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azul-marie · 3 years ago

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Hehe the relationship hcs were so good!! Can I get the same but with Anne, Ryu and Hokusai, please?

hello! thanks for requesting. i’m glad you liked those earlier headcanons! i hope you like these, too. please take care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: anne faulkner. ryu natsume. masaki hokusai.

anne:

they are not easily romanced. anne is used to empty words and giddy glances, done with the hopes of scoring a private session without considering their thoughts on the matter. which is why he might be so taken by the lack of your nerves, lacking excitement of being with the one and only anne faulkner, who you don’t seem too eager to please. it’s as if you know of their wonder of you, this fascination they have of your nonchalance. it was like a cat and mouse game, a chase between two, back and forth then back again.

expensive, exciting dates are a guarantee when it comes to anne, but even he likes simplicity now and then; they’ve a way of turning any little activity into a date. whether it’s a quick run to the market, cleaning up messy rooms, or simply watching overdramatized reality television shows, anne makes the occasion romantic as can be. any moment spent with you is worthy of celebrating.

you’re one of his favorite models for swank. they do an excellent job at comforting/encouraging you if you’re camera-shy, and if it comes to it, anne will personally take photos of you so you trust you’re in good hands.

makeup is important to their overall style, so you’re the first to see their newest look before they go off to work or post a quick selfie online. even if you’re not the most experienced with makeup either on others or yourself, anne trusts your evaluation and takes your advice fairly seriously. they’ll also want to practice on you/help you learn if you’d like.

in a way, your casual approach comforts him. you do not seem him as an idol, someone to worship, something to lust after or want. you see them the way they’ve always wanted to be seen, like anybody wants to be seen — a person with hopes, dreams, wants and needs. a person with fragile love to give, now to you, and you alone.

ryu:

it is much too obvious, ryu’s fondness for you. to no one’s surprise, he is not subtle in the slightest. when you first met, all he could do was stare and blink and peek at you from behind counters and around corners. mysterious gifts find their way to you; pigeon feathers stuffed inside a birthday card despite it not being your birthday; plucked dandelions with roots still attached piled neatly by your doorstep; and once, a paper slip of messy doodles of hearts surrounding what you presumed was you found hidden in your purse. it was very cute. you’re not very sure how it got in there.

dates vary depending on his mood. sometimes he invites you over for lunch, which turns out to be shiki’s homework snuck onto a plate. (yohei was not amused.) or invitations for drinks, shaken and/or stirred by yours truly. (yohei won’t let him serve you any of his experiments, though.) usually, he likes exploring all over town, especially when he’s bored and doesn’t have a clue of where else to take you. prepare for a flurry of silly conversations and sore feet by the end of the day.

puzzles are a normal part of his day, mostly before bedtime so his brain’s frazzled enough to sleep. he has a variety of puzzles to choose from, and will let you choose whichever one you’d like whenever you spend the night. he might even do them with the pictures facing up, if you ask him sweetly enough.

based off his verse in “my sweetest love”, ryu thrives in excitement and chaos, his spirit a whirlwind merry-go-round you find yourself riding along on. his oddity is his charm, a magic he casts, enough to make you feel sky high up in the clouds. he’s not afraid of showing you crazy, new, exhilarating experiences, all while falling more and more for your beauty and self.

there is a sadness in his secrecy. for all his exuberance, wild laughs and bites of love, ryu is unlike anyone or anybody else. memories like puzzle pieces, unable to click together in harmony, keeps him detached from worldly places. but you are apart of this unkept world, a refuge for him to hide in. even if nothing else makes sense for him, you do. and you’re here, right at his fingertips, at the tip of his tongue.

hokusai:

his heart is fond of cute and soft things. it is no wonder he takes a liking to you, then. this began as a love between strangers, little meetings of chance. at school, where you took extra classes with him, at bus stops, riding into town together, in sunlit alleys, cuddling newborn kittens and their sleepy mama. hokusai relishes familiarity, and yours was the sweetest he’s known. he follows you anywhere you let him, a giant shadow of a puppydog, too content to chase after the outline of the one he likes the most.

dates can be as simple as sitting side-by-side on a quiet street bench, holding hands and whispering words. hokusai places time spent together higher than money or materials, both which can be lost and gained later. but time forms memories lasting, a kind to look back upon with joy. if it’s with you, it’s sure to make him happy.

wandering around town is his favorite pastime, one he introduces as a daily routine for you both. there are stops on nearly every corner on nearly every street, where stray cats bask in sunlight, bask in the gentle pats he lays on their bellies. they’ve warmed up to you a great deal, to a point they’ll let you feed them snacks from the palm of your hand. (hokusai is very proud.)

he doesn’t mind being teased by his family when they notice how enamored he is with you. they are used to his head pats and hugs and snuggles, but seeing him give shy kisses to your cheeks, seeing how softly he holds you when you spend the night, or how he insists on buying you any trinkets you like, it’s all too cute for them not to tease.

this is a simple, pure sort of love. hokusai is a man gentle of heart and mind, an undeserving outcast thrown into a cruel, sharp world. in everything he does, he hopes to soften out its edges, its points that poke, starting with him and the family he loves. now for you, too. the softest, cutest piece of this world — one he’ll cherish with his life.

#anne faulkner #ryu natsume #hokusai masaki #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live #paralive #i’m finally going through the drama track translations and i #🥺🥺🥺#ryoga’s so cute…..his gap is too much (crying emoji)#also rokuta’s super cute too!!!! 1nm8 sharing a bed to keep his nightmares away….i’m out here crying i guess #i’ve only read those lmao but i’m excited for the rest!!! (except for amprule)#chungsung (derogatory)#his voice though?? it’s just 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼#too bad he sucks LMAO

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morelikedoccock · 3 years ago

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Hello ! I propose "Yeah. You're in love with me" said by a cocky reader.

Ock deserves to be teased, just a little bit 😏

Thank you !

This was different than my usual reader vibe (at least for the first part) and it was super fun!! Love a good cocky character😆👌🏼

Doc Ock x Gender neutral reader

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You shift, squirm, but you can’t break free. In fact, you can hardly move.

“This is getting old, you know,” you say, feeling the familiar twinge of misgiving. You know it’s not the best idea to antagonize your captor, but he hasn’t hurt you for it… yet.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The man sitting at the desk nearby swivels on his stool and surveys you from behind dark goggles. There’s something in his face, in the twist of his mouth— you can figure out why but it makes you tingle.

“This is the fifth time you’ve used me as leverage against the cops in the past two weeks,” you tell him. “You know you could just let me go once you’re out of sight of them, instead of hauling me all the way here, right?”

You can't help it; a crooked grin finds its way onto your lips.

“It’s almost like you enjoy my company, Doctor,” you say.

Doctor Otto Octavius pushes himself slowly to his feet, then walks over to where one of his metal, tentacle-like arms is still holding you fast to a big metal pole. Your heart stutters slightly as he seems to look you over, inch by inch, then he pushes the goggles up onto his forehead. His eyes— lord, his eyes— are a beautiful golden brown, warm in color if not in expression.

“You’re quite chatty for someone in such a dangerous situation,” he drawls. You find your tongue, having lost track of it for a few seconds while you stared at the movement of his lips, and chuckle. You don’t really have much to lose if he really does decide to do something to you, but something tells you he won’t.

“If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done it the first time you grabbed me. Remember, when I swore at you for five minutes straight before you decided to gag me? If anything, this is just becoming inconvenient at this point.”

His mouth, his lovely, soft mouth, twitches.

“I know how to recognize an antagonistic comment when I hear one, sweetheart,” he says. You watch the way his lips curl, entranced.

“Say that again,” you hear your voice say. He frowns.

“I said, I know how to recognize an antagonistic comment when I hear one.”

“No, no, the other thing.”

“What?”

“You called me ‘sweetheart.’”

You’re probably going to get yourself firmly on your way toward being maimed (at least) with this, but it’s worth a shot.

“What of it?”

Otto’s voice nearly smokes with irritation. Yep, you’re well and truly fucked. Might as well go for it.

“You keep kidnapping me over and over,” you say, holding his irate gaze, “almost as if you enjoy spending time around me, and you just called me sweetheart. Is it possible you’re sweet on me, perhaps?”

Otto stares at you, unmoving, his eyes wide. You plow on ahead.

“You still haven’t killed me even though I’ve done my best to annoy you, which is incredible in itself.”

Taking what will likely be your last look at his amazingly handsome face, you buckle down and hammer the final nail in your own coffin.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you might be in love with me.”

Otto splutters.

“I’m— what?!”

“Yeah, you’re in love with me.”

There’s a painfully long moment of silence. You prepare yourself to feel the metal around you tighten, to be crushed against the pole behind you, but the pain never comes. Instead, you watch in genuine shock as Otto Octavius begins to blush.

The color is slow at first, creeping up his neck, then it floods into his cheeks.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he growls, turning away, but the metal around your waist rattles to life, releasing you from its hold. You gasp at the sudden absence of pressure, then rub some life back into your skin.

“Doctor?” you ask, feeling almost timid. “I— can I go?”

He drops onto the stool at his desk and grunts. On a different day, you would’ve jogged out immediately, but today you hesitate. You’d been bluffing, right? Just teasing him, trying to get a rise out of him. It’s not like you’ve been thinking about him as you lie awake in bed at night. Or daydreaming of his eyes as you commute to work. Or— oh, fuck. Okay.

You take a few steps toward him, and his actuators swing around, clicking their claws menacingly. Nervous, you stop.

“Doctor Octavius, I— I’m going to get coffee tomorrow evening around 8pm at an all-night cafe I like on 17th street, then go to the park nearby. It wouldn’t—” you swallow. “—It wouldn’t be terrible to see you there… and sitting on a park bench would definitely be more comfortable than being pinned to that pole. I’ll get you something from the cafe, my treat, but uh, no pressure.”

You can feel your own face growing warm, so you spin and break into your customary jog out of the run-down hideout. It’s unlikely that he’ll take you up on your offer, since he’ll probably think it’s a trap, but you haven’t sold him out to the law yet, and you don’t plan to. You’ll be at the park tomorrow around 8:30pm with two cups of coffee, regardless of what he decides to do.

Despite his rough exterior, he seems to have a soft heart. He strikes you as a milk-and-sugar kind of man. You smile, and head toward home.

#cerbin answers #asks #anon asks #cerbin writes #doc ock #x reader #doc ock x reader #cue cute and awkward nighttime park date

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brummiereader · 24 days ago

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@call-sign-shark sorry I'm late reading this, Shark 🙈!

Ahhh, you really set the scene from the very beginning with Luca strolling through New York. The beginning felt so in tune with an old Hollywood movie with your detailed descriptions 👌🏼. I felt fully submerged from the very start 😍, which only increased my life long desire to visit New York. Maybe not Tina's butcher shop though 😳😂.

The Cacciatore weren't just respected; they were beloved. Always ready to offer their help and hard work to the community, their influence had grown in ways that, normally, should have taken years to achieve. This was a pretty interesting detail about the Cacciatore family. It feels a stark contrast to the way Luca and his mob made it to the top. And in all honesty, Tina seems pretty friendly and welcoming like described. But she has a certain something about her, that Luca seemed to pick up on too, that sets her apart 😬.

That was when he saw her. The young woman behind the counter, a disarming smile lighting up her pretty face. -“Buonasera! How can I help you?” see, so sweet! I don't even think it's an act to hide her second occupation, I genuinely think she's pretty warm and open to those she doesn't see as a threat.

Her long dark hair, styled in two long braids and falling over her shoulders like a cascade of brown ink, danced softly behind her as she moved with confidence and light steps from one client to the other. Luca took a moment to reply, his shoulders squared as he studied her. It was her eyes that caught him off guard: one a deep, unsettling black, the other a piercing yellow that sparkled like a predator's. The description of her appearance is quite striking! If it wasn't for her friendly demeanour, I think I'd feel totally thrown off by her eyes! I love how you described the yellow tone one as predatory. Is Tina predatory? I'm having a hard time reading her, which is probably what she'd prefer 😂.

"As honest as the torturer who works for him?" He pressed with a low voice, a whisper that crept into her marrow, "they say even the toughest men fear him..." Ahh, I loved her unexpected reaction to Lucas statement 👌🏼. She was totally unfazed by his remarks. I got the sense she rather enjoyed the fact that everyone thinks this deadly assassin is a man.

What do they look like if they are not made of claws and teeth, Principesa?" I won't be able to handle it if he continues to call her Princess. My brain momentarily stopped functioning in that moment 🥴.

First, monsters don't work in butcher shops, signore. Monsters are people, and they look just. like. you." Oooh this line 👌🏼. He's probably the biggest monster in all of New York! And you can just tell how that statement unnerved him.

Really loved this first chapter Shark, and what I felt, was a dark, toying, twisted way of how two murderers flirt 😈. Can't wait to what else you have in store for us!

Pairing: Luca Changretta x OFC

Summary: When Luca Changretta steps into Cacciatore's Fine Meat he expects answers. He also expects to scare the patriarch away from his business. Instead, he meets the butcher's daughter, a charming, sharp girl with a little something that manages to creep him out.

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Warnings: mention of torture, age gap.

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The bitter smoke of Luca's cigarette swirled into the crisp, winter air of New York as he lingered in the shadows and watched the storefront of Cacciatore's Fine Meat. Spinetta's fearsome capo stood tall and still, his posture immaculate, exuding the kind of control that came naturally to a man who had spent his entire life hiding what he truly felt. Dressed in a tailored coat that hugged his broad shoulders and lean body, Luca's charming silhouette looked exactly like what he truly was: a calculating and ruthless mafioso.

The butcher shop sat between a cobbled and a bakery, with its gleaming windows and the warm fairy lights that gave it a cozy, welcoming aspect. But despite the cleanliness and aesthetic of the place, there was something about it that didn't quite fit in the bustling neighborhood. If one would listen to the rumors whispered through the Italian quarter, one would learn that the Cacciatore had come from a small Sicilian town near Aragona, helped by the Sambati family, a name heavy with influence in the Italian diaspora. Carmine Cacciatore and Gino Sambati were childhood friends and, with the help of the latter, the butcher shop opened its doors only one week after their arrival in New York. One day the building was abandoned, the other it became a brand new store, as if it had always been there.

It wasn't the perfect cuts of meat or the Sicilian delicacies that drew Luca here tonight, but plain business. When his family —the Changretta— returned to New York, they were welcomed by unsettling news. The Cacciatore weren't just respected; they were beloved. Always ready to offer their help and hard work to the community, their influence had grown in ways that, normally, should have taken years to achieve.

And there was another rumor. One far more dark.

The Cacciatore had dealing with the mafia and were starting to inch dangerously close to the Changretta's business. While wiping a whole well-known family would have been troublesome in more than one way, Luca could put an end to their schemes. He had both the men and resources to do so. What restrained him were the whispers of a monster working for the Cacciatore. Tales of a torturer in their employ — someone so cruel, so creative in their methods of torture, that even the most hardened men broke under their hand. And even if Luca wasn't one to fall for gossip, he couldn't ignore the cold note of fear in those murmurs. The Spinetta were terrified, and it could not be, by any means, good news.

Flicking the cigarette into the gutter nearby, the tall mafioso adjusted his coat, the faint creak of leather melting with the ambient hustle and bustle of Little Italy as he walked toward the shop.

The brass bell of the door jingled above him, its cheerful chime echoing in the whole shop and offering an odd contrast with the thick, iron-heavy scent of blood that hung in the air. Admittedly, the shop was well taken care of. The tiled floor was shining under rows of hanging meats and spotless glass cases filled with various cuts of lamb, pork, veal, and beef. Framed photographs were nailed to the walls from here and there — sepia-toned pictures of Sicily. After a quick observation of the place, Luca headed to the line in front of the counter and removed his leather gloves with a slow meticulous motion before tucking them into his coat pocket. That smell, blood blended with faint spices, suddenly mixed with another one, more unexpected: some sweeter floral fragrances.

That was when he saw her. The young woman behind the counter, a disarming smile lighting up her pretty face.

“Buonasera! How can I help you?”

Tina Cacciatore's voice was warm and sweet, with her charming Sicilian accent faint yet present enough to be immediately noticed. Her long dark hair, styled in two long braids and falling over her shoulders like a cascade of brown ink, danced softly behind her as she moved with confidence and light steps from one client to the other. Luca took a moment to reply, his shoulders squared as he studied her. It was her eyes that caught him off guard: one a deep, unsettling black, the other a piercing yellow that sparkled like a predator's. She tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the newcomer's silence. The corner of her wide smile pulled just a fraction too far and revealed abnormally sharp and pointy canine teeth.

"Your shop," He began with a calm voice but whose tone was edged with steel, "has made quite a name for itself. Impressive for strangers." He tapped his long fingers lightly against the wooden counter in an absent gesture for his green gaze kept exploring the details of the young woman. A kid in her 20s. She was wearing a simple black apron over a white blouse and her hands, small and fragile, were dusted with both flour and blood. Casual butcher's hands if it weren't for the scabs on her knuckles.

Tina remained unfazed, her smile unwavering, "Grazie. We're proud to bring a little piece of home to the neighborhood!" She beamed at him and he noticed that the sweet scent he had smelled came from her: an intoxicating mixture of floral perfume and the unmistakable tang of raw meat, "Are you there to taste our new arrival of finest meat?"

Luca’s lips twitched, the hint of a smirk forming on his lips. At this very moment he wished he hadn't forgotten his match, his teeth needing to bite at something, “No, I’m not.” If her mismatched eyes were disturbing, his held the most weight — cold, penetrating and watchful, green irises scanning everything. Eyes that quickly made her understand that the man in front of her came for business other than what the shop could provide.

The young woman leaned on the counter, "Then what is it, Signore? Did someone send you to complain about the salami? I promise, if they say it's too salty, they're absolutely wrong." Her tone was still playful and her grin widened even more, but this time there was something peculiar in the way she held herself: a hint of tension.

"I've heard things about your family," Luca stepped closer, resting his hand on the counter, fingers splaying across its polished surface with the discreet but clear intention of threatening her, "About your... Connections. Word is, you're mixing in business that doesn't belong to you."

For a moment, Tina's smile froze but it didn't falter. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, so warm she could have melted his heart in other circumstances, "People will say anything to make themselves feel important or to break with their boring routine, won't they?" She stopped laughing suddenly, so suddenly that the silence felt weirdly heavy when she did, "But you shouldn't believe everything you hear... Mister?" "Luca. Luca Changretta."

It felt like a blade falling on the neck of a prisoner, and for the briefest moment, the air in the shop seemed to shift completely. Shit. The simple mention of the name made her whole body tense, not quite visibly or at least not to an untrained eye, but the charming mafiosi caught her faint hesitation and the way her hand hovered a second too long over the countertop before she finally rested it lightly on the wood, next to his. Their fingers brushed together. "Changretta," she repeated with her unwavering grin as the name melted on her tongue as if she was tasting it. A bitter, disgusting taste. Her smile might be intact, but it no longer reached her mismatched eyes, just like she had a faulty contact, "Of course, I've heard of you. But still, it doesn't explain why a man like you is here if it's not to buy something."

Still pretending to ignore the purpose behind his grim presence, she tilted her head again and this time, her yellow eye caught the light and shone bright. To be honest, Luca was starting to reach the limits of his patience: if there was something he hated, it was beating around the bush and he hated it almost as much as seeing her not being particularly afraid of him.

"I'm here to warn your father."

"My father is an honest man who makes honest money, Mister Changretta." She retorted, but Luca refused to take her words for the truth. Instead, he leaned over the counter to get closer to her.

"As honest as the torturer who works for him?" He pressed with a low voice, a whisper that crept into her marrow, "they say even the toughest men fear him..."

His words didn't reach the expected reaction though: rather than looking at him with fear and surprise, Tina's grin stretched wider and she got even closer to him to bring her rosy lips to his ear, "It's funny, isn't it?" The rest of her sentence lingered in the air for one long second, carried by the softness of her voice. The softness of a child confessing something almost intimate, "People love monsters. They build them up in their heads, give them claws and teeth... "

Luca felt a sudden chill creeping down his spine for the weight of her words sounded wrong when paired with the innocent but oh-so-fake lilt in her tone. Even though his expression remained carefully neutral, his fingers had started drumming once again on the counter, "Monsters." He repeated before straightening and as he did his long coat fell perfectly into place, as if every movement were rehearsed, "What do they look like if they are not made of claws and teeth, Principesa?" His voice was merely a murmur and his gaze, piercing and glimmering under the warm light, locked with her with so much power that it felt he could see straight through her.

She stepped back and crossed her arms, shrugging like she would do in the most casual conversation, "First, monsters don't work in butcher shops, signore. Monsters are people, and they look just. like. you." The youngster purposefully paused between each of her last three words before she winked at him with a carefree look on her face, "And people? They bleed like everyone else."

The frown that appeared on his handsome face echoed his instincts, which screamed at him that there was more to her than what his eyes were seeing. No, he had definitely stepped in the right place: in a rat nest.

"Now, if you have nothing to buy please just leave. Clients are waiting." She concluded.

For a moment, he thought about snatching one of the sharp knives that were near him and putting it under her throat to wipe that goddamn smile out of her lips but all he did was force a polite grin and step back.

"Well, thank you for the conversation Signorina. I'll be seeing you soon."

Tina waved him off, her expression as bright as ever, "Goodbye, Signore! Don't forget to try the salami next time."

As Luca's tall silhouette stepped back into the cold streets of Little Italy, he couldn't shake the unease curling in his chest. An unpleasant feeling, a combination of irritation and adrenaline, he hadn't felt in years. Tina Cacciatore had shown him nothing but charm and warmth, matching with the description of the cute, kind butcher's daughter next door people spoke of, and yet her presence still haunted him.

The kind girl next door doesn't have this "wrong thing" in her smile. The kind girl next door doesn't have wounded knuckles nor that very odd scar slashing across her eyebrow. He thought.

And, like that, Luca knew.

He knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning.

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#luca changretta #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta series #luca changretta imagine #luca changretta fanfiction #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders series #peaky blinders imagine

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years ago

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What is your favorite Snape quote from the books?

(Ayyy my first anonymous ask!! Noice)

Ahhh this is hard, anon (I missed saying that), I love literally every word that comes out of that man’s mouth (not just words 🌚).

I have… two different kinds? Not sure if that’s the right word but yeah. There are the iconic quotes that’re iconic because of the emotional it holds (i.e. “Always”), and the iconic quotes that are iconic due to its humour/sass (i.e. “Ghosts are transparent”).

The emotional/iconic quotes then:

“Do not use that word”

and

“Lately only those whom I could not save”

“Always” got nothing on these two quotes. 😌

The funny/crack ones:

“That is just as well, Potter,” said Snape coldly, “because you are neither special nor important, and it is not up to you to find out what the Dark Lord is saying to his Death Eaters.” “No — that’s your job, isn’t it?” Harry shot at him. He had not meant to say it; it had burst out of him in temper. For a long moment they stared at each other, Harry convinced he had gone too far. But there was a curious, almost satisfied expression on Snape’s face when he answered. “Yes, Potter,” he said, his eyes glinting. “That is my job.”

(my mans proud of himself 😌)

“Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. Ghosts are transparent.”

(😭😭😭)

“Potter, when I want nonsense shouted at me I shall give you a Babbling Beverage. And Crabbe, loosen your hold a little. If Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork and I am afraid I shall have to mention it on your reference if ever you apply for a job.”

(this quote might just be my all-time favourite tbh. He’s so funny I can’t-)

“Would you like me to do it now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?”

(homeboy’s really calling Albus Dumbledore out like it’s nothing 👌🏼)

“What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter? Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.”

(WHY IS THIS LINE NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH? It’s literally one of his best quotes)

So yeah, I think that’s pretty much it. But like I said, all his quotes are amazing. He probably has all the best quotes out of every HP character (Harry comes close though).

Thank you for the (anonymous 🥰) ask! Have a great day, anon!

#severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #anti snaters #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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fluffallamaful · 3 years ago

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i have been so busy 😭 i just want to curl up in a room and write lee dream and i caaaaannn’t 😭

if anyone has any lee dream hcs (c! or cc!) that they would like to share, please do 🙏🏼 even if we’ve heard them already i just want to talk about hiiimm 😖

here are my current thoughts. basically a collection or my favourite lee!dream hcs

bee!dream getting feet tickles with a flower. trying to kick the flower away, but the action making it tickle even more

blob!dream/bee!dream getting tummy tickles and then transforming back into his human state mid way though ( @emmadoodle 😭)

blob!dream squeak laugh. dream squeak laugh. dream hiccup squeak laugh gasp wheeze thing

dream going “nOHohoho!!” when he’s flustered and giggly

dream pleading to george in his ‘george voice’ while getting soft tickles

XD holding c!dream upside down and skittering nails over tummy. dream being too weak to reach his hands up to stop him

dream getting flustered by soft tummy tickles 🤌🏼👌🏼🤌🏼👌🏼🤌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

dream being weak to anticipation. outing himself in hide and seek because waiting for the seeker is too much for him

dream being called “smiley” as a tease

squidgame!dream being tickled to give up the hat, but being too stubborn to let it go

c!dream being feather sensitive on his face because of his mask. dream with ticklish cheeks. dream being ticklish on his tummy in the same spots that his blob skin’s cheeks would be

fnaf lee!dream 🙌🏼

#llamas concepts #this wasn’t supposed to be this long #i just love him 😭/p #please send through ideas #lee!dream

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heesulovebot · 3 years ago

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k so i finished f4 and i just gotta say that the production and cinematography and editing was actually really good. the way the narrative flowed with interjections sometimes was so nice from a stylistic perspective and y'know added to the overarching messages and it was really well made in that respect. however, like every other adaptation, i will never root for the lead guy (in this case, thyme) because the overall romantic storyline perpetuates the toxic message that girls can "fix" their boyfriends and it's their responsibility to bare all that emotional burden and frustration. and like,,, it's 2022,,,, can we not? (don't even get me started on the literal trauma that was inflicted on gorya and how she- as the quintessential strong woman ((except she's literally a seventeen year old girl))- shouldered all of that and had to always be the bigger person). anyways besides the romance being terrible, some things i did like besides the technical parts:

gorya and kaning's friendship: truly a beautiful sisterhood 😭💕

MJ!!!! tbh even tho my eyes naturally went to kavin because win lmao, mj stole every scene he was in. nani was so natural at it and he's actually so opposite to his character irl. @g*m PLS give nani a lead role 🙏🏼 i would watch that drama in a heartbeat

on that note: mj and kavin's friendship 😩💕 they were literally platonic husbands like nani and win were so comfortable w eachother and it was so nice to see that translated through their characters. also mj was literally the glue of that group but i love how kavin listened to everything mj told him to do like a good husband djdnnfnf (also will never be over the tie scene 😭 i love nonchalant, affectionate gestures like that so much)

ren (and gorya): now listen, even though i joked about it, i don't actually want ren and gorya as endgame. would it have made sense? yes absolutely, and it would've been the healthiest relationship ever. but since we got gorya and thyme canon, i really liked that even though they had their past, above all, they remained friends. ik that ren had his emo bad boy moment because he was going thru it @mira but i would say he probably had the most character growth (besides evil mom) in the entire show (ppl would say that would be thyme but i don't count thyme because his growth depended only on gorya, so when she was gone, he went back to his old self. even though yes ren's growth stemmed from heartbreak, he never went back to being an emo ass and just continued to grow and move on. also, thyme is still toxic even at his 'best' self i.e., controlling). even though ren cared for gorya romantically, he only ever cared for her happiness in the end, even if it didn't include him. after his growth, he was nothing but soft with gorya and gave her the option to literally not suffer. but when she still took the hard road he still supported it because it also included thyme, and he loves thyme as much as gorya (can i just say: thyme is so lucky to have f3 by his side 😭). anyways i was SO happy in the final scene with gorya's voice over, where she acknowledged that ren was her first love. because it made it more realistic, and it added a bit of bittersweetness to their romance, the what could've been~, and it was just nice to see that gorya acknowledged that love and they stayed friends and were happy. also further proof that ren is best boy who is full of love and maturity: he was drawing mira a book of all her friends as a wedding gift 😭💕 like mira is literally his first love and she broke his heart BAD but he doesn't resent her and he's doing something so sweet to congratulate her for her wedding. because he loves her. gOD i love ren and all the love he has in his emo little heart 😭😭😭😭

thyme's mom. she was evil but it helped that cindy bishop was playing her because that woman can ACT. the emotional complexity she added to a character that could've easily become flat with micro-expressions alone was just 😚👌🏼 probs a fave villain. and even though it was rushed, it was nice that she didn't stay a villain and that scene with thyme's sister in the car was so sweet :((

thyme's wardrobe. it was atrocious but the best part about his character because it was consistent lmao

anyways idky i wrote so much about this dumb little show but here we are 😌 excited for win’s show and tu and ohm’s show and bright’s show coming up!!

#f4 thailand #tay watches flop4 #pls do not waste your time defending thyme if u feel inclined to make ur own post because i will not read it ♥️#also bright is not his character i love bright i just do not like thyme jdfjnfjgnj cannot WAIT for his drama with davika

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subtle-edge-of-rot · 3 years ago

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watching Eurovision with the Sinclairs or Michael

I feel like Michael would get super bored and confused/irritated at me complaining about stuff so he'd quickly go to... distract me 👀 should be paying attention to him anyway 😌

also day went fine, it was hot outside (at least not sunny though), lecture was fun 👌🏼 there'd be so much rambling about random stuff the Sinclairs would have to deal with from me 😂

Bo would be like "wtf", Vincent would probably listen just cause he likes your voice and presence, and Lester would be feeling with you (like probably mirroring whatever you're feeling) even if he doesn't get it, and make an active effort to understand you

though tbh I could see Bo either asking you later in private, or looking up stuff on his own (maybe asking Vincent for help) so next time you talk about it he can flex with his knowledge - or just the fact that he does know stuff

he'd also just love how happy his interest in something you care about makes you

imagine Lester trying to learn a language for you 🥺 though I do for some reason have the hc that he did learn a language in school (I think Spanish would be most common but I'm self-indulgent and know some places teach German), that he was better at it than expected, and actually retained quite a bit of it - not even his brothers know this so when he suddenly comes out with that ability to understand some things you say etc they'd be surprised and... amazed? proud?

it would be beautiful

- 🔪

*is a filthy American who knows next to nothing about Eurovision*

Michael would be interested at first because he’s so hungry to learn, but he would quickly tire of it, of course making a move on you because it’s been too long since he’s had you last (his drive is so high).

Glad your day turned out okay!

I agree with you on the Sinclair stuff 🖤 and Lester taking German actually kinda floats my hc boat. He’s not fluent but he understands a fair amount.

#payton’s asks #🔪 anon #the sinclair brothers

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rise-fall-rage-and-repeat · 10 months ago

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AFHDJCKSCJEO SOMEONE ELSE HEADCANNONS THIS TOO???????? IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!!!!! HANG ON I GOTTA WORD VOMIT!!!!

ALSO THIS ART IS SO CUTE?! LIKE???? PLEASE!!!!

An Analysis of Gargoyles, Season 1, Episode 7, Temptation:

And yes, I mean the WHOLE episode, fight me!

(Skip to the asterisks if you want to just get to the analysis of Brooklyn and Demona’s relationship.)

Gotta love the shade the trio throw at each other in the beginning of this episode. And setting Brooklyn up as the character that ABSOLUTELY stole the show is 👌🏼 *chef’s kiss* Setting him up as the “bad boy” trope is quality shit with such a snarky, but kind character, and I WILL die on this hill. Am I biased? MAYBE. I neither confirm nor deny.

Anyway.

A liiiiiitle sus that Brooklyn knew IMMEDIATELY how to ride a motorcycle. Love you boo, but what kind of sorcery?

Did Elisa not think to mention to the trio about speed limits? Like, it took some time for Lex to learn how to and then BUILD the bike. It actually took 4 days (Yes I realize Brooklyn could have learned to ride a motorcycle in this time shut up-). Remember, he can only work at night. (I’m just now realizing how fucking GENIUS Lex is cause what?!) Anyway my POINT here is: Girl, did you not think to tell the gargoyle equivalent of college age boys about SPEED LIMITS?! Also where’d they get the gas from? And Jesus when did they fill the tank?! Cause the beginning of this episode Lex was using a blowtorch! ON THE BIKE! DID IT HAVE A FULL TANK THEN???? HIS ASS IS NOT BEING SAFE.

ANYWAY.

DAMN! Nice moves Brooklyn! (*cough, conveniently placed ramp at the end of an alley, cough* What? I didn’t say anything…)

Love Morgan’s “cop loves doughnuts” joke. (As the daughter of a cop it feels like it resonates… idk... Lmao)

These bikers are REALLY dumb if they didn’t realize Brooklyn wasn’t human until he took off the helmet. Like really? The beak wasn’t a give away? Like if it were Lex or Broadway, with more human looking faces (the colour of their skin could be explained by a mask or paint or the lighting), then sure, okay. But. The beak…

Never mind…

It’s a conveniently placed ramp at the end of an alley…

PLOT ADVANCEMENT!!!

We carry on…

This sweet boy literally says “I was just trying to fit in!” And then gets literally DOG PILED. (Gargoyles are strong but. That was a LOT of BIG men. I know, I know “it’s a cartoon”, “it’s a joke”. But, that’s not really Gargoyles’s vibe or style. It just feels really out of place…)

This fool really thinks a WRENCH is gonna do ANYTHING in this situation. Brooklyn literally FLIPS this man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes (Brooklyn said YEET).

When I tell you the very first time I ever saw this episode (I was like, maybe two?) the GASP I made when the bike exploded would have broken a kazoo it was so forceful.

Core memory.

I really wish they had tried to hide the fact that it was Demona a little better.

I DESPERATELY need to redraw the scene of the chain wrapping around Brooklyn’s arm. That shot is GORGEOUS.

Honestly this fight is one of the coolest in the series to me. Even though it’s short it’s beautifully choreographed and the art is stunning. The lighting is amazing when the bike blows up. *chef’s kiss*

I was always sad I couldn’t climb up walls like the gargoyles could. Even broke my nails back to the quick trying one time when I was I think five?

Another core memory.

Anyway.

TENSION! WHO COULD IT BE?! lol (Seriously thank you for reading all of this if you did.)

***

Okay! So! When Brooklyn backs away and says Demona’s name, the tone of his voice has… almost a hopeful edge to it? More like “is it actually you” rather than “oh god it’s you”. Like he knew she was bad news but… maybe…

Brooklyn is shown to be an extremely intelligent character. So WHY was he so easily convinced when Demona asked to talk? (“Don’t be afraid. I just want to talk.”) He went from on the defensive (the amount of times I quote “last time we met you just wanted to blow me away with a bazooka” in my childhood and even now honestly is astounding) to somewhat relaxed FAR too quickly after all Demona said was “I saved your life just now. Doesn’t that at least entitle me to a moment of your time?” Brooklyn is far too smart to be manipulated by ONE LINE ALONE no matter how true it may be.

Even after that, why did Brooklyn follow her? Rationally, the best thing to do would be to get away from Demona as quickly as possible. It’s shown later on in the episode Demona is stronger than Brooklyn at this point in the series, and there’s no way he doesn’t know that. Why would Brooklyn want to be alone with someone who tried to KILL GOLIATH, and who is physically stronger than him? Because maybe, MAYBE, there’s some connection there from before. MAYBE there’s a hope that she’s still the same gargoyle he knew back then. So when she CASUALLY drops that she’s been “dealing with the humans” “for hundred of years” he believes her. He probably doesn’t fully comprehend the fact that she’s been alive for over 1000 years, because for him, it’s only been THIRTY-EIGHT DAYS since the massacre!

For Demona, it’s been in the hundreds of thousands.

She no longer remembers what happiness feels like. Glee, sure, every human she kills (because let’s be real, Demona did NOT live for 1000 years without killing humans (possibly even for fun)) FILLS her with glee. But it’s not true HAPPINESS. She doesn’t feel almost anything but rage anymore.

And then Goliath wakes up.

We saw how much she loved him in her backstory arc and ‘Vows’ so it’s not unreasonable to think that something reawakened in her after holding her literal long lost love in her arms again. To touch him again; hold him; SMELL him again! To stroke his horns and hair and be with her MATE AGAIN. ANOTHER GARGOYLE after 1000 years to hold.

Demona let her guard down too much with Goliath and she wasn’t able to manipulate him the way she hoped. But someone YOUNGER than her? Who LOOKED UP to her? Demona is bitter and jaded now. She has NO QUALMS using her past connection to Brooklyn to sway him, because she remembers how smart he is because she KNEW HIM. She no longer feels what she felt for Brooklyn because she doesn’t REMEMBER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE. She doesn’t remember any other love than Goliath’s, because she severed the ties in her heart to her memories but, apparently (a fact that makes her angrier than anything else), Goliath’s to keep herself sane LONG AGO (“Even after all these centuries you still carry a torch.” - Puck to Demona (while looking at GOLIATH’S IMAGE), Season 2, Episode 5, The Mirror).

But she DOES remember she USED to feel some kind of love for Brooklyn, because they were CLOSE. And she remembers Brooklyn is an emotional gargoyle as is shown MANY times in the series. It’s not unreasonable to think she used this fact to her advantage. She played with his emotions, showing him the WORST humanity had to offer while playing the part of a concerned elder trying to steer his path right, and she honestly believes her words. She soothes him and scares him at the same time. She has a rebuttal for every ‘if’, ‘and’, or ‘but’. She STROKES HIS BEAK. Physical touch and affection are INTIMATE acts in gargoyle culture. They are the equivalent to kissing. You CANNOT tell me that didn’t affect Brooklyn. Again, he’s a very emotional gargoyle. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s a little bit touch starved either. The only other gargoyles around are his rookery brothers, his leader, the only remaining ‘father’ he has, and a beast. The likelihood any of them showing INTIMATE affection for him by stroking his horns or tangling their fingers in his hair is probably low. So for Demona to touch him in such an intimate way could easily have swayed him.

Everything she said made sense after what she had showed him. She showed him how lazy the justice system can be (“He’ll be out of jail and back on the streets in a day.”). She showed him how families treat each other at home (“They can’t even share their own homes without fighting. And you think they would share this world with us?”). She showed him a MURDER (“They hold each other’s lives completely without worth.”).

**First of all, the TRAUMA, because it’s not really confirmed WHEN Brooklyn and Demona arrived at the scene of the murder, who knows how much they actually SAW. It wouldn’t have been the first dead human Brooklyn saw obviously, he’s a warrior after all, but maybe it WAS the first SENSELESS dead body he experienced. The first MURDER. (I don’t get the impression that gargoyles really went around killing each other very often but maybe that’s just me? And Castle Wyvern seemed pretty peaceful before the Vikings (though I suppose that could change with the new comics)???)**

So when she touched him, he folded and agreed to help her.

Brooklyn is also shown to be VERY ANGRY about Demona’s betrayal (“Brooklyn is still too angry at Demona. I need someone I can rely on.” - Goliath to Hudson, Season 1, Episode 11, Long Way to Morning). Sure, you could argue anyone would still be angry after only 2 months and some change, but he’s RATIONAL too. He doesn’t jump head first into anything and he’s loyal to a fault. So to be so willing to go BEHIND HIS LEADER’S BACK for someone who TRIED TO KILL HIM, Demona HAD to be someone whose word held A LOT of weight for Brooklyn. She betrayed his trust and hurt him DEEPLY, FAR deeper than just the former-mate-of-Goliath-and-former-second-in-command would have.

***

Anyway I’m high and Gargoyles is basically my Roman Empire so I word vomited a little. I hope it makes sense. XD Beyond this point is just more ramblings for the rest of the episode.

***

I feel so bad for Brooklyn here. Like I know he screwed up but he had the BEST of intentions. He REALLY thought he was doing what was right. And he was betrayed by someone who he thought he could still TRUST. (Because also, who knows what all Demona may have said to him since it seems like he was out all night seeing as how they all turn to stone very shortly after Brooklyn arrives back to the castle.) He just sighs, knowing he has to face his family. And it takes a WHILE for Elisa to figure out the loophole (it’s canonically the day after that she figures it out I believe).

The end. Of this episode. I stg my friends and I (shout out to @timetravelerspayupfront) used to quote:

“Hey! What happened to the motorcycle?”

“Um, it blew up…”

“Oh… WHAT?!”

All. The. Time. Gotta be one of my top quotes from the show!

A younger Demona with a child Brooklyn, because I headcanon that the two of them were once very close before everything happened

#gargoyles #gargoyles demona #gargoyles brooklyn #disney gargoyles #headcanon #headcannons

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natromanxoff · 3 years ago

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I don’t know why I did this but under the cut: Outsider liveblog!!

Tides

- The first notes and harmony in the beginning have a bit of Journey’s End vibes, doesn’t it?

- Oh no, I am actually worried that I’ll end up crying at the end of this album 😭

- Right, now I think I’ve started to understood why he called this album ‘autumnal’

I Know, I Know, I Know

- Omg, I can’t believe how fast this one turned from ‘possibly a cheery one’ into ‘one that makes me very gloomy’.

- He said ‘is it autobiographical? I think you should make your own mind’ about this track. Yeah, that and his voice gets me so emotional, TOO MUCH.

- It’s only the second song and I’m not going to lie, it gets me a little teary.

- I love this, like very much, even though it gets me sad??

More Kicks

- WOW, THAT’S AN AMAZING BEGINNING WITH DRUMS!

- Okay, saxophone and it gets even better?!! *turns volume up*

- Ahh, it’s faster now and I. LOVE. IT!

- Seriously, the drum sound on this one is veeeery nice👌🏼

- You add a nice rocker and you win me, Mr. Taylor, it’s easy. Surely, my favourite so far.

Absolutely Anything

- Gosh, what a soothing sound this track has. I am glad, we have longer version now.

- Oohh, beautiful guitar solo (kind of) in the end 👌🏼

Gangsters Are Running This World

- Awww I miss listening to this one, it’s been a while since the last time 🥺

We’re All Just Trying To Get By

- This is already good, we all know.

Gangsters Are Running This World - Purple Version

- Ahhh, what a nice song! I prefer the other version as a whole song with lyrics etc. but instrument sound wise, this comes first. SO GOOD.

Isolation

- Brings back the old memories when I was sulking at home because of quarantine and listening to this for the first time excitedly 😆

Clapping Song

- Okay, I needed this one.

- I haven’t listened to this one with these earphones but it enhances bass sound and I think, I love it now more than the first time I have heard it haha

Outsider

- Couple of lyrics at the beginning to really identify yourself, thanks Roger

- I forgot this was also about school!

Foreign Sand

- Omg, I already love this song very much and it sounds so good. I think, it’s one of the songs which shows what a beautiful voice he has.

Journey’s End

- I don’t know if it’s only me but it’s already hard for me to listen to this one because of these lyrics. I don’t want to think about that journey’s end at all, Roger 😔

Overall, it has a bit of melancholic side, yes but we knew it from all those interviews. I actually love when you can tell what kind of things he might be going through when he releases an album. First one was the album of a new rockstar who was hungry for trying to make his own stuff, independently. Second one came from the efforts a successful drummer who wanted to give more time and make a better one. Third one came when he lost a friend. The next two has given him a chance to use new opportunities of technology. And now it’s coming from a man who is in his 70s and who’s going through pandemic, isolation and knows that hoping for a ‘next time’ is getting harder each passing day. I love this album and I love how he didn’t lose passion for music after all these years 💕

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor

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annabethy · 4 years ago

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hey! could you do 38, please?👌🏼

#38 “They’re coming. Kiss me!”

“Annabeth!”

Annabeth turned around, immediately regretting doing so when she saw who was approaching like the wind.

“Hey, Luke,” she said passively, trying to turn around and keep moving. When his arm shot out to grab her wrist, she grimaced, twisting out of his grip and rubbing the stretched skin gingerly, a slight glare on her face.

“Annabeth,” he breathed again, unphased and smiling widely. “Where are you going?”

She looked over her shoulder, desperate to get away from this situation because if she stays, she has a feeling he’s going to start spewing his very obvious feelings for her, and she has zero interest in him.

“I was just going to finish some homework in math,” she answered with a tight smile, hoping he’d get the hint.

He didn’t.

“I could use some help with integrals,” Luke suggested, the smile from his face never fading. “I know we learned that last year, but I already forgot how to do them, and you’re just so brilliant.”

Annabeth hesitated. She had really just wanted to sit down by herself and work. “Are you sure you want to spend your lunch doing math, though?”

“Of course I am!” he said, brightly. “I’d do anything for you.”

She might actually throw up.

“Right,” she said slowly. “Uh, well— I guess you can come then.” Her voice very clearly said the opposite, but according to everyone, he was too blinded by his one-sided love to see it. Piper had told Annabeth that Jason told her that Luke planned on asking her out, and if that doesn’t represent senior year, a long chain of rumors, then she doesn’t know what does.

Luke pointed over his shoulder. “I just need to grab my bag from down the hall, and then we can go.”

For a second after he left, she stood there glumly, dreading having to listen to him shower her in compliments, but then she realized with a start that he was nowhere in sight and it was the perfect opportunity to run. So she did.

She trekked down the hallway, a glance over her shoulder, and when she was sure he wasn’t going to walk out on her booking it away from him, she broke into a sprint. She turned a corner, heading in the general direction she knew Percy was. A few people looked at her like she was actually insane, the way she was looking back and forth for her best friend to appear.

Just as panic was starting to claw into her throat after a few minutes of running because she might not have an escape from Luke and his oxytocin-filled brain, she finally, finally saw a familiar head of black hair and green eyes.

“Percy!”

He turned around in a doorway, looking her up and down, surprised.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she breathed, bending to rest her hands on her knees and catch her breath.

“Are you okay?”

She gave a strangled sound, standing up straight and looking over her shoulder again, paranoid that Luke was going to pop up, the very essence of that hola niñooo video Percy showed her during third period.

“Annabeth?” he prompted, glancing in the general direction she was glaring at. “What’s going on?”

“You know Luke?”

“How could I forget? All he ever talks about in biology is how he plans to ask you to prom.”

Annabeth scowled.

“What about him?” he asked, a subtle smirk on his face.

“He’s following me,” she seethed, squeaking and slamming into his chest when a blonde kid passed behind her. Percy’s hands went to her waist to steady her, snorting at her clear paranoia.

“What’s so bad about that? He seems like a nice guy who wants to father your babies.”

She flicked his nose. “I do not want his sperm anywhere near my eggs.”

“Thank you for that lovely image that I plan to erase with bleach when I get home. Why don’t you just tell him you don’t want to go out with him?”

“Because that’s mean,” she hissed. “You want me to tell him to keep his penis away from me?”

“Well, maybe not quite like that.”

“I don’t like him,” she whined, stomping her foot like a child. “I don’t want to go on a date with him — I want to go on a date with…”

Percy raised an eyebrow. “With who?”

She swallowed her tongue. “No one.”

It wasn’t really no one though. She wanted to go on a date with Percy, because anyone that looked at the two of them knew that she was practically head over heels in love with him. The only two people that didn’t know it were him and Luke, but also Annabeth suspected Percy knew and just didn’t feel the same way, so he acted ignorant.

If Percy didn’t know and he found out, she might actually spontaneously collapse, or combust, or both. If she could control her organs, she would simply shut ‘em down.

“Anyways,” she interrupted, shaking her head to clear her head of the thoughts and her face of the blood that rushed in during her bout of embarrassment. “Please get me out of this. I can’t be with him for an hour teaching him math.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” he admitted, laughing. “Just suck it up and go.”

“What if he tries to kiss me!?”

“You let me know and I’ll beat his ass.”

“I don’t want to have to tell you at all because you should—” As Annabeth took one last burning gaze over her shoulder, her heart dropped as she saw Luke treading in her direction, and oh god, he was looking at her like she was the moon and stars and everything in between.

Annabeth wasn’t thinking. The person standing in front of her was her best friend, and she was in love with him, and Luke was rapidly approaching, and she was not thinking.

“He’s coming. Kiss me!”

And suddenly, she was yanking him forwards by his t-shirt and bringing him down to her face to press her lips to his. She held him there for one, two, three seconds to be sure Luke would see, before she pulled away, a loud pop echoing throughout the corridor.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with Percy’s mortified expression, and it was then that the reality of the situation came crashing down on her.

She had just kissed her best friend.

She turned her head to look at Luke who had frozen in his spot, staring wide-eyed at the two of them, and she could feel the blood rushing back to her face. No one moved, caught in a three-way staring contest, until Luke cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he muttered, now looking anywhere but her. “I was just — Annabeth, uh…”

Annabeth realized her hands were still clenching the fabric of Percy’s shirt. She dropped it like it was burning her.

“I just realized I actually have to finish a test in English,” Luke finished, voice wobbly. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she said lightly, brain still clouded by the situation and what the hell just happened.

Luke paused for another second before turning and stalking off. Neither Percy nor her moved until he was completely out of sight, and then Percy was shoving Annabeth, and all other sounds in the school reached her ears. People in the classroom behind the door Percy was standing in front of were cheering, and she could distinctly hear the teacher’s snickering.

“Annabeth!” he said, still very embarrassed.

Her mouth dropped. “I’m so sorry.”

“You—” Percy gestured broadly around them. “Annabeth!”

“I’m sorry!”

“You kissed me!”

“I know!”

And then suddenly, Percy was throwing his head back to laugh, leaving her stumped. “You saw Luke coming and your first instinct was to throw yourself at me! You really didn’t want to be alone with him,” he snickered.

“Stop,” she groaned, dropping her face to the palms of her hands. “I know you weren’t expecting it — I wasn’t expecting it — but was it really that bad?”

Percy’s hands were back on her sides, and he pulled her in for a hug, laughing into the crook of her neck. “Not bad at all, but — If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could’ve just asked.”

“Shut up,” she said, the tips of her ears burning.

“All I’m saying is next time you feel like making out, at least give me a heads up, okay?”

Annabeth actually choked on air, the definition of eloquence. Percy didn’t look the least bit concerned. He simply watched her take a strangled breath, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

“What?”

“Did you really think I didn’t know?”

Annabeth’s heart was racing so hard it might as well have run out the door. “Know what?”

He tilted his head like really?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You kissed me,” he said as though that explained everything.

“I needed to get him off my back,” she excused lamely.

“You’re not going to make things easy, are you?”

“I’m never going to—”

Annabeth was cut off as Percy’s hands were cupping her cheeks and bringing his face down to meet her lips, effectively shutting her up. Her brain went haywire for a moment as it tried to process what was happening, but when it did, she was grinning into the kiss.

Percy pulled his face away just enough to smile and look into her eyes, and she never felt prettier or more loved than in this moment.

And so, yeah, this was perfect.

“If you want to kiss me, I give you full permission,” he teased, his breath hitting her lips. “I encourage it, really.”

“Shut up,” she murmured, pulling him back to her with the biggest smile on her face, matching her best friend’s, and the love of her life’s.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #percy and annabeth #my writing #perseust #asks #i dont know where i was going with this

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morelikedoccock · 3 years ago

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Hi! This is for the ficlet request, I think your writing is amazing.

#31 “Give it up, She’s gone”

Maybe Norman and Otto are fighting post no way home? About Rosie?

This was an interesting request! Used my own concept of what happens post NWH for this character study👌🏼

Otto Octavius & Norman Osborn

Cw for talk of death, alcohol

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Norman Osborn clenches his soda in his fist until his knuckles turn white. His drinking buddy for the evening is slumped in a nearby chair, nursing a beer and staring moodily at a picture on the wall of the apartment. Norman blinks, and over the curved spine, he can almost see segments of shiny metal marching up the other man’s back. But in this timeline, Otto Octavius’ spine is free of metal, and bent only with emotion and not in physical pain.

Norman had returned home in a flash of strange light after the strangest day in his life, finally free of the torment that had lurked in his mind for many months. Everything had been the way he remembered it. He was dazed, confused, and exhausted, but he was also determined. What a strange and fascinating chance he’d been given, to be able to try to avert the tragic future of one of his acquaintances.

It had taken months of convincing and wheedling and work, but Otto Octavius had finally decided to shelve his clean energy project, at least for the time being. And yet, the tragedy had still somehow struck despite his best efforts to prevent it. Otto’s wife, Rosie, had died in a terrible car accident on the exact same day that Otto had been planning to demonstrate his invention. Though his body was not fused to metal arms and his mind was clear of a crazed AI’s influence, Otto Octavius was a broken man.

Though Norman had once viewed Otto as nothing more than a vague acquaintance, they had become close friends in the time since Norman’s return from— from whatever that had been. Norman had kept most of the happenings of the strange event completely secret, choosing only to tell Otto just a few important details about what ‘might’ happen if he were to go through with his experiment. He hadn’t told Otto that his wife had died in another timeline as well. He definitely hadn’t told Otto that there was a chance that she might live this time.

And yet, seeing his friend so torn up unsettles him. It makes him unhappy, uncomfortable— and somehow angry. He thinks of his ex-wife, and the bitter divorce, and feels something twinge inside his chest. Otto has to learn. Has to—

Norman is on his feet before he realizes it.

“Why are you still wearing your wedding ring?” he asks abruptly. Otto glances at him, dead-eyed, then looks back at the photo on the wall.

“It’s stuck,” Otto grunts. “Won’t come off.”

Something inside Norman coils. He knows that the goblin is gone, defeated and dissipated by the serum that Peter Parker had stabbed into his neck, but some part of him still retains the goblin’s influence. It’s this part of him that rises, prepares to strike.

“Give it up, Otto. She’s gone,” he snaps. The words crack through the air like a whip, and Otto stiffens. Regret boils into Norman’s chest, but he bites back the apology that wants to escape. Otto needs a wake up call. He needs some sort of catharsis, something to pull him out of this depression that he’s in.

Get angry, Norman thinks, watching Otto turn toward him, eyes wide. That’s it, get angry with me. Shout, yell, swear at me—

Fat tears spill over Otto Octavius’ gaunt cheeks. He looks down into his hands, his shoulders beginning to shake.

“Otto, I—”

“You’re wrong, Norman.”

Norman grips his soda, his knuckles white, and stares at his friend.

“She’s not gone,” Otto continues, tears dripping into his open palms. “I hear her voice in every melody. I see her smile in every beam of sunlight. Her laughter rings out with every playful note of birdsong. She’s here, Norman,” he says, gripping a fistful of his sweater where it rests over his heart. “I love her, and as long as she’s in my memory, she’s never going to be gone.”

Otto pushes himself suddenly to his feet, and in Norman’s eyes, metal arms sway around him, snapping their claws menacingly. He strides into the kitchen, where Norman hears the sound of another beer bottle being opened.

“Go home, Norman,” Otto says, his voice carrying from the kitchen, sounding distant, empty. Norman rubs his nose in frustration, but he doesn’t need to upset Otto any more than he already has. He walks to the front door and puts on his coat, then pauses.

“Are we— are we still on for our normal Saturday breakfast with Connors?” he asks, hating the hesitation, the open worry that’s clearly audible in his words.

There is a long moment of silence.

“Don’t worry about me, Norman,” Otto says quietly. “I’ll be there.”

The door swings behind Norman with a soft click. He rubs his nose again, then heads down the stairs. If he was lucky, Otto would forgive him quickly. He sighs and tucks his hands into his pockets. Usually he would call a driver and be ferried quickly and efficiently to his house, but it’s snowing, and the evening half-light has a melancholy feeling that fits his mood. This time, Norman decides to walk.

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First of all: excellent music choice, 11/10 would recommend. 👌🏼

'Supermassive black hole' translated into Klingon gave me some apocalyptic 'Twilight in space' vibes though (shoutout to the people who translated it), but when 'Major Tom' was played in the first episode and they showed a close-up of Eyk's sad face … poetic babygirl cinema. 💕 I should have known it was a massive hint lol ...

The u-boat plot twist in episode 2x07 was sooo good. Definitely didn’t have that on my s2 bingo card. But the logbook looked more like Ángel’s sketchbook to me??? 🤔

It's really cool that they hired Taika Waititi to use his Viago voice for all the wake-up scenes. His 'awakey wakey!' is my new morning alarm now.

Olek actually being the one who's the REAL priest?! MIND-BLOWING, speCTACULAR! Fantastic!!11 Sign me up for bible study!

Ramiro + Krester? The longing stares? The heart eyes???? Them just having little moments of peace and happiness?? I don’t know about Ángel but I felt like third-wheeling ALL THE TIME whenever these two appeared on screen. Also funny that the cigarette case was originally a gift from Ramiro to Krester in reality and filled with bubble gum cigarettes lol. 👏

The fight scene between Ling Yi and shape-shifting Ciaran (the creature was definitely Ciaran) was amazing! btw never thought Charlie Cox would be so fitting for this role! I almost didn’t recognize him without the sunglasses. The make-up and costume design were on point again.

I literally screamed when Clémence asked Jérôme how he would ask a girl out on a date all while she was still looking at Tove. I immediately stopped screaming when he said he would just ask her out and take his date to a nice place somewhere in Paris, but that Clémence should rather contact Emily for the best dating spot recommendations.

Can’t wait for s3 omfg.

Now that I have emotionally recovered: Here are my feelings about 1899 S2: -All in all -> Greatest second season ever made.

Favorite character arc:

-I’m biased here but Krester. The way, he overcame the loss of his leg through the sim was done so well. Plus seeing his relationship with Ramiro heal made me feel so emotional.

Favorite episode:

- 2x07 “The Depth”. I loved the twist that in the actual reality (and I hope that is the case lol) the crew is not in a space but in a u-boat. It ties the settings of the first and second season together perfectly well.

-Honorable mention to 2x02 “The Crew”. I loved seeing all of the characters actually work together. Plus the dynamic between Jerome and Ángel was *chief’s kiss*

Favorite moment:

-Tove coming out to her brother

Funniest moment:

- Tove giving Ramiro the shovel talk. He was so scared lmao

Favorite shot:

-Clémence with that bisexual lighting and the gun <3333

How about you guys?

#1899 #still so very sad #i wished to see them all happy #nvm netflix you fuckery company #1899unreality

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