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callisto-sykes · 2 years ago

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TOH SPOILERS FOR THE FOR THE FUTURE PROMOS

So I just finished watching the new promos for the owl house and here are a few things I noticed:

In the trailer

- Lilith with short hair and it’s back to it’s og color that’s a slay but she’s crying over hooty who is a Jack in the box and I’m not prepared for that honestly I am also curious about how her hair got shorter my theory is that is has something to do with escaping the collector considering we know she and hooty were together at the day of unity so they probably experienced the collectors take over together

- raine is a puppet all the coven heads are also puppets but I’m focusing on raine because it also appears that eda is about to fight them. Edas hair is shorter and she is feathery, I’m going to assume it’s because she hasn’t had any elixir because she’s been captured at the day of unity and the reason she’s not a puppet is because of king and possibly because of the owl beast if it turns out the collector created the curse. king is also holding onto hooty watching in the corner. There are a few signs around saying keep out and beware of beast probably referring to the owl beast that eda has recently detransformed from so that makes me think maybe eda is escaping and has run into raine and the coven heads who are going to stop her from leaving. This looks like a good opportunity for a parallel to follies at coven day parade. And if I wasn’t already devastated about raine being a puppet I am hysterical at the thought of a fight between raeda.

- bump being captured is another devestating moment JUSTICE FOR PRINCY B but the other teachers have also been captured so the hexside students are in there own hope they’re ok

- the owl house graffiti probs from the emperors coven because it says so. maybe the owl house was a base for survivors for awhile because the graffiti wasn’t there in oh titan where art thou also one says there is no titan which definitely suggests that it was written after belos betrayed the isles. Also I love the parrel of the very first episode with luz saying welcome to the owl house it’s absolutely heartbreaking

- the hand. My immediate though was Caleb. So I think we’re getting a new grim walker that belos will possess like hunter especially because of the goopy look of the relatively normal hand and I have to say I’m excited to see how grim walkers are made but also utterly terrified :)

- amity’s face she’s obviously at hexside because of the background and i just find it so funny that she still so judgmental

- belos’s cave. it’s really cool to see that he managed to lock it with glyphs that’s really cool but also BAD BELOS BAD DO NOT MAKE ANOTHER GRIMWALKER

- HUNTER PROTECTING WILLOW she’s reaching for someone and Hunter is pulling her away and I think I know who it was from another promo which I will discus later. But let’s just think about the huntlow moment for now pls

- wtf is Mattys new look wtf I deadass laughed for so long when I saw it lmao. But I will admit it might be an homage to Steve which makes me laugh slightly less

- a battle in the detention pit. the wall of eyes is a give away but amity is slaying

- a scene where they pull some of luzs memories out from what I can see it’s grom and Phillip and I don’t think where ready for camilla to find out about all of that but I am hoping for an eda memory not just traumatising ones but there is an explosion that happens so maybe they go to the detention pit for safety??? But I really hope the memories will be ok and that luz isn’t trying to erase her memories on purpose

- then there’s a scene with the collector and king flying in the same street as the hex squad was in so maybe that’s why they are running that also confirms my willow theory from the other promo. This could mean king knows luz made it back to the demon realm and that leads into a theory from another promo

- Camilla fight scene slay

- eda turning into the owl beast at the end definitely confirms my previous eda was captured as the owl beast theory

Collector promo:

- the first thing king wants to do when he gets back with the collector is wanting to go see the owl beast I’m really happy he knows all his family is relatively safe and maybe he will help her escape and tell her luz is back if he knows :)

- MUM ODALIA LMAO RIP ODALIA GET WHAT U DESERVE no she’s actually miserable and I’m so happy she’s tryna make the isles her kingdom and the collector just wants pizza bagels. Also keen to find out why he calls her mum odalia?

- now my willow theory. The collector has Brought back more puppets? That’s what I’m going to call them and lone and behold willows dad is one of them. The puppets are the same from the street scene which suggests willow saw her dad went to reunite with him but ended up watching him be turned to a puppet and Hunter had to pull her away. I am very very very sad like actually sobbing but let’s think of the huntlow moment my friends THE HUNTLOW DO NOT START CRYING PLS

The Camilla and luz promo:

- I don’t have much to say not much to analyse all I can say is this probably happens pretty close to the start but Camilla is such a good mum like she really wants luz to stay their even though she doesn’t t like it

Yup so that’s my analyses of the promos LESS THAN 24 HOURS TO GO GUYS AHHHHHHHHH

#the owl house #for the future #toh eda #toh lilith #toh king #toh hooty #toh collector #belos is a bitch #mum odalia #TOH luz #toh raine #toh raeda #follies at the coven day parade #oh titan where art thou #toh camila #huntlow #less than 24 hours to go

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cabbxges-and-kings · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

It depends on what time of the year it is, but oddly fresh laundry? Most of the time. When it's harvesting season, you can really smell the dirt and sweat off of Abe. He tends to bathe more during this time because of that reason, and it's also Abe's way of resting his joints after some hard labor. Other than that, I think Abe smells pretty clean. There's no large, recognizable odor coming from him.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?

With Abe's privileged lifestyle growing up, Abe always had soft hands (especially when its compared to Caleb's). With his farming lifestyle now, his hands have grown rougher but its nowhere near what most manual laborers deal with for their hands. There's calluses here and there, but when comapred to others, his hands are still pretty soft.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?

Abe usually eats hearty meals since I'm sure Whitehall had plenty of large meals growing up, but with his spying schedule and a busy lifestyle in t.urn's timeline, Abe tends to eat smaller meals throughout the day. His biggest meal is probably dinner and his lightest meal is during breakfast. In the city, Abe doesn't eat as much as when he's at home. Abe always feels like he's on the go and tries to get out the door as quickly as he can, always preoccupied with something else. (Except maybe around nighttime, when he wants to spend what time he has with Thomas).

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?

It's alright. It's nothing to write home about, but it's passable.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS?

When dealing with his trauma, Abe often resorts to alcohol and his s.ex addiction which manifests in many forms throughout the timeline of the show. When he's angry, Abe often hits things to release his anger. Abe is very short tempered and can interrupt someone to get his point across. In general, when he's nervous, he adjusts his beanie, runs his hand over hsi hair, paces, or has his hands on his hips.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?

Basically what he wears in the show lmao. Abe dresses nicely, but I think Abe intentionally dresses more "normal" with his spying career. He tries to look as normal and every day as possible to not draw as much attention to himself. he dresses a little nicer in the city but still tries to look discreet to get lost in the crowd of others.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO?

Not really? I don't think Richard was very affectionate so that also applies to Abe. With his friends, he will hug them, but he's more accutomed to play-fighting. With Thomas, he's very affectionate because he's his pride and joy. In a romantic relationship, I think he's affectionate, and I think he gets more affectionate with Anna in turn because he can't be around her so often, but he tends to prefer for his partner to be more affectionate than he is.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?

Abe can sleep sitting up, but he tends to lay on his back more often than not since he's used to sleeping when there's danger around. He sometimes sleeps on his side, his hand concealed under a pillow to quickly grab a knife (or something nearby). Generally, he rotates through a few different sleeping positions.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?

Yes? Not that he's obnoxious, but it depends on what he's doing. You can hear Abe pacing sometimes, with heavy steps, if he's somewhere comfortable, but its not overbearing. Abe does know how to be quiet and if he's been on a spy mission for a long time, he tends to walk much quieter than usual. On instinct, if he's in a new place, Abe will walk silently and try to make as little noise as possible. If he's mad, you can really hear him hitting things, throwing items, and slamming doors or cabinets. At home, he whistles and hums to himself when he's in a good mood. If he's anxious or stressed, Abe tends to walk quicker than usual, which can give him away on most occasions.

#( 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒓 ; headcanon (( abe ))#( ooc )#long post #long post tw #// long post

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masterskywalkers · 5 years ago

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Me, throughout the entire cutscene: Vasco, please tell me you are not standing on a body. Vasco, throughout the entire cutscene: ((stands on a body)). Me: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

#vasco #de sardet #greedfall #my graphics #ch: vasco #ch: caleb de sardet #gaming: greedfall #misc: gaming #he makes caleb look so short here lmao #all i could see was his arm when it centred on caleb and i was like 'vasco. my boy. you gotta stop wanting to be tall.'

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lovelykhaleesiii · 3 years ago

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Newcomer: Chapter 2

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: The Outer Banks was a place you’d only heard of until recently. The unfolding changes in your life had led you to this very moment, and it appears you still have much to learn...

Warnings: swearing, (***) minor time jumps

A/N - sorry for the delay, had a huge assignment due and work <3 I know this is a slow ass start to the series, but trust I’m trying to build momentum LMAO

It had been just over a week, and seemingly still trying to settle in. Majority of your belongings, clothes and other sentiments have now been unpacked and neatly placed away in their new space, although you felt the hardest part wasn’t over just yet. Yourself, Caleb and Anya still struggled to find your way around town, mostly succumbing to the help of Topper, who despite initially being ever so welcoming, had grown slightly agitated from the coercion of having to always help. He’d be dragged out of whatever event or plans he had made, just to help out, especially during the grueling days of the unpacking stages of moving. Not to mention the not so discrete argument you’d overheard, just a few days ago, that he had with his mother, complaining about not being able to enjoy his own summer break.

You couldn’t deny that your presence did somewhat impede on his break, therefore, the guilt was there. You knew you’d have to start taking on some accountability, with or without Topper’s help.

“Y/N, can we just run to the store real quick, I need to grab a few things and you know how hopeless I am with directions…Please, come with, or else I’ll have to get Topper and we both know how much he loves-”

“Yeah, yeah-”

With a reluctant sigh, you tagged the page you’d just turned over in your book and propped yourself off the bed, adjusting your midi skirt before nodding in agreement.

One of the most convenient things about the Outer Banks was that nearly everything was within walking distance. It gave you a chance to explore the scenic landscape and water front, and perhaps even chat with a few of the locals you hadn’t yet properly met.

“So, how are things looking with that JJ guy? He seems pretty cute,” You intrigued, nudging your sister’s shoulder into conversation.

“Yeah he’s great actually, he's a really funny guy. He, uhm, he wants to meet but-”

“But what, Anya? That’s exciting! We sure could do with someone else’s company that isn’t Topper.”

“Yeah, I know but, I, well we, don’t really know him that well. Who’s to say he isn’t some sociopath, Y/N.”

“I highly doubt anyone around here is a psychopath, Anya. Look around, this is a place people come around to relax or retire.”

“Don’t speak too soon, Y/N…”

For some odd reason, you hesitated in a response. Anya was right, you had no familiarity with the people of Outer Banks, although it just seemed like an outrageous place for crime. Ever since arriving, you felt some unexplainable ease here.

“But I mean yeah sure. I’ll probably meet up with JJ some time… In public though, and you need to promise me that you’ll be on the lookout. Not like you’re busy with any plans at the moment, huh,” Anya remarks, as you appeasingly roll your eyes: God she could be so paranoid.

“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Think we turn right up ahead-”

Continuing right on the pathway, you could just faintly decipher the movement of people bustling in and out of the stores, and with that a wave of relief settled over you. Seemed like you knew your way around after all, having doubts along each turn of the walk.

“Make this quick, Anya, the sun’s starting to set, okay.”

“Whatever, Mum!” Anya quips, before rushing off into the convenience store, leaving your lonesome self outside waiting.

You watched the crowd across the street at the diner, enjoying their dinner, as you observed the locals in action, contemplating who was who, as you heard Evelyn exchange many names with your father over endless dinner conversations.

One name that stuck by you was “Cameron.”

Evelyn mentioned it countless of times, although you’d simply assumed they were one of the many well-known families that had established themselves in town. There wasn’t much else you knew, or wanted to know. You hardly met anyone else outside of the house, nor were you in any rush to.

“Hey!-”

Instantly snapping from your extensive thoughts, the familiar voice dragged you back to reality, as you turned your sight to its direction.

“It’s Y/N, right? Anya’s sister! It’s me, JJ, the waiter-”

“Yeah, of course, I remember you-”

As formal and proper as your manners from childhood were, just as you’d gone in for a handshake, JJ wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in warmly for a friendly embrace, before letting you go.

It had caught you off-guard, although not at all in a distasteful way.

“How are you? How’s Anya?” He asked, folding his arms as he leant against the wooden post of the front deck.

“Yeah we’re good! I’m sure Anya’s kept you posted, we’ve pretty much moved in now. How about you? I haven't seen you around.”

“Yeah, I’ve been pretty good! Oh that’s great to hear, that would mean you guys are free to come to the Boneyard tonight!”

“The what?”

“The Boneyard? Where we have this party with a kegger, Topper didn’t tell you?”

By the puzzled expression reeked across your face, JJ knew to take that as an immediate no, not questioning it any further.

“Well if you’d like, I could meet with you guys later and escort you there myself. There’s a few friends of mine I’d like to introduce you guys to.”

“Yeah, sure. That would be lovely, JJ-”

And as perfect as the timing could get, Anya returned from her little store run, stunned by JJ’s unexpected presence.

“Anya- I was just telling Y/N, I’d love to take you guys out tonight to the Boneyard, I was going to text you about it before, but something with my Dad-”

“That’s fine, but we just don’t know where exactly the Boneyard is.”

“That’s okay, JJ’s got us covered,” You exclaimed, before exchanging a friendly wink to JJ who just managed to catch it.

***

“You texted JJ our address right?” You persisted, growing anxious by the thought that perhaps JJ might’ve forgotten about you two.

“Yes, for the last time Y/N could you just relax. He should be here any minute now!”

And just on cue, in the close distance, the roaring sound of an old engine with dull headlights belonging to one of those old, retro “hippie” vans had pulled up through your drive-way. JJ’s head popped out excitedly by the window, waving for you guys to join, and immediately you both walked over.

It was difficult to convince your father of going out tonight, in fact, he’d been pestering you both to get out and mingle. As soon as you’d both approached him with the idea of heading out to some party, he leaped with relief, and encouraged you both to take up the offer. He was easy going like that, trusted you both knowing how well he’d raised you both. Of course, he covered some basic ground-rules: no drinking, no drugs, no smoking.

By the time you’d both arrived to the van, you could just make out the silhouettes of some figures inside the van through the grimey windows. JJ was out of the van, as the courteous man that he was, pulling the side door right open.

“John B-” Pointing to the boy on the driver’s seat, who gave you a friendly wave, made himself known.

“Kie-” A lovely, young girl, exchanged a gracious smile and nod to both Anya and yourself, before JJ finally introduced “And this is Pope-”, a young, pleasant man sat beside Kie.

“Guys this is Anya, and her older sister Y/N. They just moved here like a week ago.”

“Nice to meet you all, thanks for letting us join you guys tonight-” You warmly proclaimed, before gesturing Anya into the van with you following her behind.

As JJ was carefully closing the door behind you, John B mentioned how JJ spoke of you two, confessing you to be the “mystery newcomers” before kindly welcoming you to the Outer Banks.

You felt Kie’s over gaze fall between yourself and Anya, and felt somewhat intimidated, although it there was no threatening intent to it, however more of a protective sentiment.

“So you guys are Kooks, huh?” Kie blatantly questioned, before Pope nudged his elbow into her, as though to signal her to stop whatever interrogation she had planned.

“Sorry, what?”- Anya questioned in response, frowning as she looked around the van, back to you.

“Kie, stop. They don’t know about any of that stuff. Just drop it, okay!” JJ insisted, as he ran his fingers through his blonde locks, almost in frustration.

“We really have no idea what this whole Pogue-Kook business is, but perhaps you could enlighten us one day, Kie-” You suggested, as amiable as possible, not wanting to already cross the line with the few locals you’d just met.

“I sure will, I just can’t believe you guys live with Topper. He’s such an-”

“Ass?-” Anya intervened, finishing off Kie’s sentence precisely the way she intended, making Kie smile in agreement.

“Yeah, I don’t think he likes us very much,” Anya confessed, and as much as you hated “gossiping”, you couldn’t deny this one.

“Well Kie, you’re on to talk… What about your Kook year?” John B laughingly mocked, as Kie infuriatingly shoved his shoulder.

“S-So what exactly is the difference between a Pogue and a Kook?” You intriguingly questioned, shifting your gaze from Kie to Pope.

“Well, to put it short, Pogues live on the Cut, which I assume Topper would rather die than enter. Whereas yourselves and our Kie here, live on Figure 8,” Pope answered.

“So it’s just a social class thing?” You quipped, being reminded again of how very unprogressive things were around the Outer Banks.

“Exactly!-” Kie shouted, a hint of relief, as though finally finding someone who’d shared mutual understanding with her cause.

“I mean there’s more to it-” JJ added.

“But it’s best if you guys don’t get as involved, your only just new here-” He calmly reassured.

“Just keep an eye out for the Kooks, they usually come to these sort of events anyways for the booze they can’t afford-” Kie ridiculed.

“Yeah, especially Rafe-” Pope uttered, his tone reeking of bitterness to the name.

“Wait-Who exactly is that? The name just sounds familiar-” You brush off, not wanting to vex Pope any further.

“Good God, he’s the worst of the worst-” Pope scorned.

“An asshole-” Kie provoked.

“He’s the older brother of Sarah Cameron, I’m sure you’ve met her. She’s Topper’s girlfriend,” John B confessed.

“HA! Topper has a girlfriend, since when?!” Anya broke out mockingly laughing: as Kie and JJ chuckled to her comedic outburst.

“He must be that bad, huh?” You uttered, as the rest began to settle themselves.

“He’s a terrible person, Y/N. If I was you guys, I’d avoid him at all costs,-” Pope insisted, although by the seriousness of his voice, it seemed more of a warning than anything.

***

The Boneyard was a secluded location of the island, where the ashy white trunks of dead logs were arranged in a way to accompany large crowds, and rowdy parties far from the complaints of the adults. As you’d all arrived, kegs ready at the hand, the party had already commenced, as people from which John B described had consisted of Pogues, Kook and tourists. Regardless, all strangers to you.

As you finally eased yourself into that party mood, you found yourself enjoying the company of the Pogues, they were quite the friendly bunch. And it seemed ANya was letting loose as well, no thanks to her new-found companions: it always seemed like an impossible mission for Anya to enjoy herself, although witnessing her from the standpoint of a bystander, you felt comforted.

“I’m just going to go grab myself a drink-” You assured John B, as he nodded in agreement.

As you crammed yourself through the crowd, you felt a tight grip pulling on your elbow, making you topple in the direction of whomever it was that grabbed you.

“Topper, what the fuck?”

“How the hell did you get here, let alone find out about this?” He exclaimed, by the faint smell of the beer oozing with each breath, you could tell he was slowly becoming intoxicated.

“No thanks to you-” You snapped, before jolting your arm out of his strained grip.

“Seriously, Y/N. Does your Dad even know you’re here?”

Before you could even respond, some sort of internal sixth sense, felt an intense pair of eyes on you. As you shifted your gaze, to a bunch of people standing behind Topper, you’d immediately recognised his face.

For some odd reason you felt a shiver crawl down your spine, as though in fright of seeing some ghostly figure. His intense, blue eyes just fixated on you and only you, as he took sips of his drink, with one hand snugged away in a front pocket. It seemed he was in conversation with a bunch of other guys, all dressed quite similarly to one another in their polo shirts and summer shorts, and yet he was not at all engaged... Only to you.

“Earth to Y/N!” Topper loudly interjected, stirring you to snap back, as you fixed your view on him.

“Y-Yes, yes he does. Now could you just let me be?”

And before you knew it, you instinctively stormed off, before Topper had the chance to drunkenly question you any longer. As you disappeared into the crowd, heading for the kegger, your mind persisted in contemplation.

That was Rafe, surely. You vividly remembered the whole, minor incident during your first encounter with him.

After what the Pogues had confessed about him, and by his looming nature, you’d never felt so unnerved by someone, you’d in fact, never even met.

But why?

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cheapthrillsbeca · 3 years ago

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54 ☺️

54. “I wanna marry you.” “We’ve only been together for two months. And you’re drunk.”

made this one part of the railroad apartment fic verse alskdjflaskjd

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: clhoeee

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: I just saw this girl in a that same white dress you have

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: you know the one that’s like cute and short adn lacy

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: and i got sad bc you’re not here ��

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: are you still at work?

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: hi drunkie 😘

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: It’s almost midnight, so no, I’m not still at work lol. I managed to get out of there around 8

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: and I do know that dress. But I didn’t know you liked it so much. I’ll have to remember that 😉

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: I pretty much love all of your dresses 👀👀👀

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: and glad you didn’t have to work as late as you thought. but u shouldve met us out!!

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: you know everyone likes you more than me. they’re all whining about my “””wifey”””” not being here

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: lmao

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: I wish I was there! But by the time I cooked dinner, ate, and showered it was 9:30 and I was too sleepy

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: ok i forgive yuo

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: what’d you make for din?

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: your fav -- baked mac and cheese

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: there’s a bowl for you in the fridge, ready to microwave when you get in

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: 🎉🎉🎉😄🤤🤤😋😋😋😋

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: chlooooo

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ugh i love you sm

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: like so so much

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ilke

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: i wanna marry you

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: hahah 😊😂

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: I love you too becs

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: but it might be a little soon for a proposal

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: We’ve only been together for two months

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: and you’re drunk

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: pffffffft doesnt matter

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: im gonna marry u chleo beale

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: gonna marry you so hrd

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: hahaha babyyy

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: you’re too much

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: only you would turn marriage into an act of aggression

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: 😡😡😡

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: laugh all you want

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: but one day you’ll see

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: youll. See.

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: oh i’m gonna share an Uber with Alicia see you sooooonnnn

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: YAY!!!

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: share your trip so I can have your mac & cheese ready when you get home!

***

Beca groans as she rolls over in bed. Her head is killing her and her mouth feels dry as sandpaper.

She winces as she props herself up on her elbows and surveys the room. The bed is empty, save for Bandit, who is curled up by her feet and snoring softly. There’s a glass of ice water and two Advils sitting on her bedside table, and she sits up properly to take the pills before draining the glass.

Last night was… What was last night?

She closes her eyes as she leans back against the headboard, trying to piece the evening together. Happy hour with her coworkers… those stupid flaming shots that Caleb always makes them take… Ubering home with Alicia… eating her weight in macaroni…

There’s something else she should remember, and she can feel it, nagging and elusive on the tip of her tongue. But before it comes to her she hears the keys in the front door. Bandit practically trips over himself as he leaps off the bed and sprints out of the room to greet his favorite parent.

Beca gets it, though. If her head wasn’t throbbing so much she’d be running out to see Chloe, too.

Luckily Chloe comes straight back to their room, and it’s the most welcome sight Beca has ever seen.

Because she’s carrying two large iced cold brews from Beca’s favorite coffee shop.

“Dude, oh my god,” Beca says as Chloe hands her one of the coffees. “You are a literal angel.”

Part of Beca wants to go on and on about how much she appreciates her, but she has to attend to her more pressing need of getting caffeine into her body. She takes several sips of iced coffee as Chloe climbs back into bed, cuddling up next to Beca. It takes Bandit a couple of running starts, but eventually he makes it back on the bed, too.

“How are you feeling?”

Chloe gently cards her fingers through Beca’s hair before tucking a few strands behind her ear. Her hand comes to a rest on Beca’s shoulder, and she rubs her thumb soothingly along her neck and collarbone. Beca holds her coffee in her lap and closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Much better now.”

“Do you remember last night?” Chloe asks, and Beca hears the smile in her voice.

“I was just trying to work that out.” Beca's head lolls against the headboard as Chloe’s hand skates along her shoulder, massaging just the right spots. “I remember drinking too much and missing you and the Uber ride and eating way too much mac and cheese. Although, that midnight snack probably saved me from an even worse hangover.”

Beca smiles to herself as she remembers stumbling through the front door last night to find Chloe sitting at the kitchen table in her pajamas, waiting for her with a piping hot bowl of macaroni.

To others -- to Chloe, even -- it might seem like a small gesture. But waiting up for her, cooking her favorite meal, leaving water and painkillers out for her, bringing her iced coffee in bed -- all of those little acts make Beca feel so valued, cared for, and loved.

That’s when she remembers the other thing that happened last night.

“What are you smiling about?” Chloe asks, scratching lightly at the nape of Beca’s neck.

Beca opens her eyes and turns toward her, heart fluttering in her chest.

“I meant it, you know,” she says quietly. “What I said last night. Or, what I texted, I guess.”

Chloe looks at her, brow furrowing for a few seconds before her features smooth in understanding. She runs her hand down Beca’s arm and closes her fingers loosely around her wrist.

“Becs…” she whispers, smiling softly.

“I mean, not right now,” Beca clarifies. “You were right -- we’ve only technically been together for two months. People would think we’re crazy. Especially your dad. God, I don’t even want to think about the look on his face…”

Chloe giggles and presses her lips to Beca’s shoulder.

“Besides,” Beca continues. “I want to wait until I make more money. So you can get your dream wedding.”

Chloe exhales sharply, and Beca understands. They’ve been on the subject for a minute or so, but this is the first time she’s uttered a marriage-specific word, and something about saying it outloud makes everything feel more real.

“Beca,” Chloe whispers, kissing her shoulder again through the fabric of her t-shirt. She releases Beca’s wrist and laces their fingers together.

Beca places her iced coffee on her bedside table. She wipes her free hand on the sheets before cradling Chloe’s cheek. Beca knows her fingers are cold, but Chloe leans into her touch, looking at her with glossy eyes.

“I’m just-- I’m putting you on notice, Beale.” Beca smiles at her, swallowing around the lump in her throat. “It might not be for a little while, but it’s coming. Just you wait.”

Chloe glances up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, and Beca’s wondering if she said too much too soon when Chloe kisses her. Beca feels her bottom lip trembling against her mouth, and when she pulls away both of their faces are wet with Chloe’s tears. (Okay, some of Beca’s tears, too.)

“Oh, I’ll wait,” Chloe says, sniffling. “I’ll wait so hard.”

#bechloe #justis14 #railroad apartment fic #prompt #i wrote this #ficlet #(but not really it's 1400 words????)#it's part texting/part not #i said 'theyre so cute????!!!!' to myself at least 3 times while writing this #hope you guys think so too #and thanks for this prompt!! loved writing this #and love love loved revisiting this verse again :')#babies <33333

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If they were doing this, I think it would be interesting if Hunter was facing a loss of identity after he found out about Caleb. Like him cutting his hair, changing his wardrobe, and questioning if his interests are actually "his." Would he as far as to want to change his name? Don't know, but all this would lead to him reclaiming his identity back. So hopefully he would grow out his hair again but style how he wanted and would add on to his interests. Thanks for listening to my dumb ramblings.

Yes YES! YES!! That’s what we (fox and I) have been saying, I’m just taking the visual change worse lmao. That’s EXACTLY what I want to happen (and imo whatever happens in show canon, I’m taking this version as canon instead) because hunter always WAS his own person making his own decisions (to join emerald entrails, to hide flapjack from Belos, to let Luz go, had his own interests visible in room, etc). I think it’s DEFINITELY him feeling this type of loss of identity and fear that nothing about him is actually him. And like you said over time he reclaims his identity, realizes that yes all those things were him, but he had to start from 0 to learn that. To come to accept that yes while he may look like caleb naturally, he is and always has been his own person and has also always looked like Hunter, not Caleb. Especially to his friends and loved ones. I also like the idea of additionally, the more the crew learns about Caleb, Hunter ends up- and I’m trying to figure out how to word this so bare with me- almost feeling like accepting who he is and what he looks like is a way to almost pay tribute to Caleb and his life that was cut short by the same person that’s abused and nearly killed him. Like not in a way that he feels like he owes anything to this man that’s been long dead and he never knew, but as a sense of pride as a survivor. Like “you tried to kill me, and you killed everyone else that looked like me, but I lived. I’m still here bitch”. Like Caleb deserved better, and he feels sad that he didn’t get to live his own life, was taken away from the family and life he made himself (much like hunters done) because Philip/Belos was assumedly just that petty and selfish. Idk I wish I had better words to make all that sound more eloquent but I don’t, so I hope it makes sense. Anyway, tldr; yes. I want hunter to break down, start from square one, so he can learn that he always was himself and those things he was questioning were even his always were his. Had to go back to a blank slate with no other outside influence to realize that he’s always been himself, not a copy.

A scene with Luz going “Hey, Hunter, your hair is growing out. Do you want me to cut it for you?” And Hunter going “Actually… no. I think I’m okay.” (Almost reminiscent of that Emira and amity scene now that I’m thinking about it, but reversed)

#taako talks #toh #the owl house #asks

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nicknellie · 3 years ago

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@julie-n-phantoms requested: I saw this really cute idea once, about Willie having a whole bunch of different fun flavored chapsticks and making Alex guess what they were when they kissed. So maybe that, and Willie just keeps using it as an excuse to kiss Alex at the most random times and poor Alex keeps bluescreening?

This is so cute omg I love it! It ended up kind of short because I’m extremely tired and haven’t written Willex in a while, but I’m still very happy with how it turned out. Thank you for the request and sorry it’s taken me so long to get round to it, I hope you enjoy! Title from I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry (ofc lmao).

The Taste of His Cherry Chapstick

Not for the first time, Alex found himself questioning exactly how the rules around ghosts worked. He had been a ghost for quite some time now and he kept thinking that he should really have these things figured out, but being dead was a lot trickier than it seemed. Alex could sit on chairs, but he could also walk right through them; he could change his clothes, but he still hadn’t figured out how his clothes became invisible to lifers just like he was; he didn’t have a body, but he could still get hurt (he had Caleb to thank for cluing him in on that one). He had long ago accepted that the rules of being a ghost would always be hazy and muddled and that sometimes he would just have to get on with it, but every now and then something would happen and it would totally stump him.

Like right now. Willie was putting chapstick on and Alex was simply could not wrap his head around it.

“Why do you need to do that?” he asked Willie, breaking the soft silence between them. They were sat in the studio on the sofa together, Willie with his legs casually crossed over Alex’s lap, lying back as he applied the chapstick.

Willie shrugged easily, popping the cap back on and slipping it into his pocket. (Pockets were another ghost thing Alex didn’t understand and he might have spiralled into that a little more if he hadn’t been so fixated on the chapstick.)

“Stops my lips getting chapped,” Willie said. “It’s kinda in the name.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Alex replied, “but you’re a ghost. Can your lips even get chapped?”

“Yeah, that’s why I bought the chapstick,” Willie explained, meeting Alex’s bewildered look with an amused smirk. “That and the fact that it’s a nice flavour. Do you want to test it?”

Alex shook his head violently. “Absolutely not. I don’t trust it. How can we still use it even when we’re dead? There are some things that should not cross the line between life and the afterlife, and this is one of them.”

Willie giggled. “Alex, it’s literally just chapstick.”

“I know that. I’m not using it.”

Willie rolled his eyes affectionately, but then the amused smirk he’d had on his face morphed into something much more mischievous. Alex knew that look – it meant Willie had got an idea and there was absolutely no way of telling whether or not it was a good one.

“Well,” Willie said slowly, sitting up and shuffling so that he could properly look Alex in the eye, “there’s more than one way you could try it out.”

“How?” Alex asked sceptically.

Willie’s only response was to lean forward, that devilishly cute little smirk still on his face, and press a sweet, chaste kiss to Alex’s lips. It took Alex by surprise and was over before he could even kiss Willie back as Willie pulled away with a soft, self-satisfied smile. Alex, meanwhile, was still struggling to process what had happened. It wasn’t like he and Willie had never kissed before, but the fact that he hadn’t been expecting it combined with how brief it was and how happy Willie looked to have solved the chapstick issue meant that his mind was lagging a little as it tried to catch up. It did not help that Willie was beaming at him, looking effortlessly adorable.

“So?” Willie prompted after Alex had been silently staring at him with his mouth open in shock for almost a minute. “What flavour do you think it is? Do you like it?”

Alex dragged his mind back down from where it had been launched into the heavens. He reminded himself that he was here, with Willie in the studio, that conversations only worked if both people were talking, that staring was rude, and that there had in fact been a point to the kiss. He cleared his throat, trying to school his features back to neutrality but knowing he failed when Willie giggled, and then licked his lips.

“Um… is it cherry?” he guessed. His mind was still a little foggy and more focused on the fact that Willie had kissed him rather than what flavour the chapstick was.

Willie grinned, digging the chapstick out of his pocket again and showing Alex the label on the tube. “Yeah, man! You’re right, great job!”

As Willie settled back into his original position with his legs kicked over Alex’s lap, Alex pushed his momentary panic out of his mind and tried to be normal again. He had thought it would be a one-off, that one kiss and his one guess, and that would be the end of it. But apparently, Willie had other ideas because it just kept happening over and over again.

The second time it happened was in the middle of the night. Willie had got the bright idea of going to the museum at midnight to see all the art and exhibits in the dark. It had turned out to be an amazing idea – the low light gave every painting and sculpture a completely different energy, some more sinister, others infinitely more sad, some seeming so different to how they were during the day that it would have been hard to tell they were the same piece of art at all. Alex followed Willie around the museum with an affectionate smile on his face the whole time, a loving warmth in his chest as he listened to Willie talk about all the art and what it meant and who made it. It was always endearing whenever Willie talked about art; his passion and enthusiasm and the way his face positively lit up was enough to make Alex fall in love a thousand times over.

It was going so well and Alex felt unbelievably lucky that he got to be the one there with Willie. But then Willie stopped talking for a moment and Alex watched him reach into his pocket and pull out his chapstick. He couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to the last time this had happened, when Willie had pressed that one gentle kiss to his lips and backed away. When he saw Willie’s eyes light up, he knew he was thinking of the same thing.

“Want to try?” Willie asked. It was an innocent enough question, but they both heard the implication behind it – Willie was asking for another kiss.

Alex loved kissing Willie, but it still made him nervous every time, mostly because he couldn’t believe someone as incredible as Willie would actually want to kiss him. So momentarily, his nerves caught up with him and he couldn’t reply to Willie, not with words at least. He gave a quick nod before swallowing his nerves and cupping Willie’s jaw to pull him into a kiss.

He made sure this one lasted longer than the other, but it still wasn’t more than a few seconds. Alex tried not to pout when Willie pulled away, but smiled to himself when Willie rested their foreheads together.

“What flavour do you think it was?” Willie asked quietly.

Oh yeah, that was what Alex was meant to be figuring out. Well, he didn’t think he could really be blamed for forgetting that detail when just a moment ago he’d been kissing the love of his afterlife. Again, his mind took a ridiculous amount of time to get past the excitement and giddiness of the kiss and actually focus on the question he’d been asked.

“Is that cola?” he asked after a minute or two.

Willie dropped a feather-light kiss to the tip of Alex’s nose (and Alex was not too proud to admit it made him go slightly weak in the knees) and then pulled back with a smile. “You’re two for two. You’re getting good at this game, hotdog.”

“We’ll have to keep playing so I can get even better,” Alex replied. It might have been smooth if not for the fact that he was blushing so profusely that he could literally feel the heat in his face, and his voice was a little pitchy with a cruel mixture of nerves and the awkwardness that came with not being very good at flirting.

Willie didn’t mention it though. He just smiled softly, squeezed Alex’s hand, and said in a low voice, “Oh, we’re definitely going to keep playing.”

The third time it happened, Alex wasn’t expecting it at all. Half because they weren’t alone, and half because he hadn’t seen Willie put the chapstick on.

Julie and the Phantoms had just wrapped up a gig. Flynn had hired them to play at her birthday party (well, less ‘hired them’ and more the fact that the boys had wanted to give her a birthday present but they were all ghosts which made things like that very difficult, so they and Julie had offered to provide live music at her party instead) and it had gone brilliantly. Not only was the crowd enormous because Flynn had invited practically the whole school – which meant the band would get tons of exposure – but they had clearly been loving the music too. They were easily the best crowd the band had ever played too.

But maybe Alex was biased – he tended to say every crowd was the best crowd just as long as Willie was in it.

Willie and Flynn hadn’t actually met because they were yet to find a way of making Willie visible to lifers, but Flynn had heard enough stories about “Alex’s super cool skateboarder ghost boyfriend” to know that he could be counted as a friend, so he had been invited. As always, Alex had sought him out in the crowd and played like he was only playing to Willie. That was always when he performed his best.

When they finally finished their set and headed into the makeshift backstage area (which was really just Flynn’s bedroom), Alex barely had time to register what was going on as Willie came running into the room, grabbed Alex’s face and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. Alex distantly registered a few cheers from his friends, but he was too distracted to bother telling them off. All that mattered was the fact that Willie was kissing him and it was even more of a rush than the performance had been.

When they finally pulled away, Willie breathed, “You killed it up there! I swear, I’ll never get tired of hearing you guys play. I’m proud of you.”

“If you’re proud of all of us then how come only Alex gets a kiss?” Luke asked. Alex knew that he was joking, but he still bundled Willie up protectively in his arms, ignoring the way that just elicited laughter and ‘awwww’s from his friends.

“You liked it, then?” Alex asked quietly. He knew Willie always loved their performances, but it always felt amazing to hear it.

“I loved it, just like I love you,” Willie whispered back. Alex melted a little. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?” Alex asked. “The performance?”

“No,” Willie said, that sly smirk back on his face. Suddenly Alex realised what was going on, how he’d been caught off-guard. “My chapstick. Did you like the flavour?”

This one was totally unfair. Alex hadn’t know he was supposed to be thinking about the chapstick. He’d been so caught up in Willie that it had been the very last thing on his mind. Briefly, he entertained the idea of kissing Willie again to try and get another taste, but he knew if he did that he probably wouldn’t be able to stop and he wasn’t so keen to do that while his friends were still in the room, even if they weren’t paying attention anymore.

“That’s cheating!” he said. “I didn’t know we were playing.”

“You’ve gotta guess, hotdog,” Willie returned with a laugh, “those are the rules.”

“You never told me there were rules.”

“You never asked.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” he admitted reluctantly. “Was it… I don’t know. Blueberry?”

“Not even close,” Willie said. He pressed another kiss to Alex’s lips and pulled away before Alex could lose himself in it, which was disappointing but probably a good thing.

He tasted it this time, doing his best to focus on it, but it was very difficult with Willie so close and so cute. Still, the proud smile he got from Willie when he finally guessed watermelon made his restraint and effort completely worthwhile.

From then on, he learned to expect it. To look forward to it too. He went shopping with Willie to buy new multipacks of fun flavours (though shopping was another weird thing as a ghost because even though they left money on the counter it felt a lot more like shoplifting) and they continued their guessing game for months and months. But truth be told, it had started to feel less like a game and more just an excuse to kiss each other. It took another month or two for Alex to realise that had probably been Willie’s plan all along anyway – when he asked Willie about it, the laughter he was met with was more than enough answer.

But he wasn’t complaining. He got to kiss his boyfriend all he wanted, and neither of them ever got chapped lips.

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contraststudies · 3 years ago

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Thank you for tagging me, @tawnyontumblr! I’m very bad at doing these writer meme things, so here goes nothing.

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

45 and counting!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

376,429. Holy moly that is a fuck ton of words (I only properly started posting on AO3 last May iirc).

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Four: Critical Role, Good Omens, Hades, and Kill La Kill.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

This list is bookended by two PWPs, which I find hilarious given that I seem to have misplaced my smut brain cell sometime in the last couple of months.

On The Matter of Traffic Violations (Good Omens, E)

“Officer Fell,” Crowley says, and leans forward, enough to give Fell a good view of his décolletage. He tilts his head in the way he knows people find deliciously coquettish, glad that he’d had the foresight to apply some mascara before heading out. “I’m so very sorry about this,” he says, looking up at the officer through his lashes. “It’s late, you know, no cars around… Didn’t notice how fast I was going, that’s all.”

[Or: Crowley flirts his way out of a traffic violation.]

Unbinding (Critical Role, T)

This is a great honor, Essek reminds himself, trying not to recoil as fingers run through his hair, working through the tangles. A braid is made of three strands, symbolizing the inextricable bond between the soul, the den, and the Luxon. A recognition of an achievement by the drow who bears it. With each braid, the soul is bound ever closer to its den and to the Luxon.

It is a lesson Essek learned long ago, but one he is never permitted to forget.

[Or: the story of why the Shadowhand wears his hair cropped short.]

No Church In The Wild (Good Omens, E)

The stem of the wineglass in Aziraphale’s hand snaps cleanly in two, but no one seems to hear it—every eye in the room is trained on the redheaded dancer sashaying to the gleaming silver pole, centre stage for all to see.

Oh, Aziraphale thinks faintly. Good lord.

[Or: the one where Aziraphale gets assigned to the red light district.]

abide gold with me (Critical Role, T)

“Okay, Cay-leb,” Jester says, stretching out the syllables affectionately. “You sit right here so we can watch you and Essek try an orange for the first time.”

The Primal Scene (Good Omens, E - a collab with @lookitsstevie!)

Harriet notices that there’s a crack of light at the end of the hallway coming from the door to the library, and her mood brightens considerably. Perhaps the tutors are still here, putting together their lessons for the next day before they leave for the night. She leans down to pick up a piece of cloth that’s fallen on the rug. Her breath catches in her throat when she realizes what it is – a necktie with a familiar tartan pattern.

She nearly drops the tie in shock at the unmistakable sound coming from the closed door of the library. A sharp, quickly stifled moan.

[Or: Harriet Dowling accidentally bears witness to divine ecstasy.]

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try. I really do. My friends (and maybe some of my readers) know that this is difficult for me, mainly because any sort of recognition reduces me to a gibbering pile of tears. I’m working on it though, even if it does take me a million years to respond to anything on AO3.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

God, which one do I choose. I have been referred to as an angst gremlin for a very good reason. I’m gonna go with The Remains of the Day, a Good Omens fairy tale AU I wrote loosely based on Bluebeard.

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE. I wrote philtatos, a crossover of Good Omens and The Iliad/The Song of Achilles. It’s the only crossover I’ve ever written, unless we’re counting Variations of an Arrangement, which could loosely count as a crossover of the book/radio/TV versions of Good Omens.

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I have not. And hopefully never will.

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do, and it’s usually of the angst with a happy ending variety.

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hm. How do we define stealing? Just kidding. The short answer is no.

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Got one in the works for Critical Role!

13) What’s your all time favourite ship?

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes was actually the first ship I ever really got into, and they’ll always have a special place in my heart even if I never wrote anything for that fandom. Crowley/Aziraphale from Good Omens of course, and more recently Caleb Widogast/Essek Thelyss from Critical Role.

14) What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Variations of an Arrangement. I loved writing it, and I still want to finish it one day, but it took a lot of brainpower to write and keep track of the plot and I feel like it’s beyond me, at least right now.

15) What are your writing strengths?

I… hmm. Judging by the way people are always yelling at me in their comments, I guess it’s that I can write stories that make people feel things very deeply.

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

I repeat words so often, it’s embarrassing. I use too many “-ly” adverbs. Also, I find myself using the same turns of phrase across several fics lmao.

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Language is a tricky thing. I don’t want to bore you with discourse. I try not to write dialogue in a different language (especially if it’s not one I speak myself) unless it’s absolutely called for, or if they’re just basic phrases and I’m 100% certain I won’t be getting it wrong. I have read fics where this was done very well though, and I’ve found that it really adds to the atmosphere in those cases.

18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

It was for this old anime called Princess Tutu. I danced ballet when I was younger and loved it so much – I believe I was only twelve at the time?? But I think the fic may still be floating around on FF.net somewhere.

19) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I wrote philtatos in a four-day fever dream. It’s not the most technically perfect fic I’ve ever written or anything like that, but I think it’s the one that reveals the most about who I am as a person. That is an incredibly cheesy thing to say, I know. I always joke that posting that fic felt like offering my still-beating heart on a silver platter to the void, but there you are.

For Critical Role, surprisingly enough it’s this ficlet I wrote called sinners, a small bite of Shadowdrei where I was parsing my ideas on Astrid and Eadwulf’s dynamic and where they stood when it came to Bren/Caleb and Essek. I didn’t realize how fully formed my thoughts were until I wrote that. Fascinating what your own writing will show you about the things that are in your mind.

Tagging with no pressure whatsoever: @naromoreau @jenanigans1207 @saretton @theseedsofdoom @musegnome!

#about me #writing meme

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cadaceus · 4 years ago

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C2E137

Hello everyone and welcome to my liveblogs for Campaign 2, Episode 137 of Critical Role, in which Matthew Mercer simultaneously amazes and disturbs me with his levels of description and endless creativity. Even though this was a shorter episode (funny how we can call three hour episodes “short!”) we got so much information about this place and I loved seeing them explore this city of Cognouza. Full liveblogs down below, rich with spoilers, so beware!

- Some of those photos of Sam were Big Moods, not gonna lie

- Awwe, Jester thinking that she wishes to move forward to hold Fjord’s hand! They really are so cute <3 (Also: SHEEPLEB IS SO CUTE)

- Ohhh okay, so Artagan just posesses Sprinkle sometimes but not all of the time?

- Matt’s “many creepy voices at the same time” voiceover is still way too good

- PEOPLE ON THE STREETS?? WHOMST?? Are they real or are they illusions/recollections of the past somehow?

- “if it’s a real problem, just smack it” CAD lmao he truly has been learning from them

- “I didn’t take [Prayer of Healing] because let’s be honest...” LMAO Jester is living the battle Cleric life as she should!

- oh my god the people are real and responded to what Veth asked,,,, this is giving me so many creepy sensations but also it’s such a cool visual

- THAT PERSON SCREAMING MADE ME JUMP DUFYSGDJKLJ;

- The city having teeth and flesh.... I hate it here :) We are truly going full horror movie

- Timorei... One of the Somnovum... wants Caleb to find Elatis and Luctus in the Aether Crux to achieve immortality? End oblivion? (Like the Chained Oblivion or??)

- THE PERSON LIQUIFYING AND BECOMING COBBLESTONE, THEY ARE ALL PART OF THE CITY AND MAKE UP THE CITY WHAT IS HAPPENING MATTHEW MERCER

- Ira, I think you may be projecting here with the whole “anger in your hearts” thing

- Caleb throwing whoever this Gaudius fellow is under the bus LMAO

- oh i was NOT expecting initative OH MY GODDDD SMITE THESE THINGS

- God how is Matt like. The most talented person? His voices, his descriptions of the city and horror, the beauty of this map.... idk how my heart is so full of fondness for someone I’ve never even met but I love him

- Awww, Beauyasha on the same initiative! Girlfriends on the same wavelength I love them so much 🥰

- Oh, forbidden Essek lore! His Dexterity is 16... so maybe his order goes INT - CHA - DEX - WIS - CON - STR ?

- Yesss Veth and her laughing magic! But also.... the fleshy city (?) laughing is more horror movie material

- “A sigh of relief amongst the screams” oh now I’m sorry for them :( maybe being smited actually frees them from torture?

- Essek’s black lightning followed by Widogast’s Web of Fire from Caleb.... what’s sexier than wizards everyone?

- MY BEAUYASHA HEART IS BREAKING DON’T ATTACK HER YOU LOVE HER SHE IS YOUR FAVORITE PERSON

- But it also parallels so well with when Yasha was possessed by Obann and attacked Beau.... woof 😭

- “Super into tentacles” YASHA 💀

- The Natural 19 Fire Bolt from Essek followed immediately by a Natural 20 Fire Bolt from Caleb..... THAT’S RIGHT BABEY

- How do you want to this!!!! Phew!

- “Someone guard our exchange student wizard” LOL me as Caleb though

- TONGUE MATERIAL?? UGH GROSS

- “Final Arc” I hope the heck not Mr Mercer /j

- “Help help help help help help help help help” I mean mood but also 😭

- Oooh so Essek has a 21 Intelligence maybe? 22?

- Is that Cree coming toward them? IF SO: BIG YIKES

- Wait, that was such a short episode, whoa! That must be the shortest CR Episode so far? Or close to it? I was really eager to keep watching, but this just means I have extra to look forward to next week! And until then, I love y’all and is it Thursday yet! <3

#critical role #cr spoilers #c2e137 #cw eyes #tw eyes #not sure how to tag the gif sorry! but i thought it was fitting for the horror of this week's episode...#queue

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flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop · 4 years ago

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Critical Role 2x47 Thoughts:

T-Minus 39 episodes until Ashley never leaves us again

Damn, Marisha just hit us with a “happy 2019″. We’re in 2021, this campaign really is lasting forever

Literally just watching this episode wanting to play some D&D

“go fuck yourself crab” 😂

Marisha/Beau is not have a good time during this battle lol

Twelve points of bong damage!

Yasha’s going to try to get to Red Lobster 😂

Rogue’s are fucking awesome. Definitely making a rogue for my next character

Everyone has forgotten how to D&D over the break lol

Matt just likes giving out heart attacks lol

Nott just keeps trying to “shoot” Fjord lol

Travis’s brain is short-circuiting having Fjord have a conversation with Yasha

Beau just likes sleeping on things she shouldn’t sleep on lol

Someone wearing a robe? Keep Yasha away, she might bring the entire building down lol

Nott playing matchmaker, not very well. 😂

Oop, we're getting to the "Caduceus giving orders" stage

Jester and Fjors having a deep conversation and Beau just picking up coins and armor lol

The entire cast holding their breath in fear of Fjord dying right now in this temple as Matt makes cracking sounds that are totally this temple breaking around Fjord

Fjord has to almost die to control water while Jester just has it lol

Beau just dropping her First Mate status every chance she gets lol

The excitement Marisha shows at getting first mate abilities lol

Look at these cuties learning how to sail

The party once again ruining all Matt’s plans for battle and ruining all his research and preparation lol

Jester is going to brand everyone lmao

Beau be like “fuck my family”

Beau backstory reveal makes me sad when Ashley isn’t here for Beauyasha development. But also, I love Beau backstory so I’ll allow it

There really is so much Fjord backstory left to explore. Uk’otoa is still out there, still have to deal with that.

Awww they’re giving the ship to Orly and of course Orly is all humble and shit and doesn’t believe that he should have the ship

Caduceus is going on a trip ��

Vandren is alive 😱 *insert this is brand new information gif because I totally did not know this from future episodes at all*

Beau learning Avantika’s code so she can communicate with Caleb and all I’m thinking about is Beau asking Caleb to teach her to read/write Celestial so she can leave Yasha secret love notes

Nott wanting to check in on Yeza? 👀

#critical role #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #beauyasha #fjord stone #jester lavorre #caduceus clay #nott the brave #caleb widogast #orly #the mighty nein #critical role 2x47

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aro-of-artemis · 4 years ago

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Together I Think That We Can Make It

it occured to me like 5 mins ago that i should post my fic on here lmao. i havent written fic since 2016 but then jatp came along soooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here’s the first one. if you enjoy it please leave kudos over on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28131345

Julie is a tactile person. She enjoys those little everyday touches, the brushing of shoulders, the knocking of elbows, an arm slung around someone you care about just because you can, a warm, squeezing hug when you're sad. Those types of things. As such, not being able to touch three of the most important people in her life was…challenging. This being her nature, she hadn't even thought through the action of hugging Luke until it was already happening.

"No music is worth making, Julie, if we're not making it with you," he'd said, his eyes full with tears and steadfast conviction, "No regrets." And she couldn't help it. Her throat was closing up, clogged up by the thunderstorm of reliefgrieflove and all she could think to do was wrap her arms around him. And so she did.

He was so warm. She felt his hands span across her back, holding her together as she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him, to them. Overcome with desperate clawing love, manifested in the grip of her arms and the nearly audible tearing of her barely-healed heart.

"I love you guys," she eked out through the boulder in her throat.

And then it hit her. She was touching Luke. He had a physical body and she was touching him. She pulled back slowly, running her hands along his definitely-present-and-accounted-for arms, his similarly in-attendance hands.

"How can I feel you?"

"I-I-I dunno." His brows furrowed in a charming display of bewilderment and Julie's breath left her in a gasp as she reached up to his face. Feeling the curve of his cheekbones under his skin, the curl of hair around his ears, she revelled in the sensation of his burning hot fingers gently stroking her face. His small, confused chuckle burned in her chest, sparking down her arms. When he held their hands to his chest she could barely breathe. And his eyes - so familiar and yet seemingly so much closer than they had ever been.

Luke turned to Reggie and Alex, "I feel stronger." Stubborn, prickly hope bloomed in her chest.

"Alex, Reggie, come."

Together, they formed an unending circle, knit together as a unit. The love she felt for these boys was overwhelming, like she was bigger on the inside than she was on the outside.

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After Caleb's stamps had disappeared, their hug had turned into another which turned into a twirling circle of excitement. This then turned into an exhausted cuddle pile. They were all emotionally and physically wrung out from their rollercoaster day. The couch had been turned into the pull-out (by whom, Julie couldn't tell you, she was just glad to be horizontal). Julie's head lay cushioned on Luke's chest, her ear pressed against his steady heartbeat (another development, apparently). Reggie had his face squished up against Luke's bicep, his arm slung over Luke and landing on Julie's shoulder. Alex's head was on the gentle rise and fall of Julie's stomach, his legs tangled with Luke's. Julie absent-mindedly played with his soft blond hair. She felt incredibly content. And then a voice rang out.

"Hey, Julie! I thought I told you not to ghost me. What happ-"

Julie glanced over at the doorway where Carlos stood with dinner plates for eyes. She wasn't sure what he was seeing other than her head seemingly suspended in mid-air but she didn't have the energy to move.

"Sorry, Carlos," she began, "I got distrac-"

"I - I can see them!"

"You what?"

Suddenly energy returned to her muscles. She lurched up, jostling the boys from their half-sleep.

"You can see them?" she asked, her heart beginning to race.

"Yeah," Carlos said. "I thought they were ghosts!"

"They are!" Julie cried at the same time Reggie said, in a much brighter tone, "We are!"

"Huh," Carlos said before grinning. "Cool!"

"Wait, wait, wait," Luke said, leveraging himself upright, "You can see us?"

"Awesome!" Reggie said when Carlos nodded. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Carlos made a show of squinting at him but his grin gave him away. "Four. Plus a thumb."

Luke smirked and rolled his eyes, glancing over at Alex who had been sitting quietly and looked a couple degrees away from panic.

"Hey, man, it's okay, we'll figure it out," Luke soothed, immediately understanding Alex's aversion to change. Alex just nodded dumbly in response so Julie started running her hand across his shoulder blades which seemed to calm him a small amount.

Meanwhile, Reggie had moved closer to Carlos.

"I wonder if-," Reggie cut himself off when his hand came to firmly rest on Carlos' shoulder. He turned around, still anchored to Carlos with a smile splitting his face. "Julie! Look!" He pulled back and tried again, his fingers this time passing straight through. He frowned down at his hand and continued trying, with mixed results. The others watched on in amusement.

Once again, the night air was cut through with a ringing voice. "Carlos, it's time to sleep. You can talk to Julie in the morning."

Ray stopped dead - ahem - in the doorway, several steps behind his son.

"Hello…" he said uncertainly. "Julie, what's going on?"

"I - It's a long story," she began, "You might wanna sit down for this."

"Ghosts?"

"Yeah."

"From 1995."

"Yup."

"Huh."

"Uhuh."

In the intervening time, all the boys had brought themselves to sit on the edge of the pull-out, crowded around Julie, helping her to tell the story, hot dogs and all.

"Y'know, your mom used to work as a waitress at the Orpheum. I think I remember her telling me about working the night that Sunset Curve-," he abruptly stopped himself, glancing up at the boys.

"Wait," Luke said, a grin starting to climb across his face, a little lopsided and entirely charming if one were to ask Julie. "That was your mom? Dude! Reggie flirted with your mom!"

"Hey!" Reggie cried defensively, "So did you!"

"I did not!"

"Did so!"

Ray chuckled at them while Alex looked on in smug satisfaction at the fact that he could not be said to have been flirting with Julie's mom, never mind the small details.

Ray's smile softened into something contemplative, and he looked around, eyeing Reggie, Alex and Luke in turn. When he spoke it got a little stuck in his throat but he continued on.

"Thank you, boys. For what you've done for Julie." He reached out and placed a hand on Reggie's shoulder without it sliding through. "Even though I've only known you a short time, I'd like to think you are now a part of our family." Julie heard Reggie sniffle. And then Alex. And then Luke. They all looked at Ray as if he'd given them an irreplaceable gift.

The night ended with another hug, now bigger by two.

#me?#using tumblr in the year of our lord (kenny ortega) 2021 #its more likely than you think #jatp #fic #fanfiction #my fic #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic

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makeste · 5 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 270: Harry Potter Rules

Previously on BnHA: Present Mic punched Ujiko in the face! It was awesome. I’m thinking about getting a tattoo of it. Meanwhile Endeavor saved Mirko’s life by setting her on fire (reason #15 why I will never become a superhero), and Aizawa did some sexy Spider-Man poses for our viewing pleasure while fighting the rest of these Noumus which are still annoyingly refusing to die. Anyway but back to Present Mic, the undisputed MVP of this chapter. Because you see, in addition to the punching, he also used his Loud Voice attack (literally the actual attack name; Horikoshi will steal all of my jokes and leave me with nothing) to smash open Tomura’s Noumutank! Which I really thought was going to immediately lead to Everyone Dying, but apparently I was wrong! Anyways so yeah, right now Tomura’s just lying down all heart-stopped and not-breathing. Which seems very anticlimactic, BUT I JUST HAVE THE CRAZIEST FEELING that maybe, just maybe, the super powerful villain lad who just spent the last three arcs slowly upgrading his bad self just in time to wage war on the world as the story reaches its climax, might not actually be dead though.

Today on BnHA: DON’T MIND THAT OMINOUS ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND, IT’S NOTHING, IGNORE IT. Ahem. So first of all, as some of the bolder among us dared to speculate, Tomura is not, in fact, dead. He’s still very much kicking it with his nipple-less pecs and truffula tree hair, putzing around in his mental landscape filled with crumbled buildings and disembodied Theatrical Gesture Hands. For some reason he doesn’t have shoes or a shirt in his mental landscape, which was a very interesting choice on Horikoshi’s part, but we will speak no more of it. Anyway so to sum things up, Tomura’s family is all “TENKO WE LOVE YOU” and he’s all “oh hey” and then AFO fucking appears and he’s all “COME HERE MY BOY” which is exactly as creepy as you would expect, and for some fucking reason TOMURA ACTUALLY DOES COME HERE. And lol it turns out Ujiko gave him AFO. Like the quirk. Yes, that quirk. So long story short, Tomura is about to be possessed by AFO’s evil soul or some shit, and to put the cherry on top, fucking Deku out of fucking nowhere, MILES AWAY, is all “HE’S COMING.” Because of course he can sense it, because AFOFA IS REAL, AND FUCK ME THIS IS ALL HAPPENING TOO FAST, FUCK.

I know this chapter has been out since like 1pm, but I’m not getting to read it until 5 hours later because for once in my life I was trying to be responsible and actually get some work done on a Friday. I thought this might lead to less oh-god-I-still-have-to-get-that-done anxiety hovering over my weekend, but instead it just led to oh-god-I-have-to-get-the-chapter-recap-done anxiety hovering over my now! anyways so this might be a bit rushed lol

(ETA: yeah turns out this wasn’t exactly the kind of chapter you could just read quickly and get on with your life lmao. so, then!)

what a nice panel of Present Mic taking out the trash

you heard ‘em fellas. the doctor is secured. good job everyone we did it, manga over, congratulations. now to cut away to a two-page spread of Dark Shadow comically smothering Dabi’s flames with a giant stock pot lid, and that’ll be that! what a wonderful, extremely short and strangely underwhelming arc in which we haven’t even seen the actual main characters do anything yet. but I guess we don’t need them since the main bad guy is lying dead on the floor! everything is just so fucking dead and secured!! do you think if I keep repeating it enough Horikoshi will finally be like “okay geez I get it” and reveal his hand already

Mic is now ordering Ujiko to power down the Noumu, which again, I’m sure he will definitely do without a fuss since after all the good guys have clearly won the day

OH SHIT OH FUCK

rip X-Less. gonna just take a moment here to imprint your beautiful face onto my memory before it turns into a pile of ash. your face, I mean. not my memory. well my memory more or less already is a pile of ash but that’s neither here nor there ANYWAYS

:’)

what are these little sound effects. I think that’s supposed to be a buzzing noise?? anyways whatever it is PLEASE STOP IT, I AM NOT HAVING A NICE TIME SO STOP

ffff Horikoshi sure has done an excellent job of setting the mood in such a way that all of these panels of X-Less doing incredibly mild things are sending my stress levels through the roof. like is anyone else reading his lines more or less like “WELP, TIME FOR ME TO DIE, ANY SECOND NOW, WE’RE REALLY DOING THIS, THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, HERE IT COMES”

(ETA: when is this poor sweet innocent man going to fucking die already.)

LET’S CUT BACK TO MIC ESCAPING THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY

I have the clearest mental image of Horikoshi standing by with a walkie talkie in one hand and one of those remote bomb detonation clicky switch thingies in the other, patiently waiting to receive the go-ahead once all of the important characters have gotten to safety

anyway so now Ujiko is talking again

no fear everyone this is just the beginning of his verbal noumu deactivation sequence. nothing to worry about. everything is fine

yes for some reason his code phrase to put all the noumus back to sleep involves going into rambling detail about his work researching quirk singularities and shit. it’s fine. it’s not a big deal. code phrases are just like that sometimes all right

just ignore the increasingly panicked look in Mic’s eye as he slowly realizes he was way too fucking keen to just leave the “dead” Tomura back there with his laser-eyed hero buddy. anyway so let’s continue learning all about the Quirk Illuminati or whatever the fuck

okay so... he faked his own death? 70 years ago, at age 50 or thereabouts? I mean, that’s interesting and all I guess. not saying I wouldn’t be thrilled to spend the rest of this chapter learning all about Ujiko’s boring evil life. I don’t need to say it because it’s implied on account of Ujiko sucks and is the worst. so yeah can we get a move on though

oh shit?!?

WHOSE NARRATION IS THAT IN THE BOXES TOMURA IS THAT YOU OH GOD OH GOD

also, comparing AFO’s smile to a buddha’s really sent an actual shudder of disgust down my spine for some reason lmao. I personally would have steered that comparison in a different area, maybe less to buddhas and more to Norman Bates from Psycho, but to each their own

oh shit wait up

okay but this is actually a pretty big revelation though, isn’t it? because it’s been hinted for a while now that AFO and Ujiko had some method of duplicating quirks (the fact that all the Noumu share the same regeneration quirk was the biggest clue, but there was also John-chan’s quirk, as well as Hood’s Muscular-esque quirk), but as far as I can recall, this is the first time we’ve had it confirmed. though to be fair I wasn’t joking when I said my memory really has been shit lately sob

anyway so for real though, can you really call it a BnHA chapter if you’re not spending a good chunk of it being hopelessly confused over the ownership of some ambiguous thought bubbles. WHO IS THIS. I do seriously feel like it’s Tomura, because he’s the wrathful one, but another hallmark of a typical BnHA chapter is me constantly questioning everything I know as I muddle my way through

(ETA: yeah I’m pretty sure it was him. still impressive how vague it is though! it could also potentially be Ujiko, Mic, or even Deku. hopefully Caleb’s translation on Sunday can shed some more light on this. though he wasn’t really helpful last time this happened lol.)

SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

didn’t... you just... say that “preservation” was your quirk?? what do you mean that you wanted it?? CAN YOU JUST FINISH YOUR SENTENCES LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

anyway so here’s a summary of this chapter thus far

present mic: okay goodbye forever x-less

x-less: what a strange thing to say! :) also is it just me or is this machine fucking staring at me

present mic: turn the noumu off please

ujiko: seventy years ago... society... singularity... he’d be 120 years old now...

??: [REPULSIVE FEELING EW WHO’S TOUCHING ME]

ujiko: all for one has the smile of an angel...

??: [SON OF A BITCH I’M SO FUCKING WRATHFUL]

ujiko: my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk... preservation... the truth is... my quirk...

all caught up?? grand. also btw is anyone else super disturbed by the fact that Ujiko recognizes Mic as being “Kurogiri’s friend”, like holy shit though? how would he know that. I can’t think of any implications of this that aren’t super disturbing tbh

anyways back to -- LOL WHAT THE

Horikoshi Kouhei: [furiously scribbling notes to himself at 3am] BUT WHAT IF THE FOLDING CITY FROM “INCEPTION” HAD MORE GIANT HANDS

jesus christ. is this like some mental representation of what shit is currently like in Tomura’s mind? lots of crumbly destruction and traffic lights and the house his father built (isn’t it? I feel like it looks familiar), and SO MANY HANDS, HE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS

anyway so at this point it’s a coin toss whether or not anything in this fucking chapter is ever going to make any kind of fucking sense! but here I am voluntarily along for the ride while Gene Wilder sings that creepy boat song right in my ear!

DSFKLDSJ

ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN FLOATING IN A JAR FOR THREE MONTHS TBH. that is some luscious quarantine hair

SDFLKJSDLFKJSLKFDHLKSDJFLKJLKSDJL:FKJSDL:KJ

(ETA: that Tomura in the top left may be my new favorite panel. look at him. all he is is a nose and chin and ~*~HAIR~*~.)

HANAAAAAA AHHHHHH OH MY LORD OH MY LORD! OKAY I’M FINALLY PAYING ATTENTION NOW FOR REAL! NO MORE JOKES! EVERYBODY SHHHH!!!

FFFFFFFFFF

“LOOK AT ME I’M A MAIN CHARACTER I CAN HAVE STRANGE VISIONS AND TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE IN MY DREAMS, SOUND LIKE ANYBODY ELSE YOU KNOW?” TOMURA SHUT UP I DON’T HAVE TIME TO ANALYZE THIS SCENE THEMATICALLY RIGHT NOW I’M TOO BUSY BEING SAD ABOUT YOUR DEAD SISTER WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY CALCULATING THE ODDS OF THIS SOMEHOW BEING FORESHADOWING FOR HER NOT REALLY BEING DEAD. OH GOD, OH FUCK YOU GUYS, I’M FREAKING OUT

WHAT KIND OF YOUNGER BROTHER DOESN’T CALL HIS OLDER SISTER “NEECHAN” TOMURA WHAT KIND OF ANIME CHARACTER ARE YOU

AT THIS POINT HIS HAIR IS ITS OWN INDIVIDUAL CHARACTER WITH THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS WOW

HORIKOSHI PLEASE STOP SHAKING THIS CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE OF SIBLING FEELS SO VIGOROUSLY I AM SO TERRIBLY AFRAID OH GOD

“BY THE WAY TENKO I JUST HAVE TO SAY, YOUR MAN BOOBS ARE SERIOUSLY IMPRESSIVE AND YOU SHOULD BE VERY PROUD.” YES HANA I WAS JUST GOING TO SAY. HOW ASTUTE OF YOU TO POINT THAT OUT. BOY HAS BEEN HITTING THAT BOWFLEX

WTAF IS HIS HAIR THOUGH SERIOUSLY??!

IS IT JUST ME OR IS THIS DIALOGUE BUBBLE ACTUALLY COMING FROM THE HAIR ITSELF. TOMURA. TOMURA BLINK TWICE IF YOU ARE IN DANGER

SJJKJSKJSW

TENKO IT’S ME YOUR GIANT MOM I’M BEHIND YOU HONEY TURN AROUND AND LOOK HELLO HI I LOVE YOU DO YOU STILL WANT TO BE A HERO

ffff why is he so pretty all the time lately

you are very handsome with your billowy hair and ken doll abs, you. sure are having a lot of trippy visions for a dead guy too there

HEY!!!!

WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED -- DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST -- ffffffffff I need to be alone with my thoughts for a few minutes fuck

okay well. but since it is getting late I guess we’ll just pack these feelings up real quick and put them inside a box and neatly label it “feelings I have about Tomura having a vision of his mom and immediately turning back into his innocent little boy self in said vision as soon as he sees her.” not too sure about the contents of this box yet but I will have to explore them thoroughly at a later date

oh hey it’s this asshole

“THAT WAS TWENTY YEARS AGO, DAD.” jesus Kotaro. get over it

and also guess what, if you go and get Tomura all riled up so he wakes up grumpy and disintegrates the first hapless guy he sees, I will hold you solely responsible for that poor man’s death. I’m just warning you now

oh my

I remember this conversation going a bit differently the last time, but hey

LOOOOOOL

HIGH FIVE. PUT ‘ER THERE

WHY WOULD YOU LOOK SO SURPRISED LOL DID YOU NOT JUST TURN TOWARDS HIM WITH A SINISTER MURDER FACE LIKE TWO SECONDS AGO. LIKE WTF DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN

OH NO OH SHIT

FUCK ME, GUESS IT WOULDN’T BE A DRAMATIC BNHA DREAM SEQUENCE IF THIS ASSHOLE DIDN’T MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT SOME POINT OR OTHER NOW WOULD IT

-- HOLY SHIT?!

RECORD SCRATCH, FREEZE FRAME??

holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit

holy shit. fuck

...okay so

is this implying that AFO has been Noumufied? but that doesn’t make any sense, does it? he already had multiple quirks. what other advantages could there be to him becoming a Noumu. well whatever I’m just typing out all of my thoughts real fast for the time being and I’ll try to make sense of them later

or is it because he sees Kurogiri as a father figure? and AFO also?

or is he using Kurogiri’s quirk????? IS HE SOMEHOW WARPING INTO TOMURA’S DREAMS

because that third one, to me, is what this panel most looks like? Tomura says he looks like Kuro, but he doesn’t though. Kuro has a very distinctive face which this is very much lacking. instead it looks to me much more like one of Kurogiri’s portals, with AFO’s buddhaesque smile sticking out. so yeah. I got nothin’. except, again, fuck

(ETA: yeah I obviously have more thoughts about this now, but we’ll get to those in a bit.)

...

.......

-- !!!!!!!!!!LKJLK!JLKJ

oh shit oh shit oh shit

OH SHIT

NO BABY NO DON’T DO IT

GASP

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AHHHH

I HAVE LIKE TEN THOUSAND THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN RIGHT NOW YET SOMEHOW MY MIND IS ALSO STRANGELY BLANK?? I DON’T EVEN KNOW?? I’LL JUST KEEP READING

KOTARO ARE YOU TRYING TO HELP HIM OR ARE YOU PULLING HIM TOWARD AFO??

OH HE’S PUSHING HIM BACK!! OH SHIT IT’S A WHOLE FAMILY EFFORT

THEY’RE TRYING TO SAVE HIM AFO IS GOING TO TAKE HIM OVER AND THEY’RE TRYING TO PROTECT HIM OH GOD OH JESUS

BABY TENKO EYES OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE DEKU THAT I THOUGHT IT WAS DEKU FOR A MOMENT

NO TENKO!!!

FUCK -- DOES HE NOT CARE? HE ACTUALLY UNDERSTANDS WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN BUT HE DOESN’T CARE?? IS HE TRULY SO PROFOUNDLY MISERABLE THAT HE’D GO AHEAD AND ACCEPT THIS FATE WILLINGLY

NO SOUNDS. NO WORDS. YOU COULD HEAR A PIN DROP IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW

except that I have the most incredible, chilling, disturbing, electrifying feeling that my mental soundtrack is about to start blaring AFO’s theme from the anime on full blast...!

LOOOOOL SOB OH FUCKK

THE MOST TERRIFYING, DRAMATIC KIP UP YOU’VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE!! THIS IS IT, IT’S BEEN REAL FRIENDS, THIS IS WHERE WE DIE

-- ARE YOU REALLY, TRULY, GENUINELY SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW

NOW OF ALL TIMES IS WHEN WE FINALLY CUT TO THE TRIO, I’M CAN’T, I’M FUCK

AND THAT’S THE END AHHHHH

holy shit holy shit holy shit. wow

okay so. I don’t really have any sort of neat and tidy way to wrap up this hot mess of a recap lol. so, just... have a whole mess of all of my stupid whirling thoughts

those first four pages really did nothing to brace me at all lol

okay, so. here’s my understanding of all this, I guess. basically we’re going full Harry Potter rules here. AFO horcruxed his quirk, and from the looks of it, a piece of his soul (perhaps even the main piece) along with it. he then passed it on to Ujiko to implant into Tomura

horcrux!AFO then wakes up, and takes over Tomura. so then my understanding is that he’s going to be possessed by him. and I also got the impression that he’s fully aware of that, but just doesn’t care at this point. he knew his family was trying to warn him, but he didn’t care. and that look in his eyes when he disintegrated them just seemed so fucking resigned to me, though. jesus

but now the more interesting thing! so we can liken Tomura to the resurrected Voldemort from book 5 and onward, reborn after transferring his power into a new vessel. which would go a long way toward explaining how AFO was able to sense what was happening from all the way in Tartarus; because if we liken it to Voldemort and his horcruxes, it would mean that he still has a connection to them (similar to the connection between Voldemort’s mind and Harry’s)

but so now comes the really interesting thing -- what does this then imply about the connection between AFO and Deku? because you’ll recall that AFO alluded to a similar mental connection back when Deku first activated SIXQUIRKS. and now we have Deku somehow being magically aware of AFO’s sudden resurgent presence in this chapter. but why?? if the reason AFO and Tomura share a psychic link is because of a shared quirk, why would Deku also be experiencing the same link? the answer is, he wouldn’t -- unless he, too, had the same shared quirk

in other words, I think All for One for All is fucking confirmed you guys. I can’t think of any explanation for this other than that OFA is also a horcrux quirk. a little piece of AFO broken off and embedded in his brother, and then passed along through the generations. and now residing within Deku

anyway. so that’s a hell of a lot to ponder lol. I guess we can at least be grateful for the fact that we’re not waiting two weeks for chapter 271 like Hori originally planned. can you fucking imagine. what a fucking asshole lol

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idonthaveanyurlideas · 5 years ago

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One Job

AKA: Jester caught wind that someone in the Nein has a crush on her and who better to help her figure out who it is than her detective partner Nott? Surely Nott isn’t secretly the only person who knows who it is.

Read it on AO3 lmao

It had been a beautiful day. Calm, peaceful, exactly what Nott and the rest of the Mighty Nein needed after the chaotic weeks they’d had. They’d been on the Balleater for a few days now, heading out to where the peace talks between Dwendal and the Bright Queen would take place, and the break before that happened could not have been more welcome.

Nott had been enjoying it, about as much as she could enjoy being on a wooden death trap surrounded by water. It was peaceful, at least, and she could stay below the deck (but close enough to the surface that she could run if a leak appeared) and relax.

Then Jester quite literally kicked the door open.

“Nott holy fuck!” Jester was seemingly unperturbed by the ensuing screeching, closing the door gently behind her before running up to where Nott had been organising her vials. “Nott, you’ll never believe it!”

“Shit, Jester, you nearly gave me a heart attack-” Nott had a hand over her chest, breathing deeply. “Is someone dead?”

“What? No! Of course not.” Jester rolled her eyes like she was stupid, just because she’d nearly kicked the door off its hinges completely was no reason to think something bad had happened, jeez Nott. “But I found out something totally crazy.”

Nott narrowed her eyes, looking around and half expecting something to pop out. Jester had really been going crazy on the pranks lately in preparation for Travellercon, thinking up and testing out all sorts of jokes and surprises on them.

Nothing happened, so she looked back to Jester, who was bouncing on her toes. “What is it?”

Well-” Jester’s hands were in fists, held loosely in front of her like she was preparing to cheer. “I was talking to the Traveller and he told me that he’d heard that someone in the Nein actually has a crush on me~”

Nott froze, staring. “What?”

“Yeah, I know, right? And he said that he wasn’t sure exactly who it was but I think he might be lying and he just doesn’t want to tell me right away because it should be a surprise but he’s very observant you know, and he’s hanging out a lot so he’s seen stuff so he would totally know, right?” Jester spoke even faster than she usually did before suddenly hesitating. “Wait, are you the one with a crush on me?”

“Me?” Nott stammered, almost dropping the vials she was holding. “No! I mean, you’re very cute, and awesome, obviously, but I don’t- I don’t like you like that. I’m married!”

“Right! That’s what I thought!” Jester turned away, pacing in a small circle while Nott put her vials down before they broke or she had an actual heart attack and dropped them. “But then who is it?”

“I have no idea!” Nott smiled widely in the picture of over-exaggerated innocence, but luckily Jester wasn’t looking at her.

“We have to find out!”

“What?”

Jester spun around again to look at her, a smile splitting her face. “It’s a mystery!”

“What?”

“And who better to help me solve it than my detective partner!”

“W h a t?”

“It will be fun! We’ll figure it out together!” Jester continued, before gasping. “I’ll go get my things! Then we can devise a plan!”

She promptly darted out of the room, leaving Nott by herself again, but no longer relaxed. Oh god.

Jester knew, or at least thought she knew, that someone in the Nein had a crush on her. And she had asked the one person who knew who had a crush on her to help her figure it out.

Beau could not have been more clear that she didn't want anyone to know. Especially Jester herself. They were on a boat. There would be no escape from an angry monk.

She didn’t even have her flask to deal with this.

She was doomed.

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“Okay!” Jester announced, holding a piece of paper listing all the other members of the Mighty Nein in her hands. “We have five options!”

Nott, feeling not unlike she did when the Nein were about to head into a terrible, dangerous dungeon, nodded mutely from the bed she was sitting on while Jester flounced about in front of her.

“We need to tackle this methodically, carefully.” She said, looking at the piece of paper. “I think we should start with Beau-”

“Beau? Why Beau?” Nott’s voice definitely did not crack, and when Jester looked at her, she definitely did not wince.

“Why not?” Jester tilted her head. “I mean, she’s my roommate and everything, we’ve basically spent the most time together.”

“Nah, I don’t think it’s her.” Nott folded her arms, closing her eyes. Perhaps that would make it easier to lie. “She doesn’t do romance.”

And if she found out what Nott was doing she’d lose her mind. Fifty percent chance she’d just throw herself overboard. Nott had seen Beau during the Zone of Truth in the Xhorhaus. She was hopeless. The other fifty percent was the chance that she’d throw Nott overboard instead. Maybe if she did, Nott could just run across the water all the way back home. Hmm. She filed that away as a last resort.

Jester deflated a little, frowning down at the list. “Then… who should we start with?”

“What about Fjord?” Nott suggested. “That would make sense, right?”

Maybe he’d also turn out to have a crush on Jester and Beau’s secret would stay safe.

“I guess…” The frown continued for a moment more before it was erased away, replaced by a confident smile. “Okay! Fjord first!”

She rubbed her hands together, the paper scrunched up. “Here’s what we’ll do! Nott, you’ll go up and ask Fjord if he has a crush on me, and then I’ll hide behind the door and overhear!”

“What?!” Nott’s voice was going to go hoarse from all the shrieking she was doing today. “Why me?”

“He won’t be totally honest if I do it!” Jester threw her hands up. “It wouldn’t be real.”

“And coercing a confession through me… is real?”

Jester looked at her for a moment, seeming to consider it.

“I mean, yeah?”

Nott really, really wished she had her flask.

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Fjord had been on the deck when Nott found him, Jester disguised as one of the sailors a few feet away pretending to be messing with ropes.

Nott had asked why Jester couldn’t disguise herself as Nott and ask everyone, but Jester had just mumbled a reason about not wanting to be distracted trying to act like Nott when she really wanted to be focused on figuring out who liked her.

Whatever. Nott had accepted her fate. This was going to kill her, the only question was who would end up doing it.

“Fjord?” She should have suggested someone else first. She didn’t know what the fuck she was supposed to say.

“Nott?” Fjord raised an eyebrow in her direction, looking out to the horizon. “What’s up?”

Resisting the temptation to look back where Jester was milling around and acting like she knew how the ship’s ropes worked, Nott took a deep breath. “Can’t I talk to one of my dear, dear friends?”

Well if he wasn’t suspicious before, he definitely was now.

“What do you want?”

“Okay, okay, look. Look.” She pressed her hands together. “This is serious shit. It’s about Jester.”

Some of the wariness slipped into concern, and Fjord turned to face her more properly. “What about her?”

There was a short silence, and Nott decided to toss up a quiet prayer to whatever fucking god might be listening. Except the Traveller, who had caused this mess in the first place. The Traveller could choke.

“Do you have a crush on her?”

Fjord stared at her. Nott stared back.

“What the fuck?”

“It’s a simple question!” Nott threw up her hands, voice a little louder than intended.

“Why are you asking me this? What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to know! Just say yes or no!”

“No? I don’t have a crush on Jester.” Fjord was looking at her like she’d sprouted another head, shaking his own and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Nott stiffened. “Wait, you don’t? Really?” Her hands dropped to her side. “Are you sure?”

He rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve had plenty of time to consider my feelings for Jester, and though I love her, it’s not romantically.”

“But…” But that meant they’d have to keep going. And eventually Jester would get to Beau’s name. “Are you really sure?”

“Why are you so concerned?” Fjord folded his arms. “It’s none of your business anyway.”

“Uh… no reason! Fuck you!” Nott scowled. “I haven’t had alcohol in a week!”

Fjord narrowed his eyes at her, before groaning. “If you’re going through withdrawal, you can go be pissy at literally anyone else.”

She flipped him off as she left, just for good measure, before immediately turning and running out of his view, where Jester met up with her.

“Well, I guess we can check Fjord off the list.” Jester sighed, pulling out her piece of paper.

“Are you disappointed?” Nott asked, wincing.

Jester didn’t answer for a moment, pursing her lips as she crossed Fjord’s name out. “No, that’s okay. I just don’t know who to do next.”

“What about Caleb?” Nott said. At least she knew how to talk to Caleb. And Caleb was great, maybe he’d have a crush on Jester and then it would all work out and Beau would remain unaware and Nott would remain alive and whole.

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“Heeeeyyyyy, Cay.” Nott pushed open the door to Caleb’s quarter’s, which he technically shared with Caduceus, who was thankfully not there.

Caleb was sitting on one of the cots with his spellbook out, writing in notes. He looked up when Nott entered, waving a loose hello before going back to his work.

Nott walked in, leaving the door ajar behind her and sidling up to Caleb’s cot. “Whatcha working on?”

“My dunamantic studies. I hope to have the spells Essek taught me perfected by the time we return to Xhorhas.” Caleb said.

“Ooh, very cool, very cool. You’re so smart. And handsome. And romantic. Hey, totally random segue, how do you feel about Jester?”

Caleb turned to look at her, utter confusion plain on his face. She just stared back, smiling placidly.

“Jester?”

“Yes, Jester. Unless there are any other random Jester’s I don’t know about.” She cracked a crooked grin, nudging Caleb’s ribs with her elbow and avoiding looking directly in his eyes. If she did, she’d lose it.

“I… I think Jester is very nice. She is a dear friend, and powerful ally.” Caleb finally said, speaking even more slowly and deliberately than he usually did.

“Okaaay, any other feelings? Any at all?” Nott pressed.

“She is very intelligent… and a valuable member of our team. I think we are all very lucky for knowing her.” Caleb straightened up a little, turning his body towards her. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine!” A part of her wanted Caleb to realise the truth. Maybe then Jester would give the whole idea up. Maybe if she blinked long enough Caleb would realise she was being coerced. “I just wanted to know how you felt about Jester! Maybe- maybe if there were any… romantic inclinations?”

“Romantic inclinations?” Caleb repeated, eyes widening a little, though his expression changed little beyond that. “No. I don’t feel anything romantically for Jester.”

“Not even a little?”

“No. I care for Jester very deeply, as I care for everyone in the Nein. But, ah, not romantically. Those kinds of feelings… they are rare for me.” The corner of his mouth quirked a little, and he leaned a little towards her. “Did you think I did?”

“Uh… yeah! Yeah, you know, ever since- ever since you two danced at Hupperdook, way back when, ha, I’ve just been… convinced.” Nott laughed awkwardly, and Caleb chuckled once.

“Oh, that is a long time ago.” He said. “No. That was just a dance. I hope you haven’t talked to Jester about this. I wouldn’t want to give her a false impression.”

“Course not.” Nott said, the words feeling a bit hollow. “I wouldn’t tell anyone about feelings like that.”

“Yes, I imagine it probably wouldn’t be the best way to find out.” Caleb mused, and it was all Nott could do to stop herself from pulling her own hair out. “Did you need anything else? I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Sliding off the cot, Nott tried to act natural. “Nah, I’m- really hungry, I’m gonna go find some food. Bye!”

“That was a bust too.” Jester scowled once they reconvened in a hallway far away from Caleb’s room.

“He did say lots of nice things about you, though.” Nott said.

“He did. But he doesn’t love me.” She crossed Caleb’s name out, tapping the pen to her chin at the three remaining. “Okay, now I think we should try Beau.”

“What? Nah, I don’t think so.” Nott said. Shit, shit, she needed to think of a good reason. “What about Yasha? We know she likes ladies!”

“So does Beau, though. And Yasha like, used to be married. I don’t know, that might feel weird.” Jester frowned. “Maybe we should leave Yasha.”

“You asked me if I had a crush on you and I’m married right now.” Nott said. “Besides, Yasha smacked your butt that one time while you were a mammoth! That’s totally romantic.”

“She did do that, didn’t she.” Jester considered, before finally grinning. “Okay, okay, let’s do Yasha.”

Nott nodded, hoping her relief wasn’t visible on her face. Safe, for a little while longer.

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It actually took a while to find Yasha. While looking, Nott had peered into the Captain’s Quarters and found Beau rummaging through Avantika’s old closet (which had already been thoroughly ransacked the last time they’d been on the Balleater) and promptly led Jester as far away to the other side of the ship as possible before she could realise Beau was there.

Luckily, Yasha was on the other side of the ship. In the cargo hold.

“Uh, Yash? What are you doing down here?” Nott asked.

“It’s quiet.” Yasha said, closing the book in her lap. “There are a lot more crew members now than there was last time, it feels very busy.”

“Oh, cool.” Nott sat down opposite Yasha. She was even more clueless as to how to broach this than she had been with Fjord. “So… how have you been?”

Yasha shifted a little, considering. She was like Caleb in that way, she always liked to take a moment to select her words. “Good, I suppose. I’m glad nothing has happened while we are on this boat yet.”

Nott nodded. “Yeah. That’s good.” They lapsed into a light silence.

Yasha eventually went back to reading her book, and Nott could feel herself starting to sweat.

On one hand, if this lasted forever, they’d never have the chance to ask Beau, and Nott would live to see tomorrow. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure if Jester had enough patience for that.

“Ladies, amiright?” Was what her stupid, panicked, possibly actually going through withdrawal brain finally came up with, and when Yasha’s eyes snapped up to look at her she thought she might actually splinter into a hundred pieces.

Literally what?

“Uh…” Yasha’s voice trailed off. “Right?” Another silence. “Is… is there something you want to tell me?”

Nott felt the blood rush to her cheeks, her fingers digging into her palms and her voice cracking as she rushed to explain herself. “No! I mean- not like that! I know you like ladies but I don’t, I was just- uh- you like girls, don’t you?”

“Yes?” Yasha’s eyebrows knitted together, and she gently closed the book, placing it aside. “I am… confused.”

“So-” She chuckled breathlessly. “What about Jester? She’s pretty cute, right? The kind of girl you’d be looking at?”

“Jester is very cute, yes.” Yasha relaxed a little. “She is wonderful.”

“So… you’re attracted to her? Like a crush?”

“I wouldn’t say that, I don’t think.” Yasha shrugged lightly, before eyeing her. “Are you attracted to her?”

“What? No! She’s one of my best friends!” Nott said, and a ghost of a smile crossed Yasha’s face. “I’m not!”

“I believe you. I’m not either.”

“Yeah, we’re just a couple of gals who aren’t attracted to Jester, right?”

“Right.” Yasha was still looking at her, slightly amused but mostly confused, probably wondering if there was something else going on here.

“Right.” Nott repeated.

“Right.”

Silence.

A very, very long silence.

“Can I have my flask back?”

“No.”

“Well, great talking to you! Bye Yasha!”

She walked very casually out of the cargo hold. Which in reality meant she could not have looked more awkward, painfully aware of Yasha’s eyes following her every move until she was out of sight.

“Another no?” Jester was already crossing off Yasha’s name.

“Another no.” Nott said, grimacing. “Onto Caduceus?”

“I don’t really think it’s Caduceus.” Jester said.

“Come on, you should give it a shot. Would your best detective friend lead you wrong?” Nott smiled, though honestly if Jester pushed going for Beau she wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to resist. Caduceus would say no and they’d have to do it anyway.

Maybe she could just accept the inevitable. Tell Jester now and hide somewhere Beau would never find her even if she tore apart the entire boat.

No. She’d kept the secret until now. She could keep going. She had to. At least then Beau wouldn’t be able to say she hadn’t tried.

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She found Caduceus in the kitchen, which he had effectively monopolised since they’d gotten onto the boat. Apparently whatever system the crew members used was totally inefficient, and he was still reorganising it to his comfort.

“Caddyshack, what’s up?” Nott slid into the kitchen, leaning against a barrel.

“Hello, Nott.” Caduceus said mildly. “Do you need something?”

“You grew up pretty isolated, right?”

“I suppose so.” Caduceus shrugged, looking at her curiously. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just wondering… how were you and your siblings going to ever… find partners in life? If you lived in the cemetery your whole lives?” She was honestly not even trying to seem natural anymore, and she could feel Caduceus’ eyes peering through her, staring into her soul. Hopefully he could see how totally exhausted she was and go easy on her.

“We were not bound to the cemetery, we could leave if we wished.” Caduceus’ face didn’t change, as if he hadn’t noticed anything amiss at all.

“Would you have ever left? If we had never come by, would you have gone out to find a wife? Or husband, or whatever?”

“I suppose I might’ve, eventually. That’s never been a particularly big concern for me.”

“So… you don’t think any of us would be suitable partners? Like me… or Jester…”

Caduceus’ eyes flickered to her again, holding for a moment before shifting around the room. “If Jester wants to know whether I have romantic feelings for her she could just ask me herself, you know.”

“Whaaaaaat-”

“Shit-” There was a muffled thud and then the kitchen door swung open, Jester stumbling inside from where she had evidently been leaning against it to listen in. “Caduceussssss, did you know I was there the whole time?”

“No. I just guessed based on when I overheard the two of you plotting to figure out who had a crush on you while you walked by her an hour ago.” Caduceus’ face remained perfectly neutral, but after a moment he started to smile. “I don’t, by the way. But I’m flattered.”

Jester groaned, and Nott looked between the two of them.

“There are easier ways to go about it, you know.” Caduceus said. “Like asking us.”

Jester stood up, hanging her head and suddenly looking very embarrassed. “Yeah, but…”

“You didn’t have a problem using Zone of Truth for it back in Xhorhas.” Caduceus pointed out.

“That’s different! There it’s like, kind of a joke, you know?” Jester defended herself, wringing her hands together. “And I didn’t think anyone actually had a crush on me.”

“And how has this gone?”

There was a short silence, and Jester’s face fell. “Terrible. Now I just feel bad. I shouldn’t have tried to figure it out, this isn’t romantic at all .”

“Can I ask what you were going to do if one of us admitted to having romantic feelings for you?” Caduceus asked. “Or were you hoping for someone in particular to say yes.”

Jester looked at him, biting her lip. Realisation slowly dawned, and Nott’s mouth dropped open.

“Jester… do you have a crush on one of us?” She asked. “Wait, it’s not still Fjord, is it?”

“No!” Jester groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Not anymore! That was different, this is- I don’t know what!”

“Did you want to find out if your crush liked you back?” Nott asked, and Jester froze up for a moment before nodding, her face still hidden from view.

Nott’s brain practically melted, trying to figure out which of the Nein it was. It wasn’t her, since Jester had enlisted her help in the first place. But she hadn’t had a particularly upset reaction to any of the others saying they didn’t have feelings for her.

Which left only one they hadn’t asked yet.

“It’s Beau?” Her voice nearly squeaked when she asked it.

Jester nodded again.

Nott stared.

The feelings had been mutual the entire time? SERIOUSLY?

She could’ve AVOIDED this entire anxiety-inducing MESS?

The universe truly was a cruel mistress.

“You have to tell her!” She practically screeched, and Jester’s head jerked up.

“What? No, no, I can’t! This was a stupid idea, I never should’ve done it!”

“No, you should! Shoot your shot, you know? Take a risk! A chance!” Put an end to her misery!

“I don’t think it could hurt.” Caduceus added, not quite as encouraging and confident as Nott would have hoped but better than nothing.

“You can do it! We’ve gone through everyone else on the list, haven’t we? If you stop now, you’ll just drive yourself crazy thinking about it!”

Jester paused, considering that. “You’re probably right about that… but I can’t just force it, can I? It should be… it should be romantic.”

“I first kissed my husband on a dare.” Nott said, scoffing lightly. “Anything can be romantic if you love the other person.”

“You think so?” Jester perked up a little, and Nott nodded, frantic to keep this going.

“Of course! It’ll be great! Beau was in the Captain’s Quarters last I saw her, there’s that awesome balcony and everything, super secluded, super romantic.”

“Yeah… yeah! I can do it!”

“I believe in you, Jester! Knock her off her feet! Blow her socks off! Maybe punch her, she probably finds that hot!” Nott began pushing Jester towards the door, wishing her good luck as she found her excitement, going from hesitant steps to confident strides.

When she was gone, Nott slammed the kitchen door shut, leaning up against it and sliding to the ground. “Holy shit I thought I was gonna lose it.”

Now Caduceus looked truly amused. “You think this will end well?”

“It fucking better, I’ve been trying not to tell Jester Beau loves her all day!” Nott exclaimed.

A split second later Caduceus’ eyes widened, and Nott realised her mistake.

“fuck.”

“If Beau finds out you convinced Jester to confess, I’m sure she’ll find it in her heart to forgive you.”

#fanfic #critical role #beaujester #jester lavorre #sdfsdgsdfg #shenanigans ensue

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unicyclehippo · 5 years ago

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I found your beaujes stories on ao3 and have devoured them all! You are doing the Travellers work!! If you are still taking prompts, how about Jester (accidentally) buys a lesbian romance novel and starts having Feelings?

i feel like i have read one or two of these fics before lmao

It doesn’t look like much, the small neat book bound in simple brown leather, the title embossed on its spine in block silver: Kingdom Come. What it had looked like, at the time, was exactly the kind of pun Jester appreciates from her romance books and so she had swept it up along with a few other more obviously raunchy tomes, complete with their painted covers—The Beekeeper’s Honey, Tristan’s Tryst, The Seafoam Bride.

‘Find anything good?’ Beau asks, looking up from her boring pile of books—history and religion and—

‘Be-au,’ Jester laughs, eyes glittering as bright as her jewellery, which drip like frozen raindrops from her horns, catching the light that pours in through the teeny shuttered windows of the teeny shuttered store. ‘Is that a porn book?’

Beau flushes. ‘No.’

‘It’s okay if it is.’

‘It’s not. It’s just—here, it’s physiology. I’m having trouble with this stupid thing Dairon is tryna teach me and—‘ Beau glares down at the book - a medical tome, Jester sees from the title and the unsexy images - like it’s the books fault she’s having trouble. ‘Anyway. I’m good here, if you wanna head out.’

‘Sure!’ She takes Beau’s entire pile to the counter, ignoring her protests, and pays for them all. The sweet, almost shy smile she gets for the gesture makes it very, very worth it.

‘You didn’t have to do that. I can pay.’

‘So can I.’

‘Yeah, but,’

‘Most people just say thank you,’ Jester tells her in a stage whisper, and the smile tugging at her lips grows, blooms into a full beaming smile when Beau blows out an exasperated breath and thanks her. ‘You’re welcome! Now come on! I want pastries!’

‘Whoa, really? What a surprise!’

‘If you’re mean to me, I won’t share.’

‘I better be nice then,’ Beau murmurs.

Jester shivers; Beau’s voice is always a little rough but the sweetness, the softness, of her words coats it, the roughness little more than a faint rasp. She laughs reflexively, happy to be home and with her friend, and pulls her along to the bakery.

It features a princess. The book, that is. It features a princess who is rather sick of the whole thing, who strikes out on her own, who cuts her hair short and wears her brother’s clothes and takes off on a grand adventure. Jester pours herself into the book—sits in the window seat, nose barely an inch from the page as she devours it, transported into the world where her newest friend Princess Rhiannon—Heath, in her disguise—finds danger and delight, and a small knot of friends. At first, Jester is sure that the tall and striking, mysterious swordsman Marc has Rhiannon’s attention. He’s terribly dashing and suave and does all the right things, sweeping in at the last moment to save her life, defending her, being honourable and kind. And then—then—

Jester sets the book aside in some surprise. There’s a strange feeling in her face, buzzing and numbed, and she bites at her lip to feel the sensation of it. It’s somewhat dulled but when she presses down harder, the sharpness comes rushing in along with a voice that had been droning on in the background.

‘—going to head to the library, more books it’s always more books with him, not that you have to come because don’t even worry about the books going dickless, I’ll draw some in there for you—hey, you alright?’

Jester looks up, eyes wide. Her heart slams awkwardly into her ribs and she stammers for a moment, words made ungainly with shock and...guilt?

‘Huh? Yeah, yes, I’m fine! How are you?’

Beau’s faint suspicion melts into amusement. ‘Just fine,’ she drawls. ‘Did you hear anything I said?’

‘Um—no?’

‘Didn’t think so. We’re headed to the library. Me, Caleb. Caduceus of all people. Just letting you know,’ she says, and picks up the satchel she had been packing with her notebook and quills, slings It over her shoulder. ‘See you tonight.’

‘Yeah. See you,’ Jester agrees.

Beau shoots her an odd little look but steps out. The moment she does, Jester collects the book from where she had put it and opens cautiously to the page she had left off—

Rhiannon sinks down by the campfire, rubs a hand over her face. It has been a long day and she wishes only to sleep. But her companions need rest too, and that nobility she denies is as much a part of her as her breath, and so it is she who takes the watch, prepared to protect. The night had not darkened much when she feels Lyra sit beside her. The night is dark and heavy and the fire and her friend are warm; they do not speak of it at this moment, but when Rhiannon turns toward her, Lyra is there and waiting, smiling. And when Rhiannon leans in, Lyra comes to meet her—she is right at her side, right beside her as always. It feels right in a way that very little has felt right; it feels right in the same way running had felt right, and taking up her sword had felt right, and more. Always more. More, and brighter, and better. Her whole life, since Lyra.

Jester closes the book again, slams it firmly shut with a hand on the front cover and back, pressing. The words were the same. She hadn’t imagined it. They’d kissed. They kiss again on the next page, Jester had seen it by accident when her eyes skipped away from the first one.

‘What?’ she says aloud, surprisingly loud in the still, quiet room. ‘What. The. Fuck.’

#cr tag #prompt fill #tagging my stories

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bxcketbarnes · 5 years ago

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Camping and Arguments

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 1000+

Prompts: 11 - I’m not sleeping in there.12 - Sleep in the car if you don’t like it, then.

Author’s Note: So, I started this last year and I don’t even know when I finished but I was looking through my WIP’s tonight and noticed that I had finished it but never posted it, lmao. Better late than never I guess! Please enjoy xox

Ashton and I were packing up the car for the weekend camping trip, waiting for his two friends and girlfriends to get here. I was rearranging the bags, stacking them so there was more space for his friends to put their things in the trunk.

A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, a smile tugging on my lips as Ashton’s lips pressed against my bare shoulder. “Are you sure your friends are gonna like me?” I asked nervously, chewing on my bottom lip as I turned around, sitting on the edge of the trunk.

Ashton sighed, his slender fingers moving some hair from my face before placing a small kiss to my forehead. “I’m sure and if they don’t I don’t care. I love you too much to let you go,” he grinned as my heart fluttered, taking his hands in mine, lacing our fingers together.

“I love you too much to let you go as well,” I smiled, looking up at the tall hazel-eyed man. He dipped his head down, pressing his lips to mine softly as a car horn pulled us apart. Both of us turned our heads to see his friends parked against the curb.

“Hey, dude! It’s been so long,” one of his friends grinned, stepping out of the car to head towards us. Ashton’s hands left mine, smiling softly as he hugged his friends. I stood up, heading towards Ash as he pulled away from the hug, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“It’s good to see you guys. Oh, this is Y/N. The girl I’ve been telling you guys about,” he grinned down at me, pecking my lips lightly. “Y/N this is Caleb, Danny, Chelsea, and Lucy.”

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you guys,” I smiled as the two dudes just nodded their heads, not really acknowledging me. I pressed my lips together in a thin line, my fingers toying with the hem of Ash’s shirt.

“Well, just put your things in the trunk and we’ll head out,” Ashton mentioned as the four nodded. I unwrapped myself from my boyfriend, making my way towards the car, getting into the passenger seat. This not starting out the greatest already...

We managed to make it to the campsite in about an hour, staying quiet most of the ride as the five of them chatted about anything and everything. I helped Ashton set up our camp, placing our air mattress, sleeping bag, and pillows inside as his friends started setting up a campfire.

The three tents were sent up within half an hour and the sun began to set when the fire began to flicker. Ashton and I sat by one another, our fingers laced together as Lucy sat on Danny’s lap while Chelsea sat beside Caleb like I was doing.

I gently stroked my thumb along Ashton’s knuckles, zoning out of the conversation as I leaned my head against his shoulder. “So, what made you decide to pick her?” Danny asked, rubbing his hand on his girlfriend’s leg as I furrowed my brows together. “I mean… there’s a lot of girls that are falling to your feet and you managed to pick a six.”

My heart dropped, looking to Ashton as he let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the stubble on his jaw. I could feel my eyes begin to sting as he changed the subject quickly, talking about something else.

Not even fifteen minutes later his guy friends were wishing us, mostly Ashton, a goodnight. Chelsea and Lucy wished me goodnight and I give them a small smile. I was a little pissed at Ash as he opened the tent, crawling inside as he sat on the edge of the air mattress, waiting for me.

“I’m not sleeping in there,” I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as I shuffled my feet.

Ashton sighed, running a hand through his hair before looking up at me. “Sleep in the car if you don’t like it, then,” he mentioned as I swallowed thickly, slowly nodding my head before turning around, heading to his car.

I got into the backseat, laying my back against the seats as I stared at the ceiling. Tears brimmed my eyes, feeling my lip begin to quiver, wondering why he didn’t defend me. I turned onto my side, my cheeks becoming drenched in my salty tears. I jumped when someone knocked on the window.

“Babe?” Ashton’s voice muffled outside the window as I slowly sat up. I sniffled, wiping my nose a bit as I opened the door, swinging my legs off the edge of the seat staying silent. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t stand up for you. I-I wanted to, I did, and I’m such a fucking idiot for not doing it.”

“I already knew this weekend would be a disaster, Ash. They didn’t seem to like me the moment they met me,” I told him, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. Ashton’s index finger hooked under my chin, making me look up at him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips softly to mine, my heart fluttering.

“I love you so much. Tomorrow I’m going to tell them that I’m with you because you make me happy and they may think you’re a six, but in my book… no number can describe how beautiful you are. Never forget that, okay?” He mumbled, his hazel eyes pouring into mine as I nodded feeling my cheeks heat up.

“I-I love you,” I stuttered, grabbing his hand, getting out of the car. His eyebrows furrowed together at my movements as I closed the door, leading him back to the tent. “I’m sorry for being cold to you. There’s no way I would’ve been able to sleep without you,” I laughed, crawling into the tent.

“God, I wouldn’t be able to either. I’m so used to having your body molded against mine,” Ashton stated, laying beside me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest as I pressed a short kiss to his lips.

I seriously love you...

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