#hi. flint was my first favorite. he has a very special place in my heart

[strawglicks]

flint fascinates me bc he comes off as rlly polite and kind

but also. not really. at all

they apologize often and it seems like they try to be nice to others, but then u look deeper and take into account different details

one of the biggest things abt flint that gets overlooked is that he likes drama .

i dont think liking drama itself is bad, why else do we have reality tv shows yk. but i think they actively indulge in it and one of the biggest things that points to this for me is how they treat the satellite investors

he seems to talk bad about them behind their backs, then can't handle the comeuppance of cosmo yelling at him.

this is further implied with cosmo saying they're "goin' around spreadin' lies", meaning flint does actively talk shit on what might be a regular basis. and flint saying "oh, no, I shouldn't have said that" implies FURTHER that they KNOW they're gonna get yelled at for it but continue to do it anyway with the hope cosmo wont find out. like hes not sorry for doing it, only sorry for getting caught.

cosmo gets HEAVILY neglected both in the community as a whole and whenever flint is brought up even though they have a really interesting and honestly hilarious dynamic (but thats for another post..)

whenever cosmo DOES get brought up in the context of he and flints relationship, people defend flint and blame cosmo for being "mean" to him. but tbh, i think cosmo has a fair point in this particular text. Flint can talk all he wants, but at the end of the day can't handle the consequences of it and lacks the confidence to put his foot down. He's a follower, not a leader (unlike cosmo, who flint looks up to canonically. WHICH NO ONE TALKS ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!)

flint also seems to have an interesting habit of apologizing even though he actively and intentionally attacks the toons right after

which i think is interesting. i think it's just a habit of his to say sorry when he knows he's doing/has done something wrong (especially bc he doesnt like facing the consequences), even if hes not actually sorry. Considering this is the same person who claims they like setting toons on fire, i dont think any of these apologies are sincere:

speaking of not being able to handle the consequences, when flint does get defeated by toons, there's a line that sticks out.

Specifically the "i'll be back" feels vengeful. Like he takes the defeat personally, and doesn't want to give up because it makes him feel weak and he wants to come out on top.

something else i find interesting and almost jarring in flint's dialogue is some of their Power Trip dialogue:

this dude is incredibly power hungry. he craves confidence and the ability to be a leader, given how he looks up to cosmo and is drawn to graham, who also appears confident.

speaking of graham, i think it's important to note that earlier, when flint was talking shit abt the satellite investors, he was saying that specifically to graham, who encourages flint not to "let people walk all over him".

graham encourages flint to feel more confident, which is not inherently a bad thing. confidence is great! and its something flint deserves. but i think there's an issue with how they choose to express this "confidence" on the rare occasions they do.

shown throughout this post, flint's way of trying to be confident is being power hungry, talking shit, and fighting toons . i think it's pretty clear that flint has been walked all over in the past and present, and it's caused them to become shy and a bit of a doormat. which he clearly doesn't like (more evidence of this is the fact that he explicitly dislikes belittling.)

and on the rare occasions when they're "allowed" to be confident, they proceed to belittle OTHERS, like toons. in a lot of their dialogue, they come off as condescending towards the toons, even if it's pretty awkward.

i think Flint deserves to feel confident, but the way they go about it is unhealthy. They've clearly been treated like a doormat and is fed up with it, and it seems like they lash out as a result. I think he has a good and genuine heart, but he almost comes off as bitter due to being walked all over constantly. its rlly interesting to dive into flint's flaws and the way they act due to their desperation for confidence, something they really lack.

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Oliver Wood

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Oliver... what can we say about Oliver.... Handsome, charismatic, sweet, ...and far too obsessed with Quidditch to use his very desirable traits to land himself a girlfriend.

- Truth be told: Oliver has never met a girl capable of sparking his interest enough for him to choose them over more time with his favorite sport. Well, no girl except you.

- You and Oliver first met when you were seated next to each other in one of your classes. Since you were seated together, whenever one of you had a question or had to do work with another person, you did it with each other.

- Oliver likes you. Oliver really likes you. He’s never gotten on with a girl so easily before, ...and you’re pretty; really pretty, and you don’t even care for Quidditch all that much and that somehow doesn’t even bother him!

- Every time there’s going to be a game, he asks if you’ll be there; surprising himself with how much he cares about your attendance. He feels this surge of pleasure every time you wish him good luck and he yearns to kiss you “for it” as well.

- I should probably give you guys a fair warning: Oliver may have a bit of a prejudice against you if you’re in Slytherin; considering they’re his main rival. He’d obviously prefer to date someone in Gryffindor but a Slytherin girl is the only one that would really throw his feelings for a loop.

- So Oliver has a crush on you for a fair bit of time, and he’s adorably shy about it because he’s never really had a crush on someone before. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to look down at his paper to try and hide the blush and/or smile on his face because of something you’ve said or done.

- He first asks you out after a big Gryffindor win. You’d gone over to congratulate him before returning to the school like everyone else but before you got too far away, he’d called out your name, causing you to turn back to him.

“I was jus’ wonderin if ya’d go out with me?” He asked, to which you obviously agreed to, causing a relieved and happy smile to spread across his face.

- For your first date, the two of you sit out in the field together and talk. He confesses that he’s liked you for a while and is very happy and flustered when you say that you liked him for a while too. He also talks to you about Quidditch, though at the time, you had no idea just how much the game would come to affect your life....

- You share your first kiss a few weeks later. You’d offhandedly mentioned that you wished he didn’t have to go as he got ready for practice. He’d paused, smiling and asking “you do?”, momentarily forgetting about what he was doing.

- Soon enough, he was leaning in closer and closer before pressing his lips to yours in a soft, quick kiss. He pulled away, insisting that he really had to go and giving you a quick peck before he happily made his way to practice.

- And just like that, Oliver finally found something that gave Quidditch a run for its money.

- There’s quite a bit of Pda in your relationship; usually on the more innocent side of things. He’s a fan of being adorably affectionate with you.

- Handholding. It’s the easiest thing for him to do; especially when you’re walking together and he’s holding a broom in his other hand.

- Long hugs.

- Getting softly pulled into forehead kisses.

- Soft, sweet kisses.

- Celebratory snogging after he wins a game.

- Shutting him up with kisses; usually when he’s been talking about Quidditch for an hour. As much as you love him, you sometimes just can’t sit through hours of sports talk that you don’t even really understand.

- Where do you think you’re going? It’s his favorite thing to say when you move to get up from under his shoulder as you’re sitting on the couch together or when you’re hopping out of his bed while the two of you are/were cuddling.

- He’s the big spoon when you cuddle. It’s his favorite position since he can hide his face in your hair; away from the sun, and feel you pressed close, his arm wrapped around you and keeping you there.

- He probably consistently falls asleep on you whenever you cuddle. The two of you usually take naps together after practice or a tough game.

- His favorite nicknames for you are Angel and bunny. There’s just something so sweet and fitting about them.

- He likes when you call him captain. He thinks it’s really cute ...and hot; depending on your tone.

- You wearing his jersey is his kink. You asked if you could try it on one day, just out of curiosity, which he’d obliged and ever since, the vision of you in that damned sweater invades his mind.

- You gave him some kind of good luck charm at some point and now he won’t go through a game without it, whether it be something like a little heart drawn on his hand or a bracelet of yours.

- Cheering him on at games.

- Checking on him after he takes a tumble in Quidditch. He always insists that he’s fine but he does find your fussing to be pretty cute.

- Getting taught all the intricacies of Quidditch at length. He can talk to you for hours about it so let’s hope that you learn to like it or are just really patient/love him enough to suffer.

- Even though you may or may not be clueless about it, he still likes to run through his Quidditch ideas/plans with you; at least if you’re in Gryffindor. You find it sort of touching that he genuinely cares about your opinion.

- Oh the things that can happen on an abandoned Quidditch field....

- Letting him rant to you about Flint and the other teams or when practice is being canceled, etc.

- I’m sorry but you’re not the only one who’s dating Oliver, okay? You’re sharing him with Quidditch and you’ll occasionally have to vie for his attention against it.

- You know that Oliver has to be lowkey jacked from all of his training, right? He probably likes lifting you up while you’re hugging/kissing or throwing you over his shoulder, or chasing after you and grabbing you around the waist to spin you around.

- He likes being able to warm you up. He’s always all smiles when he takes your hands in his and/or breathes hot air on them, or when he just pulls you in close to his body.

- Dates at the Three Broomsticks.

- Laying out on the grass of the school. You’ll usually lay between his legs with his arms wrapped around you.

- Taking walks by the Black Lake together.

- Just being in the same room and enjoying each other’s company while doing your own thing.

- Sitting up in the astronomy tower.

- If you’re going to special events with him than be prepared to see a kilt. The first time you did, he told you not to laugh as he came out and you were; probably, speechless for far different reasons.

- He can always make you laugh. He’s hilarious; even when he’s really not trying to be.

- Teasing him about his accent every now and again. You’re the only one who’s allowed to do it and it’s only because you’re so cute.

- He is fully convinced that Scotland is the best place on Earth and he will not take any other answer. He promises that he’ll take you there over one of your breaks and prove it to you if you don’t believe him.

- Compliments, compliments, oh how he loves them. He jokingly pretends as though he knows how good he is, stretching out and brushing off your praise with a poorly concealed grin.

- Trying to cheer him up when his team loses a game. He’s always bummed out for at least a day but you do make him feel a little better just by being there.

- Giving him a light slap on the shoulder to stop him from saying something or to scold him when he says the wrong thing/something very unhelpful.

- Patient boy. He’s really good at explaining things to you, always giving you a soft chuckle and some reassuring words before going over whatever it is you don’t understand again. He finds your frustration to be sort of cute.

- He can always see if you’re not doing alright and softly checks in on you, giving you a little squeeze on the arm and tilting his head down to meet your eyes. He asks if you’re alright or makes you a little promise to make you feel better, usually asking “How does that sound?” before giving you a “Yeah? Good.”.

- He tries to be comforting but he’s not very good at it. It’s the thought that counts, right?

- He probably doesn’t immediately notice when someone is flirting with you but can’t stop thinking about it after you or someone else mentions it. It bothers him but on more of a itch that can’t be scratched level.

- He’s not overly protective but he does defend you if need be and likes to make sure that you’re safe.

- The two of you really don’t fight all too often but you will occasionally have one; usually solving it in the same day/same place after a few minutes of arguing. Sometimes, when he’s really mad, his accent gets so thick that you literally cannot understand him and have to stop and just say “what?”.

- You both expect the other to apologize if they’re in the wrong and he has no problem doing so. He’ll give a “‘M sorry alrigh’?”, taking you by the shoulders and giving you a small smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

- He doesn’t say “I love you” a ton but he does say it occasionally, usually out of nowhere when he just gets this sudden rush of realization that he is so lucky to have you.

- Look me in my eyes and tell me that Oliver wouldn’t want to make a little army of Quidditch playing babies. Why stop at one or two when you can make a whole team?

[maeve-writes]

Little Red Corvette

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Rating: 18+; Minors DNI

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, public sex, slight praise and daddy kink.

Summary: Bucky finds happiness in fixing up classic cars. He has his sights set on one in particular. When he can’t find it, you make it your mission to do whatever it takes to get it.

a/n: This is written for @buckyblues 4k Follower Challenge. (Congrats again!) I chose Little Red Corvette by Prince. Normally I’m inspired by lyrics, but the idea of Bucky in a sexy red two seater with a pretty lil’ thing next to him made me weak. I wanted this to be straight up smut but feelings got in the way.

This is not beta’d. Forgive any mistakes!

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When Bucky came to terms with his new life, found some peace in a world without Soldat looming over his shoulder, he found solace in his tinkering. He would often take apart whatever technology he could find to see how it worked only to put it together again. It was therapeutic, a constant reminder that things were never broken for long, someone would always be there to fix it.

You were the one to piece him back together. Sam helped, too, of course, tightening any loose screws you may have missed, but you did all of the heavy lifting. You found out what made Bucky work, what parts needed replacing and you fixed him. He would never be the original James Barnes, but no one ever stayed the same, and you didn’t want him to be. You liked the man you woke up next to every morning, who blinked at you with sleep hazed eyes and pressed lazy kisses across your face. You loved the man that ravaged you at night, on any surface, buried as deep as he could go so he could become a part of you, to feel you against his soul.

While you found his tinkering irksome at times, especially when he would steal the coffee maker or microwave when you were in a rush to get to work and just need to zap fry breakfast and fill up your thermos, it was mostly endearing to see his nose scrunched up in concentration as he disassembled things with childlike fascination. 

What broke you was when you flopped down on the couch with controller in hand and no console to receive its signal. 

Storming into the garage, you slammed open the door to find him hunched over his work bench. “James,” you hissed through clenched teeth. You could see his muscle tense underneath the grey henley he had on, his breathing stilled. Only two women ever used that tone with him, one was his mother, the other was you, and he wasn’t sure which he was more afraid of. When he didn’t answer, you leaned against the door frame and glared at the large frame of his back. “Care to tell me where my PS5 is?” 

His shoulder dropped slightly and he dared to look over it at you. Bucky had seen death, had seen war, had seen the near end of the universe itself and nothing made his blood run colder than the receiving end of your icy stare. “I’ll put it back together,” he offered. The grinding of your teeth made him flinch and he dropped his tools to cross the room and make things right.

It took two months to find a replacement for your beloved PlayStation. How could he have known how hard it was to find one in stock? Even when it came in and he hooked it back up for you, you still held out one more day before you finally caved and forgave him with a two day fuckfest that ended with a proposal that Bucky moved on from electronics to cars.

He took the suggestion and ran with it. The next day he and Sam went to the junkyard to find a good frame with potential and towed it back with that bright, genuine smile of his and an eagerness to get started. He spent days on the internet ordering parts, looking up facts on what modern modifications worked best, and watched video after video of reviews on classic sports cars.

You found him in the garage most nights when his dreams became too much and he didn’t want to wake you. Some nights you would bring him snacks with a kiss and leave him to his work. Other nights you would climb behind him on his bench, wrap your arms around his waist and sleep against his back. Either way, you allowed him to work because that’s what Bucky needed.

When he wasn’t off on a mission or wrapped up in you, he was researching cars or fixing them. After one was finished from the base up, he’d give it away or offer it to a charity auction, then start all over. He had his favorites, every “car guy” did, and he also had his white whale.

One night you felt him crawl up your body impressively hidden behind the spread of your book. You lifted a curious brow but before you could lower your novel, he shoved his tablet in your face as he took a seat on your thighs. “Every time I try to find one, someone snatches it away,” he told you, voice a little huffy as if he was seconds away from a tantrum. 

“It can’t be that hard,” you tutted, tucking your book away to help him with his search. It turned out that it was incredibly hard to find any sort of form of his new obsession. Every post that either of you found had been sold or had a sale pending. Even body frames were hard to come by, much to your luck. “I’m sorry, babe, but we’ll find one soon.”

Bucky resigned himself to finding a filler car. While he was still enthusiastic about fixing up something new, you could tell his heart was set on it - the 1965 Corvette Convertible, specifically, Rally Red in color. There wasn’t much that your man asked for in life, even though it owed him so much, so for him to yearn for one thing so much and not be able to obtain it, it upset you.

So, you were going to make it happen. 

You spent your days working as usual and your nights searching for his coveted car. Your browser was filled with tabs, each watching car auctions, only to be outbid on all of them. Frustrated, you flipped on your VPN, opened up your TOR browser and dipped into the dark web to dig deeper. It wasn’t your first time going through back channels to get what you wanted and it wouldn’t be your last. If it would make Bucky happy, it would be worth the risk.

Two weeks later you told Bucky you would be working later than usual. You had been playing up a huge project at work and the deadline was coming closer. He, of course, hated when you were out past dark without him, but he never vocalized his concerns because he knew the bite he would receive in return. You could take care of yourself, he knew that, but he would still worry because that was his job.

You took an Uber from work to meet the seller at the small airport on the edge of the city. The man was from Germany and specialized in vintage cars; if he didn’t have one you wanted, he’d find one for a hefty price, of course. But any amount was worth your man’s happiness, at least that’s what you tell yourself as you held the small bag of cash in your hand as you crossed the airfield.

Sitting outside what you assumed to be a private jet was the cherry red two seater, top already down and looking as beautiful as the picture you saw online. Yeah, it was going to be worth every penny. “Jonas,” you asked as you approached the man standing cross armed next to the car. He towered over you by at least a full foot and a half and was just as wide. His dark eyes watched you approach, a curious flint sparked in them.

“Yes. You are early,” he noted. He held out a beefy hand and you placed the money in it. “Not one for pleasantries, hmm?” His laughter echoed across the runway and you offered him an amused smile. “Your man is a lucky one.” His other hand was held out, this time with the keys to the car. “For you to meet a complete stranger in the middle of the night, it is dangerous, no?”

You narrowed your gaze and lifted a brow. It seemed your look was enough of an answer because Jonas gave you another laugh. “A woman of very little words, I like you. We will do business again, yes?” It was a statement rather than a question. “Enjoy.”

He swept an arm toward the driver seat and you slid inside. With a turn of the key, the car purred to life and a smile grew on your face. You revved the engine twice, nodded to the man a few feet away before you sped towards your house to give Bucky his gift. 

When you got home, he wasn’t there. You found a note left on the kitchen counter: Beers with Sam. -B

Normally you wouldn’t mind him going out because you were happy that he would be even willing to leave the house, but to only leave a note and not text you seemed worrisome.

You pushed any more negative thoughts out of your mind and headed to take a shower. By the time you got out and headed back to the kitchen to make yourself a quick sandwich, Bucky was home, sitting on the counter and watching you. “Hey, handsome, how’s Sam?” You leaned up to kiss him, but it wasn’t returned. “Something wrong?”

“You weren’t at work,” Bucky said evenly. “We stopped by to grab you dinner and you weren’t there.”

Your skin heated and you sighed. “Bucky, I can explain-“

He cut you off with a dismissive wave of his metal hand. “Don’t bother. If you’re seein’ someone else, you can just tell me.”

You recoiled like he slapped you across the face. “James,” you snapped, which caused him to tense up, “I would never, ever even dream of being with anyone but you.” You forced your way between his legs and cupped his face in your hands to make him look at you. “You are all that I want and no one will ever compare to you. Don’t ever say that again, okay? You’ll break my heart.”

He didn’t say anything, not for a few minutes, and neither did you. All he could do was stare into your eyes and see the truth in them. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay, I know why you did,” you assured him and pressed another kiss to his lips, this time you received one in response. “Now, can I tell you why I wasn’t at work?” He nodded once, a tiny glint of worry still lingering in his eyes. “Well, I’d rather show you.”

You stepped away from the counter and pulled him along with you. With his hand in yours, you led him to the garage and flipped on the light with a, “Ta-da!”

“Oh, darlin’,” he breathed as he let go of you and stumbled into the room towards the car, all of the fear, worry and angst melting away instantly. “How did you-“ You pinched your forefinger and thumb together and twisted them in front of your pursed lips. He rolled his eyes but smiled and gestured to the driver seat.

“All yours, handsome,” you winked and hit the button to open the garage door.

He shook his head and patted the seat next to him, “You’re comin’ with me.” When you protested saying you were in your night clothes, he waved it off. “We’re just goin’ for a drive, sweetheart, nothin’ to dress up for.” You joined him with a reluctant sigh and flopped into the passenger seat. 

When the key turned and the engine purred, Bucky let out a pornographic moan. You turned to him, brow perked. “Sweetheart,” he rasped, “you have no idea what this car does to me.” Your eyes flickered to the quickly growing bulge in his jeans before his deep chuckle caught your attention, “Or maybe you do.”

He reached over to pinch your chin between two metal fingers before crashing his lips against your own. His tongue fought its way inside of your mouth and licked sinfully against the roof of it. “Buckle up,” he whispered against the gasp you released as he sat back.

Lightheaded, you did as instructed and watched him adjust the mirrors and lights before he pulled out of the garage and sped down the driveway and through the neighborhood. His face was bright in the evening light, his smile outshone the moon. “You’re gorgeous,” you told him breathlessly, and you would have most likely not been heard over the wind whipping around you by any other person, but your super soldier caught every syllable and flushed at the compliment.

He took your hand into his and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle before it came to rest on his thigh. You could feel the happiness radiating off of him, seeping into your own pores and filling you up until your lips turned up into a matching smile. “What’re you thinkin’ about,” he asked you, flicking his attention from the road to you and back again.

“You,” you replied, “always you.”

The smile on his face grew and he squeezed your hand once more. He found a new happy place, one outside of your shared home, one not between your legs. It was there, in that car, racing free down the open road with his best girl in the seat next to him. “I’m thinkin’ about you, too,” he said as his hand guided yours towards his lap.

“Mr. Barnes,” you gasped playfully but allowed him to rest your hand against his tented jeans, “we can’t do this, it’s sinful.”

“Live a little, darlin’,” he played along, forcing you to squeeze him which caused him to groan.

You pinned your bottom lip between your teeth and rubbed at him over his clothes, feeling the heat of his arousal coming off him in burning waves. Your fingers worked open the button of his pants and with a little maneuvering, you were able to fish out his cock, hard and thick, violently red and dripping with need. His hiss as it hit the cool air caused you to jump back for a moment, but his needy whimper drew you back again. “I swear to god, Bucky, if you crash and kill me, I’m going to haunt you,” you warned him.

He blinked, taken aback by the rather brash statement, about to ask what you meant by that but you were already unbuckled, bent forward and taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, metal hand gripping the steering wheel tight enough to pop the stitching on the leather coating. 

Your tongue swirled around his tip, gathering what leaked out before you flattened your tongue and took more of him in. He was thick and long, hard to take all at once, but you had learned from many hours of practice just how to get all of his glorious cock down your throat. Your hands worked what wasn’t wet with your tongue yet as you bobbed up to suck on his head and relax your jaw. “Feels like heaven, sweetheart,” he cooed above you, his free hand bundling up your hair to keep it out of the way. “Fuck, your mouth works my cock so good.”

Delighted at his praise, you hummed in return that sent sparks to his core. You took more of him in, nearly all of him, with your cheeks hallowed and your tongue dancing along his skin. More praise fell from his lips, encouraging words and filthy promises, you almost forgot you’re in the car until the tires started to hit the bumps along the white line - an indication that Bucky was veering off of the road.

You pulled off of him much to his disappointment and saw that he parked along the side of the road. “What’re you doing,” you asked, wiping your spit away with the back of your hand. 

“You told me not to crash,” he shrugged and undid his seatbelt. “Now get over here and ride Daddy’s cock.”

The words hit you dead center and you nearly collapsed from how weak and needy they made you. “We seriously can’t do this, Buck, anyone can come by and see.”

“That’s livin’, darlin,” he replied. His flesh hand wrapped around his cock and started to pull on it, staring at you with half lidded eyes and a groan rumbled in his throat. “Are you gonna just sit there and stare or are you gonna enjoy the ride?”

Absently, you licked your lips and watched his hand work himself and honestly felt a little jealous of it. That was your cock, it was your responsibility to make it feel good. Thoughts of getting caught and thrown in jail over public indecency were thrown out of the window and you crawled over to him, losing your sleep shorts on your way over.

“No panties? That’s my good girl,” Bucky grinned, his hand moved from himself to your hips as you climbed into his lap. “Been thinkin’ about this pretty pussy all day.” He hungrily licked his lips and reached between your bodies to run his fingers through your folds, drawing a gasp from you. “Absolutely soakin’, hm? Been thinkin’ about me, too?”

You nodded, your pussy clenching around nothing as Bucky’s fingers teasingly danced around your hole. “Daddy,” you whined, desperate for any sort of attention, “please?”

“What do you need, sweetheart,” he purred, his thumb ghosting over your clit as your slick began to run down your thighs. 

“You, Daddy,” you answered, hoping that was enough. “All of you. Only you.”

Bucky seemed to be happy with that and slid two thick fingers inside of you. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he hummed, slowly pulling them out again as you whined above him. “You need to be filled, don’t you, baby? My fingers won’t be enough.”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip once more, threatening to draw blood, when you shook your head in response. “Need your cock,” you told him. “Please.”

“Always askin’ so nicely, sweetness, how could I deny you?” He twisted his fingers inside you one last time before he held himself steady so you could line up. “Sink down on Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

You steadied yourself with one hand on the headrest of his seat and the other was used to guide his tip towards your core. Once he slipped inside, your hand shot up to grip at his shirt as you lowered yourself with satisfied moan which was nearly drowned out by Bucky’s. “Too big,” you sighed, seated and feeling stretched and full.

“But you’re takin’ it, darlin’,” he smiled up at you, his skin flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat. “You’re doing so good.” You preened at his compliment and returned his smile. “You move when you’re ready.”

You took the time to adjust to angle and his size, leaning down to exchange a lazy kiss. When you parted for air, you shifted your weight to wrap your arms around his neck and raised your hips to slide up his cock only to slam back down with a moan.

“Is that how you’re gonna to play it, sweetheart,” he asked breathlessly. When you replied with the same harsh roll of your hips, Bucky growled and his hands found your hips. You could feel the bite of his grip against your bone, you knew the bruises it would bring in the morning, but it would be worth it. “Can’t have a nice, slow fuck in the car, can we? My girl needs it hard and rough.”

He shifted his legs to plant his feet firmly on the floor of the car and started to meet your hips with a harsh snap of his own. Delighted at the feral snarl that curled his lips, you increased your speed, bouncing on his thick thighs as he fucked up into you, a growl erupting from him with each meeting of your hips. “Yes,” you gasped, “that’s it, Daddy. Just like that.”

“Yeah, I know how my dirty little girl likes it,” he grunted over the sound of your skin slapping and your slick sex sucking him in. “I can hear how much she likes it.”

Your head fell forward as he pounded up into you, the lewd squeak of the seat joined the chorus of your moans. “So close,” you told him.

But he already knew by the way you fluttered around him, coaxing him toward his own end. His metal hand left your hip and moved between you to seek out your swollen bud. “Gonna cum for me, good girl,” he asked. You tried to answer, tried to nod, but the way his hips shoved up into you and the cool metal against your heated sex that rubbed desperately at your clit was far too much.

A delicious snap came from within you and spread a white hot fire throughout your body. You came with his name on your lips, a desperate, holy cry. And he wasn’t far behind, a few hard thrusts and he spilled into you, whispering praise and adoration.

You stayed joined until the mess between your legs became itchy and the bugs started to swarm from the sweat on your bodies. “Best mill and half I’ve ever spent,” you sighed happily, lifting off of his lap.

“Wait, how much?!”

[talpup]

Chaos: 47

I want to give a special thanks upfront to those who responded to my interest check.  I had been feeling a bit overwhelmed with three fics on the burner, and your response gave me just spark I needed to focus on this story and see it finished.  While this chapter does finish the story, there will be a coming little epilogue that contains a post script from Dabi.

***Memories in this fic are always in italic.

Summary: The day Aizawa Shouta betrayed his Love was the day the Daimon lost everything that mattered in his life. Now, with her awake from her slumber and memory wiped, he has another chance at having her and being happy. There’s only the small problem of heaven wanting his Love dead, and hell wanting control of her. And her promise to protect and help another. Oh! And her remembering what he did.

But Shouta has waited so long to have her back. Has planned and taken measures to see his Love protected. He won’t loose her this time. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, and stop her from remembering his betrayal. Cost and consequences be damned.

Though it really is a shame that the cost just might bring about Chaos.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/57154492

46.1

Reyanna groaned in pain.  Her ribs creaked and cracked, then broke.  She cried out but all that did was waste air she couldn’t get back. Body crushed between the floor and the Nenu’s punishing foot, she couldn’t breath.

Her watery eyes darted around the room looking for something. Anything to help her.  But there was nothing.  This couldn’t be where it ended.  She had died once and been brought back by her and Shouta's love. With the small bit of her life force that had been housed within his Vim ring, Shouta had seen her safe and out of the clutches of death.  Death.  She had been more than just dead.  She had seen Death.  How could she have forgotten?

Death stood in front of her within her mind. ”Why are you so upset, Child?”

“He betrayed me!”  Reyanna yelled of Shouta's deal with Lucifer.

She might’ve being dying but that meant nothing in light of what she had just remembered.  How could he have done such a thing?  How could Shouta have taken and twisted...

“He did as he always promised he would and saw you protected.”

Reyanna glared at Death.  She didn’t care if she offended this ancient being.  She had just remembered her Love had betrayed her.  There was nothing Death could do that would hurt worse than that.

Her lips curled in a sneer.  “He was selfish.  The Llaes and Tamaki died because of what Shouta did.”

“Are you not just as selfish, if not more so?”

“Why? Because I want nothing more in the world than to be left alone and live in peace with him?  True as that is, I didn’t make a deal with Lucifer that ended with the Llaes and Tamaki’s deaths.”

“No.” Death agreed.  “You didn’t.  What you did has seen far more than merely two young ones dead.”

“What?”

“You are such a hypocrite, Reyanna.”  Death stepped toward her, the walls of her mind darkening and closing in.  “What you have done is by far worse than this perceived betrayal of Aizawa’s.  What you have done has caused so much more trouble and heartache.  Your deeds have cost countless of lives.”

Reyanna stepped back from the looming figure, suddenly caring very much if she offended Death.  “I—I don’t know--”

“Exactly. You don’t know.  And it’s about time that you do.  Open your senses and see what you have done.  Accept who and what you are.  Your goal.  What you so desperately want.  Your very life and that of Aizawa’s.  It all depends on it, Anna. If you truly want nothing more in the world than to be left alone and live in peace with your Love, then open your eyes and see the truth of what you’ve done.”

Todoroki had said something similar, telling her to ‘open her senses and understand’.  That he wouldn’t be able to enter the room of sealed Leviathans till she did.  But understand what?  What had she done?

“You’re weak little Sister.  To think I had had hope for you.”  The Nenu spat, foot baring down on her splayed body.  “You had shown so much promise in the beginning.  Stirred up so much chaos for the sake of your foolish love.  But you don’t even know what you did.  The power of Chaos that you tapped into and let run a muck.  And now it has led you here.  You and the first Golem you created sealed away our kin.  My closest brothers and sisters forever locked in static existence.  They were foolish.  Tempted away from our place of power and into the world of man.  But you’re in my world now, Anna.  Even with this latest Golem of yours being a Nephilim true, you will not win against me.  There is nothing but death for you and your Love here.”

Reyanna gritted her teeth, fingers raking at the stone floor.  How dare he call her love for Shouta foolish.  It was her love for Shouta that had saved her from her Father’s plans and Kai’s clutches.  Her love for him that had kept her sane and going after Kai’s rape. She had been so afraid Shouta would find out.  That he would rage and kill Kai, and Lucifer would kill Shouta in return.

It had been shortly after Kai’s rape that Hawks had found and taken her.  If it wasn’t for Shouta and their love she would have given up.  Given in and submitted to Hawks’ plan to kill her.  Instead she and Shouta did had each other, and her Love had come to save her. Shouta had taken Abril and…

’Why did you decide to protect me from Aizawa's blade?” Abril’s question from long ago echoed in her darkening mind.

It had been a silly question.  She had saved Abril because she had been the Llaes. ...Hadn’t she?  Why then had Abril responded saying ‘I had no knowledge or power before then.  I certainly wasn’t the one who would or could seal away great monsters.’

Her action had caused the tear to Oblvi to widen.  Why would surpassing her power to save Abril cause the tear to the land of Third’s to widen?

“Because you are power.  You are might.  You are the end.  The true death.  Daughter.  Open your eyes and your senses.  See me and accept the full truth of who you are.”

Reyanna’s minds eye opened at the sound of a voice more ancient than time.  She didn’t startle at the sight of the twin orbs staring back at her. Though she’d never seen them before, she somehow knew those infinite voids.  Eyes that were both darker than the blackness that surrounded them and filled with bright spiraling galaxy's, burning quasars, and dying suns.

Chaos. The Being that had ordained her.  Her Father.

As Reyanna stared into those fathomless eyes she saw the truth of her beginning.  How Chaos had long ago gotten the idea to take God’s ordered creations and use them to make a creation of his own.  How Chaos had chosen Lucifer, God’s fallen favorite, to subvert his Brother’s order.  How Chaos had watched over the coupling between Lucifer and a human woman.  His power mixing and adding to the power of their carnal union to create a link between two creations that had never been meant to bare fruit together.

This new understanding allowed her to see what she had unwittingly done all those years ago.

Reyanna’s heart lifted and lurched at the sight of Shouta flinting into the field with his human prisoner.  Her Love had come to save her from Heaven's Assassin.  But at what cost? If freeing her meant putting him in danger, than she would rather die at Hawks’ hand.

It wasn’t as if her and Shouta's troubles would be over after this exchange.  They would still be left trying to figure out a way to get her out of hell's clutches.  She would still be left fearing for Shouta's life if their love were to be discovered.  Left fearing what Shouta would do if he found out what Kai had done.

Would it always like this?  With some threat hanging over them.  Why couldn’t she and Shouta just be left in peace?  All she wanted was to live alone in safety with her Love.

Shouta moved, blade thrusting to kill the woman Hawks had called Abril, and for a moment her every sense focused on him.  Their love was an impossible one.  They would never be left alone.  There would never be any peace or safety for them.  Hell would never stop wanting her. And heaven would never stop wanting her dead.  So long as those two realms could reach her, she and Shouta would never be able to live happy and secure with each other.

Focused on her Love, her power flared.

It happened like Shouta had said when he first taught her how to use her power.  That all she had to do was will it to be done and the thing would obey, sorting itself out.  Only this time it was an indirect desire that her heart and soul had unconsciously willed.  And the thing she wanted was far more complex than simply telling a house to seal itself or a fire to warm a place.

Despite it far surpassing her natural ability, her power sought for a way to obey the unrealized demand.  The tear to Oblvi widened and her connection to Chaos deepened, drawing on her father's might.

In that fraction of an instant reality changed as her power sought to bring about her deepest desire.  Abril was no longer just a human but the Llaes.  Someone who could seal away the escaped Leviathan’s.

There had been no intelligence behind her released powers doings, only a will to reach its command of seeing her and Shouta living in peace. Still, Reyanna could understand what the original will behind making Abril the Llaes had been.

If she helped Abril seal away the escaped Leviathan’s maybe heaven would be grateful and give up its hunt for her.  But heaven hadn’t relented.  Instead Toshinori had sent a garrison of angels to kill her friend.

As Abril lay dying, the purpose once again took matters into its own hands.  It created a different task and more Llaes’ to reach it. Like a domino having been knocked over, the purpose twisted and affected events around both Shouta and Reyanna.  Ever searching for a way to reach its end goal.

The revelation left her drowning in a storm of emotion.  The entire thing was downright lunacy.  The amount of times she and Shouta had almost died helping this Llaes alone.  She actually had died! More than that, her and Shouta's Bond had been broken because of it.

All that strife, and pain, and death.  It had all been because of her.  Because she had unknowingly tapped in to her connection to Chaos.  Had unknowingly used her power to do this thing.  And with no harness to guide or rein it in, the purpose had run rampant.  In its effort to obey, chaos had been created. All so she could live in peace with the man that she loved.

Though the eyes of Chaos were gone, his voice echoed in her mind.  “Take your rightful place and make them bow.  Make all of them bow.”

A distant part of her dimming mind knew that she could.  She was a child of Chaos.  The daughter of Lucifer.  She had the freewill and creativity of her mother’s humanity.  And thanks to Lucifer’s past, had a connection to heaven.  She was a child of the four realms.  She could more than make them bow.  She could rule and destroy them all.  And a part of her wanted to.

She wanted to rage and kill for the pain that others had caused.  All those years fighting and hiding.  It was Lucifer's fault that she had done what she did. Lucifer’s lust for power, and desire to see her bound to Kai.  And Toshinori... If only he had given up his cause to see her dead.  But instead the Archangel sent out assassin after assassin.  Both Archangel and Daimon deserved to die.  They all deserved to die.

“Anna!” Shouta's voiced called from the distance.

Reyanna’s eyes flashed open.  For the first time since being brought here, she saw passed the walls of the room.  Like she had with the Nenu, she could see both the darkened space and bright open sky they were hovering in.  Her eyes searched, finding Shouta at the edge of a cliff.

Her consuming rage diminished in a swell of love at the sight of him. She and Shouta had been through so much and had come so far.  There was no way in hell that she was going to succumb and give Chaos what he wanted.  She was done letting others take, and threaten, and demand. It was time to finally get what she wanted and finish what she had unwittingly started all those years ago.

Her eyes burned; not with her power, but with that of Shouta's.  She turned.  Red eyes locking on the Nenu that stood above her.  She saw both his forms, but unlike before it no longer made her head want to split open.  A black tendril sprung to life and wrapped around the Nenu’s leg, throwing him across the room.

Her hand stretched out toward the castle and unlocked the sealed chamber for Todoroki.

Ribs knitting together, she sucked in a breath and called out to the Archangel fighting a beast below.  “Enji!  Throw me the heaven fire!”

Kai ignored her cry, stabbing the beast with his blade.

Enji paused and looked up.  “Wha— Hey!”

Shigaraki grabbed the bottle and threw it up, hissing as layers of flesh were burned away at the brief contact.

Reyanna caught it, her connection to heaven allowing her to hold the bottle with minimal burns.  Jar of heaven fire in hand, she got to her feet and stared down the Nenu.

“Don’t worry brother. I won’t leave you in eternal static like our kin.”  

46.2

“The doors!”  Hitoshi pointed watching them open.

Todoroki took his pointing hand and rushed forward. “Let’s go.”

Their feet echoed loudly in the large, mostly empty room. Hitoshi’s eyes immediately landed on the single thing in the space, an ornate pedestal standing in the center of the room with a vessel on top.

At first the vessel was a sphere filled with swirling wisps of light.  Then Hitoshi blinked and found it to be a cube brimming with a dark, writhing mass.

He swallowed, lavender eyes darting to Todoroki.  The Llaes wasn’t even looking at the vessel of sealed Leviathan’s. If anything Todoroki was purposefully avoiding looking at it.

Hitoshi’s thumb brushed against the back of the others hand.  “Hey.  You alright?”

“It’s time for me to finish the task I was meant for.”

“So… What do we do?”

“You don’t do anything.  This is the end.”

Hitoshi’s eyes narrowed not liking the phrasing of those words.  “What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Just… Stand back against the wall. Please.”

Hitoshi nodded and reluctantly released Todoroki’s hand.  Something wasn’t right.  His Were senses could feel it.  But now wasn’t the time to question.

Todoroki took in a fortifying breath and looked at the vessel of Leviathan’s Abril had sealed away.  While the steps to get here had been far more difficult, his task was far easier than Abril’s.  He was meant to seal the tear to Oblvi.

His life.  His sole purpose for being was to complete the task his predecessors had failed at doing.  He had told his Father, ‘I will close the gate that will see all of this come to an end…’ But it had become so much more than something he was simply meant to do.  This purpose he was made for had become much more than just some blind inner drive put into the core of his being.

While it was entirely possible that circumstance had brought him and Hitoshi together.  That the will of this cause had turned Aizawa’s path toward a mauled Witch and bent his heart so Hitoshi wouldn’t be left to die.  That didn’t make what he felt any less real.  It didn’t make this desire any less his own.

The reason for all of this might’ve been to see Shouta and Reyanna safe and without threat; but his reason was different.  Closing the tear would only rectify part of the problem he wanted to fix.  It would assure that no other Third’s crossed over to earth.  But what about the Third’s already there?

He had meant what he said when he told his Father that he would ‘put to right a wrong that begun back during the dawn of man.’

That was his purpose.  The purpose he had chosen for himself.

He looked at Hitoshi.  Would he understand? Would he hate him for the sacrifice he was about to make?

To call back the Third’s in earth would take everything he had, but he was doing it for him.  So that no other child would lose their family and suffer at the hands of Third’s. So that no one else would go through the pain and sorrow Hitoshi had went through.

Heaven had turned a blind eye to the pain and suffering the children of Chaos caused.  They did it for the sake of a faulty peace that served no one but heavens own self interests.  They had left the humans they were meant to protect to be brutalized and preyed upon. But he could end that suffering.

Todoroki turned back to the vessel of sealed Leviathan’s.  The children of Chaos had caused enough strife and pain in pursuit of their aims.  It was time for that to end.

46.3

There was a whoosh of outward air from the heart of the castle.

Reyanna flinted to the Nenu bottle of heaven fire raised.

The Nenu could clearly see both the burning red eyes of the fallen Seraphim’s power and the spiraling space of galaxy's of Reyanna’s own.  But beyond that he saw the fathomless black void of Chaos in the young Nephilim’s eyes.

It was in that moment that he realized Chaos stood with her.  His reign was over.  No one could stand against Chaos.  It was futile to even try.  He didn’t understand why his Father was for this weakling, but he wouldn’t fight it.

Submitting to his Father’s will, the Nenu stretched out his arms and threw back his head.

Acting without thought, Reyanna’s hand phased.  The bottle of heaven fire passed  deep into the Nenu’s chest.

Rather than explode the bottle sucked in on itself, taking the Nenu with it.

She barely had time to blink when the wind picked up.  Shouta, her mind raced at the thought of him.

“Shouta! Hold on!”  She looked about frantically for her Love.

The wind had quickly passed hurricane force.

“Shouta!”

She saw him out in the open field, feet skidding across the ground.  As the tear to Oblvi closed the land sought to rid itself of its foreign inhabitants.

Reyanna flinted, grabbing a hold of Shouta just as his feet left the ground.

Their bodies slammed together.

Shouta wrapped his arms around his Love, holding her tight.

“I got you.”  Reyanna held him all the tighter, burying her face against him.  “I got you, my Love. You’re not going anywhere.  You’re mine.”

“Mine.” Shouta echoed.

She stood solid in the whirlwind as if it were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Trusting her to anchor him, Shouta cupped and lifted her face.  Long black hair whipped wildly around his head as he kissed her.

The wind died down, not that Shouta noticed.

Dabi let go of the tree he had anchored himself and Hizashi to, flexing his hands to bring life back into them. The first thing he saw was Shouta and Reyanna.  He rolled his eyes. Really!  There was a time and place.

Dabi cleared his throat loudly.

One of Shouta's hands left Reyanna.  A black tendril lashed out and wrapped around Dabi’s mouth silencing him.

Shouta didn’t care who was there or how long they were made to wait.  He was kissing his Love to his hearts content.

For the first time, Reyanna didn’t care who saw her and Shouta display of ravenous affection.  This man was hers, and she would claim him in front of any and all to see.

Enji dusted himself off scowling.

When Reyanna had realized who she was and what she’d done, the veil had been lifted for everyone effected by the changed reality.  Toshinori had been right to call the Nephilim whore an abomination, and want her dead.  More than that, the First Chief of heaven had been right about the Child of Hope.

“Why would Chaos create such a thing as you?”  Enji demanded the still kissing Nephilim.  Had the woman’s sole purpose been to make a fool of him?

Still laying in the trench he had made, Shigaraki looked up at the Archangel. “Do you really need to ask?”

Enji blinked thinking of the years he had spent striving to see the gates of hell closed all because one woman had wanted some alone time with her damned lover. The entire thing was so absurd in its insanity that it suddenly made perfect sense why Chaos would create and unleash Reyanna upon the world.

“Help! Aizawa!  Somebody!  Help!”  Hitoshi’s distant voice called.

Dabi instantly flinted at the sound of the panicked plea. He returned with a barely conscious Todoroki in his arms, and Hitoshi at his side.

Enji crowded his son and the Demon as Dabi knelt laying the Llaes out on the ground. “What happened to him?”

Hitoshi hovered over Todoroki.  “I—I don’t know.”

Reyanna pulled away from Shouta.

Shouta reluctantly released her.

She rushed to the fellow Nephilim’s side, brow pinched in worry.  “He should be fine.”

“Stand aside.”  Enji shoved Dabi and Hitoshi away, getting to a knee; but even his angelic healing wasn’t helping.

“Shou.” Hizashi croaked still weak from his near death.

“You have to do something!  He’s dying!  Please! Do something!  He can’t die!”

At the sound of his manic boyfriend’s plea, Todoroki’s eyes creaked open.  He tried to reach out to him, but his fingers barely lifted off his chest.  He wanted to tell Hitoshi that it was alright.  That he had done it for him.

Enji glared at Reyanna.  “You did this!  My son put everything he had into your damned purpose and now he’s dying.”

Reyanna swallowed.  It was true.  Todoroki had put everything he had into calling back the Third’s.  But Enji was wrong.  It wasn’t her fault.  The task had been to close one of the gates.  While everyone had assumed that would mean that all from the sealed realm would be forced back, that hadn’t been her purposes goal.

Todoroki must’ve decided to pull the Third’s back on his own.  But why?  The boy had to have known what such a thing would cost.

“Shouta.” Hizashi called again.  “The… Phoenix potion.”

All heads turned to Shouta.

Reyanna got to her feet.  “You have a Phoenix potion?”

“Give it here!”  Enji barked, hand outstretched.

Shouta looked at Reyanna.  They might've been locked away from heaven and hell but that didn’t mean she was safe.  What about the Third’s?  She had just killed their leader and had the tear sealed for her cause.  Surely they would seek retribution.

Everything in his vaults, found and accumulated to help and protect her, it was all back on earth.  He couldn’t even call upon Hizashi's connections to heaven for supplies.  Aside from his blade and his power he had nothing else to see her safe.  He had failed to protect her once before and seen her die…

“Shouta.”

Shouta stared into her eyes shook his head.  “I can’t.  I need it for you.  To see you safe.  I have to make sure you’re protected.  I can’t lose you.  Not again.  Never again.”

Reyanna stepped to him.  “It’s okay, Shouta.”

“Like hell it is!  Give me the damned potion.  Now!”  Enji fumed, smoke and tiny flames of fire uncontrollably licking up from his shoulders.

Reyanna’s hands moved up Shouta's chest. “It’s okay, my Love.  We’re safe here.  No one will hunt or try to harm me.  I assure you.  It’s why I did this.”

“I’ll do more than hurt you if you don’t hand that vial over!”  Enji snapped.

Shouta's eyes flicked to the Archangel, lip curling in a snarl.  His blade dropped into his hand, prepared to protect his Love if Enji attempted to make good on the treat.

“Shouta, look at me.”  Reyanna cupped his face, seeking his attention. “Would I lie to you?”

“No.” Shouta answered, softly.

“Then trust me.  Trust that we’re safe here.  That I’m safe here. Please, Shou.  Trust that everything is finally alright.  That you and I can be together with no more threats hanging over our heads.  We can have that cabin we always wanted.  Not the one we had in earth that was more of bunker hideaway than a home.  But the one we always imagined.  Hand the potion over, Shouta. Let them save Todoroki.  I don’t want to start our life here with the death of the boy who gave us this peace.  Do you?”

Shouta’s grip on the vial tightened. “You promise.  You’re not just saying this to save him?”

“I promise.  I did this for us.  For you.  So we could live in peace alone together.  It’s over, Shouta.  We’re safe.  I’m safe.”

Shouta opened his hand to her.

Reyanna took the small glass bottle.  She reached back passing it to Dabi.  Her other arm hugged around Shouta’s neck, holding him close.

“Thank you.”  She peppered her Love with kisses.  “Thank you, Shou.  I love you.  I love you so much.”

Dabi tossed the potion to Enji.

The Archangel fumbled the small vial afraid to crush the bottle in his hands.

“Don’t break it!”  Dabi scolded.

Hitoshi’s heart jumped into his throat.  But neither Were nor Archangel stop to glare at the Demon.

Enji poured the potion into Todoroki’s mouth

Dabi watched saw the Llaes swallow. He turned to find Shouta and Reyanna kissing again.  Seriously? Those two needed to get a room.

The Demon’s own urges stirred and he looked around. “So, are we done?  Cause I would like to find me a hot meal and warm body and--”

“It’s not finished yet.”  Enji interrupted.  “Kai’s still here.”

At that Shouta pulled his lips away from Reyanna.  “He’s mine.”

“Sakamata was my friend.”

Shouta scoffed at the Archangel’s words.  “You’re the reason he was cast out of heaven.”

“I swore to him--”

“I don’t care what you swore.  Kai is mine to end.” Shouta cut over Enji’s words.

“Seems like everyone wants a pound of that Daimon's flesh.”  Dabi grinned wickedly.

The idea of Dabi’s words appealed to Shigaraki who lifted Kai’s severed hand.  “I’ll lead you to him if you let me take a turn.”

46.4

Kai flinted and raced through the never ending forest.  He didn’t know why he had anchored himself and held on when the tear was closing. Actually he did.  Being locked in a world filled with filthy Thirds, an a group of enemies that wanted him dead was more preferable than whatever Lucifer would have in store for him.  At least here he had a chance of survival.  Maybe he could still built that empire he wanted.  With the Nenu dead the Third’s would need a new ruler...

Enji appeared in front of him.

Kai cursed and flinted.

Dabi appeared at Kai’s new location.

Again the Daimon flinted.

Even quicker than Dabi’s appearance, Shouta was there.

Shouta placed a heavy hand on the other Kai’s shoulder.  “Where do you think you’re running?”

Kai’s blade dropped into his hand.  He spun around breaking the contact, swinging his weapon.  “I’m not running!”

Shouta bent back, easily avoiding the wild swipe. He’s exhausted.  His teeth bared in predatory revelry at the thought, barely feeling his own exhaustion.

Kai tried to flint again but found that he couldn’t.  Eyes wide and frenetic, he spun around to find Reyanna closing in behind. To think that he had wanted a filthy Third.  Just the thought of having been with her made him break out in hives.  It was disgusting. She was disgusting.  Sick.  Filthy.  Abomination.

“Let me go.” Kai demanded of her.

Hizashi's bright golden blade glinted in her hand. “I’m not the one tethering you.”

“You are.”  Shigaraki said, patting the small mound where he had buried Kai’s hand.

Kai growled and rushed the Demon.  Before Kai reached him, white flames lashed out too quick for him to fully avoid.  He cried out.  The overwhelming pain dulled every sense he needed to defend and live.

Dabi smiled wickedly at the empty space where Kai’s arm and part of his side had been.  It had burned more of his own flesh to use the white flames again. But to incinerate some of the General, it had been worth it.

Dabi ignored the smoke that billowed from seams of burnt and unburnt flesh.  “Who gets next turn?”

“Me.” Shouta growled, eyes glowing red with his power.

Still dazed, Kai turned.  He lifted his blade to meet the attacking Daimon's; but Shouta flinted as he drew near.

Appearing behind him, Shouta struck.

Reyanna and Enji joined in. The three hacked and slashed slicing piece after piece away.

Shigaraki tapped his foot against the ground, lips curling in an ever growing smile as the line of decaying earth closed in on Kai.

The world spun.  Kai fell to the ground, dropping his blade. At first he thought he had lost his balance, but then a new pain racked his body.  His feet!  The damned Demon had disintegrated his feet.

A shadow passed overhead and Kai raised his arm, hand outstretched to grab and disassemble.

Shouta's blade sliced through Kai’s hand without resistance.  It would've kept going and killed the Daimon if he hadn’t pulled up short.

Enji stepped forward, blade raised and ready.

“No.” Shouta blocked the Archangel’s path.  “His life isn’t ours to take.  It belongs to Anna. If she wants it.”

Shouta turned his head look to her.  Bile burned his squeezing chest.  He had failed her.  Failed to do as he had promised and protect her. The mere though of Kai touching his precious Beloved made him want to end more than just Kai.  It made him want to end worlds.

Cold radiated off Shouta dropping the surrounding temperature by several degrees.  He should've known.  He should've killed Kai long before the Daimon had ever touched her.  He should've ended him for merely thinking about Reyanna, and going along with Lucifer's plan to see her bonded to him.

Kai’s death belonged to so many people; but Shouta would see that Reyanna got the final blow.  It was the least he could do for not being there to stop Kai’s horrid act or ending the Daimon sooner for what he had done.

Enji glared. He would've argued; but he was fatigued and out numbered.  It would suffice that Kai was dead and he got to watch it happen.  His arm lowered, blade disappearing.

Suddenly flames sprung out from the ground a few paces away.

Shouta pulled Reyanna to his side ready to defend.

Shigaraki stumbled back from the fire.

Dabi smiled.  He had seen coveting red eyed Demon stalk toward Kai’s severed hand while the others were focused on the kill.  Creepy already had one of the Daimon's hands.  As far as Dabi was concerned Shigaraki didn’t need more.

Shigaraki scowled at the burnt earth where Kai’s hand had been.  The power he could’ve had… His eyes lifted to meet Dabi’s still glowing turquoise.  If the other Demon kept on meddling in his affairs he would have to do something about him.

Shouta’s dark gaze turn on Kai.  The Daimon General had managed to crawl a couple feet away.  He left Reyanna’s side, flinting.

Kai’s ragged breath was knocked out by a heavy boot to the back.

“Where do you think you’re going?”  Shouta’s foot pressed down.

The cracks and pops of his breaking ribs sounded loud to Kai’s own ears.  He was covered in filth and tainted from having fucked that Abomination. His hands and feet were gone.  He was missing chucks of flesh and an entire arm.  The pain was excruciating.  But the thing that burned the most was that Aizawa and Reyanna had won.

Shouta roughly rolled him over and dragged him to his knees.

Kai swayed in position but managed to hold himself up on his own power. He was a Prince of hell.  First General under Lucifer.  Leader of countless legions.  He wouldn’t beg or try to bargain.  It would be a futile endeavor if he tried.  Instead, he would meet death without fear and stare his killer in the eye.

Standing behind Kai, Shouta found himself torn between wanting the Daimon General to look Reyanna in the eye as she ended him, and wanting to force the despicable creatures head down in submitted reverence. In the end he didn’t touch the kneeling Daimon; knowing that if he did, he would end him.

“Finish it, Anna.”

Shouta’s encouragement was all Reyanna needed.  She stepped forward, eyes shining with her power.  “I can’t believe I ever feared you.”

The ground beneath them trembled at her words.

Kai’s eyes lifted and meet hers.  For a moment he felt complete and overwhelming fear.

Reyanna’s hand stretched out and pulled.

Kai’s mouth opened to plead and bargain, but it was too late.  He was dead.

The newly arrived Hizashi, looked away, covering both Todoroki and Hitoshi’s eyes.

Dabi shivered.

Shigaraki fidgeted with Kai’s unearth hand.

Even Enji felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle at the might Reyanna had shown.

While others might have been uneasy or trembled at Reyanna’s display of power, Shouta felt a swell of pride. He shoved Kai’s corpse to the ground and stepped over him, to Reyanna.

Reyanna stepped back.

She had caused so much heartache and strife, never mind the loss of life.  If it weren’t for her, Abril might’ve lived a long full life.  All those poor kids, designated as Llaes’ wouldn’t have died so young. Tamaki might’ve still been alive.  And Shouta…

She looked at him, eyes welling with tears.  It was all her fault.  All of it.  All because of her selfish desire to be happy and left alone with her Love.

“I’m sorry--”

Shouta grabbed her and pulled her against him.

“Don’t.” He rumbled, gaze and arms holding her tight. “Don’t you ever step away from me again.” Her hands clutched his arms.  She was so afraid that he would walk away and leave her for what she’d done.

As if sensing her thoughts, Shouta lips curled ever so slightly upward. “And don’t apologize, Kitten. You’re mine and I’m not going anywhere. If anything I--” He thought about Kai’s rape of her.  About his doubts and how he had foolishly felt second ever since her promise to Abril. “I’m sorry.”  He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I should've known.  Should’ve--”

Reyanna silenced him with hot, hungry lips.

Shouta returned the kiss with equal, if not more fervor.  His loved this woman with all his being.  And finally, he had absolutely no doubts that she felt the same.

After all, how many people loved someone so much that they changed reality just live in peace and be left alone with them?

I write for my own enjoyment, but edit and post for yours.  If you enjoyed reading this at all please comment and let me know.  It’s the only thing that encourages me to keep editing and posting.

Again a BIG thank you to those who responded to my interest check.  It really did help in seeing this fic get done sooner rather than whenever.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship, and help brainstorming.  Your thoughts and our chats mean a lot.

[exorciseyourspirit]

Night Rituals|| Amnon and Theo

Love lost and not found.

Theodora languished at the foot of her grave at Hambry Park, asking the heavens to tell her what she had done to deserve becoming a ghost. She had been asking for nearly two years and the heavens, if their ears still heard her at all, said nothing. She was beyond longing for tears, beyond craving for true speech that might turn a head or worry a heart. Memory was her company, and so was the topography of the cemetery: every roll of the ground, every cluster of weeds and rocky patch of soil; the shallow crevices where too many living lay to kiss and shag under the moon and where vampires pressed their prey into the ground before taking the kill. Tonight was lonely and quiet. Even the death creatures seemed to be taking their pause. Except, strangely, for a familiar silhouette. Theodora drifted down the path in search of a better look. She did not know if ghosts could grow mad, or if the world had begun to turn kindly towards her at long last, but-- “Rebecca.” Had she discovered a way out? Had she broken free of her cursed bargain? Had she-- no. There was no kindness left in God’s grace for Theodora. She could tell just by the gait as the creature drew near. It was him. “What in god’s name brings you here?” She hissed.

 He needed a scoop of dirt. Not any scoop of dirt, a scoop of dirt from the grave of a loved one. Not just any loved one-- Rebecca’s loved one. Amnon had brought a little shovel and baggy to collect it in, tucked away in Rebecca’s favorite jacket pocket. He was surprised to learn she hadn’t visited the grave since coming back. Maybe the pain was “just too much”. He had to laugh at the thought. Except his internal chuckle was interrupted by a voice-- a very familiar voice. “Theo!” he said excitedly, making sure he kept Rebecca’s same intonation when she got excited. “Hashem! This is amazing! I can’t believe it.” He stood back, admiring her, hands on his hips, a large, smug grin on Rebecca’s face. “You’re a ghost! Oh, the irony!” Couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, this is just-- oh, I don’t even know what this is. This is, you know--” he waggled a finger, “this might just be the best day of my un-life. Or, well, second best. Nothing beats getting a new body, especially one so powerful and perfect. Am I right?”

 Theodora recoiled, drawing back several feet in the space of a moment. This was cruel, borrowing not just her voice but the markers of her speech, as if she hadn’t imagined what it would be like to hear her voice again, to see her just one more time and know it had all been for something. She was glad, then, to be beyond weeping. The dybbuk could see her, flaunting the power Rebecca so coveted, but he need not get anymore satisfaction from breaking her now as he had when he broke her body. It had happened in an instant. No gasping for breath, no tearful farewells. She had been running, blade ready and aimed for his neck, and then the world cracked into darkness, faster than a clap of thunder. And then, some indeterminate time later, there was this. Theodora still wasn’t certain that this wasn’t a kind of damnation. “Shut up,” she hissed. “She’s not your plaything. If you didn’t come here to gloat, then what are you doing with her here in the first place? Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

“Oh, c’mon!” Amnon said, giving a shake of his head as if disappointed in the spirit floating in front of him. “Let me have this! It’s a big moment! Oh, man-- you, you should be really glad she’s not conscious for this. Oh, hashem-- could you imagine how upset she would be? To know that her “true love” has come back as a ghost? One she can’t even see? Please, please, this is all just too good,” he said, smiling at her as he walked up to the grave and started digging up some of the grass, not bothering to explain what he was doing. “You know, you ought to be thanking me. Now, you get to live forever! It’s gonna be great!” He pointed at her. “Have you learned how to use electronics yet? How long’s it been? A year and a half? Two? I don’t remember when it all happened, sorry. So many murders, so little time,” he shrugged, before continuing to dig.

 Theodora rolled her eyes in disgust and hovered nearer. The impulse to turn away was strong; Rebecca wouldn’t have minded her like this, she would understand (or would she?), but seeing this cruelty ventriloquized through her was something else altogether. “You don’t get to ask the questions here,” she protested. “You tell me what you’re doing with her, damn you.” She reached for the shovel and threw the force of her strength into taking it from him, not with a pull, but making it a part of her, invisible and thin as air. She only took it a few feet before she had to let go, but it was something. “You tell me,” she snarled. “You’re so fond of your blasted deals and your plans. What is it this time? Why make her do this?”

 Amnon frowned, Rebecca’s brow furrowing in that curious way it always did when her face scrunched. “I see you’ve been learning,” he pointed out, standing up and heading for the shovel again. “What I’m doing with her? The same thing I was doing with the last guy, picking up where I left off while finding a way to permanently get rid of them. I want this body forever,” he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “And you know, you should let me. That way she can actually come join you in whatever pitiful afterlife you seem to be wallowing in.” Reached again for the shovel, purposefully pushing Rebecca’s hand through Theo’s specter to grab it. “And I’m not making her do anything, because she’s not here right now. It’s all me, baby. Yours truly.”

 Theodora dispelled at the touch, backing up to the stone cross that marked her grave. The face alone the creature inside her made was too familiar, tearing at the walls of coldness she had built up around--could she even call it her heart anymore if there was no organ to beat? Could she call it her soul when, for all she knew, she was wearing it bare in the open? Whatever remained of her to feel, to yearn and regret and care, the very flint of her soul that remained beyond even her power--she felt that piece burn with vengeance that was almost as warm as life. God in heaven, how she missed her. And even without her, even if Rebecca could never lay eyes on her in turn until they were safe beyond this world, she needed to exist here a little longer. No other arrangement seemed right to Theodora. And this blasted dybbuk was not her, however much it had mastered her mannerisms and delighted in mocking her joy and vibrance. “She’s strong,” Thedodora said. “She won’t let you snuff her out forever. She’ll surface, and she’ll find a way to stop you. And even if she doesn’t, I will make it my eternity’s business to thwart your every plan. Whatever it takes to make you regret taking her, to give her back, I swear I will do it. She will not be yours to keep!”

 “Or maybe she’s already all gone. Did you know she got scratched by a Wraith and didn’t get it properly cleaned? That smells of a death wish to me,” Amnon said, fudging the truth just a little. “I had to go get it healed for us. A tad disappointing.” He rubbed his ribs where they still hurt with a dull ache, reminding him of his tangible body as he turned with his shovel to head back to the grave, continuing his quest for the dirt. “”Uugh, sounds boring. You have free reign over everything now. You can go anywhere, do most anything and you really wanna waste your time chasing me around? And for what, her?” He motioned to himself-- well, to Rebecca’s body. “How sad.”

 Theodora’s face fell. She had seen Rebecca in such states before. There were times when she would have foregone sleep or washing had Theodora not guided her body through the motions herself. What had she even But wait-- “So she is in there,” she said. Rebecca had surfaced--and she hadn’t come to see her. Theodora went cold at the realisation. But Rebecca at all, Rebecca strong enough to fight, and get in trouble, even if she was damned reckless and tired, that had to be reason for hope. “She’s fighting you now, isn’t she?” Theodora said, convincing herself as much as the creature. “She surfaced before and she’ll surface again. You haven’t got a prayer against her strength. We’ll stop you like we should have done in the first place.”

 Amnon sighed, taking a shovel full of dirt and dumping it into the special bag he’d brought to keep it in. “She’s somewhere in here, alright,” he said, “for now.” Because wasn’t that his ultimate plan? Wasn’t that why he was here, gathering this dirt, in the first place? To secure this body. Not just for now, but forever. He stood, wiping off his hands, as he mussied the rest of the grave. “Lucky you, nice headstone,” he said, tapping it with his foot. “Haven’t you learned by now, Theodora?” he said, making sure to lilt Rebecca’s voice when he said her dead lover’s name, knowing it would sting. “You can’t stop me.”

 A lightning strike of rage shot through Theodora and she reached out for the creature’s neck as if she could wring it out of Rebecca’s body herself. She passed through her skin, useless, and dispelled herself away from him. “Just you watch me,” she said. “We made you miserable before. We can do it again. And you and I have all the time in the bloody world.” 

[interviewwithinterestingpeople]

Interview with Otis Gray of Sleepy

((I’d like to thank Otis Gray for this interview, for his time, and even getting back to me. If you don’t know who he is, Otis has a podcast called Sleepy where he reads us listeners to sleep reading old books. Please give the podcast a listen on Spotify or iTunes))

Fox: How did you decide a podcast was the best medium for your idea?

Otis: For Sleepy, podcasting seemed like the best medium because people

just love being read to. Eyes closed, lights off, ears open.

Podcasting is perfect for that. Not to be weird, but it gives me a way

to be present in a place where people are dozing off into a deep

slumber. It's that feeling of being read to by your parents when you

were a kid, or that primal response we have to sound that goes back to

being read to in the womb, hearing mom's vibrations through the belly.

That might sound weird, but sound triggers deep, comforting feelings

in all of us. Podcasting is the perfect vehicle for those sounds.

F: Has the feedback been a motivator to keep doing this?

O: The feedback has absolutely been a motivator. I had no idea this

podcast would do what it has done for people. I get daily messages

from folks who have insomnia, PTSD, night terrors, maybe a bad

breakup, insane work schedule, stress from schoolwork, and everything

in between. They all say the show has helped them operate better in

daily life, and they now rely on it. I never could have predicted

that, and now I feel a responsibility to keep it going. A responsibility I am so happy to see through. It's nice to know someone is on the other end of this microphone listening.

F: What’s your favorite part about Sleepy?

O: My favorite part about Sleepy is hearing from young people who

listen to the show. Sleepy is starting to have an audience of kids

even 3 or 4 years old who love listening to the fairy tales and

adventure stories. When parents reach out to me and tell me their kids

would love to hear a certain book or maybe just their name mentioned

on the show, nothing gives me more joy than doing that for them. The

fact that I have the ability to make a kid feel special by saying

their name on Sleepy is truly humbling and fulfilling.

F: Do you know if anyone in your life uses the podcast?

O: Funny you should ask, I have a lot of friends and acquaintances

that use Sleepy. I think it is so weird, since they all know me, and

for some friends it is way too weird to have my voice in their head

while they fall asleep. But yes, I know a lot of people who listen to

the show – and I suspect there are friends who probably do listen and

don't want to tell me because it's weird.

F: What goes into making an episode of sleepy?

O: For each show I try to find a good book in the public domain that

fits with the time of year, or how I am feeling in my own life. So say

for springtime, I'd like to read The Secret Garden. I go to the local

library (always paper, never reading online), and I take out the book.

I wait till it's nighttime, and then I relax and read the book for

usually an hour or more. I edit out the mistakes, post it online, and

that's it!

F: What book has been your favorite to read so far?

O: I think my favorite book to read was Sherlock Holmes. I love the

writing, and they are amazing stories. I was worried that it wouldn't

be relaxing to listen to, since I loved reading it so much. Thought I

would sound too into it! Peter Pan is a truly great read as well.

F: And your least favorite?

O: I would have to say my least favorite to read was Walden and Cape

Cod. I feel bad saying this, but I find Thoreau so unbelievably

boring! Still, that actually makes it perfect for this podcast, since

his writing is such a snoozefest. But actually reading it aloud was

tough and pretty mind-numbing. Bless his heart.

F: How many requests do you get?

O: I get a lot of requests. I would say probably 2-3 a day on

different platforms. Most of the upcoming episodes for this Spring

2019 are requests!

F: Do you get many from children?

O: I have just started to get more requests from children, and I am so

happy to receive them. Usually the parents reach out to request books

for them, and then I'll dedicate the episodes to them in the intro.

Makes me very happy. Also, kids have the best taste in books to fall

asleep to.

F: Are most of the books you read digital or paper?

O: All the books I read are paper. Always. There is nothing that can

replace the feeling of a real book. Also, listeners absolutely love

hearing the pages turning. It really feels like someone is there

reading to you from an old book.

F: If you could take 5 things onto an isolated island, what would you take?

O: 5 things. . . I would bring a good knife, a warm blanket, a guitar

(even though I don't play), The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, and a fire

starting flint.

F: What’s your ideal pizza?

O: It's tough to have an ideal pizza, but I'd have to say soppressata

with mozzarella and spicy oil.

F: If you could travel anywhere, where would you go first?

O: If I could travel anywhere, I would go to Patagonia.

F: Would you rather travel space or the deep ocean?

O: Deep space and deep ocean are actually my two biggest fears in the

entire world. But I would have to say space.

F: What type of animal would you want to be?

O: I would love to be a wolf. Ever since I read Jack London, being a

wolf sounds pretty amazing. Either that or a grizzly bear.

[etheriumart]

Reasons to love Treasure Planet: John Silver

Jim is my favorite character in Treasure Planet, but John Silver holds a special place in my heart for a number of reasons. He is such a refreshing character that we don’t get to see in animation very often, and so I am making this post to illustrate why. 

When we are first introduced to Silver, this is the Silver we are introduced to. Warm, friendly, kind, a goofball. A “Dad” character. We like him, instantaneously. However, like Jim, we don’t trust him, because of Billy Bones’ ominous warning.

Right after we have been introduced to him, we get this scene, in which he says, “We best keep a sharp eye on this one, eh Morph? We wouldn’t want him straying into t’ings he shouldn’t.” Immediately, we distrust him. 

Then, that montage bonding scene happens, which always makes me emotional, because we get the parallel of Silver and Jim’s father. Silver is being turned into a father figure, and we trust him. 

But seriously, as a tangent on the parallels of Jim’s father and Silver, that montage scene is incredible. Especially at the end, when Jim helps Siver untie the longboat, and Silver rides away. Jim’s smile turns into a sad expression, and the film cuts to the scene of Jim’s dad leaving. That is basically telling us that Jim was reminded of when his dad left him when he saw Silver get in that boat. However, Silver then motions for Jim to get in the boat with him, showing that Silver is not the absentee, negligent father that Jim had. 

Then, we get this scene. This scene is incredibly powerful, because we understand that Silver wants Flint’s trove as badly as Jim does, if not more.  Just looking at Silver we can see that not much has stopped him in pursuit of his dream. He lost his right leg, right arm, right eye, and right ear in his obsessive search for Treasure Planet. Silver will literally stop at nothing to get what he’s been chasing his entire life. This undoubtedly has ruined countless relationships, and later threatens his relationship with Jim. Silver understands that dreams often take away things you care about, and realizes that Jim is an idealist, and a dreamer. As a fellow dreamer, but a realist by experience, Silver is warning Jim about his dream to find Flint’s trove, even if Jim doesn’t really realize that. 

During the storm scene, we see just how much Silver cares for Jim. Silver literally uses his body as a barrier to shield Jim from the black hole. That’s incredible. 

Then, after the lifeline scene, and after Jim beats himself up for hours about something he wasn’t responsible for (even though he doesn’t realize it), this touching scene happens, which made me bawl my eyes out the first time I saw the movie, and continues to choke me up everytime I rewatch it. Silver really cares about Jim, probably because Jim reminds him of himself when he was younger, and less world-weary. This scene is so incredibly important, because it really does set up the events of the rest of the film.

Immediately the next morning, Jim witnesses Silver say that he doesn’t care about him at all. Jim of course, doesn’t realize he is lying to protect himself from the other pirates. The only thing that Jim sees is another father betraying him and leaving him.  

This causes a confrontation between Jim and Silver, 

Which is directly responsible for the early mutiny, because Jim stabs Silver in his cybernetic leg. This is showing how Silver’s desire for Flint’s trove is messing up his relationship with a person he cares about. 

Then finally, after about fifteen minutes of the movie, they find Flint’s trove, and Silver finally has achieved his dream. However, the situation quickly goes awry when Treasure Planet goes into self destruct mode. 

During this confrontation scene, Silver says “I like you, lad. But I’ve come too far to let you get in between me and me treasure.”

In other words, Silver is content screwing up every relationship he’s ever built, just to get Flint’s trove. However, Silver understands something: Jim is just like Silver, and Silver knows it. Jim will also stop at nothing. One of them will have to bend, have to give in, or they will both die. 

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a picture of the scene that I am referencing next. In this scene, Jim is about to fall to his death, and Silver is forced to choose between saving Jim, or saving his treasure. Silver ultimately chooses Jim. 

“You give up a few things, chasing a dream.” Well, it seems Jim Hawkins was the one thing John Silver couldn’t give up. 

Jim then has to save the entire crew, and afterwards, we get a touching scene between him and Silver, as Silver is leaving. 

We get this touching embrace, as the two bid farewell to each other. This never fails to make me sob like a baby. 

Silver’s story before Jim was one of complete isolation. He ruined every relationship in pursuit of his dream, until he found someone who meant more to him than treasure. 

Jim needed a father, and Silver needed a son. 

[pkmnjesus]

P J a shipper? SHIP-A-THON ‘18

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My case with the others:

Now the ships I like listed here are uncategorized by any series of the main-core anime series, such as QuestShipping. This pairing between Jimmy/Kenta (Trainer Gold’s anime counterpart) and Marina (Trainer Kris’s anime counterpart) can only be seen in the Legend of Thunder anime special. While their feelings for each other are flat out obvious, it’s nice to see a main protagonist that actually responds to a girl’s feelings for him *cough* *cough*

Other examples of unlisted pairings are Flint and Lola, Brock’s parents. They’re weird bunch if you’ve seen the anime specials they were in, but their love is definitely strong as a rock. Not even redesigning the Pewter gym to a water type gym with streamers around could break this marriage. And speaking about their son... 

The case with Brock/Takeshi: Now Brock deserves a special mention for this ship-a-thon post he is always finding for new love every day with every girl his age or older he meets. Unfortunately 95% of that he gets reject and gets his ear pulled, or poison jabbed. But there is that 5% of females that do like him (he didn’t really like the younger ones back though). And out of all that liked him back, Pike Queen Lucy from Battle Frontier was my favorite one (LuckShipping). I really got mad at Max for dragging him out in the end of that episode, where we clearly see Lucy blush. What’s funny about all of this is that she probably only liked Brock because most of the Pokémon she had at home had the same eyes (e.g. Skitty, Swinub, Snorlax) as he did xD I bursted out laughing because of that scene. On the friends side of things, he was Ash’s first big bro and chef. It’s amazing to see how close they were traveling for 3 series straight (the only companion to do so). GymShipping (Brock and Misty) had some cute moments too, but mostly goofy ones (like with Max’s ear-pulling lol). Big bro Brock also applies with May when she helps him buy for traveling supplies in Hoenn, or with Dawn giving her advice to lighten up during her times of depression. WE <3 YOU BROCK, screw all the girls that rejected you!

RocketShipping / KojiMusa (Jessie/Musashi & James/Kojirō): The favorite villain ship of the series definitely has a special place here in the others section since they were basically in every series! Take that Butch & Cassidy (I kinda ship them too) with your unoriginal motto! Along with PokéShipping, this is one of the most respected older ships in the community (as it SHOULD BE for being the longest running one TO THIS DAY). I feel like they’re already a married couple discussing plans every night before going to bed on how to catch Pikachu. This also the first adult pairing I grew up loving whether they eat, argue, cheer (in Jessie’s contests and performances), or blast off together, it’s really nice to see a mature (not really if you think about it lol) pairing over the course of 20 years in this show. Favorite moment - All the episodes with Jessebelle/Rumika (James’s childhood “friend”) in it. I remember watching the first one where they introduced James parents, and actually seeing a good side of James for the very first time outside of Team Rocket. At the end of that episode is really when the ship was sold to me. James pulls Jessie aboard the Meowth balloon, and they look into each other's eyes promising to continue to live without anymore personal commitments and resume Team Rocket operations. I’m sure hardcore RocketShippers loved that scene as much as I did. Unfortunately because of that sweet moment, they forgot about Meowth who was still in the ground running to the balloon as the episode ended xD

Meowth’s/Nyarth’s loves: Meowth has had its fair share of romances too that deserves a bit of mentioning. Meowzie was the first one he fell for, and in fact was the reason why he can talk and walk like a human! Too bad she had preferred to be with the Persian :( That episode broke my heart too because I was rooting for Meowth to succeed. After that we saw multiple occasion where he was infatuated with other Pokémon, such as Skitty, Glameow, Purrloin, and others I might be forgetting. KrazyShipping is the cat and mouse relationship he has with Ash’s Pikachu, although I really wouldn’t say there’s that much love in this relationship (gets shocked like every time they meet lol). In the end, his one true love is helping and aiding Team Rocket with Jessie and James (he loves them each of them you know it)...or fetishes with Giovanni fantasies. 

Inter-region interactions: There are some fantasy shippings people would like to see happen because of region barriers (I NEED MAX AND BONNIE TO MEET), however some came true in the form of cameos like Misty and May, May and Dawn, Brock and Cilan (FAV!! Gotta love the experienced chefs), Brock and Kiawe, or even Piplup and Oshawott (best Pokémon meeting/rivaly ever). But I would have to say that Misty and Lana’s recent interaction is worthy of praise. The two trainer specialists showcased their love and passion for water type Pokémon when they swam together finding the Gyarados that startled their group. There’s a bit of a watery rivalry in this cool and clean wet relationship (okay I’ll stop the water puns). I would definitely pay to watch a spin-off just between these two sailing the oceans of the Pokémon world together, and diving into the deepest part of the sea just to see more Pokémon. 

Movie shippings: There are a couple of movie shippings to take into account over the past 20 years, especially with the movie exclusive characters. I would have to say one of my favorite ones (besides AccordShipping that I explained in a prior post) is in Pokémon Heroes with Ash and Latias (AltoShipping...though MareShipping is the Bianca alternative term of the ship). This human Pokémon relationship is just so unique since Latias could transform to the human form of the movie’s Bianca (kind of creepy if you take advantage of that). Another one worth mentioning is CarnivalShipping in the Jirachi movie. I don’t remember much, but I know that Butler and Diane were an awesome magician & assistant dynamic...too bad Butler had evil intensions with Jirachi that made me (and Diane) lose respect for him a bit (he later redeemed himself but cmon man).

Game ships: Like with the movies there’s a lot of game shippings to take into account, but my favorites would have to be from Gen. V! I do like the pairing of Dawn and Lucas from Gen. IV and the player with Lille/Hau OR Lillie and Hau themselves from Gen. VII. A lot of obvious hints too! But the Gen. V games had AgencyShipping, FerrisWheelShipping, SequelShipping (FAV!!!) and VisorShipping. I don’t know why but the character designs stuck out to me and really enjoyed its characters emotionally. But I would definitely have to say TransceiverShipping is my favorite game ship simply because it is the first time where you can actually have a DATE OPTION IN A POKÉMON GAME. Whether if it was the male player and Yancy, or the female player and Curtis, the mysterious conversations you have with the Xtransceiver build up to the eventual date you’ll have with them. Some very, very cute stuff if you haven’t experienced it yourself. Go play Pokémon Black or White Version 2 NOW!!!

Shippings from Pokémon Adventures manga/PokéSpe: We gotta show some love to the manga side of things too! One of my favorite PokéSpe shipping include LuckyShipping (the flirting in here IS REAL), FranticShipping, ChessShipping (manga counterpart of AgencyShipping), and the pairing of X and Y (don’t know the name for that one). But SpecialShipping to me takes the cake on my favorite manga ship simply because of Yellow’s shy feelings for Red. It’s kind of like AmourShipping in a way, since Red is a bit dense in his own right to notice Yellow’s feelings AND Red and Yellow had their own childhood history before the Adventures storyline. It’s just very very adorable, and full of blushes! If you aren’t into PokéSpe, but love shipping cute characters together, you should definitely give it a read! 

KetchupShipping (Pikachu & Ketchup/Kechappu): BEST. SHIP. EVER. Favorite moment - The moment where Pikachu first laid eyes on that delicious bottle of ketchup at the Dark City episode, and licked it with cute pleasure :p

.....okay in seriousness what I really want to be talking about is PikaShipping

Of course the final Pokémon shipping I have to showcase here is between Ash/Satoshi and Pikachu of all people and Pokémon! I can’t really say favorite moment because almost every time these two interact, it is always a great moment in my book! RocketShipping maybe the longest, but this beats it by an inch because there isn’t a single episode where we don’t see Ash with Pikachu by his side. They made this show work ever since it started, and everyone around the world knows this dynamic duo since 1997! Ash leaves every Pokémon behind after Johto, BUT NEVER HIM. Everyone in the anime has had their one special Pokémon partner (Dawn and Piplup, Iris and Axew, Bonnie and Dedenne, Sophocles and Togedemaru, etc...), but it is not quite like the courageous and close bond that Ash and Pikachu share. Nothing will ever beat their Pokémon partnership...NOTHING!!!

P J’s ship-a-thon: OS | AG | DP | BW | XY | SM | Others | Non-Pkmn ships

[lilspice05]

It’s Superhero Time !

Hey, Hey favorite people in the whole wide world and my amazing lil Spicers It’s been a whole week since we last talked and it kinda a sad day as this is my last blog of this season. But, don't you worry my little nutmegs and cinnonmoms, I will be back after a short break. Sit back and relax, cozy by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa while I am away for me! I decided that for this week's blog and to leave all you guys off with an amazing ending till i'm back. I’m going to be creating my very own superhero for you guys and gals and bring back some joy to this crazy year. Now we all know or have an idea what a superhero looks, sounds, and acts like right? Today I plan on switching things up a bit and showing you all something different. Adding my own bit of spice into the mix! Well hopefully this will be like no other hero you've ever seen before and will enjoy what i'm about to bring to life. 

Now my lovelies let's take a full dive right in, like when the Joker and Harley Quinn did into the water while Batman was chasing them in Sucide Squad. This is no regular superhero, this is WolfGirl. WolfGirl is a different kind of story as she is a Marvel Superhero and is not quite an Avenger yet as she didn't start out as the best person or even a hero. It all started back in 1943 at this mansion like home in Wallkill NY, a small town where everyone knows each other and being different is frowned upon especially since she was on the weather side of society. That’s when everything started to change for this 5 year old hero. Amanda Zale was the child of Colleen and Lance Zale. Life was not easy for her as she was the youngest of five with a very abusive mom who was so concerned about what society thought of her and a hard working, wealthy dad that was hardly around. Which is why she only got along with her older brother as he was the only one too seem to care about or for her. It was supposed to be them against the world for life no matter what. Unless it was to give her parents or siblings something they wanted as their intentions were to use her to get them ahead in life. She was a shy, cute,  strong, and independent child. Who sometimes gets in trouble for her curiosity. She had learned that she is not like all the other children in the world. Especially when it came to her four siblings Victoria, Edward, Elizabeth, and James who is the oldest and the many children in her town. She noticed she was different because her nails would grow when thought about, her eyes could change colors even helping her see at night , she could shift into any animal but her favorite was a wolf, and was able to look into people's minds showing them a different reality. She even learned how to show them their worst nightmare. You see Amanda abbitlies came not only from natural ability from a special gene inside of her but were enhanced after she was sold to a scientist called Dr. Flint. A very evil man that was working for Hydra and some to this day says he still does because of the chemicals he used. He discovered that the cells that are rare and doubled  in certain children react differently and poor little Amanda discovered that at a young age. After she was sold to this horrible man by her parents. They had no problem in making the decision since she was a burden to them. It was then, without warning, when she was taken out of Wallkill and taken to this weird base or abandoned homes in the middle of nowhere with children running around. Only a few and even then they were not like her. She met a young boy named Jacob which happened to be the doctor's son in this awful and scary place. They thought they were inseparable as he was really her first and only friend. Quickly they became best friends, but she grew up faster than other children that have bought here before. Her maturity stemmed from everything she was put through, growing up dealing with so much, she had no other option rather than to grow up and face reality. This pleased the doctor and she quickly became his favorite and eventually the only child as she was forced to stay away from everyone else. She even had to sleep in a different building in this concrete room like a prisoner. Being alone caused her to stick to her studies learning how to fight, run fast, control people's minds, and getting chemicals pumped through her body to enhance her abilities the way the doctor wanted. This caused her to have a few scars on her back, arms, and chest as some of the experiments backfired. She did all of this till she hit the age of 16 at only five and  half years later being brought to this horrible place. This was possible because she froze at this age due to the fact her genes and cells would regenerate everyday to help her heal and become the strongest. She then continued these studies and tests for the next few years becoming one the best killer in her generation. She then became a secret weapon for Hydra. She then was sent on many missions for most of her life to try to kill many members of Shield and was very successful killing many agents and leaving many others in mental trauma. She even killed one of the original leaders of Shield in hopes of finding the original serum that made Captain America who he is. Slowly after a decade of doing this for Hydra she started getting pretty well known for her work and was hunted especially by shield and many government officials. Which led Hydra to leave her on her own and abandoned the project she was involved in tossing her into the streets.

After being on the run for so long and being alone for so many decades thinking of her family, mistakes, and wishing she could see her brother again. She started using her powers for common crimes like stealing, cheating, and fighting to survive the harsh streets of New York City. It was these city streets that made her who she really was. It was this environment that made her want to be a part of it all. Seeing all of the corruption and madness tear her society apart, she figured why try and fight it all when I can just join them and be a part of all the madness. Taking action, she told herself was the only way to survive. One day though she ended up picking the wrong person's pocket. That person was no other than Tony Stark himself and she ended up stealing one of his bands that has his next prototype for his big suit and also some secret files showing many heroes around the world. Not knowing she started to walk away and Tony saw her with it and started chasing her. She quickly thought on her feet and used her powers to show Tony a reality that the bracelet was still in his hand. While she slipped away going back to her home, a beat up old warehouse. Slowly after that she is found by not only Tony but also Steve Rogers aka Captain America and they were not happy. She tried using her many tricks and she was almost successful in escaping but they caught up to her and asked where her parents were, where she lived, and did she know what she stole. Naturally she lied as she was trained to. However they caught onto her lies as she looked beat up and lost. They decided to take her back to the Avengers building and give her food, clothes, and shower. When she came out she looked around in amazement but with her guard up. As she was used to everything being so dark, scary and she didn't trust them. This is the part of her story that she has a change of heart, but it's not the reason you think. As she walked those halls she stumbled upon a picture she knew. One familiar face she knew from her days in Hydra. Someone she looked up to as he became like a brother to her when she was training for missions. That person was Bucky Barnes, a soldier brought in after falling off a train. She stood there frozen starting at this picture and this is when Tony and Cap realized why she was able to do what she could. They asked her to stay with them and not wanting to go back to that warehouse she decided to stay and overtime she started to really trust them especially Cap. He told her all the stories about Bucky and she told him what Hydra did to them. She started to really trust again and even would go on missions with them. Wearing her brand new suit that Steve helped her design because her old ripped up clothes didn't keep her safe. It was all black with red lines going through to help her control her transformations. She also wears a necklace with a shape like a bullet charm at the end holding a piece of rock in it. Her brother James gave it to her before she was taken away. She also has these gloves with special made nails to fit over her anytime they grow. All of this helped her realise that life can be rough but if you keep on fighting everything will eventually be ok. This is why she always makes sure all the kids around the world know this message and that they will always have someone to protect them. That is why to this day she has taken Morgan Stark and Peter Parker under her watch after Tony gave himself to save the world. She feels responsible to make sure they are always protected since the two men that gave her a better life are now gone. They become the siblings she never had. Knowing that if she ever would die that she would leave behind a legacy of it is your choice whether to be good or bad in the end. So don't let others push you to the wrong decision, always listen to your gut,  Even if it means leaving all that you know behind. 

With that being said this is where I end this story about my superhero and pick up another one somewhere else after my break or even in my life. As life is really an open book and we can only take it one chapter at a time so be your own hero. I hope this gives you guys and gals the entertainment, joy, and we'll need distraction as it has for me to write it for you lovies. As I also hope that maybe this blog post or the few others I have written help you discover your own talents or maybe even help you write your story. In real life or imagination and remember you can do anything if you put your mind too. Nothing is impossible and like Stan lee said “ If you are interested in what you do, that keeps you going.” Also please my lil Spicers don't forget to take care of yourself. You can't be a hero for others if you are a hero for yourself first. Always eat, drink, sleep, stay safe and smile. These are important things especially this time of year and in this year that we all sadly call 2020. So please mask up because even heroes wear them. Better safe than sorry! I love you all and will see you when I get back. 

[mega-supernatural-writings]

Sport’s Injuries

Pairing: Reader X Draco

Word Count: 1,914

Summary: You are the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and when the Slytherin’s crash your practice, you’re forced to scrimmage against the Slytherin’s, which leads to an accident; Draco visits you in the hospital

Warning(s): Coma and angst

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Playing quidditch was one of your favorite things about Hogwarts. Not only was it a fun escape from the stress of school, it gave you the chance to blow off some steam. You were a highly competitive Gryffindor who was friends with the Golden Trio. You were one of the chasers on the team, as well as the team captain. Being the team captain was one of your biggest accomplishments and inconveniences when you had to get onto your friends.

“Harry! What the hell is going on with you today? That’s the third time the snitch has flown right in front of your face and you haven’t caught it!” You yelled from the opposite side of the field.

You saw Harry roll his eyes in irritation at you, and you felt your heart start to race in frustration as you motioned to the team to land.

“Alright, everyone go over the newest game plan for a minute.” You sighed.

You walked over to Harry and grabbed him by the arm, taking him out of earshot of the rest of the team.

“Harry, you’re one of my best friends, but I’m still the captain of this team. So you need to tell me what’s going on before I kick you out of this practice.”

Harry looked at you like he was trying to tell whether or not you were being serious when you saw him give a disgusted look at something behind you. You turned around and saw seven green robes marching across the field to where your team was having practice. You face immediately mimicked Harry’s and you marched towards the Slytherin’s, backed by the rest of your team.

“What are you guys doing here? We’re scheduled to practice today.” You said irritably.

“Well, the Slytherin’s are actually going to be practicing right now, we got special permission from Professor Snape.” Flint sneered at you.

You rolled your eyes and said, “We have less than an hour until the end of our practice, you guys can survive that long without purposely getting in our way.”

Flint stared at you and smirked, “Fine. We each get half of the field to practice on. Gryffindor’s on the left, Slytherin’s on the right.”

You stared at Flint in disbelief and you were about to tell him how stupid of an idea that was when Draco Malfoy beat you to it by saying, “And how do you suppose each team holds their own practice with only one set of balls?”

You felt relieved that someone on the other team saw the stupidity in Flint’s plan, but you were also annoyed that it had to be Draco Malfoy who pointed it out.

Flint looked confused and when realization dawned on him he said, “Oh. Then we’ll just have a scrimmage so Gryffindor can get used to losing before the first match.”

Flint’s attitude annoyed you more than you cared to admit, but you knew that you would either have to agree or deal with the Slytherin’s intentionally messing up your teams practice.

“Fine.” You said, holding out your hand to shake Flint’s.

Draco looked at you and gave you a small smile. You were confused by this because you and Draco had never had any sort of contact with each other, besides his constant rude remarks and insults. You furrowed your brows together at Draco’s gesture and turned back towards your team.

“Alright,” you said, leading your team away from the Slytherin’s, “You all heard what’s happening. Even though this is annoying as hell, it gives us a good opportunity to see how good the Slytherin’s are.”

“Good? The only good thing about them is that their team has literally no talent.” Fred Weasley complained.

You laughed against your will and said, “Harry, do us all a favor and catch the snitch as fast as possible.”

You began walking towards the center of the field, when you looked around and caught Draco staring intently at you. He quickly averted his gaze when the two of you made eye contact. You were feeling more and more confused about what was going on with Draco. Sure you thought he was attractive, and had a tiny crush on him, but you never thought anything would ever actually happen between the two of you.

Before you knew it, the two teams were flying in the air, immediately absorbed in the game. Gryffindor got off to a quick lead when you caught the quaffle and threw it through the Slytherin’s goal post. You smiled to yourself, and quickly glanced around the field, and looked at Draco sending him a smile from being a sore winner.

You and Draco continuously sent each other snarky smiles anytime your team made a point. After you scored another point, putting Gryffindor in the lead, you turned to Draco and did a small flip in the air while he watched you, laughing at how cute he thought you were being. Your eyes lingered on him for longer than necessary when you saw his eyes get wide as he pointed behind you and yelled, “Y/N!”

You quickly turned around and saw a large ball inches from your face, but it was too late to move out of the way, and everything went black.

*Five days later*

“Hey Y/N, Madame Pomfrey says you probably can’t hear anything but just in case you can, I want you to know that Harry, Ron, and me are all here. Just try to open your eyes. I know it’s probably hard, but all you have to do is try..” Hermione’s voice sounded as though it was echoing in your head and you couldn’t quite understand what she was saying at first.

“Or maybe it might be easier to try and squeeze my hand..” Hermione pleaded. It sounded like she had been crying.

You tried to open your eyes but it felt like there were bricks on top of your eyelids that you couldn’t move. You tried to squeeze her hand to let her know that you were there and that you could hear her, but nothing happened.

“Come on Hermione, let her get some rest.” You heard Ron’s voice softy coaxing her.

Everything went black again and you couldn’t see or hear anything for what felt like hours. You were woken much later to voices coming from somewhere nearby.

“Look, I know we all hate each other but just tell Pomfrey to let me in to go see Y/N. It’s not like it affects any of you!” you heard someone say loudly. You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you, or if it was actually Draco who said that.

“Oh really? You’ve treated all of us like crap since first year and now you want us to do you a favor? Nice try Malfoy, but it’s not going to happen.” You heard Harry say rudely.

“Please,” Draco started, sounding somewhat desperate, “she doesn’t have me listed as someone who can go see her while she’s in the hospital wing, and I have to have permission from one of you three in order to go and see her.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t insult my family every time you get the chance, I would be more willing to let you in to see her.” You heard Ron say obnoxiously.

You couldn’t see what was going on, but Harry and Ron were pushing passed Draco who was staring directly at Hermione, refusing to break eye contact with her. He took a few steps closer to her and said, “Hermione, please. I know you don’t owe me any favors, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know she feels something for me too. Please let me go see her.” Draco had placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to convey to Hermione that he was being serious.

Harry and Ron immediately began to protest and threaten Draco, but Hermione continued starring into Draco’s eyes as she bit her lip and looked from Draco’s desperate and pleading face to your room.

“Okay,” Hermione said softly, “but if you’re just being an arse, I will punch you in the face again.” She threatened.

Draco’s face immediately lit up as he squeezed her arm and said, “Thank you.”

The next thing you knew you heard your door open and felt someone sit down next to you and place their hand on yours.

“Y/N?” Draco called softly. “Y/n, it’s Draco. They told me that you can’t talk or move or anything. I can’t believe this happened. I feel so guilty, I should have said no to practicing together, and maybe none of this would have happened. I really need you to wake up.” Draco’s voice cracked as he continued speaking. You heard him blow his nose and knew that he was crying.

“I know it’s selfish but I just really need you to wake up because I need to tell you how I feel about you. I don’t know how or when it happened, but you’ve made me feel something that I never realized was possible and I can’t even make sense of this feeling myself, but I know that I don’t ever want to stop feeling this way. So just please wake up and get better Y/N.” Draco was holding back tears throughout his entire speech, and broke down when he said your name and you had no response.

Once again everything went black, but this time you didn’t “wake up” for two more weeks.

You felt a very sharp pain in your arm and you immediately sat straight up in bed and yelled out. Your heart was racing as you looked around you anxiously and saw Madame Pomfrey, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco all sitting around you smiling and laughing, Hermione and Draco both had tears in their eyes.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, your voice sounded raspy from not speaking for over three weeks, and it came out as a whisper.

As everyone explained to you what had happened, you remembered everything that Draco had confessed to you, and you were dying to talk to him about it.

“Hey guys, I don’t mean to be rude, but do you mind if I talk to Draco alone?” You asked.

Everyone looked around at you and Draco but eventually agreed and left after Hermione pushed Harry and Ron out of the room.

Draco walked over to you and asked in a soft voice, “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright. I heard everything that you were saying when you were asking me to wake up.” You said nervously.

Draco’s eyes widened as he looked at you in shock and said, “Oh, I didn’t know you heard all of that. But I guess there’s no turning back now. I have feelings for you, and watching you lay here in a coma, it scared me half to death. I’ve never been more terrified in my life. I thought that I was going to lose you before I even had the chance to make you mine.”

You smiled and placed your hand on Draco��s cheek and whispered, “You have the chance right now.”

Draco placed his hand on yours and said, “Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend and giving me chance to give you the world?”

You smiled and enthusiastically nodded your head. “I’d love that.”

Draco stared lovingly into your eyes and leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

[authormitchel-blog]

Part 10

            It was Quirrell.

“but….Snape.”

            “Severus?” Quirrel laughed, and it wasn’t his usual quivering treble, either, but cold and deep. “Yes, Severus does seem the type doesn’t he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?”

            It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t.

“But Snape tried to kill me!”

            “No, No ,NO!! It was I who tried to kill you. If it wasn’t for that stunt you pulled you would have been splattered to the ground like Mr. Flint.”

            “You did that to Marcus.”

Quirrell smirked.

            “I had to get you in the air Harry. If anything Snape was trying to save you with his pathetic little counter curse.”

            Snape had tried to save him.

Quirrell snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air, and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry.

            “You let in the troll in?”

“Well, I do have a special gift with trolls. Severus halted me even then though that three-headed dog did manage to mangle him a bit.”

            Halloween, it all made sense. Snape wasn’t going to steal the stone. He had suspected Quirrell all along.

            “Now, if you’ll wait a minute Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror.”

It was only then that Harry realized what was standing behind Quirrell. It was the Mirror of Erised.

            “The mirror is the key to finding the Stone,” Quirrell murmured. “Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this.”

            All Harry could think of doing was to keep Quirrell talking and stop him from concentrating on the mirror.

            “I saw you and Snape in the forest.” “Yes,” Quirrell laughed. “He was trying to frighten me. Like he could with Lord Voldemort on my side.”

            Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it.

“I see the Stone…I’m presenting it to my master…but where is it?”

            Harry struggled against the ropes binding him, but they didn’t give.

“But Snape always seemed to hate me so much.”

            “Oh, he does,” said Quirrell casually. “heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father, didn’t you know? They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead.”

            “But I heard you a few days ago, sobbing, I thought Snape was threatening you.”

For the first time, a spasm of fear flitted across Quirrell’s face.

            “Sometimes, I find it hard to follow my master’s instructions….he is a great wizard and I am weak….”

            “He was there with you?”

“He is with me wherever I go,” said Quirrell quietly. “I met him when I traveled the world. He showed me how wrong I have been thinking that there is good and evil, that there is this great chasm between them, but there isn’t. Good and evil don’t exist, there is only power. Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times. He has had to be very hard on me. When I failed to steal the Stone from Grignotts, he was most displeased. He punished me…. Decided he would have to keep a closer watch on me.”

            “I don’t understand…is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?”

Harry’s mind was racing.

            What he wanted more than anything in the world was to find the Stone before Quirrell did. So if I look in the mirror, I should see myself finding it---which means I’ll see where it’s hidden. But how can I look without Quirrell realizing what I’m up to?

            He tried to edge to the left, to get in front of the glass without him knowing, but the ropes were just too tight. He tripped and fell over. Quirrell ignored him. He was still talking to himself.

            “Help me, master,” Quirrell called desperately.

And to Harry’s horror, a voice answered, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

            “Use the boy…use the boy….”

Quirrell rounded on Harry.

            “Yes, Potter, come here.”

He clapped his hands once, and the ropes binding Harry fell off. Harry got to his feet, and walked toward Quirrell, sensing his chance.

            Quirrell moved behind him. Harry breathed in the funny noise coming from Quirrell’s turban. He closed his eyes and stepped in front of the mirror.

            His reflection winked at him, and he felt something drop into his pocket.

“Well?” said Quirrell impatiently. “What do you see?”

            Harry screwed up all his courage.

“I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore. I’ve won the house cup.”

            Quirrell cursed again, moving Harry to the side so he could see in to the mirror again.

Harry hadn’t made it five paces before the other voice spoke again.

            “He lies….he lies….”

“Potter, come back here!” Quirrell shouted. “Do not tell lies! What did you see?”

            The voice spoke again.

“Let me speak to him….face-to-face….”

            “Master, you are not strong enough.”

“I have strength enough….for this…”

            Quirrell unwrapped his turban. Harry would have screamed, but he couldn’t make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell’s head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

            “Harry Potter….” It whispered.

Harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldn’t move.

            “See what I have become?” the face said. “Mere shadow and vapor…I have form only when I can share another’s body….but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds.....”

            Unicorn blood sustained him, Quirrell carried him, and once he had the Stone Harry knew he would be back.

            “Now, why don’t you give me that Stone in your pocket?”

So he knew. Harry stumbled backward.

            “Don’t be a fool,” snarled the face. “Better save your own life and join me… or you’ll meet the same end as your parents…They died begging for mercy….”

            “LIAR!” Harry shouted suddenly.

Quirrell was walking backward at him, so that Voldemort could still see him.

            “I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight…but your mother needn’t have died….she was trying to protect you…Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain…..”

            “NEVER!”

Harry sprang toward the flame door, but when Quirrell followed him with cries from Voldemort to “SIEZE HIM” Harry turned back. Quirrell pinned him to the ground with his knees. Quirrell raised his hand to perform a deadly curse, but Harry, by instinct, reached up and grabbed Quirrell’s face----

            “AAAARGH”

Quirrell rolled off him, his face blistering, too, and then Harry knew: Quirrell couldn’t touch his bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain….his only chance was to keep hold of Quirrell, keep him in enough pain to stop him from doing a fatal curse.

            He burned him as Quirrell tried to wrench his arm from his grasp as Voldemort shrieked “KILL HIM! KILL HIM” and somewhere other voices, “Harry! Harry!”, but all Harry saw was darkness.

    &&&

            “How long have I been here?” asked Harry.

            “Three days,” answered Dumbledore. Harry swallowed and looked around him. He realized he must be in the hospital wing. He was lying in a bed with white linen sheets, and next to him was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.

            “From your friends and admirers,” said Dumbledore. “What happened between you and Quirrell is a complete secret so of course the whole school knows. I believe Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic and confiscated it.”

            “Where are….”

“Both Miss Bulstrode and Miss Granger will be relieved that you have come round, so shall Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom, even Mr. Zabini showed a bit of interest in your well-being. Mr. Goyle even stopped by.”

            Really, thought Harry. He’d have to talk to Goyle later.

“Yes,” Dumbledore said, like he had read his mind. “I believe he brought that particular basket.” Dumbledore pointed to a silver and green basket that help loads and loads of Sugar Quills, which he knew were Goyle’s favorites.

            “The Stone?” said Harry.

And Dumbledore told him. That Harry had managed to hold onto the Stone long enough. That Dumbledore had found him just in time. And he told him what would now happen to Nicolas Flamel.

            “But that means he and his wife will die, won’t they?”

“They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die.”

            Dumbledore looked at Harry’s expression.

“Don’t fear death Harry. For to those who have a well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. As much money and life as you could want! As much power, but the trouble with being able to choose whatever you want it is that sometimes you choose wrong, and humans do have a knack for choosing precisely those thing that are wrong for them.”

            “And He….and Voldemort.”

Dumbledore gave him a kind smile.

            “He will be back. He is still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share…not being truly alive, he cannot be killed. He left Quirrell to die; which shows just how little mercy he has for his followers or his enemies.”

            Harry nodded, but stopped quickly because it made his head hurt. Then he said, “Sir, there are some other things I’d like to know, if you can tell me…things I want to know the truth about…..”

            “The truth,” Dumbledore sighed. “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not too in which case I hope you’ll forgive me.”

            “Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to keep him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place.”

            “Do you know why Quirrell couldn’t touch you? Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign…to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.”

            Dumbledore now became very interested in a bird out on the windowsill, which gave Harry time to dry his eyes on the sheet.

            “And the Cloak? You sent it to me?”

“Ah, your father happened to leave it in my possession, and I thought you might like it.” Dumbledore’s eye twinkled. “Useful thing…your father used it mainly for sneaking off to the kitchens to steal food when he was here.”

            “And Snape? Quirrell said Snape…”

“Professor Snape, Harry.”

            “Yes, him---Quirrell said he hates me because he hated my father. Is that true?”

“Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr. Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive. He saved his life.”

            “What?”

“Yes…” said Dumbledore dreamily. “Funny, the way people’s minds work, isn’t it? Professor Snape couldn’t bear being in your father’s debt…I do believe he worked so hard to protect you this year because he felt that would make him and your father even. Then he could go back to hating your father’s memory in peace….”

            “You found the Stone because you didn’t want it, only someone who didn’t crave such things, money, power, to live forever could have fetched the Stone….Quirrell should’ve known he couldn’t beat a child in that arena. Children don’t want things like that, they want things like these….”

            He picked up a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, and popped one in his mouth. He smiled, then choked and said, “Alas! Ear wax!”

  &&&

  Millicent, Hermione, Ron, the twins, Neville, Blaise, and begrudging looking Goyle trotted into the room even as Madam Pomfrey touted, “Only five minutes.”

            Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Harry was glad that she didn’t for he was still very sore.

            “Harry, we were sure you were going to….Dumbledore was so worried….”

“The whole school’s talking about it,” said Ron. “What really happened?”

            Harry told them.

“So, the Stone’s gone?” said Millicent finally.

            “We could have made a fortune, Potter,” said Blaise. “Where’s your enterprising spirit?”

“It was gone when I woke up, Blaise, Dumbledore returned it to the person it belongs too.”

            “Flamel,” Hermione filled in.

“What happened to you two?” Harry asked Millicent and Hermione.

            “Well, Mil….” Hermione started to say when Millicent cut her off.

“We got out okay,” said Millicent.

            Hermione gave her a look but continued.

“We were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall. He looked at us, and just knew. He said, “Harry’s gone after him, hasn’t he?” and hurtled off to the third floor.”

            “D’you think he meant you to do it?” said Blaise and Harry knew he meant the cloak.

“Of course, he did,” said Millicent. “Draco’s right, the old man’s off his rocker. Has been, if you want to believe my parents.”

            “No,” said Harry, eager to defend the old headmaster for some reason. “He’s a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea what the plan was, and instead of stopping us, he just gave us enough to help. I don’t think it was an accident he let me find out how that mirror worked. He thought I had the right to face him if I could.”

            Ignoring the looks his friends were giving each other, Harry asked about the House Cup.

“Slytherin won,” said a gloating Blaise.

            Ron rolled his eyes. “How is it our fault that Ravenclaw has a mutant team and practically steam rolled us that last match? That should be investigated.”

            Harry rolled his eyes.

At that moment, Madam Pomfrey bustled over.

            “You’ve had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT,” she said firmly.

  The day of the feast, Hagrid came to visit him. He looked scared to even touch Harry. Apparently, their little adventure had shaken Hagrid.

            “I brought yeh a present,” he said.

“It’s not a stout sandwich, is it?” said Harry anxiously, and at last Hagrid gave a weak chuckle.

            “Nah, Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. ‘Course he shoulda sacked me instead….anyway, got yeh this….”

            It seemed to be a handsome, leather covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father.

            “Sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ her photos…knew yeh didn’ have any…d’yeh like it?”

            Harry couldn’t speak, but Hagrid understood.

  Harry made his way down to the end of year feast alone that night. Slytherin were going to win for what would be the seventh year in a row. Huge banners were hung in silver and green from the ceiling of the Great Hall to celebrate their win. Not that Harry did much.

            A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table. Harry stopped, he wasn’t sure if he could do this. It seemed as if everyone else was already in the Great Hall, and he would be one of the last to enter. Maybe he should just turn around and go back to the hospital wing, surely someone would bring him some food. Even they didn’t, it wouldn’t be the first time he went to bed without dinner.

            Just as he turned around, he barely missed running into someone.

“And just where do you think you’re going, Potter? I do believe the feast is that way.”

            It was Snape.

“I was just….I thought I could go for a walk…”

            “To the Great Hall to all of your admirers, no doubt?”

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. He could go face to face with Voldemort, but he couldn’t face his surly Head of House.

            “What you did was irresponsible. You could have killed Ms. Bulstrode with your hero antics. As it stands, Gryffindor has 312 points, Hufflepuff 352, Ravenclaw 426 and my house has 472, but for your behavior and complete lack of respect for how things are done here, and loathe as I am to admit that I cannot ban you from coming back next year, I will be taking fifty points from Slytherin house.”

            And just like that the banners in the Great Hall changed from Green to Blue. “After you, Mr. Potter,” said Snape and defiantly Harry walked in the hall.

            Every eye turned to him even as Dumbledore began his speech.

Harry was deaf to it though as he thought about how much Snape hated him. It wasn’t enough what Harry had gone through to save the Stone, but to make sure that everyone else hadn’t hoisted Harry onto a platform Snape was willing to lose the House Cup when they already had it in the bag. He had to make sure that Harry knew what his place was, and now, everyone else would blame him for the loss.

            He sat down with Millicent and Blaise, keeping his eyes on the table even as he could feel the questioning gazes of the others around him.

            “It seems we have had a change in decoration,” said Dumbledore. “However, recent events must be taken into account.”

            Great. Harry could survive having Snape dock points, but not Dumbledore and certainly not in front of the whole school.

            “First, to Ms. Hermione Granger for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor House fifty points.”

            That took Gryffindor out of last place, and it seemed that Hermione’s house mates were exceedingly grateful.

            “Then, to Ms. Millicent Bulstrode for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Slytherin House fifty points.”

            Then that covered what Harry had just lost. He looked at Snape, but he didn’t look angry, he looked like he expected this.

            Then why?

“Thirdly, to Mr. Harry Potter…,” said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet… “For pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Slytherin sixty points.”

            It was a landslide. And the room erupted. Dumbledore raised his hand and the room gradually fell silent.

            “There are all kinds of courage,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Gregory Goyle.”

            The Slytherins all around them erupted in a way that Harry had never seen before. Each and every Slytherin even Malfoy seemed to be beside themselves with the news. Harry was even sure he spotted Tracey Davis giving Goyle a kiss on the cheek.

            “Which means,” said Dumbledore. “That we need to change this back.” He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became silver and green once again and the serpent was back in its place behind the Head Table.

            Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall’s hand with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, but McGonagall was keeping an eye on Hermione Granger who looked pleased as her housemates congratulated her on getting them out of last place. It seemed as if she was going to have more friends after all. Millicent smiled at him and Blaise clapped him on the back. Goyle sent him a thumbs up and even Draco sent him a smile, though he quickly covered it up.

            It was the best evening of Harry’s life, better than winning at Quidditch, or Christmas, or knocking out mountain trolls…he would never, ever forget tonight.

    Exam results were in. Millicent was at the top of their class, Hermione had beat them all. Even Goyle managed to pick up his grades, with Millicent promising that she would help tutor him some this summer.

            Hagrid was there to take them down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats. Harry would miss the silver and green scarf he had so often worn this year. He would have no need of it this summer. Finally, they pulled into the platform nine and three-quarters at King’s Cross station.

            “Home,” said Ron, but Harry couldn’t share the same sentiment.

“You must come and stay this summer,” said Ron. Fred and George echoed their assent.

            “Thanks,” said Harry. “I’ll need something to look forward to.”

People joined them as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of them called:

            “Bye, Harry!”

“See you, Potter!”

            “Have a nice summer, Harry.”

“Still famous,” said Millicent, grinning at him.

“Not where I’m going, I promise you,” said Harry.

He, Ron, and Millicent passed through the gateway together.

“There he is,” Mrs. Weasley said to her daughter. “Hello kids, busy year?”

            “Very,” said Harry. “Thanks for the fudge and the sweater, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Oh, it was nothing, dear.”

“Ready, are you?”

It was Uncle Vernon, still purple faced, still mustached, still looking furious at the nerve of Harry even existing, carrying an owl in a cage in a station full of ordinary people. Behind him stood Aunt Petunia and Dudley, looking terrified at the very sight of Harry.

            “You must be Harry’s family!” said Mrs. Weasley.

“In a manner of speaking,” said Uncle Vernon. “Hurry up, boy, we haven’t got all day.” He walked away.

Harry hung back for a last word with his friends.

            “See you over the summer, then.”

“Hope you have…er….a. good holiday,” said Hermione, who had caught up with them, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant. Millicent had her hand in her wand pocket.

            Harry stilled her with a look. After barely escaping Quirrell and expulsion more times than he could count, it wouldn’t do for Millicent to get caught hexing someone now, even if Uncle Vernon deserved it.

“Oh, I will,” said Harry, and they were surprised at the grin that spread over his face. “They don’t know we’re not allowed to use magic at home. I’m going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer….”

            Millicent smiled, proud of the Slytherin Harry had become.

[loco4scandal]

How propping Flint hijacked the Madi and Silver love story...

So it seems that I entered that special place in fandom... You know the place? When you realize that you love a character, couple or show and the writer has a different vision than yours. I always reserved that place for other fans. I would complain. Why won't they just let the writer tell his or her story? It's their vision not yours. Of course they "get" the character they created. Oh and my personal favorite... Why would they want to undermine, destroy their own character? They clearly have a plan, right? Shit, talk about a dose of comeuppance. Because here I sit writing this and pissed the entire fuck off at the last two episodes of Black Sails. Okay, correction! I wasn't pissed the entire fuck off, at first. I wasn't enamoured with episode 4x9 and the Series Finale, but I found joy in them. I embraced the parts I liked and made excuses for what I didn't. Most of that was fueled by the realization Queen Madi Scott was indeed going to survive the series. In my mind, as long as Madi lived and her and John were together, I could deal. Well, I was wrong and I have so many questions.

At what point did Madi become Flint's biggest supporter? Listen, I know that the Queen is compassionate. I know that she cares about people, but in the Series Finale when Madi thought Flint was dead, she teared up. Madi stood their with tears in her eyes over Flint. The same Madi who stood strong and watched Kofi's execution. The same Madi who stood strong at her father's funeral. The same Madi who turned down Woodes Rogers offer even after he told her he would raze Maroon Island to the ground and put her people back in shackles.  Madi Scott stood strong. She felt the pain and loss, but she didn't show it. However, I'm expected to believe that the mere thought of Flint's dying reduced  her to tears. The writers expect me to believe that the woman that the Black Sails Twitter account stated "has no weakness" would save that emotion for Flint. A man that she's said repeatedly she didn't trust. A man that the only common ground they have is books. That shared love of literature has somehow led us to Madi crying over the thought of him dead. This wasn't about books though or a friendship that was never shown on screen. This was about the writers need to humanize Flint. They needed to show someone caring, defending, siding with and worrying about Flint. They needed that to sell this Happily Ever After they had planned. How else was the audience expected to believe that he deserved it? Who else had the moral ground, the honor, the all around goodness to sell his redemption story? Only, Madi Scott. Remember, when Eleanor Guthrie was loathed? Of course you can. She was loathed the entire series, up until her death that is. Her redemption was build on saving Madi's life. Just as Flint's was. Who better than the most humane person on the show to humanize you? It doesn't particularly have to make sense. It just has to work, which it did. Never mind that it compromised Madi's character in the process. Remember, Flint knowingly signed Madi's death sentence when he stole the treasure and buried it and yet I don't remember him crying about it. So, why in the hell, was she being emotional over him?

At what point did Madi decide the safety and survival of her people was less important than this war? This is probably the biggest issue that I have with the writing for her over the back half of the final season because this was completely out of character. In Madi's very first scene with John in 3x4, she challenged him on why the Walrus Crew would turn down the Pirate Pardons. She expressed to him that as much as her people hated the English, if they were given the opportunity to truly be free, they would not so roundly reject it. Well, Madi was offered exactly that by Woodes Rogers twice. Twice and both times she turned him down flat. Not only that but in the Finale she ends her relationship with Silver because he brought the offer to the Maroon Chiefs and all the rest agreed to it. Her people have their freedom. That is all she ever wanted. Madi told Silver once that a leaders job was to serve his or her people and sometimes by serving them you have to do the hard thing. Signing a treaty with the "Evil Empire" is certainly a hard thing. However, if it stops death and destruction wouldn't that be the right thing to do. How does she serve them by getting herself and them killed? What was the endgame here? Was the entire purpose of having her obsessed with this war to make Flint's cause seem more noble that it actually was? 

At what point did loving a good woman become a sign of weakness?

Seriously though, how many references did we see citing Madi being Silver's weakness. At first, it felt romantic. Like here is this powerful, intelligent, fear inducing man, but Madi is his everything. It makes him vulnerable. I loved that because isn't that what love does? The idea of surrendering your heart to another and trusting them with it.? So why is it that Silver's love for Madi became a character flaw? How many times did we see his love for her used to paint him as irrational or weak? Mind you Flint is trying to set the world on fire for a lost love, but I've yet to hear anyone refer to him as weak for that. Jack gave up a damn Man-of-War and got Teach keelhauled to save Anne, but I never once heard him described as weak. Stupid yes, but not weak. Yet, John is repeatedly referred to as weak for having the audacity to want to save his wife. How dare John Silver not let his Queen martyr herself. She wants to die for Flint's war. Why won't he let her?

At one point were we going to get Long John Silver because I missed that shit? What I didn't miss however, was Flint still being in command and running everything (including Silver and Madi's relationship) until the last 30 minutes of the series? Do you know how disappointing it is to see Luke Arnold be a damn badass on one leg and have it all be for naught. Like really! Silver was fighting damn battles on one leg and a crutch. Killing folks left and damn right, out smarting everyone in the room all while looking good as hell and yet... it still wasn't enough to feel like "The Rise of Silver". Why? Because the writers refused to sideline Flint. Oh, they said Silver was King, but guess what, they still allowed Flint to co-lead. They even made it Silver's idea by having him repeatedly question whether he could lead alone. That doesn't describe the only man that Flint ever feared? What's the point of being a Pirate King if the writers refuse to let you wear the crown?

There are so many questions I have regarding the OOC writing that Madi especially, received in the last few episodes. The biggest question however is why would the Black Sails writers kneecap the most exciting couple on their show? They purposely undermined the foundation of their Canon couple. All in the name of propping a character who honestly, should have been able to stand on his own?

[gaysails]

Black Sails

me reblogging that meme like “wow I hope someone says black sails bc that’s all I’ve been thinking about for the last three months” lol bless you

my all time ultimate fave character: james flint owns this ass… BUT for the record if I had to choose between him or max living through the finale I’d pick max no question…

character I didn’t used to like but now do: jack fuckin rackham

character I used to like but now don’t: not like I was ever a billy stan to begin with but he’s been Cancelled in my mind since 4.02 lol

character I’m indifferent about: ehhhh featherstone I guess?? is as close to indifferent as I get about any of the characters on this show where characterization is something they consistently excel at almost more than anything else

character who deserved better: M I S T E R  S C O T T  HOLY FUCK the most criminally underused character in tv history

ship I’ve never been able to get into: apparently abigail/billy is a thing people do? gross

ship I’ve never been able to get over: james flint loves john silver and I’m gonna be repeating this truth to my cold grave

cute, low-key ship: nothing on this show is cute but I was always low-key rooting for eleanor and mrs hudson to have a thing

unpopular ship that I still enjoyed: I don’t think there is a single applicable pairing that could go here lol. miranda/me

ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: is this asking about on the show or in fandom…. anyway I stand by abigail/billy being the worst fandom ship but also w**des r*gers is an abomination so by the transitive property his marriage is too

favorite storyline/moment: UGHH this is! impossible! flint and silver in the forest in 3.10 will always be God Tier. everything with max and anne in the back half of s2 plus their epic romance scene in the snow from 4.08 that I will never recover from. any and every scene that has thomas or is thomas-adjacent lmao especially when flint and miranda talk about him… IF HE WERE HERE HE’D AGREE WITH ME! actually that entire scene is also God Tier as well as the follow-up where flint gets drunk as hell and inadvertently gives eleanor weird mixed signals. silver’s arc in s2! I’m gonna stop now

storyline that never should have been written: the manner in which they faked madi’s death was imo the grossest writing decision they’ve made (worse than the r*pe storyline which was at least handled with seriousness and awareness) and I’m still side eying everything they’ve done with her since then tbh. she better have some INCREDIBLE scenes in the last two episodes to make up for this

my first thoughts on the show: I went looking for my original liveblogging from when I watched seasons 1 and 2 but I didn’t post a lot about it apparently? probably because I didn’t know anyone except paige who was watching it so I’d just text her my reactions instead lmao… anyway I remember being in love with max from day one. honestly there were sooo many times I can recall being like WOW CAN’T BELIEVE THE WOMEN ARE THE BEST THING ABOUT THIS SHOW! like miranda was initially my fave after max and she still has a very special place in my heart and I miss her every day. silver I could not have cared less about. I had seen some s2 gifs of maxanne so I went in expecting to love anne immediately but I was a lot more conflicted about her my first time through? probably because I wasn’t invested in jack At All so I’m sitting through all of s1 like “okay when does she dump him for max already.” my first thoughts on flint were that he was gonna be like a walter white type antihero (though hopefully not as horrible as walt) and then s2 came and smacked me in the face with TRAGIC GAY ORIGIN STORY and since that day my life has never known peace and seventeen thousand snakes have manifested in my home. also important first thought was that the theme song went Hard

my thoughts now: still waiting to see it in its entirety but it might be my second favorite tv show of all time? thanks paige. beautifully shot, beautifully acted, incredibly dense and rewarding (for the most part) writing, IMPECCABLE character work on every level, so much slow burn and gratifying payoff it makes me weep, it’s about Cycles and Constants like two of my other favorite shows but blows their portrayals of women and queer romances out of the water (HAH) so in hindsight I was doomed from the start. flint is my gay uncle and the theme song still goes Hard

[elenorgthrie]

The Black Sails Tag

So I’ve kinda sorta not really been tagged by @mrsbarlowswife who offered it up to everyone and since I’m a giant Black Sails nerd I couldn’t resist.

Your favourite character: I’ve barely started and I can’t decide. I know my url is mseleanorguthrie and I do love Eleanor she is the love of my life and is my first favorite but I also love Miranda Fucking Barlow. Honestly the woman is a fucking powerhouse and I didn’t appreciate her until season 2 and I just love her so much. She’s a goddamn queen and just uggh. So to recap I have two favorites: Eleanor and Miranda. 

Which character do you not like? UURGH someone is probably gonna hate me for this but I’m gonna have to say Charles Vane. I appreciate how he cared for Eleanor (although some could say their’s wasn't the healthiest of relationships) and he did tell her the truth about herself even though she didn’t listen in those final moments but what he did to Max is unforgivable. 

Flint VS Silver? Hmm. I’m gonna have to choose Flint. I love Silver but Flint especially with the back story we got in Season 2. Damn It all makes sense and it also makes me cry like a baby. 

Anne Bonny vs Eleanor? Eleanor! Oh Eleanor! My messed up child. Now don’t get me wrong I love Anne. She’s an adorable kitten that will scratch you but desperately needs someone to love and I love Maxanne (cuz I admit it is a hell of a lot more healthier relationship than Maxanor). But Eleanor always Eleanor. She’s messed up, she swears like a sailor, she just destroys whatever makes her happy because she feels like she can’t be happy. I’m pretty sure she has abandonment issues through the roof but I love her and will always root for her.

Eleanor VS Max? Why do you do this to me. Once again I’m gonna have to choose Eleanor. 

Anne Bonny VS Max? Max. She is such a goddamn queen that I can’t. I hope she runs away with her gold and lives a happy life till the end of her days. Just her storyline alone is amazing. Honestly I don’t think I could ever say how much I adore Max. 

Favorite TV Show ? How long did you watch ? Why ? Black Sails is my favorite tv show. I’ve been watching for like idk. 3 or 4 years now? Funny you should ask why I started watching it but 3 years ago being the baby gay that I am I was perusing AfterEllen.com like you do and I saw an article on Black Sails and it was talking about Maxanor. Now I was desperate and decided to try one episode. I tried it and began watching it for the Maxanor scenes, fell in love with Max and Eleanor and continued and then season 2 happened and I fell in love. 

What is you favorite ship? Why do you like? Oh boy this is a hard question to answer. 

- Maxanor: My first, my favorite. Maxanor holds a very special place in my heart because it combines my love of Eleanor and my love of Max into one ship plus it was the reason I started watching and I still hope they get back together kicking Woodes Rogers off the island and living as pirate queens together for the rest of their lives. Now I know that in the beginning it wasn't the stablest relationship due to the power imbalance but I think that as the series went on their roles became more equal also they are too badass not to be a power couple. 

- FlintHamilton(s): I love FlintHamilton but my OT3 is James/Thomas/MIRANDA! Seriously talk about a power threesome. They were the perfect pair and they loved each other so much and in some fics that I’ve read Miranda is cast off to the side or is seen as a beard to Thomas/Flint but she was a valuable member of their partnership and she is a fucking goddess and it breaks my heart that England took everything away from them when they were so happy together. 

Hmm so I don’t talk to many people who watch Black Sails so I think I’ll tag @shineresponsiblyucrazydiamond, @kuraginas and @jimmy-sarraf. Hi all!!