards.

Frankly, the fight in this ep wasn’t any better or different than the first one and only a few short moments are worth mentioning.

Like Miracle trying her best to not let any more damage come to the school and crashing to the ground because of it.

Even though things will go back to normal, with no signs of a battle ever happening there, after they get rid of the Yokubaru and all (but then again, they didn’t know that...did they??)

She’s too nice, jeez...

Magical checking if her partner is okay and Miracle brushing it off like “Whoopsie!”

And Magical getting irritated again but whup, no time for that, gotta protect Miracle!

Haha~!! xDD

Anyways, the biggest moment that needs to be discussed is this one when Magical’s almost doubting whether saving the school’s worth it since she’s in for expulsion anyway because she disobeyed the Deputy Headmistress.

Hmmm, I’m not criticizing her or calling her self-centered or anything. It’s just that it’s obvious Riko has weighed herself down with too many negative thoughts that it’s hard for her to see there’s still something she can do.

She’s Precure now so regardless of whether she gets expelled or not, she’s one of the only people there who can stand up to that monster.

And like Miracle said, nothing has been decided yet. They can still persuade the Headmaster to let Riko stay at school.

If they don’t at least try, then it’s guaranteed they’ll only get nothing out of it.

And that’s hardly the ending anyone wants, right?

Whatever the outcome may be, Mirai’s determined to do her best for Riko. If it’s too much for Riko to bear alone, Mirai will be there to support her.

Riko calls Mirai a busybody for this but you can tell by her expression that she’s really grateful Mirai talked her out of giving up.

Even Mofurun’s happy, perched up on high~

Then they get their Linkle Sticks and perform Diamond Eternal for the first time and blow the monster away, yay, all’s well that ends well.

Well, almost.

Thankfully, the Headmaster witnessed everything that transpired, sparing them from any need to explain.

And not only does Riko get to stay at school (whoohoo~!) but now Mirai will be attending classes with her as well!

I guess there are endings where all’s well that ends better, after all, huh? Hehehe~

And that’s all for this week. Will try to get ep 3 by next Sunday. Bye for now~

#mahou tsukai precure #asahina mirai #izayoi riko #mofurun #cure miracle #cure magical

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creepichan · 4 years ago

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El Capitano

Don’t ask, I dreamed of this last night XD But it was way too cute to not write it

Words: 1800

Characters: Roman, Logan, Patton, Some random Girls

Pairing: Logicality, mentioned Roman x unknown, (I leave it to you tho if you want to read it as additional Logincecality)

TW: Mentions of Alcohol, Curse, mentions of car accident ao3 link -----

“Go over the fire ladder! I’ll catch up to you” ,He whisper-shouted over to the pair that already made it half through the window, as they heard the headmaster approaching from the hall. There wouldn’t be enough time for Roman to follow them, he needed to hide and that fast if he didn’t want to get caught in the girls commons and risk to fly from the school. Logan and Patton were already on their way, and Roman ran out of options. Why did they think taking this shortcut was a good idea? Oh yeah, they didn't. Roman did all alone and now that’s what he would get from it. But, the deus ex machina decided to be merciful to him, and made him see that one of the room doors was ajar. So he quickly took the chance and sneaked into the girls room to hide. Thankfully it was empty so he could stay here for a bit. A sigh of relief flooted him, as he took a few steps back, running a hand through his reddish hair.

“Fuck that was close”

Tho he wished to have just climbed after Pat and Lo. Would have been easier and maybe fast enough on second thought. Oh well… too late now. He only prayed he didn’t have to wait too long here. The girls who this room belonged to could come back any minute and they already were lucky enough no one saw them. Plus: He REALLY wanted to be with the two right now. This day has already been stressful enough and today the deadline would end. Which meant Patton would be finally safe… In the past month Patton had to live with a curse. Roman and Logan had been on edge this whole time to keep him safe from all sorts of things that the universe threw at them. Don’t ask how it came to that, just don’t. It was already enough stress to calm his racing heart and get his breathing under control to not make too much noise. He put his ear to the door and- DAMMIT- she was still outside. And not only that, she talked with other teachers and a few students now.

“Good fuck, what are they even doing here anyways?!” ,Roman cursed. He couldn’t stay here. What would they think of him? Standing all dirty and with a ragged jacket in a girls room he didn’t even know? So he began to look around. Nothing. No Vents, no side doors, only a window. Wait… a window. On silent soles he stepped closer and carefully opened the window, looking out. Perfect. Just above was their room, but with no ladder. He would have to pray that the ivy on the wall could hold him. Slowly he climbed on the desk, ready to climb out of the- “Ah, so El Capitano honors us again with his visit”

If Roman had already put a leg outside the window, he might as well would have fallen out. But fortunately he was still enough inside to just let out a startled squee. Welp… there they were. Four girls that this room belonged to. Great… “uh…. ‘El Capitano’?” ,Roman asked perplex while lifting a brow. The girls didn’t seem hostile as they got in and went about their things as if Roman wasn’t even there. Like this was something normal. The redhead came closer with a confused grin. “Wait, seriously? Are you sneaking through so many windows that you already forgot?” His brows knitted together as he tried to recall. When realization hit him, a red flush filled his cheeks. “oh- oh god, yes.”

The girl let out a small chuckle, her friends joined in. “You were so drunk that you mistook our room for yours and wanted to climb up to yours through the window. And you kept throwing spanish word in while you wanted us to call you ‘El Capitano’” As embarrassing as this was, it was also kinda funny thinking back. He didn’t remember much from that night, only that he woke up with a bottle of tequila in a girls dorm with a pink shirt on. He was so paranoid that he slept with one of them, that his mind tried desperately to forget that hungover.

“From that on, always when one of us was about to do something stupid on alcohol, we call it “Don’t do a capitano”” Roman grinned a bit honored. “Well in my defense: If I hadn’t been this wasted I would have nailed that climb!”

“Suuuure” ,a girl sitting on her bed chuckled. The redhead walked to her cabinet, where they hoarded most of their food and pulled out a nearly finished bottle of tequila. “Ever since we were waiting for you to come back and finally get your trash” “You kept it? Couldn’t you have just thrown it out?”

“Is it our job to clean after the man, after he vanished that morning from our bathtub? Without even a thank you for hiding him or saving his stupid ass?” ,she smirked back. “Okay fair.” ,he rubbed his neck, “Thanks for that, but i cannot climb with a bottle in my hand”

“Well guess you’ll have to come back another time then. Now if you allow the question El Capitano-” “Actually my name is-”

“Nope.” ,she interrupted back, “El Capitano suits you. Besides, if anyone asks us whose bottle this is, it’s better if no one of us knows your name. But I’m Ella” ,she shook his hand with a smirk, which he returned. “Now then, Cap. Why are you here?” “Oh well… it’s a long story” That statement didn’t seem to bother the girls much, they leaned forward interest and Roman quickly noticed: They’d be an attentive audience. So he sat back on the table and began to tell them from the most deathly month of his life.

One and a half hours later, Roman said in a braid train that the girls spontaneously decided to form while listening to Roman’s tale. He didn’t know if they REALLY believed anything he said, but at least they were nice enough to act like it and not mock him. Outside the sun slowly came closer to the horizon and the hot summer air warmed the room together with the red light of the oncoming sunset. With Roman’s soft, yet melodic voice, it was really nice to listen to him, while he caught up to the events from today. Where they left the town library and were so close to getting hit by several cars, while trying to escort Patton back to the campus. Dodging a wild raccoon and a bicyclist who just HAD to run him over and ruin his favorite jacket.

“It was like the universe was against us. Well… it had been this whole month, but as we checked the dates again and knew we were close to the end, it was like it was giving us all it had on the home stretch. So we needed to run to the last safe place to wait out the last few hours of the curse. But we couldn’t walk over the campus-” “Why not?” ,asked Edna. Turning around, her braid finally finished by Roman, to face him. Roman’s face lit up a bit red for the second time that evening. “Because my crush was there and I embarrassed myself last thursday in front of him. So he clearly didn’t need to see me all dirty and raggedy. The group let out some soft chuckles and exchanged a few gentle grins. “You are such a himbo, I’m sure he would have found it cute.” “Well ladies, not taking that chance. YET. In this moment all that mattered was getting Patton home safe and- … oh CRAP! I totally forgot-” ,he exclaimed, getting on his feet. “Oh right where are your friends right now?” ,Helia asked. “They went to our room, I need to check on them” ,he said more quiet, putting an ear against the door and fuck- there were now multiple girls in the hallway. He had no chance. Unless… “Hey what are you doing?” ,Ella asked as Roman climbed on the desk once again. “I’m going to prove to you that I can nail this climb” ,a confident grin crept up on his face. “Well then, El Capitano must say farewell now, myladies! But we will see each other again” He received playfull eyerolls from Edna and Mina, enthusiastic clapping from Helia and even a Salut from Ella. “Yes oh Captain my Captain” ,she grinned, having learned about Roman’s love for theater in their conversation. Roman saluted back with a proud grin before he grabbed hard on the thick ivy and other plants that grew on the wall. Slowly climbing up he thanked the stars that their window was slightly opened, but the curtains were closed. Didn’t matter, because with some sweat he made it to the window without too much scratches. Shifting caruffly through the blue curtains that painted the room in calm blue light. He climbed in very carefully, as he saw that Patton and Logan were both in their separate beds, holding hands across. They didn’t seem to be asleep yet tho, since they both peaked their heads up as he climbed in. “Oh there you are, we were already getting worried” ,said Patton, as he carefully put his glasses on. “Sorry, dearest puffball. I caught up with a few… old friends” ,he smiled. Turning to Logan, who mirrored Patton with putting on his glasses, he asked: “How long?” For the first time this month Logan could manage to smile calm while looking at his clock. “It’s still two hours until the sun rises in Azerbaijan”

A bit unsure if he understood the whole concept Roman carefully fully asked “So… we did it?” And he would lie, if he said that Logan nodding smiling, whispering a small “Yes”, didn’t fill him with the biggest joy he has felt in this whole time. A bright grin planted itself on his face as he looked to Patton, who smiled back just as bright.

“What even is your arrangement here? Sleeping across like that! Come here!” ,he exclaimed, picking Patton up, who squeed and tightly grabbed around his neck. “Roman!”

He walked across and put Patton gently down next to Logan, who quickly pulled his arms around the smaller man. Just like Roman who joined on the other side. Finally having their victory cuddle after all these hardships and the fear of losing one another. Holding each other warm and comfortable, even through the summer heat. They didn’t mind. All what counted that they were finally here and finally safe.

Patton sniffed, smiling soft. “Thank you so much, you two… you saved me”

“Anytime” ,they replied in unison. ------ Again, please don’t ask what this curse is and why it’s connected to Azerbaijan. Dreams are WEIRD. But the scene in which Roman climbs back in and sees how they are holding hands across was too cute to not eternalize this moment X3

#sanders sides #fanfiction #my fic #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #logicality #logincecality #Roman is awesome

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hollygoeslightly · 5 years ago

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Omg! Just watched Sanditon and your meta posts are giving me life! Like everythingg connects, makes so much sense. But that ending! Jane Austen wouldn't write that. Any sidlotte fic recs to stop me sobbing into my pillow?

Hey!

Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say.

There is a plethora of really great Sidney x Charlotte fics both on Tumblr and at AO3, and I imagine the tag will only continue to grow after Sanditon airs in the US. However, I do have a few favourites that I keep coming back to.

1. The Jellyfish and Morning Exertions and Violet Delights by @fortunatelylori

@fortunatelylori is our fandom’s meta queen for a very good reason and her fics are just as flawless. Both The Jellyfish and Morning Exertions are what smutty dreams are made of – sweet, sexy and undeniably hot. However, what I love most about Lori’s writing is that even when she’s writing smutty one shots, her world building is spot on. Dialogue, characterisation, back stories – it’s all there and it makes for a truly fantastic read.

2. Moments in Time series by @doomedship

I’m a sucker for ‘five times’ fics and each part of this series (currently incomplete) explores a different theme, giving doomedship the opportunity to navigate some really interesting moments in Sidney and Charlotte’s relationship. Solicitude is my favourite fic of the series so far – the trope of the heroine caring for the injured hero is a classic for a reason. It’s fun, flirty and heartbreaking all at the same time and a must read for those new to the Sanditon fandom.

3. You Look so Free, the Way You Use Your Body Baby from the Give Your Heart and Soul to Charity, Cause the Rest of You, Honey Belongs to Me series by SleepyBanshee @air-bison-yip-yip

The whole series is a wonderful read, but I have a particular soft spot for part 3 of the series, which occurs the morning after Sidney and Charlotte’s wedding. It’s incredibly sweet and fluffy and delightful and I loved that SleepyBanshee took a slightly different approach of writing about the morning after the night before. Charlotte’s joy in realising that she gets to wake up every morning with Sidney by her side is particularly squee inducing.

4. Out of Sorts by @bilexualclarke

This is pure smut and God bless. Basically Tom is clueless, Charlotte is horny and Sidney is obliging – what more do you need? Set in the lead up to Sidney and Charlotte’s wedding, this is a continuation of Charlotte’s Sidney Parker induced sexual awakening. Thankfully, their engagement means that Charlotte isn’t left out of sorts for long and you can practically hear Sidney’s smug delight.

Thanks for the question.

#askbox #sanditon #jane austen #charlotte heywood #sidney parker #sidney x charlotte #fanfic

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dreamwritesimagines · 5 years ago

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Crown Of Hearts 3- The Fortune Teller [Ivar x Reader]

A.N.: Hello my darlings! Here is the next chapter, I hope you’ll like it! Kisses! <3

Summary: Anyone can be dangerous.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe x Torvi, Hvitserk, Bjorn

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of violence and blood, mentions of sex and arranged marriage, please read with care. Also, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show or in here.

Word Count: 2833

Due to the linking issue, you can reach the other chapters on my masterlist!

Gif’s not mine!

“Come on my sweet, over here-” You snapped your fingers, trying to get Ragnar’s attention but he just sat on the floor, biting at his fist and looking from you to Ivar who sat not far from you. He had a sword in front of him while you had your ring, and Ivar moved the sword slightly to get his attention.

“In here baby shark, see, a sword.”

“No Ragnar, here, shiny pretty ring-”

“He’s going to pick the sword.” Hvitserk commented as Gala smiled from the door, leaning on the doorframe.

“He will learn how to fight either way.” Bjorn said and Bree shrugged,

“Poison is their family tradition though.”

“He will learn both of them, we’re just trying to decide which one to teach first.” You mumbled before Ragnar opened and closed his tiny fists, looking at the sword.

“Oh no no no, Ragnar, come here-”

“Hm?” he squeaked, turning to look at you with wide eyes before he propped himself up on his hands and knees, his eyes going from you to Ivar when he whistled.

“Ivar, he’s not a dog!”

“I know he’s not a dog, he’s my son who will pick the sword, will you not baby shark?”

Ragnar babbled as he approached him, a light shining in his eyes as his gaze fell on the sword, then despite your and Bree’s protests, he reached out to grab the sword, making all the brothers in the room cheer.

“There you go, vicious prince!”

“A true Viking!”

“I never doubted you not even once!”

Ragnar clapped his hands, looking up at you before reaching out to you, and you smiled.

“I meant what I said though. He’s not going to learn any of it until he’s seven at least.”

“Seven is too late, Y/N.”

“Seven is a perfectly good age, we can teach him languages until then.”

“Ma ma!”

“Yes my love?” you stood up, then propped him up on your hip, making him let out a cheerful squee.

“He needs to be able to protect himself and his kingdom.” Bjorn stated, and you could almost feel the coldness brushing over your skin as the thought of him going off to war hit you, making you tighten your grip around him.

“And he will be a fearless fighter, will you not baby shark?” Ivar asked as he grabbed his crutch and Ragnar just gnawed on your necklace, resting his head on your chest. There was a movement by the door and you faintly heard Gala’s puzzled “What?” before you heard Hvitserk’s scoff.

“My king,” Gala stepped back inside the room, “Um- Lady Wilone wants to speak with you.”

“Who?”

“The- the fortune teller my mother sent,” you frowned as Bree’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s, as she stole a look at the door, and Gala licked her lips,

“She says she needs to speak with you alone.”

Both you and Bree exchanged glances and she shook her head slightly, and Ivar shrugged,

“Fine then, send her in.”

“Completely alone, my king.”

Ivar frowned and you cleared your throat, then smiled, “May we be alone for a moment please?”

“Y/N,” Bree said warningly and you shook your head, so she heaved a sigh and took Ragnar from your arms before all of them left the room.

“What do you think she wants?” Ivar said and you pinched your lips, deep in thought.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you admitted and Ivar nodded,

“Like what?”

“My mother sent her here, with the ambassadors.” You stated, “Well, you know how my mother is. She is against everything we want for Ragnar, or she-“ you stopped yourself before you could say anything else, but Ivar of course caught it.

“What?”

“She does not want me happy.”

“What?”

You pressed your lips together, averting your eyes from his piercing gaze, the memory flashing over your eyes.

“Well, I’m glad your crying stopped.” Your mother’s cold voice didn’t make the fear go away as you ran your fingertips over the silk dresses in the chest closest to you. “I assume your brother’s wife talked to you?”

“She talked to me about the fact that I… I should not expect much from my marriage.” You croaked out, as you caressed the lace, and she nodded.

“And?”

“And what, mother?”

“Do you understand what’s expected of you?”

You could feel the burning in your eyes, but you blinked the tears back, “To represent our kingdom well,” you mumbled, “To- to make sure my….husband is our country’s ally.”

“He likes how you look, Y/N.” your mother reminded you, “Use that advantage well.”

You pulled your brows together and looked up at her,

“Advantage?” you repeated and she heaved a sigh,

“I think we both know that you’re not quite good at manipulation, and you lack the skills of court.”

Lacked wit. That was what she had meant.

“But at least God has blessed you with beauty.” Your mother said, “That can be your weapon. If you keep him happy, he may prove to be very useful to us.”

“Mother, I don’t-“

“I’m confident that you will have heirs soon.” She cut you off and you could feel the icy feeling spreading through your spine, making your breath hitch, but she ignored it, “And after they are born, the time for you to pull yourself together cannot be long, do you hear me? Make sure you look as good as you do right now. Heirs cannot change that, they should not.”

“But I heard it’s very difficult and one’s body needs time to-“

“Nonsense, I was up and dancing merely a week after having you.” She said, “Make sure to pick the nursemaids from people our country can depend on and speak our language. That was exactly what I did.”

“I was- I was actually thinking if I ever had any heirs, I could raise them myself.”

She shot you a look, “Y/N, be reasonable.” She scolded you, “You will be the queen of… his land.”

“Kattegat.”

“Yes, there. You will have many responsibilities, and he already finds you beautiful, you cannot waste your time in such matters. Have heirs, and make sure they will be faithful to us.”

“Hey,” you were pulled out of your thoughts when Ivar’s voice shot through the haze, and you looked up at him as he tilted your chin up, and you closed your eyes for a moment, heaving a sigh.

“We just…” you opened your eyes and shook your head, entwining your fingers with his and stepped closer to him, “She wants to see me miserable.”

He just listened to you silently.

“Not only that, but her disinterest in me turned into hate. And I don’t believe that she is alright with Ragnar being the heir to Edgard’s throne.”

“Well, he is the heir to that throne no matter what she tries,” he said, “What of this fortune teller?”

You shook your head slightly, “I don’t know yet,” you admitted, “See her alone, so that we can understand what she wants and create an attack plan accordingly.”

Ivar heaved a sigh as if he was annoyed, then you pulled back from his arms,

“I shall see you afterwards then.” You smiled up at him, then pecked him on the lips and walked out of the room to look for Bree and Ragnar.

It would be alright. It would be just fine, there was no way your mother could have any influence on your marriage, or Ragnar being the heir. You and Ivar had made sure of that.

You wondered whether Bree had taken him outside so you stepped out, letting the chill air fill into your lungs as Eitr flew over your shoulder into the horizon. She was getting even more independent than before, sometimes leaving you for a whole day as she flew freely in the sky.

“Your majesty.” A voice made you look over your shoulder and you turned around.

Oh.

“Sir Osmond-“ you started, but then corrected yourself, “My apologies. Lord Osmond.”

He smiled at you, “It’s been merely a couple of months since I was given the title.”

“How is your father?”

“He’s praying for your and your son’s health, your majesty.”

You raised your brows, shooting him a look, “Is that right? Your father agrees that my heir has the right to the throne?”

Osmond bowed slightly “My father supported Edgard, your grace,” he said, “He was very loyal to him, until your husband’s ships reached our shores for the second time. Fear sometimes makes a man reconsider his decisions.”

You pursed your lips, turning your gaze to the horizon. “I will not rule by fear,” you said, your voice strong, “Neither will Ragnar. That would make Edgard and I alike, which we are not. At all.”

You could feel Osmond’s gaze on you, but you forced yourself to take a deep breath, and keep your eyes stable.

“Your father supports my cousin for the throne, does he not?”

He swallowed thickly, “He wants it, your grace. Does not mean he supports him actively.”

“Would you have told me if he did?”

Osmond nodded, “I told you once,” he said, “You will always have allies in the court.”

“And my mother?”

“Your mother shares nothing with me your grace, I couldn’t possibly say.”

You scoffed a laugh, “And you, Lord Osmond? What are your thoughts on the matter?”

“I fear my thoughts are not needed, your majesty. I am but a simple lord.”

You arched a brow and turned to him, “I am not Edgard, Lord Osmond.” You reminded him, “I do not make the grand mistake of underestimating anybody. Share your thoughts please.”

He cleared his throat, then shrugged, “I have been reading on their- I meant your culture,” he said, “Your religion, that is. I’ve read that there’s a serpent under the sea, that will surface when it’s time for the judgment day?”

“Ragnarok,” you corrected him, trying to remember what you had heard and read about it, “And yes. It is believed that the sea serpent Jörmungandr actually encircles the ocean around the earth. It will spread poison to fill the skies and the sea once it’s time for Ragnarok.”

Osmond thought for a moment, then looked up at the sky, “My mother used to say that every lady has a sea inside them,” he said, “Whether it’s stormy or not depends on the environment and the personality. I think that-“ he hesitated for a moment, “When King Edgard fixed your marriage, he…woke something he shouldn’t have. Something that brought his own apocalypse, and fill his life with poison.”

You frowned slightly, “That’s what you believe?” you asked, “You do not believe I’m a…witch, or whatever they say back home?”

“No your majesty,” he shook his head, “I do not believe you’re a witch. I merely believe you’re dangerous, even though none of us recognized it back then. Just because you’re beautiful does not mean you’re not poisonous when needed.”

Your lips pulled into a small smile, and you tilted your head,

“At least somebody is aware of what’s happening.” You told him, “Do I scare you, Lord Osmond?”

He opened his mouth, but you heard someone clearing their throat behind you and you turned around to see Gala.

“Your majesty, my apologies.” She said “But um- Prince Hvitserk wishes to talk to you.”

“Of course- have you seen Ragnar, Gala? He’s with Bree?”

“Yes my queen, Lady Bree and Prince Bjorn were just arguing about who should hold him, Prince Bjorn says it’s always Lady Bree who hoards him and he wants to hold him too.”

You let out a small laugh, “Of course. Have a nice day, Lord Osmond.”

“Your majesty,” he bowed and you followed Gala.

“Hvitserk wants to speak with me?” you raised your brows, “One of these days, he will ask for my permission for your hand in marriage, will he not?”

“My queen!” Gala’s cheeks turned red, “I couldn’t dare dreaming of it.”

“Why not?”

“I- he-“ she licked her lips as you both walked into the Great Hall. “And you would not oppose if that were even possible?”

You made a face, “Gala, why would I oppose?!”

“The King would say his brother cannot marry a servant.”

“The king would say nothing of the sort, trust me.” You winked at her and took a deep breath, “But what of your affections?”

“I love Prince Hvitserk but it scares me to think his feelings may change.”

“Well, then we shall make sure they don’t change before taking any serious steps then.” You smiled at him, then approached Hvitserk, “I can barely see you nowadays!”

“My attention is on someone else, my queen,” he joked, making you laugh,

“Of course. And your intentions?”

“There will be no need to send Eitr after me,” he toasted you, and you grinned,

“The love of your life said you wanted to talk to me?”

Hvitserk nodded, “First of all, remain calm.”

“…Who did Ivar kill?”

“No one yet.”

“But?” you insisted and he took a deep breath,

“He seems a bit angry, I figured you might want to know.”

Your stomach made an unpleasant flip, “Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s Ivar we’re talking of, so it could be anything.”

“And you will not try to stop me this time?”

Hvitserk chuckled, “That does not work. And I doubt he could ever snap at you after the divorce threat, he knows he has to keep himself under control.”

You nibbled on your lip, then looked around, “Map room?”

“Map room,” Hvitserk said and you walked through the hall, then knocked on the door and opened it,

“My beloved?” you said softly as you closed the door behind you, then tilted your head as you looked at Ivar who was sitting on the chair, eyes fixated on the map. “What is wrong? What did the fortune teller tell you?”

He took a shaky breath, then grabbed his crutch and stood up before he sat on the table, and reached out to you silently. You pulled your brows together, and let him pull you closer as he nuzzled into your hair, holding you tight in his embrace.

“What is it?” you asked and he pulled back, looking down at you,

“Your fortune tellers are not like ours, are they? They can be wrong?”

“Yes,” you shrugged, “Once a fortune teller told one of my ladies in waiting that she would wed a lord, but then she ran away with a lady. She swore to me they were so happy before they ran away together, I think they have a cottage or-“

“She said if you heard it, if anyone else but me heard this it would cause it to not happen,” Ivar cut you off and cradled your face in his hands, “That’s exactly why you need to hear this. It cannot happen.”

“Ivar-“

“She said I would be the victor in every battle I got into. She says Kattegat will flourish and there will be many wars for it, each and every one of them resulting in victory for me.”

“I don’t understand why it cannot happen, my beloved.”

“She also said-“ he took a deep breath, “She said there’s a shadow on you.”

You frowned, “A shadow?”

Ivar nodded, then swallowed thickly, “Your brother’s shadow,” he said, “She said- his words would hold a power.”

You thought for a moment, then the thought hit you and you shook your head,

“Ivar-“

“He wished for your death in childbirth, Y/N.” he insisted, “So if- if the fortune teller saw it happen, this is me breaking the power of that vision. I will not sacrifice you for any victory, or anything-”

“Ivar, my beloved,” you cut him off, “Edgard said that about Ragnar, and what happened? We both are healthy and alive.”

Ivar clenched his jaw, deep in thought and ran a hand over his face before you reached out to touch his cheek, then raised your hand to smooth the lines of worry between his brows.

“What if it happens another time?”

“I’m not with child, Ivar.”

“But what if it happens in the future?”

“So then Ragnar will have a sibling.”

“Y/N-“ he sounded almost tortured and you shook your head, then placed a small kiss on his lips, standing on your tiptoes.

“Listen to me,” you told him, “This is just my mother trying to lower our defenses, nothing more. We know she sent Wilone, it’s more than possible that she’s only saying that because of my mother.”

“So it might not happen?”

“So it will not happen,” you shot him a look, “Fortune teller or not, nobody can see anyone’s death. Even the seer said I have Freyja’s favor, for which I’m very grateful. I will be just alright, my beloved.”

Ivar nodded slowly, then kissed your temple, holding you tight and making you smile.

You should have noticed the sudden shudder shooting through your spine.

But you didn’t.

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kunrendeotaku · 4 years ago

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Chapter 7

My max level cleaning and organization skills have my room once again returned to normal within only a few hours. Everything in its place, other than the fragile collectibles I had a small tear filled funeral for. I flop back onto my bed and let finally relax, the exhaustion of the very, very busy day getting to me. Still, one last check. I glance around and see all of my many knitted rugs from grandma covering basically every surface, my sturdy wood desk and dresser in their respective corners, my blessedly undamaged laptop sitting on my desk, my inspirational karate posters on the walls, my newly cracked television, and finally my thin, pale blue silk pajamas-currently on my body.

I nod to myself, satisfied with the final check, and slide under my wonderfully soft brown comforter. As soon as I close my eyes, I….do not manage to fall asleep. I feel a powerful thwack as a heavy object lands on my stomach, and my eyes bug out as they fly open. “Marco!” God, will my ears ever get used to that shrill scream? I really need to teach Star about inside voices. As you might expect, I find a blonde who looks like she’s just chugged three cups of espresso sitting on my stomach, bouncing up and down with an excited expression. “How can you be trying to sleep?! We’re having our first sleepover!”

Sleep grumpiness gets to me more than anything, and I grab the edge of my comforter. As the heavy girl tilts her head, I snap the brown comforter and toss her off of my bed with a hmph. She waves her arms wildly to try to catch her balance rather than falling flat on her face, and somehow manages to land on her feet. “Safe.” I take this time to finally appreciate what the girl is wearing, and see that Star also enjoys a shade of blue for her sleepwear. Darker than mine, and made of a lighter variant of the weird almost silk all of her clothes are made of, the blue nightdress has a half moon on the front. Below that, she’s traded out her leggings for thick striped socks.

The glance at her feet reminds me of our earlier shower adventure, and I blush for a moment. The embarrassment at least wakes me up enough to consider a conversation with her, and I grumble out “We’re literally living together. This does -not- count as a sleepover. Also, I’m exhausted. Can we do this tomorrow?” I’ve sat up in my comfy bed by this point, but by the end of my last sentence I can feel my eyelids rebelliously attempting to close. Star seems unwilling to allow me any amount of rest when fun can be had, however, and raises up her wand to point it at me.

“Shining Sugar Ru-” My hand snaps up to cover the front of her glowing wand just as the pink beam is almost finished charging, and I say “Nope. None of that.” I didn’t quite realize exactly how bad of an idea this was in my sleep deprived state, and later I couldn’t repeat this particular feat (no matter how much I wanted to) but apparently sleepy Marco couldn’t give two shits about how things should work. I flop back onto the pillow and begin snoring almost immediately while Star stares dumbfounded at the wand which had obediently stopped its spell cold.

The next thing I know, its Saturday morning at 6 am and I’m wide awake. I wish I could find it in myself to be annoyed at my inability to sleep in, but I have a confession to make-I’m a morning person, through and through. Just seeing the sun just past sunrise puts a massive smile on my face, and I find myself humming happily while dressing for the day. I head downstairs as soon as I’m in my standard hoodie with black jeans combo, and find my parents already hard at work in the kitchen. “Getting Star’s welcome cake ready?”

“Oh, yes Mijo! We’re currently wondering how much sugar is too much. She’s already quite the hyper girl, yes?” I snort at that. “She’ll be herself regardless, just put the normal stuff in. I wonder if she’s allergic to anything? Hey Mom, Star had, uh, a chat with you last night right?” The awkwardness of the question pierces through my early morning cheer only slightly, and seems unable to affect my parents at all. My mother answers “Yes, yes, she’s… got a lot to learn! But I think I passed on the basic girl to girl stuff.” She gives me a wink, then waves towards the living room. “Go put up the sign! We can’t have her first morning here be any less than wonderful! You know how homesick exchange students can get.”

I simply nod, glad that my parents share my morning person tendencies. We’ve long gotten into a habit where we throw a celebration for exchange students the morning after they move in-most of the time they can make it through the night on sheer excitement, but a lot feel worried when they wake up in a new place. I think if our tradition helps them feel at home, if only slightly. A few minutes later I have our balloons set up, along with the sign saying “Happy First Day on Earth, Star!”. With that, preparations are almost complete, and I begin thinking about my personal plans for the day.

I’ll likely be paired with Star throughout it all. She’s the target of those monsters, after all! So, first there will be a trip over to the school to pick up my bike, then I can show her around the town. Pick up some lunch at McDonalds (She’s sure to love that), then swing by Ferguson’s place to introduce her. Alfonso pretty much lives there, so she should meet with him too. I pull out my personal notepad and click a pen to start scheduling each thing down to the half hour, even knowing that considering my travel partner for the day -some- sort of chaos will happen and knock us off course.

By the time I finish, I see a sleepy looking Star still in her nightwear walking down the stairs, and I call my parents over quickly. We stand under the sign, cake lit with only a single candle, and yell out “Welcome Home!” Star jumps nearly a foot in the air, scrambling to aim her wand at us before letting out a gasp. Her eyes widen and she jumps again, this time with an excited squee. The energetic ball of fun rolls over the rail and begins dashing towards us, her stomping feet waking up the sleeping puppies who start a storm of yips and laser beams.

“Gimme gimme gimme gimme!” Star flexes her hands as she fidgets in place, only having eyes for the cake. My family and I share a somewhat bemused look, before my father hands it over. Our new foreign exchange student immediately smashes her face into the icing, to the mild horror of my parents. “I spent half an hour drawing her face on that.” My father’s voice trembles, but he manages a shaky smile when Star finally comes back up for air. “Its sho good! Thanksh for the cake!”

I find myself wondering if she can even taste what flavor it is by the way she’s inhaling it down, but before I can ask her she starts running back up the stairs with the half eaten cake. We never saw the plate we had handed it to her on after that-I personally think she stashed the whole thing in her secrets closet as a memento, though such realizations happened much later in our story. As soon as the blonde force of mayhem is out of sigh, my father flops onto the couch with a sigh. “Come on now Rafael, at least she was clearly happy, right? I mean, I think.” My mother pats his burly shoulder in an attempt to convince him that his work wasn’t in vain, though I find myself thinking she may have reacted the same had we given her a blank vanilla cake with bland icing. Star just seems easily excited by things.

My father has mostly recovered by the time Star skips back down the stairs. Fully dressed and with a newly clean face that only smells slightly of icing, she appears ready to take on the world. “Hey, I’m gonna take Star out to see the town. See you around dinner.” My parents wave back, their exuberance almost at normal levels. We all have some things to get used to. “Alright Mijo, have fun!” Star snags my arm and drags me out onto the street, nearly vibrating in place with her readiness to do things. “What’re we gonna do first?! Go dancing? Start a party? Head to your marketplace for some SHOPPING?!”

Ignoring her slightly odd terminology, I peel her hands off of my arm and inform her “We’re going back to school.” The crumpling of her happiness and the sad faces that pop up on her cheeks make me far more entertained than is probably healthy.

#svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #rating: mature #marco diaz #fanfic #fanfiction

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z-exo-l · 5 years ago

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Long-Ass Opinionated Word Vomit w some Gulf Kanawut Appreciation thrown in

(I’ve been putting off posting stuff about the special episode until this monstrosity was finished, and I think it’s as close as it’s gonna get, so hopefully tomorrow night I can actually rb all the beautiful TT posts in my drafts!!!)

WARNING for positive discussion involving the TharnType shower scene, and some vague shade thrown at SOME, NOT ALL, bl actors. Remember kids, this is entertainment, and we all take in entertainment differently. This is also extremely verbose (seriously I talk too fucking much, good god!) for a sentiment I could probably express in just a paragraph, so I’m sorry in advance, but I’ll try to get on with it.

Topic: I’m immensely thankful that Type was played by Gulf.

This is for many reasons, of course; I’ve said repeatedly in my tags about how much I love Type and how fully fleshed out he is, all thanks to the care and research Gulf gave the part. But one of the biggest reasons I’m grateful for him is the kiss scenes. And just so it’s clear that I’m not speaking (entirely) superficially, let me offer a bit of context:

Anyone familiar with live action BL knows what awkward kissing looks like. It’s gotten much better recently, but there are innumerable examples of a bl couple nailing the adoring stare, or doing perfect witty banter, only to fall utterly flat during kiss scenes. I shit you not, I’ve actually given names to some of the kinds of bad kissing I’ve seen over the years. (The Balloon Knot, the Pac Man, the Clench...etc)

It sounds quite comical, and sometimes it is but, and again, this is just my opinion, it’s very hard to believe an onscreen couple is into each other if they can’t kiss decently. And sadly the biggest cause I’ve seen of this is some actors’ reluctance to kiss another male. It’s not the case every time, of course! Censorship is to blame in some circumstances, or an actor being generally inexperienced, poor directing; there’s a plethora of reasons that aren’t related to underlying homophobia. I’m not suggesting some insidious conspiracy here.

I have to admit though, I went into TharnType pretty much expecting that sort of reluctant-awkward kissing. I wasn’t worried about Mew, because I had seen his love scenes in What the Duck, and I was vaguely aware that he was a member of The Community. So I was sold on him. I was just worried about This Other Guy (Gulf) back when I started watching the series, and I think that was a little before episode three aired. I had tried the first two eps, then a couple days later episode three was out. Which, as you know, episode three has the shower scene. Aka, the first mutual kiss scene. Let me do a quick (subjective) breakdown:

At first, Type’s mouth is Clenched (tm) shut, but he purses his lips first, and then he gives the biggest indicator that he’s at least somewhat enjoying what’s happening: he’s kissing Tharn back. He eventually pushes him away, but there’s confusion on his face when he tells Tharn to let him go. After that his expression melts. He doesn’t try to stop Tharn again, and even starts to caress and fondle him back. It’s not fully reciprocal, but it is close.

Throughout the whole episode to that point Type’s dealing with a burgeoning attraction to Tharn, someone that he believes he should still harbor hatred towards. It’s this mental conflict from the character that makes his hesitation in the shower kiss understandable. But even though it was in-character for that scene, I still wasn’t sold yet; I’m so jaded in this subject I *fully* expected the rest of the kissing scenes to play out as the Clench.

Then episode four happened. It’s worth noting that I started watching episodes live at that point, and in the live airing all you saw of that epic love scene was the first shot where Type grabbed Tharn around his neck and kissed him (his arm censoring the mouth-to-mouth contact, of course.) So after that I was still nervous going into the uncensored segment, compounded by Type’s lack of response during the overhead kiss shot. But the second they changed camera angles, and Type initiated that second kiss, holy shit, it was incredible!!! He was fully reciprocating, his expressions were on point, and there was no awkwardness to be seen. It wasn’t just good kissing, it was sensuous kissing, between two equally enthusiastic participants. Cut to me mentally eating my words.

Now with Type’s character background and resulting homophobia, lesser actors (I won’t name names but yes, I do mean lesser) would have taken that as an out for the kissing parts. ‘Wait, this guy’s homophobic, I don’t have be into the kisses! Phew!’ Thus giving us really unnatural love scenes. Instead what Gulf did, especially in those initial kisses, was convey Type’s desire overcoming his resistance through meticulous use of nuance. (Nuance is another thing I constantly praise Gulf for.)

But I don’t think that kind of portrayal would have possible if there had been an actor in the part with reservations *cough*homophobia*cough* about kissing other men. And ftr, Gulf said upfront that he didn’t see a difference between bl acting and doing a m/f character, long before the show aired. He said it was an actor’s job to portray whatever the character is. (And let me take a moment to squee about Mew’s proud thumbs up when Gulf said that.)

I think it’s thanks to that lack of prejudice, plus their indomitable chemistry, that Mew and Gulf were able to do such beautiful kissing scenes. Every single one is immersive and natural, so I didn’t doubt for a second that these characters were falling in love with each other. Additionally I wasn’t sitting there wrinkling my face wishing they’d just be done already. (Quite the opposite, in fact, but I digress.)

All of this babble just to say, that I’m so grateful for the Type that Gulf gave us. And like I said, his talent extends far beyond love scenes. How many of us cried during episode four when Type talked about the molestation?? And the confession in episode six??? How many of us at the end of the series found ourselves in love with a guy who made his roommate’s life hell just for being gay way back in episode one??? I won’t keep rambling but seriously, someone give this guy an award, ANY AWARD, he’s such a great actor and he’s a frigging ROOKIE!!!

Tl;dr. Mwah, Gulf Kanawut. Thank you. ❤️

#tharntype #tp #gulf kanawut #mew suppasit #tharntype the series #i talk too much #Seriously I’m sorry this is clogging your dashes but I just wanted to get this out while it was fresh in my mind #It’s six am wtf is wrong w me???????#Also sorry the spacing is so weird I have no idea how to fix it

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CHAPTER EIGHT.

JTRM — THE “R” STANDS FOR RECOVERING!

PREVIOUSLY.

lots of plot development in this chapter blaugh, i hope it’s not too fast. oh well. ONWARD TO DOMESTIC BLISS!

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This is… stupid. This is so, so stupid. What am I doing?

Johnny’s still killing people. And here I thought we were making progress in ridding him of that fourth voice of his.

He doesn’t tell me much about ‘Reverend Meat’. I hoped that had meant it was quieting down, but I bet it’s fucking not. Nny just hides things from me that he knows will piss me off. BASTARD.

I brought up him… moving in. To the apartment. With me.

I have to be going insane again. I’m not AFRAID of him anymore, but does that mean I want him living in my house? No.

But I don’t know how else to control him. He said they were spur of the moment attacks, so does that mean I have to constantly keep tabs on him? I have to know everywhere he goes, and what he’s doing there, and when he’s going, and when he’ll be back? I don’t CARE about any of that.

…Well, I guess I do. But only because I’m trying to keep him from getting crazier. Fuck, this sucks.

I haven’t lived with someone else since community college…]

The dry, patchy grass crumpled under Johnny’s shoes while he strode across his lawn, only the dull light of the lopsided moon available to guild him through the dark. He didn’t mind – after all, his eyes were fairly well-adjusted to lurking around at night. He came to a stop at the first story window of his next-door neighbor’s house, and climbed up onto the windowsill. He used that as a makeshift stepstool, and settled himself down before springing up the additional six feet or so, his thin fingers quickly latching onto the window directly above it. Johnny pushed the pane open as he crawled upwards, propping himself up and half-inside the home as he moved forward.

“Hey Squee!” His teeth gleamed in the dark. The little lump in the bed to his right stirred, and a pair of eyes peeked out at him.

“Oh, hello.” Todd mumbled. He wasn’t having any luck sleeping as it was, and his scary neighbor man never made that any easier.

“How’ve you been? It’s been a busy couple of months for me – I’m home now, by the way. Sorry, I forgot to stop in. One of my old friends is, er, back in my life, for the time being.” Johnny admitted, and hauled himself up over the sill to lay more easily on his ribs.

Todd’s curiosity was peaked from that comment, and he pushed his comforter down to properly greet his uninvited visitor. He wiggled down off the rather steep drop that his bed had for a Squee-sized child, and moved cautiously toward the window, Schmee hugged close to his collar.

“A friend?” His lower lip tucked out. “Is he living with you? Is he… scary?”

Johnny blanched, and quickly chuckled the comments away with some embarrassment.

“No, she’s not at the house with me.” He said, then paused. The talk he had with Devi the previous day about potentially moving into her apartment was still very much on his mind. It was one of the reasons he had stopped by tonight, having felt the need to disclose that to Todd, since that would mean he would again be unavailable if the boy needed help.

“Err, I might be… living with her soon, though. It’s kinda up in the air right now.” He confessed. Todd’s mouth opened slightly in surprise, but he only continued to stare at Johnny, unwilling to pry.

Johnny felt some heat crawl up from his cheeks to his forehead as he watched Todd’s inquisitive, almost accusatory, face. He was a little kid! He didn’t want to be a bad example – children should have good examples from the adults in their lives, especially Todd, who was severely lacking upstanding role models with his parents being such lousy people.

From what he gathered, most children had the understanding that a man and woman lived together when they were, well, married! The situation happening otherwise was booed by old people as being devious in nature – he shivered a little.

“Don’t worry – we’re just friends. Promise.” Johnny squeezed an anxious smile out. “It’d just be a roommates sort of situation.”

Todd looked surprised that Johnny had guessed what his curiosity was about, and thinned his mouth into a flat line, tiny teeth poking out while he tried to find something else to look at besides the man flopped over his windowsill.

“ANYWAYS.” Johnny cut in. “She’s been helping me with drawing stuff, and uh, some… other stuff. So I won’t be cramming anymore corpses in the tunnel between our houses. Shouldn’t take more than a couple years for the ones in there to either degrade into bones, or mummify. It is kinda musty down there…”

He failed to notice Todd’s horrified expression.

“—They’re probably already halfway there. It has been almost six months since I was last down there… maybe I’ll go check it out.” Johnny mused with a set of scratches to his jaw. “Aw well, point is, if I do move out, you could use the passage to sneak out at night! Wouldn’t that be cool?”

Todd only continued to stare in shock.

“I’ll keep ya updated. Things are changing so fast these days.” Johnny smiled, then adjusted to slither back out the window. Before he dropped down, he offered a blaring, “GOODNIGHT, SQUEE!”, only startling Todd further.

Todd hurried back to bed and burrowed into his sheets, trying with all his might to unimagine the spooky images of mummies living below his house.

WITHIN THE WEEK:

A trial run, that’s what this was.

She and Johnny talked it over, and then she talked it over again with Tenna, and then once more with much more yelling, and then cursed God with every foul word she knew, and then yielded to her hideous fate.

Johnny would stay at her apartment, for now.

Just until he didn’t need to be monitored like the horrible, man-baby he was, Devi told herself.

Her neck lowered further and further, until the crown of her head was almost level with her shoulders. She hated this so much.

Johnny was only going to take two boxes worth of clothes and crap with him, seeing as his new living situation was temporary, but he needed her slightly larger car for the only piece of furniture he intended to bring to her apartment with him; his drafting table.

The desk was old-fashioned, mostly metal, with a heavy wooden surface, and was very, very difficult to lift. Devi leaned against her car door and watched with a sour expression as Johnny attempted to move the table down the driveway with little success, swearing all the way. She grumbled a sigh, and made her way over to help him.

With much less difficulty, the two wobbled down his driveway, screeching the desk’s metal legs along the concrete every so often when their grip slacked too much. They heaved it up over bumper of Devi’s sedan, and the car shuddered under the added weight as the table thudded into its trunk.

“I don’t think we’ll be getting that closed.” Johnny commented, in regard to the trunk door. Devi grunted.

She instructed him to get her some rope, or something, to tie the back shut with, since she outright refused to enter the house herself. Johnny returned with a myriad of different bindings, ranging from thin twine to chains, and Devi did her best not to think too hard about why he had so many options.

“Those are… unused, right?” She pointed to the chains that he was winding around the desk, but got distracted by the rolling sound of plastic wheels a small ways down the sidewalk. A little boy with black hair slowed his trike to a stop beside the car.

“You’re moving after all, Mister Nny?” Todd asked with a wobbly smile. He still didn’t really know how to address Johnny.

“AH.” Johnny stumbled back from the task at hand with an excited smile. “Hey, Squee-gee!”

Devi watched with a befuddled expression as Johnny trotted around her and to the curb. He squatted down to Todd’s eyelevel, still smiling wide.

“Yeah, but I’ll be back in a little while. I’m just staying with Devi until I’m, uh… feeling better!”

“You’re sick?” Todd asked. Johnny looked off and laughed at nothing as a response.

Todd’s mouth squirmed, and he turned his attention to Devi’s towering figure – from the point of view of a little Squee – a few steps away. She had such an intimidating presence, even though she was mostly just staring incredulously at the scene in front of her, but Todd still got the feeling that she was more anchored than his crazy neighbor was.

“You’re Mister Nny’s friend?” He asked. Devi’s mouth slanted; she wasn’t great with children.

“Uh, yes.” She responded as casually as she could. They way this kid said it, Johnny must have mentioned her to him before. She wasn’t sure if that made her uncomfortable or not.

“I’m glad you stopped by, Squeeg’!” Johnny piped up again. “I was going to leave you a note otherwise – I never know what you’re up to during the day.”

He stood up and tucked his hands behind his back politely.

“You be a good Squee while I’m gone, okay?” His sharp shoulders perked up in a shrug. Todd nodded, and Johnny returned to his work of securing his ever-valuable drafting table to Devi’s car.

Devi watched Todd’s smile inch wider, then watched him peddle his tricycle in a circle and back toward his house. He didn’t seem too broken up that Johnny was leaving, she noted, but they certainly seemed to have some kind of relationship – bizarre.

“You’re friends with that little kid?” She asked.

“Yeah, I kinda took him under my wing.” Johnny answered from the bowels of the trunk. “He needs someone to watch out for him – he’s such a scared-y, tiny kind of Squee, and his parents are… uninvolved. That’s putting it nicely.”

Devi’s mouth pinched up into a small frown. The topic of inattentive parents wasn’t unfamiliar to her – not in reference to her dear old dad, of course, but rather to her perpetually absent mother, who never made even the most minute of efforts to stay in contact with Devi after so-kindly giving birth to her. Her titas warmly referred to her as a ‘crackwhore’.

As heavy as that was, Devi hadn’t been bothered by it much after her hormonal pre-teen years passed, but it still left her with a rare soft spot for sad, neglected children. Or maybe it was a hard, angry spot for shitty parents – yeah, that suited her better.

“How uncharacteristically kind of you, Nny.” She teased dryly, and Johnny responded with a tittering set of giggles.

“HEY, I’m kind!” He popped up and set his foot on the edge of the car’s bumper for leverage as he pulled the bindings tight. He tied the rope and chains together with a gnarled looking bow, and inched back to review his handiwork with Devi.

“If this thing falls out while I’m driving, I’m not stopping.” She said.

“That’s fine, it’ll just go through my windshield and I’ll drive it the rest of the way.”

Both burst into a quick fit of hysterical laughter at the image. As it tapered off into chuckling sighs, Devi gave Johnny a jostling shove on the shoulder to urge him into the last leg of today’s endeavor.

“Alright. You ready to go?” She asked, moving to look at the house with him. Johnny regarded his residence of the past four years with a distant expression for a moment, but not nearly long enough to shrug off all its hellish nightmares and everything it represented for him as casually as he did.

“Yep!” He grinned at her. “Let me lock up, and we can leave.”

Devi held in the urge to scowl at the domesticity of it all.

SOME NIGHTS LATER:

It was really starting to hit him that he lives with Devi.

The first night had disoriented that fact, with the majority of the day and evening spent unpacking his things and trying to find places for them to go amongst all of Devi’s things. She was kind enough to empty one section of drawers in her art room as a makeshift dresser for his clothes, which was functional enough for him. He was going to spend most of his time in there anyway, and it wasn’t like he needed a bedroom, and he was not going to ask to mix his clothes in with hers. He had still only been in her bedroom once, and that was because the only bathroom in the apartment was connected to it.

After Johnny had finished unpacking, they drew for a while, and then ate and watched TV, and after that Devi bid him an awkward goodnight. It wasn’t very different from the one night he had spent over before, so it didn’t settle in how different things were going to feel now.

When she got up, and he was… still there, it still felt the same. But then he spent all day watching her paint while he drew, in her art room, which was now sort-of their art room, and he was there every time she left to get a drink or scrounge up something to eat. And he was there when she took breaks, and had dinner, and watched a movie.

Johnny couldn’t remember the last time he had spent a full 24-hours with someone; not even any of the poor bastards he’d strung up in his basement were ‘company’ for him for that long in one sitting.

It was… strange, but nice… so very nice.

Every time Devi left the room they were in, there was a comfortable, unconscious knowledge that she would be back. Whether it was in a few minutes, or in a few hours, he would be in her presence again shortly, and that made him feel a little safer, for whatever reason. There would be no more waiting for days to pass until he could see her in person again, just a mild handful of hours.

And it made him completely manic!

He wanted to draw more now than he ever had in his entire memory of his life. It was compulsive, uncontrollable. Every time Devi left him to sleep, Johnny would take up the same sketchbook and draw, and draw. Fast-paced, frantic swirling and squiggling of ink that dried up his pens and cramped his hands – but he persevered with the kind of persistence he hoped would make Devi proud, ushering forward whatever it was exactly that his brain demanded his fingers create.

So far, it just looked like a mass of churning, scratchy lines, but he was confident that there was a something meaningful there somewhere in-between the rows of indecipherable nonsense. The lines would look wrong here or there, and he would tear away strips of the paper and continue on to the next page, letting the ruined part lay atop it as though they were one singular piece, revealing new and different shapes as the mix-matched directions of the lines tried to work together.

It had been a week’s worth of nights that Johnny had committed to this ‘personal’ project so far, and he felt as if tonight he may actually bring it to its much-desired finish. He was excited about that, seeing as he had so far refused to share any of its progress with Devi – or its existence, for that matter. Each time he would hear her rouse from slumber, he tucked the sketchbook away into one of his designated drawers, and lied about how he’d preoccupied himself while she slept. Devi was not one to be so easily fooled, but she had allowed him to keep whatever he was working on a ‘secret’ from her, curious to see the end result if it was that rigorous of an exercise for him.

ONE SLEEP AFTERWARDS:

Devi rustled her hair with a yawn, still sitting in bed. After a couple of passes with her fingers to ‘comb’ it, she tied it back into one sloppy ponytail. She would do it up in her semi-usual pigtail style after breakfast.

The first few days of waking up and knowing that Johnny was in some unknown part of her apartment was very odd, and a little unnerving, but now she was forlorn to say she was getting used to it. Soon she feared she would be accustomed to sharing a space with him, or God forbid, content with it. The thought made her spine shudder.

She undid the lock on her bedroom door, and poked her head out to survey the area. Usually Johnny was on her couch by this time in the day, eating chips or something. He sure ate a lot of her food for a guy that didn’t ‘eat much’ – fucking freeloader.

This morning, however, he was unusually absent from his preferred sofa cushion. Devi’s mouth curved down suspiciously, and she ventured further out into her apartment. She didn’t hear anything besides the casual passing of cars outside, which only made her more wary. Johnny was very rarely quiet. She moved towards her drawing room, her first guess on where he might be.

Devi was shocked to find him asleep on his drafting table.

She would have sooner thought he was dead, if it wasn’t for the slow rising and falling of his chest, and the intermediate twitching of a finger now and again. Johnny had boasted that he hadn’t slept in months, and she certainly believed it after a week of waking up to find him still up and about.

She stood and watched him a while, unsure of how to approach the situation – it was the same apprehension one might feel in waking a dog that they don’t know the temperament of well, fearful it might snap at them. She had no intention of waking him up, but she was very interested in the tattered looking notebook lying under his forearms.

With a push of stubborn bravery, she grabbed the sketchpad and slid it away from Johnny’s sleeping form, with no resistance on his part. The metaphor about him being akin to a vicious, snoozing guard dog was inaccurate, apparently. Her pilfered goods in hand, Devi retreated to her living room to inspect Johnny’s ‘work’.

From what she could see, it just looked like a torn-up mess. The open page, the one he had assumingly been working on last night, was the only one that wasn’t ripped. The rest all had pieces missing, some of them off to the sides, the other’s random chunks out of the middle. The first one was hollowed out, making it look like the discarded crust of a sandwich.

Devi frowned, uncertain what to make of this massacre of paper and pen marks. Maybe it was just some vent art, and she was expecting some grand project out of this molehill.

She flipped the pages carefully into their ordered places, and began the motion of closing the book’s cover when her eyes caught the vague shape of something amidst the tattered pages. She opened the cover fully again, and pulled one of the dangling pages more to the left. It was eerie how the lines seemed to shift and take form of something different as she did so – kind of cool, she admitted, if it was meant to be an interactive piece. Devi adjusted another loose page, and sucked in a sharp gasp at what she saw.

It was the figure of a person. All of this chaos was made to overlay and frame something, and that something was… Devi, it seemed. The figure showing amongst the damaged and chaotic penwork was her. She could certainly make out her scythe-like pigtails that protruded from the top of the slim subject’s head, however vaguely.

Devi’s chest clenched. There was such an uneasy feeling that came with seeing herself in Johnny’s work. Her brain immediately imagined that this was the result of some unhealthy obsession, maybe infatuation, with her, and that made her nauseous. Johnny couldn’t be living with her and dreaming up weird, neurotic, pseudo-romantic crap about her! Next he’ll be writing her poetry and other delusional bullshit, and that would not be acceptable in the slightest.

She stopped herself, letting the trail of disgusting thoughts leave her for a moment. Perhaps she was being too hasty in assuming that this was a symbol of his desire for her, or something equally gross. Devi wasn’t exactly narcissistic, but she absolutely credited herself and her efforts for guiding Johnny into a better state of being, and she knew Johnny did too. Maybe he put his gratitude toward his creative muse, and this was what popped out.

The shadowed eyes of her paper-self stared at something off the page, unknown to her, and Devi’s mouth twitched at how calm she looked. Sullen, but unbothered by the tumultuous nothingness around her.

Ugh. There better not be some kind of meaning behind this.

Devi closed the sketchbook and returned it to its sleeping owner, who only snorted a bit at having his arm prodded. She chuckled at the response, and shook her head fondly in disbelief of her situation. At least as far as art went, it was a pretty damn good piece from a one, maniacal, Johnny C.

She’d give him an ‘A’ for effort, this time. And maybe interrogate him later about his intentions. Yeah.

NEXT.

#jthm #jtrm #mine #devnny #devi gets a diary starter this time! :]#thank you all for your kind comments and tags on these tbh i live for you #chapter

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littlehollyleaf · 5 years ago

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Name ten favourite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.)

Then tag ten people

Tagged (ages ago, whoops!) by @castiel-saved-me-from-myself

(I’m sorry, I got distracted!)

1.Supernatural. Castiel.

Obviously. I may be out of the fandom now, but I’ve never loved a character as much as Cas, and probably never will.

2. Good Omens. Aziraphale.

Thought I’d put both my darling angels at the top :) I suspect that without Zira there to pave the way Castiel may not even have existed, so I love him double - for himself and for Cas as well :p

While really quite different when it comes to their personalities (just think how Zira would SHUDDER at Cas’ trenchcoat), they share a lot of character traits and tropes (mini-series!Zira anyway, maybe less so in the book, or less obviously anyway), so, no surprise that I should adore them both. I’ve also said before, and I stand by it, that Aziraphale is sort of a combination of my favourite aspects of both Cas and Dean in one, with Cas’ struggle with Heaven/god and trying to be a good angel and finding he loves humanity/earth more, plus Dean’s whole ‘performing Dean’ thing and repression of queer feelings he is scared to admit to (out loud) because he believes they are somehow ‘wrong.’

...just to give a little insight into my feelings about these two that was neither needed nor asked for...

4. Hellblazer. NBC Constantine. Legends of Tomorrow. John Constantine.

Aaaand the other guy I love twice because Cas, and indeed spn in general, kinda owe their existence to him. Though in turn his fabulous live action portrayal by Matt Ryan probably owes its existence to spn and Castiel’s popularity. So... there’s a weird ouroboros situation happening with my favs here that makes my head spin whenever I think about it, but I love it - stories within stories built on stories feeding off stories, which connects to wider themes of story and storytelling being vital and intrinsic to life and stuff.

Anyway, despite his wardrobe, Johnny is NOTHING LIKE CAS. He is, in fact, a lot like Dean. But I like him more. Maybe because he’s British :p He has the whole ‘repressing his feelings’ things, a bit like Zira, but it’s not because he thinks they are wrong, it’s more of a coping mechanism to deal with the constant tragedy/trauma his life/lifestyle/fate causes him to suffer. But whatever the reason, I like my characters facing that struggle :) (actually the British element is probably way more significant to my enjoyment of him than I’ve been fully aware of... that’s probably why I loved Zira so fast as well... obviously they are both a completely different class of British, literally, but the fact they ARE British is INTRINSIC to both their characters, and I guess a little, vaguely patriotic part of me is excited by that... :p)

4. Gotham. Edward Nygma.

Since I’ve started giving explanations - I love Eddie because he’s also got the whole ‘emotionally repressed’ / out of touch with (his) emotions thing going on (as seen in Zira and Cas), but with the addition of various geeky / ‘tech guy’ character traits that I also love.

5. Doctor Who (Classic). Vislor Turlough.

I waxed poetic once about how I liked Gotham’s Edward Nygma because he reminded me a bit of Turlough. That was early on in my Gotham days though and given how Eddie developed I don’t see as many similarities now. Turlough shares some of Eddie’s ‘dark’ traits however - self-centered, often lacking in empathy for others and nonplussed (sometimes even happy) to see them get into trouble or hurt. But ultimately his attempts to be self-serving and cowardly end up thwarted by him developing feelings for specific individuals despite his best efforts, which is what I enjoy about him (and actually that’s a lot like Eddie still, huh... their endgame’s are opposing though ofc - while Eddie goes on to embrace being a villain, Turlough gives up on villainy and even becomes a bit of a hero, now and then). Plus, Turlough is the ONLY Companion (IIRC?) to have joined the Doctor specifically in order to MURDER him and... idk, I just think that’s cool :P

6. Doctor Who (New). Donna Noble.

(I’m trying not to double up on fandoms/shows so I can cover more, but New and Classic Who count as different things, kinda, right...?)

Donna doesn’t really fit any of the character traits I’ve talked about above, though I guess her low self-esteem is something that all my other favs share in various ways (though it’s not such an EXPLICIT aspect of their characters and story arcs as it was for Donna I’d say). What I first loved about her was that after YEARS of New companions (and other randoms) being literally in love with the Doctor, she had a strictly platonic relationship with him. Yeah, I think maybe the show was a bit heavy-handed about it, but even so it came as a huge breath of fresh air and frankly a RELIEF to me. Not that I’m opposed to the Doctor having romantic/sexual relationships, it was just that... coming from a childhood love of the Classic series where that just... didn’t happen (save a fleeting kiss in the TV Movie - which I actually enjoyed fyi!), it just... idk, was starting to stretch my credulity that EVERYONE seemed to be falling for him maybe? Or at least for me it was growing tiresome. So the fact she didn’t have that element to her character/story was a plus. Then I just adore how loud and brash she is when calling anyone, including the Doctor, out on their shit (I envy her that maybe). Plus I like the way she isn’t... traditional TV pretty, you know? (ie. young and slim, like a lot of other companions).

...or maybe I just like redheads *shrug emoji*

7. Spartacus. Naevia.

(she has two actresses okay? and they both deserve kudos!)

Truth is I love FUCKING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW. Spartacus is like... my PERFECT SHOW. There isn’t a single moment, a single plotline, a single character that I don’t enjoy. I have never even CONSIDERED looking up or writing fic because the finished product is completely satisfying exactly as it is. God. But I wanted it represented in this list so I had to pick someone!

Considering the time period there couldn’t really BE a ‘geeky, emotionally repressed with low self-esteem’ character :p BUT nearly ALL of the characters have the whole ‘struggle to understand/discover who they are’ thing and the ‘who I am and want to be is counter to who I’ve been told I am / should be’ arc, on account of the main cast being rebelling slaves (though the other characters are equally complex and compelling and I love them too - Lucy Lawless in particular is incredible!). Anyone who’s seen me blog about the show before might have thought I’d pick either Agron or Nasir as my favs, since I do like to squee over their romance. But whenever I think about the show it’s usually Naevia who I remember first, because her character arc/development just BLEW ME AWAY. She went from someone I’d kinda dismissed at first as a typical het love interest to a WARRIOR GODDESS and you SEE all the key moments of that growth, you FEEL it, it makes ALL THE SENSE. And her romance with Crixus, which again I was initially a bit dismissive of as a typical, sudden, weak het romance, grows into, imo, one of the deepest, most developed, most believable love stories in the show. So yeah. Naevia. Amazing.

8. Due South. Ray Vecchio.

(he’s the guy not the dog - gifs were limited! ...also the dog is actually a wolf, it’s a whole thing... that doesn’t need exploring at this juncture)

Ray was my first TV crush :P He had a bit of a sidekick vibe to him I guess, which I like (lead characters tend not to interest me as much). He wasn’t ‘geeky’ exactly, but he def had the ‘trying to look/act cooler than I am’ thing going on... also an obsessive attachment to his vintage car... meanwhile his partner Benny was the stoic, ‘British, stiff upper lip, keep emotions in check’ one who was always trying to live up to the ideal persona dictated by his people/employers, in this case the Royal Canadian Mounted Police... HUH, so... it’s actually SUPER WEIRD that I ended up loving Cas and Zira over Dean and Crowley when it seems pretty clear suddenly that my first big fictional fav was CLEARLY the Dean-Crowley to Benny’s Cas-Zira......?? Ray was FUNNY in a way Dean and Crowley aren’t though, I think? He def filled a ‘comic relief’ slot on the regular and I liked that a lot (it also made his serious, angsty moments EXTRA serious and angsty, and extra angst is something I always love!)

9. The Librarians. Eve Baird.

Remember this little show? It was... is... sorta ridiculous. Not amazing. Based on some... very cheap, very OBVIOUS Indiana Jones rip-off films, that were also ridiculous and... not... great (the third one is the best, with an awesome performance by Stana Katic aka Kate Beckett as a vampire, but I digress). But... idek, I am EXTREMELY FOND of the series for some reason :p

There are a WHOLE BUNCH of characters that fit my ‘type’ more than Eve tbh... in fact... probably every.single.other.main.cast.member (save perhaps Jenkins?) shares the traits above that typically make a character my fav. But... EVE! I just... think she’s neat! ...maybe it’s BECAUSE all the others are main/lead characters that makes me gravitate towards her? In a cast where ‘geeky, socially awkward, struggles with emotions’ is the norm, Eve being the no-nonsense, socially competent, badass soldier type therefore becomes different and thus more interesting to me? Also, much like with Donna, I appreciate that she’s an older woman who gets to have a full character and plot of her own. There’s also something about her romance with Flynn that... makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

10. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Jonathan Levinson.

(tumblr gif search failed me so I had to grab from elsewhere...)

Listen. Look. Okay. Buffy is pretty old school these days so, for anyone not in the know, as a character, originally, Jonathan... he wasn’t even a side character, he wasn’t even REOCCURRING, he was barely a background character. For several episodes he didn’t have a name and it wasn’t until several seasons after he became ‘Jonathan’ that he actually got a surname. Danny Strong was just an actor who happened to be occasionally on-hand when the script called for a random to have a line, until eventually that happened often enough for Joss to think ‘hey, you know what, let’s make this guy an actual part of the show...’

He got a couple of episodes focused on him in S03 and S04 respectively, but didn’t become a regular until S06 (and wasn’t in S05 AT ALL). Other than that he had a HANDFUL of ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ moments here and there, not even full scenes for the most part, usually lasting no longer than the above gif.

I tell you all this so that when I say childhood me (well... somewhere between 12 and 14 years anyway) was OBSESSED with this character in the show, and I mean O B S E S S E D (to the point of spending hours painstakingly making VHS recordings purely of the episodes he was in), you understand how UTTERLY BIZARRE that was. Because this obsession pre-dated S06. Was, in fact, in full swing during the airing of his S04 episode - which was, like, a fucking DREAM COME TRUE for freakily obsessed me fyi, because the whole episode was constructed with him as the LEAD CHARACTER, because he’d performed a spell to make him super awesome. They even changed the title sequence to read ‘Jonathan’ instead of Buffy! And while other fans were no doubt just lol-ing at the random I was bouncing about on my sofa all ‘MY TIME HAS COME!’ and fucking SWOONING over seeing MY CHARACTER suddenly in the spotlight and getting to do crazy fun OOC shit like this -

Then when S06 rolled around and HE WAS A LEGIT REGULAR, omg, I was in HEAVEN! First TV boxset I ever bought that - Buffy S06 :P

So... yeah. A bit of a fav. Geeky. Outcast. Slowly grows more morally grey, what with that spell I mentioned and also the fact he was teamed with the ANTAGONISTS in S06. I guess you could say he was the beginning of a lot of my fav fictional character traits/tropes (though looking back - I think his ‘villainous’ teammates in S06, Andrew and Warren, are more my ‘type’ these days, and I did end up loving Andrew especially a whole damn lot, but at the time I’d been a Jonathan fangirl for so.fucking.long. there was just no chance anyone else in the show was ever gonna come close to my heart!)

THE END.

Sorry not sorry for the tmi. I got a bit too into this one.

Actually sorry I have so few women on the list :( Internalised misogyny/sexism is a real thing and I spent a lot of my life being... somewhat unfairly dismissive of female characters or at least prioritising male ones over them. I’m working on it.

Ten people is SO.MANY. to tag. But I might as well do this right this time, since I’ve come so far. But if you’d rather not play, no worries! <3

@enchantersnight @momecat @bold-sartorial-statement @vampirebillionaire @edwardnashtons @miss-olivia-cellophane @knightinpinkunderwear @supes9 @leaper182 @hamburgergod

Honourable mentions (because I CAN):

Gotham. Lucius Fox.

Gotham. Fish Mooney.

Gotham. Tabitha Galavan.

Doctor Who. The Doctor.

Doctor Who. The Master/Missy.

Supernatural. Hannah.

Supernatural. Naomi.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Andrew Wells.

#about me #a true but boring story #well this was a fun nostalgia fest for me!#apologies to the rest of you.............

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whenimgoodandready · 6 years ago

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✨The Realm of Magic!✨ the source of all magic in the universe! The home of The First Born made by Star (Battle for Mewni:“Toffee”), where she first visited and saw all those baby unicorns (“Deep Dive”), where she and Moon had mother/daughter quality time together (“Divide”/“Conquer”). It leads to various dimensions in the world through golden waterfalls going in the opposite direction and a cleansing from dark magic. It’s a utopia! Where all your troubles just wash away and you’re only left with pure happiness and joy! The downside is you forget everything and end up looking like an idiot. So let’s go there again! Yea!:

*Mama Star-So apparently, from what we learned in “Conquer”, there’s upward golden waterfalls that lead to different dimensions without the use of magic and one of ‘em is on Earth. Yes! Earth is a dimension! It has a society and history! Stars trying to signal her “unicorn daughter”, First Born, to come out, by throwing sh*t into the well, and take her and her friends back to Mewni and save it...................again. Since Star created First Born, she’s technically her “daughter” which means her unicorn babies are her “grandchildren!?” Stars a mom and a grandma! Finally, First Born comes out tells Star to stop throwing sh*t in the well and refuses to allow Star and her friends in. First time Star was there, First Born wanted her to stay (“Deep Dive”), second time Star was there, with her mom, First Born wanted them both gone and sent them home (“Conquer”). Hmmm, I wonder why?

Oskar lets Star borrow his car to send themselves into the well (God knows how they fit that in the well, magic?) and Star convinces First Born to lead them to the well that leads to Mewni while they stay safe and sound locked in the car. NO ZAPPING! Last time that happened, Star and her mom got seperated. They all have to be there together! Turns out, there’s no need to touch the magic in the realm to make yourself forget, it’s in the air! So Team Star gets high like Woodstock and crazy sh*t goes down. Tom freaks out that he has a third eye, Marco debates with himself on his feelings and says the magic words! (“I love you, Star!”) (squee). She totally heard that😏. Then they all freak out at seeing First Born and try to turn her into road kill, but she stops ‘em and says that they’re almost to the well to Mewni and-Wait! Where’d she go? Hello! First Born! You-hoo! Here horsey! Horsey! Horsey! HEY!

Hey look! A pool of black goo! That’s where she went! Wait a minute! Black goo!? Wasn’t that the black goo that was washed off when Moon was there? (“Divide”) or when Toffee corrupted the place!? (“Battle for Mewni:”Toffee”). I think it might be the former cuz it’s not as “goopy”. Look at me, I’m analyzing the goo in a magic realm over here! OOOOOOOOOH! No wonder First Born didn’t want Star back in the realm! She left behind that sh*t the last time she was there! Of course! Star’s just one brain cell short of functioning as a regular person!😅. Hey! Don’t judge me! Star admitted herself she’s stupid! So it’s okay! Doesn’t matter how much character development Star had done through, she’s just gonna continue leaving behind a bunch of sh*t. Anyway, Tom blows the roof and converings off the car and is now stuck in his firey demon form. Lol! Hey! What’s that thing in the black goo with First Born? Is that a shark? Wait! Where’d she go again!? Hello! First Born! Here girl! Weesnaw!

Oh well! Team Star (minus Tom) get out of their seatbelts and go out to have the time of their lives! Star and Marco make themselves a family with the unicorn babies, Janna plays with the corrupted unicorn babies and Tom just sits in his place still in his firey demon form. Yup! Just like the first time, and the one after, the amnesia induced suckers fall into its power and goof around looking like idiots. But happy idiots! Like-like uh, Bliss! Yeah! Bliss! That’s the word! It’s all good! Oh look! It’s First Born again! Hey you! Where’ve you been? Swimming? Hey who’s your friend? Your friend that big corrupted unicorn there! That’s-that’s charging right at you and everyone else? Wait, that’s bad isn’t it? FIRST BORN DO SOMETHING! *ZAP!* What happened!? Where’d everyone go!? Star! Marco! Janna! Tom! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!

A few things about this episode. Marco thinks (what the fandom has long thought) that the first Mewman settlers were actually Humans! I mean, they’re not too different! And the name sounds poorly similar too! If Oskars car can fit through that well to the Realm of Magic then why not a boat full of pilgrims! Maybe it does work like magic!? Maybe the first Mewman settlers were Humans that got lost in the pilgrimage and ended up in Mewni!? Could explain why they don’t remember who they were and thought they were Mewmans from the amnesia inducing effects? (“Meteora’s Lesson”). And Humans can gain magical powers! Just look at Marco! (“Deep Dive”) However, we didn’t get to see any development from that cuz we had to keep the current plot rolling. So the black goo was still there from when Moon washed it off herself and it stayed there corrupting the baby unicorns! (hisses through grind teeth) That’s not good, but who was that corrupted big unicorn? I thought there was only First Born? Was that her husband? idk!? But he’s there! And he’s out to destroy! What was sweet about this ep was that Star and Marco had a beautiful and loving moment playing and being happy, even if they were under its amnesia inducing spell! Marco said a beautiful (drug-like) “I love you” to Star and now we just need to hear it from the other party (leans towards Star eagerly). They remembered each other! But they didn’t with Tom. Starco is strong! Yea! You see! No Blood Moon or Severing Stone is powerful enough to break this ship! And we saw them as a family too! A little something for the Starco shippers to let us see them as a wholesome bunch! Awwwwwww. The whole Meet Cute, fall in love and then start a family together in just 5mins! Like a pre-Starco endgame sequence. How nice ღ. We saw another soft side of Janna when she was girlishly in awe at the corrupted baby unicorns. Who could resist!? Tom just continued to sit there in his firey demon form cuz he just “forgot the off switch”. Lol!

#svtfoe #mama star #svtfoe mama star #pda #romance #love

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hippychick006 · 6 years ago

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5.05 - Fallen Idols

I’ve not manged to get one of these done for a while. It could be that I sub-consciously remembered this was the Paris Hilton episode and I needed to work up to it. But it’s probably more that it’s painful to watch the earlier seasons (even with their problems) and then switch back to Dabbernatural. I still intend to complete my analysis of all the showrunners, it’s just going to take longer than I anticipated.

This is essentially a MOTW episode and although it’s not one of the best, it’s not one of the worst either. Given that, it can be easy to overlook this episode and not have it on a re-watch list. That would be a huge mistake because it’s actually a very important episode. It’s the brothers first hunt together since their separation and we see how that dynamic is going (not well as it turns out). There’s a difficult scene between them around the middle of the episode, but I think in terms of where they come out of it at the end of the episode, it’s the start of the turnaround of their broken relationship so they can start to move forward on an equal footing (with some missteps along the way. Dark Side of the Moon, I’m looking at you with trepidation!). So, if you watch nothing else in this episode (though you’re missing out on some things), don’t skimp on 22:45 to 25:50 as this is one of the most important and honest discussions I think the brothers have had to date and 35:50 to the end of the episode which is the follow on to that conversation. It’s really worth a look at the whole episode if you haven’t watched in a while. This is really long again so I’ve put under a cut.

The episode opens on two men squeeing over a silver convertible. This particular model is a Porsche 550 Spyder, labelled “Little Bastard” which belonged to the actor, James Dean, who was killed while driving it. When one of the men (Jim) goes to get a camcorder to record this historic moment, the other (Cal) waits in the car. We see cold air when he breathes out, which alerts us that something isn’t right, then the car radio switches on and starts hopping through radio stations. We switch to Jim who is setting up the camcorder and hear tires screeching and glass breaking. He goes to investigate while recording and we see some of the next scene through the camcorder lens which is a good shot. We switch back to normal view and see that Cal has crashed into the windshield and is very much dead.

Dean is driving and Sam asks about the case, which unsurprisingly turns out to be the death we’ve just witnessed. Sam thinks they have bigger problems with the apocalypse and finding the colt than hunting right now. Dean disagrees and even though Sam tries to push, Dean says, “This is what we’re doing! Okay? End of discussion.”

I like this scene for giving us insight to where the brothers are since they got back together. I like that Sam is not afraid to put his views across or question things, but it does looks like he’s being careful not to be seen to argue with Dean. Dean is willing to converse only so much before he pulls the big brother card. The effect on Sam is immediate, he looks away and sighs. It’s this that causes Dean to relent a little as he explains to Sam his reasoning:

Dean: It’s just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I… I think we ought to ease into it, put the training wheels back on.

Sam: So, you think I need training wheels

Dean: No, “we” need training wheels, you and me. As a team. Okay?

Sam nods and says okay, but I don’t think he’s fully agreeing. It’s more his “okay” when he doesn’t want to argue anymore. Dean sees this and continues: I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For the both of us.

They look at each other and Sam nods and says okay again, and this time we can see he’s more on board with it, so I’m glad that Dean took the time to explain what he’s thinking, because open and honest communication is really important for them moving forward and healing their relationship.

Sam and Dean posing as FBI Agents Bonham (Led Zeppelin) and Copeland (The Police) are at the Sheriff’s office. He guesses they are there on account of Cal’s death, but says they already caught the guy that did it.

Sam and Dean are confused at this (given they think it’s something supernatural) but they sit with the sheriff and watch the video that Jim recorded in the opener. The sheriff believes the case is open and shut; that Jim killed Cal and taped it. Sam and Dean look at him in disbelief. Dean asks: How exactly did Jim slam Cal into a windshield with all the force of an eighty mile per hour crash? The sheriff blinks: drugs maybe? He tells them that it isn’t brain surgery, whatever it looks like, that’s what it usually is. The boys are not impressed and ask to speak to Jim.

They interview Jim and ask him to tell them what he saw. He says he didn’t see anything, but heard tires squealing and glass breaking and says it was the car that did it. Sam and Dean raise their eyebrows. Jim goes on to explain that he heard about the curse, but just thought it was a load of crap. Dean asks what curse. Jim says: The car, Little Bastard.

Dean: Li… Little Bastard? As in the Little Bastard?

Sam: Wait, wait, wait, uh, what’s Little Bastard?

Dean: It’s James Dean’s car. It’s the one he was killed in.

Jim confirms that’s the one and Dean leans down to Sam (who is sitting at the table with Jim, while Dean was standing behind him), “Oh, we are definitely checking this out.”

Sam and Dean are walking around Little Bastard. Dean with reverence and Sam not really being that interested. Sam asks, “So, what, this is like Christine?” Dean shakes his head, “Christine is fiction. This… this is real.” Sam asks for Dean to enlighten him and Dean explains the deaths associated with the car. The first that James Dean’s mechanic bought the wreck and fixed it up and it fell on him. The second being that Troy McHenry was killed when it locked up on the race track.

I researched these and neither story appears to be 100% true. E.g. Troy was killed in a race, but he wasn’t racing Little Bastard, he was racing in a car that had spare parts from Little Bastard. His car went out of control and hit a tree, killing him. In the exact same race, another car locked up and rolled over going into a bend, injuring the driver. The driver of this car was Dr William F Eschrich (who had purchased Little Bastard after the crash and had loaned Troy the parts). Eschrich’s car also contained spare parts from Little Bastard. Most of the stories around the curse, appear not to be verified. What I found most interesting while looking all this up, was that Sir Alec Guinness (Obi-Wan Kenobi) looked at the car, declared that it looked “sinister” and warned James Dean that if he drove it, he’d be dead within the week. And he was. WTF Alec?

Anyway, I like how enthusiastic Dean was in telling these stories, culminating in Dean telling Sam that it vanished in 1970 and has never been seen since. Sam’s non-committal “hmmm” once again shows the difference between them in terms of their enthusiasm (or otherwise) for cars and I like the consistency in characters. Dean tells Sam the only way to know if it’s the car for sure would be to look at the engine number, which unfortunately would be underneath the car.

Sam and Dean shed an entire layer each in the next scene (don’t get too exited, they are down to shirts and ties and not full suits). The car is jacked up (but making ominous creaking noises) and Sam volunteers to go under, but Dean’s got this. And Dean’s got this, by talking to Little Bastard: “Okay, baby, I’m not gonna hurt you, so… don’t hurt me.” Sam’s face during this!

Dean wheels himself underneath and the car starts creaking again which panics Dean. He just about jumps out of his skin when Sam appears on the ground and asks if he needs a flashlight. He tells Sam to go away and gets back to trying to get the engine number. The car creaks again and Dean carefully takes a rubbing of the engine number then quickly slides out from under the car. He breathes deeply to compose himself then hands the paper to Sam telling him to find out who owned it, “Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to 1955”

Sam (bitchface alert): That’s a lot of research.

Dean: Well, I guess I just made your afternoon.

Dean is at a tavern that wouldn’t look out of place in any English village. He’s trying to pick up the bar tender that wants to be an actress by telling her he’s an agent. And this is where I don’t understand his stans when they try to deny its canon that Dean has pulled these types of tactics to hook up with women. I mean I love Dean, but yeah, he’s far from perfect in this respect. Dean’s phone rings and it’s Sam, who starts to update Dean on the car’s previous owners, but his ears pick up the sound of pool balls being hit, and he asks if Dean is in a bar. Dean denies it and says he’s in a restaurant. Unfortunately, the bar tender at that point puts his requested beer down, announcing cheerfully, “Here’s your beer.” Dean’s been caught so he says to Sam: “…That happens to have a bar.” Sam’s not happy because he’s been working his ass off back at the motel.

Dean: Hey, world’s smallest violin, pal. I spent the afternoon up Christine’s skirt. I needed a drink.

Sam tells Dean he didn’t (spend the afternoon up Christine’s skirt), that the car’s first owner was a cardiologist that drove it until 1972 so the car is fake. They now need to figure out what killed the guy if it wasn’t the car.

We switch to a man (Mr Hill) sitting at a desk doing paperwork. It’s dark outside and his maid (Consuela) comes to tell him she has finished for the day. Mr Hill thanks her. He returns to his paperwork and sighs, seeing cold air. He hears a creak behind him and turns. “Oh my god, it’s you.” He stands up, “You’re dead, you’re supposed to be dead”. Just as we wonder who it is, we see that it’s Abe Lincoln who snarls and advances on Mr Hill. Lincoln picks Mr Hill up with one hand around his throat and strangles him, spraying blood across a picture frame containing a copy of the Emancipation Proclamation. Nice touch Supernatural.

The next day Sam and Dean turn up at the new crime scene and tell the sheriff they heard he had another “weird one”. The sheriff admits the case is “a little strange on the surface, I admit, but, uh… you know, once you… you look at the facts…”

Sam (I am not here for your b/s) Winchester: William Hill died from a gunshot wound to the head. No gun, no gunpowder, no bullet.

Ably assisted by Dean (founder of the sarcasm society) Winchester: Nope, nothing strange about that.

The sheriff insists: Well there’s gotta be a reasonable explanation. There always is.

Dean: Well, what’s your reasonable explanation?

The sheriff looks around and then whispers, “Professional killer.”

Sam: Come again?

Sheriff: Well, CIA, NSA, one of them trained assassins, like in Michael Clayton.

Dean (very slowly): Riiiight (and looks at Sam)

The sheriff continues they are welcome to look around “but these guys don’t leave fingerprints.” Sam asks if they can speak to the witness and the sheriff is fine with that but she’s not making any sense “And she’s not making any sense in Spanish either.”

I love this next scene. Sam and Dean walk outside, and see Consuela is talking to a deputy in Spanish. I don’t speak Spanish but I’m kind of getting something that sounds like I need my family. And something like home in El Salvador, possibly going home to El Salvador.

Dean introduces himself and asks her about what she saw. Consuela starts answering in rapid Spanish. I’m as lost as Dean is when he looks at Sam, but luckily, we both have Sam Winchester, who sits down beside her and starts speaking to her in Spanish. He’s not fluent, but he knows enough words to get by. He doesn’t know exactly what he wants to say at first and looks at Dean, while he’s trying to remember the words. He starts speaking to Consuela again and Dean is very proud of his little brother who explains, “Freshman Spanish”. Sam Winchester speaking languages, sigh. Thank you show. Sam translates the description of what Consuela saw to Dean; “a very tall man, very tall, with a long black coat and a…” he looks at Consuela and gestures to his chin, “a beard?” She nods and adds “y un sombrero”. Dean asks if the dude was wearing a sombrero. Sam explains it means hat. Consuela says “un sombrero alto.” Sam checks, “a tall hat.” Dean suggests “oh, like a top hat.” Consuela shakes her head and repeats “un sombrero alto” and gestures very tall while saying “muy alto”

Dean: What, you mean like a – like a stovepipe hat.

Consuela: Si

Dean explains to Sam: Oh yeah, like Abraham Lincoln.

Consuela (sobbing): Si, El Presidente Lincoln

Sam and Dean look at her.

Consuela: Abraham Lincoln kill Mister Hill!

Sam and Dean look at each other.

Consuela (hopefully): So, I go home now?

Sam agrees and says gracias which Dean repeats, and he looks so pleased with himself while doing so. I just love the kick Dean gets out of learning something new.

Back at the motel, both Sam and Dean are researching on laptops. Not sure when they got one each? Possibly Dean got one when he was separated from Sam? Dean’s looking at Jim’s video and watches it frame by frame and sees a figure appear in one of the frames. He shows it to Sam and asks, “Am I crazy, or does that look like James Dean?” Sam agrees that it looks like James Dean.

They sit discussing the information they have, and I love these moments, which show how well they work together, despite the trust issues between them right now. Dean suggests famous ghosts which he himself immediately thinks is silly. Sam disagrees, “there’s a ton of lore on famous ghosts.” And is surprised they haven’t run into one before. Dean thinks it’s unlikely they’d have two of them at once. But Sam tells him the ghosts are apparently ganking their fans as Professor Hill was a Civil war nut who “dug Lincoln” and Dean chips in that Cal must have been a James Dean freak since he spent 17 years of his life tracking down the guy’s car. Dean says, “So you’re saying we’ve got two super-famous, super pissed off ghosts killing their… super fans? Sam shrugs and says that’s what it looks like.

Dean: Well, that is muchos loco

Sam smiles at Dean and corrects him, “muy… not muchos”

They still don’t have an answer to the key question, what are the ghosts doing here, instead of haunting where they lived or spent time, so Sam keeps researching and we see on his face when he’s found something. He says, “You gotta be kidding me.” which attracts Dean’s attention from where he is (standing at the sink and drinking a soda) and he walks over to Sam and leans over to look at the screen, repeating Sam’s line “You gotta be kidding me.”

We don’t see what they are looking at, but the next scene opens with a waxwork of Abe Lincoln. The camera pans round and we see it’s the “Canton Wax Museum”. Sam and Dean are there looking around the exhibits, which in this section of the wax works appears to be politicians, with not just Lincoln, but John F Kennedy and Richard Nixon. Dean stands in front of Gandhi and complains that he’s short. I look up Gandhi’s height, and screw you Dean for saying that, dude’s an inch taller than I am! Sam admonishes him and tells Dean that Gandhi was a great man. Dean: “Yeah, for a Smurf”.

The museum owner appears and apologises for keeping them waiting, but it’s their busiest time of year. Dean looks around the completely empty museum. “This is busy?”

Owner: Well, not right now, but it’s early.

Dean: It’s… four thirty

The owner asks what he can do for them and Sam says they are writing a piece for a travel Magazine. Dean chimes in: “Yeah, on how, uh, totally non sucky wax museums are.”

The owner’s happy which makes me sad, because they aren’t really going to be writing an article on his museum and he’s likely going to go out of business soon.

Sam continues that they are specifically interested in Abraham Lincoln and James Dean. The owner says they are two of the museums most popular displays and that they have their regular visitors. Dean asks if William Hill and Cal Hawkins were regulars. The owner nods and says he heard what happened to them. He asks for clarification that that’s not going to be in the article and Sam reassures him no.

Dean says the Lincoln figure is so lifelike, that you could imagine him moving around. “You ever see anything like that?” (oh Dean).

Owner (slightly worried): Uh… no

Sam rescues the awkwardness somewhat and asks if there’s anything that would make the museum unusual. The owner says there isn’t another place like them, not anywhere. Dean asks why. The owner points at Abe’s hat and says that its Honest Abe’s real hat.

Sam: It is?

Dean: Almost like his remains (Dean looks pointedly at Sam)

Owner (back to being worried): uh, I guess

Sam asks if they have anything of James Dean’s and the owner confirms they have a keychain. They’ve got Gandhi’s bifocals, FDR’s iron lung… He gestures to the leather jacket he’s wearing, and Sam asks who it belonged to.

Owner: The fonz, Seasons 2 through 4 (does the fonz double thumbs up and grins).

Sam: Wow, yeah, that’s… that’s really cool… ish

The owner tells them he’s going to make wax museums hip again, bring the kids back. He grins and gives the double thumbs up again. Sam humours him by giving them back.

We next see a shot of Sam opening baby’s trunk and preparing a shotgun which presumably is being loaded with salt shells. He goes back to the room and Dean’s got his back turned to the door and is on the phone to someone and is explaining about the case. “Yeah, Abraham Lincoln and James dean, can you believe that? Why so kill-crazy? Ah, maybe the apocalypse has got ‘em all hot and bothered. Yeah, well, we all know whose fault that is…Well, I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

Sam frowns (as do I) and slams the door closed to alert Dean he’s back.

Dean spins around and looks at Sam, but he doesn’t look in the least guilty that he’s been caught. He tells whoever he’s on the phone to that he’ll call them later. Sam asks what’s going on, but Dean ignores the question and asks if the trunk is packed. Sam confirms it is and asks who was on the phone. Dean tells him Bobby.

Sam: And?

Dean (shaking his head): Nothing

Sam: So…we’re just gonna pretend I didn’t hear what I just heard?

Dean shrugs: Pretend or don’t pretend. (he walks away) Whatever floats your boat.

Sam: This was supposed to be a fresh start, Dean

Dean: Well, this is as fresh as it gets. Now are we going or not?

Sam watches Dean leave and sighs before he follows him.

Oh boys, I understand Dean’s hurt and anger, I really do, but when you make a decision to go in a certain direction, you need to commit to that direction and not keep taking several steps back. That isn’t fair to either of them.

Sam and Dean are inside the museum after closing. Dean takes off Lincoln’s hat while Sam gets a trash can. Sam turns back to Dean and bitchfaces. Camera moves to Dean and he’s wearing Lincoln’s hat. He imitates Lincoln: “Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat”.

He does a good impression, but Sam’s still pissed from earlier and not in the mood for Dean’s humour. He puts the trash can on the ground and holds his hand out for the hat.

Dean: We can’t have any fun with this? (he takes off the hat and instead of giving it to Sam, he tosses it into the trash can.

Sam: Let’s just torch the objects, torch the ghosts and get outta here, okay?

Dean says he’ll “go grab East of Eden’s keychain.”

Sam’s left alone and he scans the room. He looks at Lincoln, narrows his eyes and looks closer. I’m waiting for Lincoln to move, but he doesn’t. The double doors to the room slam closed though and Sam spins around. “Dean?” He goes over to the doors and tries to open them, but they won’t open. “Dean?” Sam is not happy at the pesky doors separating him from his brother, even if Dean was being a dick to him earlier. He hears a noise and swings around, bringing his shotgun up into position as he looks around between Lincoln and Gandhi. He hears a creak and turns. The shotgun flies out of his hands. Sam turns to look where the shotgun landed and gets attacked by Gandhi leaping onto his back. Sam slams Gandhi into a wall and he falls off. They circle one another but Gandhi is wily and scrambles under Sam and jumps on his back again. Sam tries to throw him off again by crashing onto a table. It works but Gandhi attacks a third time and tries to strangle Sam. Big brother bursts through the doors.

Dean: Is that Gandhi?

Sam (while being strangled): Yeah!

Dean (just watching Sam struggling): Dude, he’s squirrely

Sam: Get the…

He can’t finish but shakes his head towards Gandhi’s wax figure.

Dean runs over to it. “Get the what?”

Sam: Glasses!

Dean grabs the glasses, throws them in the trash can and sets them on fire. Gandhi disappears and Sam gasps for air.

Dean: You couldn’t have been a fan of someone cool?

Sam glares at him.

Dean: Really, Gandhi?

I’m putting this next scene in its entirety because the first part is amusing, but the second part is very important for where they are right now and every line of dialogue in this scene is vital. They are back at the motel and Dean’s packing to leave, asking Sam if he’s ready to go. Sam though is having doubts about the case being finished. Dean’s not really interested, as far as he’s concerned, he torched, the ghost vanished. Sam’s not letting it go though, “Yeah, but I…” he sighs, “Also, I feel like he was… trying to take a bite out of me.”

Dean: A bite?

Sam: Yeah, like he was hungry. But the thing is, Gandhi – or the real Gandhi – he was a... (Sam hesitates to continue)

Dean: A what?... (Sam hesitates to answer again), …spit it out

Sam (answers reluctantly): He was a fruitarian

Dean laughs: Let me get this straight. Your, uh, ultimate hero was not only a short man in diapers, but he was also a fruitarian?

Sam: That’s not the point

Dean: That is good. That is… even for you, that is good.

Sam: Look, I’m just saying, I’m not so sure this thing is over.

Dean: It was a ghost… It was a weirdly super-charged fruitarian ghost, but it was still a ghost. Now let’s go.

Sam: So first you drag me into town, and now you’re dragging me back out.

Dean: You ain’t steering this boat. Let’s go, chop chop.

Dean grabs his bag to leave and Sam doesn’t follow him.

Sam: You know, this isn’t going to work.

Dean turns back: What isn’t?

Sam: Us. You, me, together, I… I thought it could, but I can’t

Dean: You’re the one that wanted back in, chief

Sam: And you’re the one who called me back in

Dean: I still think we got some trust building to do.

Sarcastic!Sam alert: How long am I gonna be on double secret probation?

Dean shrugs: Til I say so.

Sam: Look, I know what I did, what I’ve done. And I am trying to climb out of that hole, I am, but you’re not making it any easier.

Dean: So, what am I supposed to do, just let you off the hook?

Sam: No, you can think whatever you want. I deserve it, and worse. Hell, you’ll never punish me as much as I’m punishing myself, but the point is, if we’re gonna be a team, you and I, it has to be a two-way street.

Dean: So, we just go back to the way we were before?

Sam: No, because we were never that way before. Before didn’t work. (Dean frowns). How do you think we got here?

Dean: What’s that supposed to mean?

Sam: Dean, one of the reasons I went off with Ruby (Sam sighs)… was to get away from you.

Dean: What?

Sam: It made me feel strong. Like I wasn’t your kid brother.

Dean: Are you saying this is my fault?

Sam: No, it’s my fault. All I’m saying is that, if we’re gonna do this, we have to do it different, we can’t just fall into the same rut.

Dean shakes his head: What do you want me to do?

Sam: You’re gonna have to let me grow up, for starters.

At that point Dean’s phone rings, which interrupts their conversation, but I loved that they had it. I love Sam’s being honest and that he’s not willing to go on and accept things the way they are. I love that Dean listened to Sam in the end and that he seems to be thinking about what Sam has said and I think that’s all we can ask for at this point.

The phone call has Dean listening to someone that we can’t hear, he looks at Sam, then away and says “Yeah, yeah, okay” to the caller before hanging up and turning back to Sam, “I guess you were right about this not being over.”

What else might Sam be right about Dean, hmmm?

They are back at the sheriff’s office and go straight to the sheriff asking him what happened. I love the deterioration of the sheriff over this entire episode from his world having certainty through to pretty much this:

Sheriff: I, uh, uh… (he shrugs and shakes his head), I don’t know! (he gestures to two girls in a room)

Sam and Dean go to interview them. The scene is actually quite funny as they try to get information out of the girls who are very upset. The upshot is that Paris Hilton took their friend.

Sam: I’m sorry?

Girl 1: She looked really good though

Girl 2: Skinny!

Girl 1: Skinny and fast!

Dean: What… wait… huh?

Sam and Dean ask to be excused for a minute and go to the doorway. Dean asks for clarification that “Paris Hilton’s not dead as far as we know, right?” Sam answers: “Pretty sure, no”, which means they don’t think they are dealing with a ghost anymore and it’s unlikely that Paris Hilton is a homicidal maniac.

We see Sam in blue scrubs so he’s at the hospital. He’s looking through Cal’s file and frowns so once again we know that Sam’s found something of concern. We next see him cut into Cal’s body with a scalpel, and it’s cute that even after all this time, Sam’s still a little squeamish at this sort of thing. I’m reminded why I didn’t go to medical school as we hear squelching noises when Sam reaches his hand inside the body and pulls out 2 small ball things the size of cherries.

Sam meets back up with Dean outside and he’s angry at himself for missing whatever he’s found. Dean asks for details and Sam says there was major blood loss with both victims, much more than the injuries should have caused. Dean comes to the same conclusion that Sam did; that something is feeding. Sam then shows Dean an evidence bag containing the cherry sized objects. Dean: “What are those, seeds?” Sam says yes and that he found them in the victims’ stomachs. Dean quickly removes his hand from the bag, “I hope you washed your hands”. Sam says they are unlike any seed he’s ever seen before. Dean hides his pride of Sam’s nerdiness with sarcasm, “Wow, just when I thought you couldn’t get any geekier.”

Back at the motel, Sam’s on his laptop trying to identify what type of seeds he has. He discovers that the seeds are not in the US but from a forest in the Balkans that doesn’t exist anymore. Dean: So? Sam explains that a local legend said the forest was guarded by a mischievous pagan god which could take on infinite forms.

Dean: And let me guess. He liked to munch on his fans.

Sam confirms that yes, the god can only be appeased with the blood of his worshippers, after draining them, it would stuff their stomachs with the seeds. What’s most important is they find out how to kill it; chop off its head with an iron axe.

Dean: All right. Let’s go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton

They enter the wax museum after hours again. Dean has the axe, Sam a flashlight. They walk past Abe Lincoln (who is now hatless of course). They split up and search different rooms, which is a little dumb, given Sam doesn’t have any weapon and he’s the one that comes across a door with a sign on it that indicates the place beyond it is closed for renovations. Just as I’m about to mark a tick in the “dumb winchester’s column” of my analysis, he whistles for Dean who joins him and they break through the door into a part of the museum that’s decorated to look like it’s outdoors with a house in the woods. Looking around, Sam sees what we presume to be the girls’ missing friend, Danielle. She’s tied to a tree. Sam checks her pulse and she’s alive, but barely.

The axe suddenly flies out of Dean’s hand, like the shotgun did with Sam earlier in the episode. He turns around to find Paris Hilton in front of him. Paris is a mean fighter, easily taking down Dean and throwing Sam across the clearing, causing Sam to get knocked out. Dean isn’t unconscious yet but that doesn’t last long as Paris stiletto’s him in the face. Ouch.

Our boys wake up almost at the same time, finding themselves tied to a different tree. What probably woke them up was the sound of the monster’s nails being sharpened against the knife she’s holding. I’m wondering why the monster didn’t just kill them, but it helpfully explains that it’s been stuffing itself with too much fast food lately, so wants to take the time to do the ritual right. “Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change.”

Me: And you choose the best hunters on the planet to do that with? No wonder your kind are dying out rapidly.

I’ll spare you most of the villain monologue, it’s another god pissed that people no longer worship and adore them and throw themselves to their sacrifice “with smiles on their faces.” The monster is tired of wandering hungry and scared, scrounging for scraps, and has taken advantage of the apocalypse to set up a permanent home, where adoring fans just stroll right in the door.

Sam: Yeah, but they’re not your fans

MOTW: So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton… whatever. I’ll take what I can get.

Dean tells it that it’s not the first god they’ve met but is the nuttiest. The monster disagrees, says people are the crazy ones. That they used to worship actual gods, but now… the monster indicates the Paris Hilton body: “This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans?

And kudos Paris, I like people that can laugh at themselves. Also, Sam and Dean’s expressions during this are great to watch.

MOTW: You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly

Dean: I don’t know, I’m more of a Penthouse Forum man myself

Dean winks and clicks his tongue at the monster who gets up and walks over to him.

MOTW (looking Dean up and down): Maybe, but…there’s still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy

Dean: Well, I hate to break it to you, sister, but uh… you can’t eat me. See, I’m not a Paris Hilton BFF. I’ve never even seen House of Wax.

Sam looks at his brother and frowns, and it’s these moments I like; the little shout outs to Paris and Jared, both being in House of Wax. It’s not pandering, it doesn’t impact the flow of the episode, it’s just a nice little mention that’s done well.

Anyway, the monster can read Dean’s mind, it knows who Dean’s hero is; Dean’s daddy. She walks back over to the axe which is embedded into a tree. “And this belonged to him. Didn’t it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up.

Dean’s been busy though, which is why villains should not monologue. Seriously, if I’m ever a villain, I’m shooting first, talking later. He’s free of the ropes and tackles the monster, but as we saw with Sam getting beaten up earlier, this is no easy monster to take down and Dean’s soon getting repeatedly punched. Thankfully Sam’s also been busy, and he gets free a few seconds later, jumping over the two fighting and pulling the axe from the tree. Dean lands a punch throwing the monster off him and rolls to the side so that Sam can take the shot, which he does. It’s a little bit like Mary Queen of Scot’s execution though as he has to bring the axe down several times to sever her head from her body. And once again, Sam Winchester’s face is completely covered in blood. (I should have started a count on this). Sam turns to Dean who is still lying on the ground and grins at him. Dean lifts a finger in warning. “Not a word.”

Sam (having too much fun): Dude, you just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!

Dean: Shut up (collapses back on the ground)

Sam and Dean are finally leaving the motel. Dean is talking to the sheriff on the phone who tells them that Danielle is going to be okay and that he’s put an APB out on Paris Hilton.

We get our final broment of the episode as they are putting their bags in the car, Dean’s been thinking about what Sam has said, about keeping too tight a leash on him. Sam looks at Dean warily, not sure what Dean’s going to say. I think he’s worried that Dean’s decided its best if they separate again.

Dean: Hell, maybe you’re right. I mean, look, I’m not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal.

Sam: You didn’t know

Dean: Yeah, well neither did you (Sam looks away, and its painful that he is completely willing to absolve his brother of blame, but not himself).

Dean: I’m not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but you did kill Lilith

Sam: And start the apocalypse

Dean: Which neither of us saw coming. I mean who’d have thought killing Lilith would’ve been a bad thing. (Sam looks away again). Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn’t see what it was actually doing to you…. So for that I’m sorry.

Sam says thank you and I think some people might expect an apology in return, but Sam has already apologised multiple times for what he’s done and it’s not an appropriate point for him to do so again. Dean asks where they go from here.

Sam: The way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this

Dean: What’s that?

Sam: Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael, maybe there’s no changing that.

Dean: Well that’s encouraging

Sam: But… we can stop ringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever’s in front of us, kick its ass and go down fighting.

Dean considers that and nods: I can get on board with that.

Sam nods too: Okay, but we’re going to have to do it on the same level.

Dean looks at Sam: You got it.

Sam nods again and Dean says: What do you say we get the hell outta here?

Sam: Hell yeah.

They turn to go to their usual sides of the car, but Dean stops and looks down at the keys and says. “Hey.” Sam turns around and Dean holds out the keys: “You wanna drive?”

Sam (looks at the keys and then at Dean: You sure?

Dean: Yeah, I could, uh… I could use a nap

Sam looks at Dean again and Dean hands him the keys. They get into the car and Sam drives away.

Onwards to 5.06. I believe the children are our future. Aww, this is the antichrist one. Where did Jesse go?

#supernatural #season 5 #rewatch #5.05 #fallen idols #episode recap

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Interlude | Sehun

Genre: Fluff af ; Proposal AU

Description: Sea-salt and sunrise, mayhaps a question of faith, it was an interlude, one he couldn't say.

Word Count: 1600

Warning: You might stan Vivi.

Author's Note: I did this for Vivi.

Sehun was onto something. You felt it.

It was certainly a surprise that your sweetheart—ever the not-so-much-an-early-bird—set himself to drive you to the nearest pier to catch that morning's sunrise.

"—every day waiting for you, darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand mor—"

More so with all the gimmicks being pulled.

Click.

"What are you—"

Click, click, click.

"---so wHAT WE GET DRUNK, SO WHAT WE SMOKE WEED, WE'RE JUST HAVING FUN WE DON'T CARE WHO SEES."

"What the hell," your sweetheart almost failed with the steering wheel as you screamed, head swaying to the beat and a pup barking in your lap.

"Did I scare you, baby?"

"Well, if you're going to scream like that—"

"I'm sorry, Vivi-ah," you lifted the doggy and buried your face in his fur, side glancing a scoffing Sehun to your left.

"Will you lower the volume, I'm going to have a headache," he patted your thigh with a soft smile, which was really something closer to a grimace.

Yes, he was really onto something.

"But you really liked this song," you whined, reaching for some more 'clicks' upon the radio to soften the music.

"I do, it's just so early morning," Sehun gave you only a few sleepy glances with squinty eyes that appeared more hooded, the air turbulent against his hair and the open window, playing little slap slaps against its momentum.

"Which is exactly why I need playing it loud," you retributed with puckered lips, picking at Vivi's curls and swirling them on your fingers. "I can't handle ballads or anything of those fluffs right now, I might fall asleep."

"I would wake you up, then," he offered, cherry plump lips molding into a soft gesture,l landing his hand first on the puppy's head and then on your knee, where he kept it.

"And miss this view?" You threw your arms open so as to motion to the far-stretching sea banks and sand—only to nestle your head upon your hand as you rested your elbow against the window and took your sweetheart's profile like a shot of firewater, giddy and rebellious.

"You're looking at me," Sehun posed a cool facade, one that emulated the nurtured looks he'd fashioned in the months of playing a game of 'look an don't touch', during which you'd renunciated to any of your prides and prejudices and resolved to pursuing him. He smiled, "Why?"

"Because you're beautiful," your hand reached to brush back a strand of hair from his eyes—that really only made him the more handsome—so fast Vivi jumped alert, paws on your tummy. Giggles intensifying when you stretched his cheek out more and more, so that it became squishy, "Aren't you so beautiful?"

"Hmhm." Sehun had his eyes on the road still, though you know it was quite the labor to keep them from rolling back on their sockets.

You weren't much a romantic spirit (dates were fine, so long as it would take you less than thirty to be ready, of course), and neither was him. But times like this were a treasure, something to be found and kept, locked away from prying hands. It was only Sehun and you and nothing more and that was fine. He liked it that way, you knew well, knew him enough to know. And enough to know something was up.

"Is there something bothering you?" You asked, unwilling to let go of his cheek as he'd rather leaned more into your hand, neck craning.

"Why would there be?" He switched his eyes over to you slightly, before taking a turn into another road.

"Your eyes crinkle when you smile, but you're not smiling. They do that too when you're worried about work or when you have a fight with someone, did something like that happen?"

Sehun did smile then, "You really do stare at me too much, don't you?"

You made a face, stretching and releasing his cheek when he cried his apologies. By then you'd reached the pier, there were some paths of vast stones that were flat and provided good footing. You struggled with Vivi a few when he kicked around to be set free, totally reluctant to get his collar on, and more when the sea-salt colored wind blew your hair around and into your eyes.

"Fucking—"

"I got it, don't worry," Sehun weaved his fingers into the tangles of your hair and combed it down, chuckling whenever you cursed at a particularly harsh pull. It was taking longer than it should have, tying your hair, and you felt him closer, breaths intertwining with the kiss of the ocean on your neck.

"Are you trying to braid her hair, or what?" You laughed at your own mockery, setting Vivi's head on your shoulder and playing a voice that in your little game would be his.

"Uh, not really, I'm just," Sehun stammered, unfaced by the made-up talking dog, hurrying his movements and caressing your back when the job was terminated, smiling once you settled the puppy down and did a double take at the sea.

"It smells amazing."

"It does," Sehun's palm lingered on your hair, and his happy-mouth widened. "You do—"

"LOOK AT THAT FUCKING WAVE, WOW," You dashed for the small current, shivering when the ocean reached your ankle. You looked back at Sehun to find his hand outstretched, as if in mid-motion. It was incredibly funny, "What?"

He retracted stiffly and took his hand onto the other, massaging it as if it stung, "Nothing. I'm going to, uh, see what's for breakfast."

You frowned. Something truly was fucking up. Sehun wouldn't remember to pack breakfast in, like, any situation, no bloody exceptions. He was too much of an (and you were allowed to say it) irresponsible fool to even fathom the possibility of being human and having a tendency to, you know, just survive—

Oh.

You stared at him in panic. Were you forgetting something? An anniversary? His birthday? Good lord, heavens knew how that went the time you took eleven minutes longer to text him that night. But, no, it wasn't the twelfth. Then—

Squee.

It flew at you, full force. It was unavoidable, the damn squishy. It struck you square in the chest, quite near your boob, and heavens bloody knew how much that hurt like a bitch.

"Sehun, what the fuck?" You collected Vivi's toy as the pup came running up—it was the one with hard material, too, the one that kept treats inside—and yanked it at your sweetheart with a fury.

"I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry," you heard him yell back embarrassed, and you didn't quite look at him and he didn't quite look at you. Good, let him think you're mad. You loved the way he became whenever he tried to appease your tempers, ever this soft malleable thing that would become a doll if you so wished to, clad in butler's getup and—

Squee.

Vivi's squishy broke through your fantasies, and you kneeled to give him a lecture, only to be immediately softened by his heart-fluttering antics. You were mush.

"You need some help, huh?" You tickled his head until his whole body shook, the metal piece of his collar jingling ecstatic. It was a new one, you noticed, one you hadn't seen the moment you put it on him. You were curious, alright, so you shivered and read it's new tag.

Will.

Your immediate thought was 'what the fuck', and when you turned it over to read the following word—You—your next to immediate thought was 'what the fuck' too.

Squee.

Your forehead wrinkled in thought, your fingers agile to open the treat toy. And you saw it.

It was a pure band, simple an untouched, somehow an emblem for every one thing you'd be able to put into it. There was a cord attached to it, made of silk, with words that finished the beginning of a promise, but just the interlude of a song. Will You Be—

"—the sunrise I wake up to every morning?"

His steps had been so quiet but he now stood before you. You raised slowly, craddling the ring in your palm like a baby, like something that needed to be cared for and loved.

Your sweetheart held your eyes. Oh Sehun saw you.

"Will you..."

Say it.

"W-Will you..."

Come on.

"W-WILL YOU."

"Will I what?" There was only a blurred sun and moon and sky and Sehun Sehun Sehun, forever only Sehun.

"I-I-I—"

"DON'T YOU TRY TO OUTCRY ME, YOU..." You were covering your eyes with your fists, the band digging into your flesh and essence. You needed him to hold you because, fuck, you couldn't stop shaking. But what could be done when he found himself in a similar situation.

"I'm not crying, I-I'm not," Sehun scrubbed at his eyes and cheeks, coloring himself in spring blossoms and dew. "My eyes just got too happy."

"What the fuck are you saying," you managed between sobs and beating your chest, so as to prevent the perhaps nearly unpreventable hiccups.

"Alright, fuck. What I'm saying is. Will you marry m—"

"Yes," you jumped when your legs could hold no longer, clinging to his neck and almost bringing him forth with you had he not reached for you down at the same time.

So there you were, crying, whispering, molding into each other's skins, screaming for providence. Promises infused in salt and sand, reaching no end and coming from no beginning. A sunrise that was an interlude. Just him and you.

#exo #exo imagines #exo au #exo fluff #exo scenario #exo funny #exo sehun #sehun scenario #sehun oneshot #sehun imagine #sehun drabble #sehun fluff #sehun angst #exo oneshot #kpop #ayyy this wasn't so posh and angsty but i had fun!!! im trying not to get caught by my mom cause it's 3am lmao #exo drabble #sehun series

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