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storiesofsvu · 9 months ago

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happy thursday hoes. time for some law and some order

Well fuck…what an opening..

“but there are definitely still traces of blood” girl… that hammer is COATED wtf…

I would like to point out that the way Kate runs her squad is the legit way that squads run. The CO (whether it be captain, lieutenant or sarge) is gonna stay in the office, they’re piled up with paperwork, the brass, putting out fires, they’re not out in the field…. Like svu. Ugh. I’m already not prepared for svu tonight, I’ve been watching through velasco’s eps and his older seasons were so good, esp compared to this year…

So we’re really doing this Ukraine surrogate/adoption plot line again, hey?

(I mean it is slightly different so far but like, it’s the same idea, right lol)

Samantha crushing it in the wardrobe dept as per usual

I like this new DA so much more than mccoy. Sorry not sorry.

I haven’t been paying too much attention to what’s going on (surprise) BUT, wtf does this case have to do with the grand jury that was taking place at the beg of the ep? With the girl all “he doesn’t know I’m here, right?” like, that girl was the murder vic? Or am I on crack? What is the connection?!

Uugggh… saaaammm my baby just needs a HUUUGGG

Okay, im actively not watching Toronto, see ya in an hour for svu.

Starting off with some personal, at home comfort. This is what we’ve been asking for forever (now give us rollisi at home pls).

OHHH GOD WHY ARE WE ALREADY BACK TO THE MADDIE SHIT FFS.

“I googled you”

Oh booooyyy are we in for it now. HOW MUCH DOES NOAH KNOW?! CAUSE LORD KNOWS HE PROBABLY FELL DOWN A PIT OF NEWS ARTICLES.

WHY

WE DO NOT NEED TO BRING WL BACK TO THIS SHIT LET US HAVE SOME PEACE PLS.

Okay so we finally did get noah discovering where he came from. Woof.

Olivia kinda sucks at parenting sometimes. Like… he’s a kid, he’s an *adopted* kid who already knows about gramma Sheila and ellie… he’s gonna be curious, he’s gonna wonder, also what kid HASN’T snooped through their parents private things? Like yeah it’s not ideal… it’d be best for him to ask you a question and you slowly reveal into things or whatever but we all know she just would’ve shut him down right away anyways.

Lowkey love those heart lights in noahs room, ngl.

I’m not gonna lie. If it was olivia I’d be more concerned about him knowing/reading about William lewis and all the shit that went down than finding out johnny d was his dad…

You know what I think? I think this would be a great time to call you bestie amanda and have her over for a bottle of wine while you talk this through and see what jessie knows about her dad/how amanda’s gonna approach that. Also like, does billie just think sonny’s her dad or does she know? LOL. But will that happen? Obviously not.

Okay you know what, carisi is the second best bet so I’ll take this.

Olivia really needs to catch a fucking break

Carisi you sit like a whore. But we already knew that.

Is there not a way to trace this call? Or like, I know the phone is about to die but like…find my iphone even works on dead phones…use the stepmoms phone rn to find out where she is. Easy fix. Use your brains.

Man… parents on these shows are always so fucking trusting of their kids and they think they know everything about them. Like...what world are we living in?

Awweeee lil carisi back in cop mode!

Girl… you barely looked in that one, that’s not clear

Me: where do I know this actor playing the step mom from?

Checks imbd: ah. She’s been on svu as a diff character before. Of course.

We love a good parent who immediately offers up all their money to pay ransom of their kids bff with no question.

I swear to god it wasn’t raining 5 seconds ago.. I get that these are likely filmed on diff days but that really came outta nowhere

Olivia’s drenched and velasco’s barely wet… wtf lol

Oh god she’s really about to go feral isn’t she? Like, even velasco’s nervous af.

That’s exactly what I knew he was gonna say. Like, liv should’ve just said she was dead.

Okay what about the other three perps? Where are they?

JESUS FUCK. Velasco… be mean to me. yell at me.. degrade me. jfc.

Okay I love that when she told Velasco to put the perp in her car he was all “uh… that a good idea boss?” kinda unsure thing but as soon as she started going feral he was just all “yup. Okay. I know how to do this.” And was totally on board. That’s my boi

“youre lucky im not in IAB anymore” damn right bitch.

That’s a cozy ass looking sweater liv has on and I want it

He already knows about ellie…why are we starting there?

I can’t wait until this conversation sparks a “hey… can we go see grama Sheila? Is she still sick?” and liv THEN has to explain that gramma Sheila is in fact in JAIL because she kidnapped him

Okay… that episode was honestly really good. It was a nice balance of the at home/personal lives and the case.

OC time.

Pls god have a last time on cause I do not remember what was happening… baby bro joe was doing heroine? That’s all I remember

Is this his apartment or elliots apt? it looks similar but also I like it better lol.

Bernie is a blessing to this show.

Elliot all “an intervention?” as if they didn’t host one for him like two years ago?

Also I JUST watched the ep with Muncy’s brother this week and that actor is baby boy joe stabler so this is throwing me off.

Is this an apt or a hotel? CAUSE ITS GORGEOUS!! HOW TF ARE THESE STABLER MEN AFFORDING THIS SHIT IN NYC?!

“we don’t do that…” jet. Another fucking legend on this show

SO glad Bell’s back.

Clearly im not paying attention to this ep in case anyone’s wondering (and yes, it is because it’s a stabler ep…)

Leave it to stabler to be there less than 5 mins before beating someone

OH MY GODDDDD BELL LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN THAT BLUE SHIRT

Thank god bell had bobby with her cause homegirl had a cane last week, there’d be no way she should be on a foot chase rn. Lol

Omg jet and bobby UC yet AGAIN. I fucking love it.

Jet being absolutely the person that likely annoys the hell outta her, love that.

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order spoilers #spoilers #svu spoilers #law and order organized crime

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korgbelmont · 2 years ago

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Part 2

One of Eric's friends reaches out to him for help when a band ends up dead in a studio building.

Written in the present tense

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence

Word Count: 1184

Notes: The Detective made on cooltext.com

Arriving at the pub, Eric takes a seat opposite his friend, and he sees that he is clearly troubled. His hands shaking.

Eric - What happened, Rob?

Rob - I was at the studio, this up and coming band were just hanging out whilst we sorted a few bits out and when I went back in... they were dead!

Eric - Wait, I saw that in the papers yesterday. But why call me?

Rob - This is why.

He takes his phone out and loads up a video before handing it to Eric. He watches it, and sees the band hanging out as any group of friends would. Then as one of them puts on a record, things suddenly take a violent turn as they all lash out at each other. Eric locks the phone and hands it back to Rob.

Eric - Glad I didn't eat dinner yet.

Rob pockets his phone.

Rob - I found them not long after. I just don't understand how this could have happened.

Eric - I might have an idea. Do you know what happened to the record they put on?

Rob - What does a record have to do with any of this?

Eric - Trust me, mate. I have a theory. But I need that record.

Rob - O-okay. Stop by the studio in the morning, I'll have it ready for you.

Eric - Cheers.

The next day, Eric returns to his office with the record in hand. He heads over to the desk and takes it out of the sleeve, placing it on the table. He crosses his arms and looks down at it, tapping his finger on his arm.

Eric - So were you the cause?

He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

Eric - I'm talking to a vinyl record.

Rolling his eyes, he goes over to a cupboard and grabs a microscope. Taking a seat, he sets it to the right lens and looks through it as he places the record underneath. As he moves it around, he soon notices some markings on the grooves, and not the kind that should be there.

Eric - Okay...

He grabs a notepad and pen from one of the drawers and begins to copy the markings. After getting through as much as he can of the record, he looks at his copy of the markings and raises an eyebrow.

Eric - I have never seen one like you before.

Picking up his phone from his desk, he dials and holds it to his ear as it rings. After a moment someone picks up.

Eric - Hiya. Would you be able to translate something for me?... On a record... Yeah, I'm in all day... Brill, see you later.

He lowers the phone and hangs up before dialling again.

Rob - Hello?

Eric - Hey, mate. I just wanted to let you know I may have something. I got someone popping over to confirm it later.

Rob - That's great! So was your hunch right?

Eric - That's what I'll be finding out. Just wanted to let you know that there has been a bit of progress.

Rob - Thanks, mate.

Eric - No worries, you take it easy, yeah?

Rob - I'll try. See you later.

Eric - Laters.

Hanging up once more, Eric heads upstairs to his living area, putting the kettle on.

In the early hours of the evening, a woman steps inside as Eric walks down the stairs with two steaming mugs.

Kate - That better be how I like it.

Eric - Coffee, no sugar, with milk.

He hands one of the mugs to her and she takes a sip, smiling.

Kate - Thank you. So what do you got?

Eric - An interesting one.

They head over to his desk, both sitting either side of it. He hands her the paper and she looks it over.

Eric - That is engraved into a record that I think caused a band to lash out and kill each other.

Kate - Bloody hell.

Eric - Yeah.

Kate - Well, I can tell you that you are correct. This is a spell that makes the person or people hearing go feral.

Eric - Well that's terrifying.

Kate - The best thing I can recommend is to either lock it away or destroy it.

Eric - I'd be more inclined to go with destroy it, but I'd have to check with my mate since it's sort of his.

Kate - That's up to you.

Eric - Thanks for the help, Kate. Really appreciate it.

Kate - No worries.

With all the business out of the way, Kate has a bit more of her drink.

Kate - So how has the world been treating you?

Eric - Yeah, it's going good. Thankfully no jobs that have resulted in A and E trips. Recently. What about you?

Kate - Also going good. The Covens are keeping to their own.

They spend the next couple of hours talking and catching up before night falls and Kate takes her leave. Locking up, Eric calls it a night and heads up to bed via a shower.

The next morning, Eric arrives at the studio Rob works at with the record in a bag. Rob meets him in the reception area and they head to one of the recording rooms, taking a seat at the mixing console.

Eric - So my hunch was right, it was the record. It's got a spell engraved into it. A friend of mine translated it and basically it makes the listeners go feral, which is why that band killed each other.

Rob - I think I'm going to be sick. Who would do something that cruel?

Eric - I don't know. But she advised that this record is either stored somewhere, or destroyed. Now since it belongs to the owner of the building, I didn't want to do anything before checkin' with you.

Rob - Do what you have to.

Eric - Alright. I'll go and sort it now.

Rob - Cheers for looking into this, mate.

Eric - No worries. At least we know now.

Rob - Yeah...

That afternoon back at his office, Eric grabs a hammer from the toolbox and places the record on the floor.

Eric - Bye bye, angry maker.

He brings the hammer down on the record disc. Only things don't go as planned as the wood of the hammer breaks, and the record remains in tact.

Eric - Okay, that's a new one.

He picks it up as he stands, looking it over.

Eric - I would put you in the shredder but I only bought that a couple weeks ago. Only one thing to do.

A quick taxi ride later, Eric opens up his storage unit filled with all manner of supernatural items and looks for a gap to place the record. Finding a spot on the shelf, he grabs a post it note and writes 'Do not play' on it before placing it on the shelf and leaving.

#korgfics #short stories

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viscountessevie · 2 years ago

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What are your fav pre S2 fics and post S2 fics?

Sanji's Bridgerton Fic Recs

Am I allowed to plug myself? 😂😂 I just never end up on fic rec lists so you know what Imma be shameless and link my masterlist:

I'm really proud of my Kathony one shots (My 10 Things AU is a vibe but I've abandoned it sorry yall 😭) and I think my NB!Sophie fic deserves more love so please if you're interested have a read and let me know what you think 💞

As for the other recs - I'll be honest, I don't read as much fics as I should especially when I have so many amazing writer friends I really feel bad I haven't read or commented enough on their fics! That being said here's all my fave fic writers (literally mainly my friends shsjjsjs cos they're the only ones I trust to get the characters right):

@newtonsheffield aka Molly! She is first fandom friend I ever made in this fandom and the reason I ended up making this blog. I always saw her in the main tag and got really curious about her fics. Then I fell into the rabbit hole that is BSCU which I still need to finish 💀💀. I would rec all of her works tbh she has written something for everyone but my personal faves are the following:

1) Mysterious Fathoms Below - A Little Mermaid Kathony AU that's very soft and hella intimate. I was SUPER hyped for this one and Molly really delivered

2) Through The Wire - This was an intense and angsty AU where Anthony gets amnesia after an accident a little while after dumping Kate when they were getting too serious. It was brilliantly written and I honestly think this is her best work. It's so annoying that the puritans of the fandom gave her so much shit for some of her chapters, they can fuck right off this was my absolute fave fic of hers ever!

3) Royals - Hello we ALL LOVE a Princess Diaries 2 AU! This was such a fun read honestly it's been so long I need to go back and reread. Also watching the movie right after hits different and gives you all the feels

[Ik she has other faves she'd hype up more but I haven't read those yet jshdjjd so I can't really comment on them but oh! Honourable Mention because she's mentioned she loves this AU but it's very underrated and I still need to read it: Post Traumatic. It's a Jurassic Park AU AND Kate is a fight pilot it's iconic]

I would also recommend going through the tags of those fics because she always has fun snippets, edits and playlists for them! It really drums up the hype while you're waiting for it to be updated.

Next up we have Lil aka @sharmasandcorgis whose writing I absolutely adore and I think she's hella underrated so please go give her some love on her AO3

1) Leap Year - If you haven't already guessed I go feral for movie AUs I think its a film writer thing lmao. Based on the movie of the same name, it's enemies to lovers EXCELLENCE, with a side of fake marriage we love to see it!!

2) Mornings - It's pregnancy Kathony fic and is so so soft and comforting. I was literally Agnes reading it: IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GOING TO DIE!!

3) So I need to catch up on her other fics but she's so brilliant I couldn't pick a 3rd I'm just reccing her entire AO3 works!!

Zaira aka @jeanvanjer who needs to write more fics for us because her writing is AMAZING, currently only has The Ghost of You up at the moment. Very soft but angsty and sad, get tissues ready before reading.

Look out for her Sugar Daddy Professor Anthony AU at some point down the line.

Triv aka @hptriviachamp is my fave Regency fic writer because she's very good with the language of the time, does thorough research for every fic and as a Poli-Sci major, always has a political touch in her fics it sets her writing apart from the rest of the writers and makes her stories so unique!

1) Suddenly A Smile, Shyly Obscene - Johncesca's first meeting fully fleshed out. I watched this fic come to life in our GC whenever we had writing sprints and let me say I'M OBSESSED! She really understands Johncesca and the way she writes John makes me go feral, her John is now Canon John imo.

2) The Courtship of Charlotte Bridgerton - IT'S *THE* NEXT GEN FIC! Charlotte and Clairmont are super compelling especially with how it progresses and no spoilers but there's a suprise on Clairmont's part 👀. It's a really refreshing take on a certain kind of relationship and the characters are just so fun to read about.

3) A Very Bridgerton Diwali - The very first fic of hers I've read. It made my heart sing because it reminded me so much of how my family and I are during Deepavali so it hit close to home in a very soft way.

Author's Pick: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Senior Year (Just Rage) - A Kathony HS AU with all the tropes of a HS au and beats of their story in one fic.

Honourable Mention: I'm Your National Anthem - A very spicy politically charged Kathony Politics AU but it's on the back burner as a WIP and hasn't been posted 😭😭 if it ever comes out please go read it!

Belle aka @sophiamariabeckett !! My fandom wife 😍😍. Heads up, we're moving into Benophie territory.

1) Bridgertons' Anatomy - IT'S A GREYS AU!! I was really surprised to hear her tell me this wasn't hyped up more like don't yall love Greys?? AND OFC THE BRIDGERTONS WOULD BE A HIGH POWERED DOCTOR DYNASTY FAMILY!

Of course it's Benophie centric and Ben/Sophie (Baek!! She's Korean yall) are super cute in it but my fave chapter is Nepotism Babies where Anthony and Simon meet for the first time 🥺🥺🥺

Soo gooo read it - Belle also made a lot of edits for it, go give it some love!

2) Fallen Through Time - Outlander AU nuff said, very angsty and just iconic I mean when Jamie and Claire are the blueprint and you apply to Benophie it's just chef's kiss!

3) Author's Pick: Dusk Til Dawn - Violet Bridgerton II's Birth! Another fic that was born in our GC and it is so so soft. Okay but like the way I initially wrote From Dusk Til Dawn til I realised that's a video game 💀💀

Last but certainly not least, Michaela aka @minim236 is literally our fandom's Bob the Builder fix-it fic writer. Canon broke it? Michaela can fix it, yes she can!

Her AUs are unmatched! Lots of fun rarepairs but she makes them work and you can see why they fit together. My personal favourite fic is tied between these two so I'll put them in the order I read it:

1) The Marina/Simon Series - An AU where Simon and Marina strike a deal to enter into a marriage of convenience so she won't be ruined and Simon can say Fuck you to his dad by not having any biological kids to take the Dukedom. Also these two deserve better than being ending up with r*pists (Ik Show Phillip didn't since they won't need to consummate their marriage and she doesn't seem to have PPD but still Book Philip can go die.)

I think this was the first ever fic I read from her?? So definitely has a special place in my heart!

2) [Also Author's Pick:] A Papa Sharma & Mary Love Story. My soft spot is Kate and Edwina's parents I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING and this fic series fulfilled that!! Their love story was so so sweet and we had baby Kate and Mary moments I was sobbing! We also had a moment where Vi was being a ignorant white lady lmaoo it was funny and I lowkey wish she had been called out for it within the narrative hshshs.

Bonus Sequel: Letters Sent & Read

Sorry M I gotta admit I haven't read this one yet but I will soon! The premise is promising and I'm excited to read it 🤗🤗

3) Ruin

He would not ruin her. How could he ruin such beauty? Benedict is an artist without a muse or motivation. Until he is introduced to Sophie Beckett, a guarded ballet dancer who lacks passion and does not want to be his muse. The attraction between them is confusing, especially to her.

I need to read this but it's a monster of a fic and I love that! Hopefully it will be finished by the time I can start it and I'll be able to binge it ehehhe. I will say I always see edits for it and they are amazing!!! So please go give them some love 💞

Also anon I know you asked for Pre-S2 and Post-S2 fics, but I can't recommend any good fics that are canon compliant with S2. I've given up on trying to find good ones without a Kathani jumpscare and I have talked about it on my blog a couple of times (recently talked about it in the comments here) but I hate HATE the trend of Abusive!Sharmas and White Saviour Kathony saving Kate from her 'oh so horrible' family, it's fucked up. Please go read TVWLM and come back with better characterisations of the Sharma Family Unit thanks, we don't claim the dysfunction on the show.

Thanks again for the ask anon and everyone goooo read my friends' work, just absolutely brilliant writers!

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twdeadfanfic · 4 years ago

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Feral Pt. 8

Daryl Dixon x OC

Summary: Daryl is on a run with Rick when, in a warehouse, they find a woman who attacks them, and who reminds Daryl to a lioness…or a feral cat, and who doesn’t seem to trust anyone, including them, but Daryl finds himself going back to the warehouse, trying to get that feral to go with him to the prison, and to earn her trust.

Chapter 8/10

Last chapter...Daryl and Dana kissed!

You can find my other fics in my masterlist.

Back at the prison, Daryl felt all eyes on him and Dana, as if people knew what had happened between them, that they were now together as a couple, though probably it was all in his head, there was no way for them to know. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep it secret, not at all, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit shy about it, besides he was sure Rick was going to have the time of his life teasing him about it.

Dana, though, didn’t seem to mind at all that people looked at them or what they thought, or if they seemed to notice something different between them, or if it was all in Daryl’s head. On their way to the kitchen area to clean their hunted pieces, they walked near Kate, and when she looked at them, Dana held to Daryl’s arm and rubbed the side of her head against his arm like she had done the day before to “mark him as hers.”

Daryl blushed, couldn’t help it, getting flustered and shy, but he also couldn't help his snort. Was she really jealous? Daryl thought it was ridiculous, but at the same time, the idea sent something weird to his belly. He didn’t think anyone had been jealous over him ever before. She had no reason to feel like that, though, and Daryl hoped she knew. Dana looked at him and smiled, but she didn’t seem upset, if something she seemed amused, and she headbutted his shoulder softly once more.

“Come on, kitten,” Daryl said, couldn’t help his soft, silly smile as he looked at her, ignoring everyone around even if for a second. “Let’s clean this and get it ready to stew it.”

That evening, Daryl was torn between having dinner with Dana in any of their cells, like sometimes they did even if now Dana dealt better with people and sometimes dined in the canteen, or going with everyone else. It wasn’t strange for him to dine alone, everyone knew it by now, but sometimes during dinner he got the chance to catch up with the others, especially if it had been a busy day, and today, he and Dana had come back pretty later than usual. Yes, they had kind of gotten distracted here and there, Daryl still couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea of Dana kissing him, wanting to be with him, couldn’t help the weird things in his belly, and every time Dana caught him looking at her like that, in wonder and awe, she’d seem amused and she’d stop to kiss him again, which had proven to be pretty distracting. But still, they had managed to hunt quite a few pieces, and so Daryl didn’t feel too guilty.

Since it was later than usual while they cleaned their pieces, Daryl offered to get dinner ready too, letting the grateful guy on kitchen duty had some more free time, and Dana helped him to get everything ready to make stew in several big pots, so it’d last them for more than that night.

“So…what you wanna do, eat with everyone else or alone?” Daryl asked while they cleaned everything.

“Don’t care.” Dana shrugged. “Maggie and Glenn were planning runs.”

“Alright, we can go have dinner with everyone else, see if they have come up with somethin’?”

“Alright.” Dana shrugged again, and then, while Daryl was distracted putting a pot in its place, she suddenly tugged at him and pecked his lips, taking him by surprise, and Daryl couldn’t help the blush that tinted his cheeks. It seemed to be the reaction that Dana was looking for, as she smiled, seeming amused. They had just been together for a few hours, and she’d already proved that she liked to get him all flustered when he least expected it. It made him feel silly, and yet, Daryl couldn’t help his small, bashful smile. Chewing on his lip, he pushed past his shyness to wrap his arm around Dana, holding her to his side.

“Come on, kitten, let’s feed these people.”

While they had dinner sat down with the others, Daryl tried to pay attention to what Maggie and Glenn were saying, really tried, but sometimes it seemed as if his eyes wanted to wander to Dana, who was sat down near him, his mind still in awe at the idea of them being now together, that she wanted him like that, and even though it still made him nervous and maybe even a bit, just a bit, scared, whenever his eyes wandered to her, Dana would look at him too, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lip, and Daryl couldn’t stop his own, looking away quickly every time before he got too flustered.

He was afraid the others noticed that something was going on, though, he could already see Rick smirking and arching his eyebrows at him, and Daryl rolled his eyes, looking away from Rick and towards Glenn and Maggie, but they too seemed kind of amused, though Daryl hoped that it was his mind playing tricks on him. He’d teased and made fun of Glenn and Maggie sometimes getting caught up on each other, oblivious to everything else, and now it seemed as if he was doing the same, but he couldn’t help it, even if it was embarrassing.

“You think they know ‘bout us?” Daryl asked to Dana when they were in the corridor at the outside of their cells, and she smirked and nodded. “Oh…” He couldn’t help his shyness.

Dana frowned. “Don’t want them to?”

“No…just…I don’t care, just…” Daryl honestly didn’t care what the other thoughts, and still, his shyness was there. “Just…”

“Shy,” Dana smirked and Daryl was glad that she didn’t think he might be embarrassed about being with her or something stupid like that.

“Yeah…I guess…” Daryl admitted, looking down and fidgeting. “Ain’t lookin’ forward to them joking’and teasin’…” He guessed he’d have it coming for having messed like that with Maggie and Glenn…and yet… “Rick’s bein’ a prick and teasin’ me about you since you came here already.”

“Yeah?” Dana’s smirk went bigger. “About?”

“Nothing, he was just bein’ stupid on purpose…” Daryl shrugged, though now that he thought about it, maybe Rick hadn’t been so stupid after all. Dana didn’t say anything, but suddenly she was tugging at him to peck his lips, once more taking him by surprise.

“It’s fun,” she said. “Teasing you.”

Daryl scoffed, flustered, hating that once again he was blushing. “Pff…maybe you’re spendin’ too much time with Rick lately…”

Dana grinned. “It’s fun. ‘Cause you’re shy.”

“Yeah, whatever…” Daryl rolled his eyes, scoffing, but his burning cheeks betrayed him. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Can I sleep here?” Dana nodded towards his cell.

“You uh…you wanna?”

Dana shrugged. “Only if you do.”

“Yeah…” Daryl nodded, swallowing hard.

He didn’t know what to do, and so he went directly to the unmade bed, sitting down on it as Dana walked behind him, and kicking off his boots before lying down on the bed without even thinking about changing clothes, his mind too busy at the idea of Dana joining him to sleep…The cot was small, and Daryl hoped she wouldn’t be uncomfortable, or that he’d push her or kick her while they slept, or something, and she’d decide to leave and go back to her cell… Maybe he should drag another mattress there like Maggie and Glenn had done…or maybe he had gotten ahead of himself…or maybe…

Daryl lost his train of thoughts when he realized that after taking off her boots, Dana was pulling off her trousers too, and Daryl didn’t know if she did it to sleep more comfortable or if she was just trying to mess with him and get him all flustered again, or both, but he tried his best not to look away, not to get flustered, failing only a tiny bit.

Dana looked at him and Daryl lied down on the bed, moving towards the wall to leave room for her on the bed. Dana lied down, propping herself on an elbow to look at him, smiling softly, and Daryl swallowed hard, feeling those butterflies in his belly again. She reached out her other hand to softly caress his face and hair, and Daryl’s eyes closed as a content sigh escaped his lips.

“Shy. But cute,” Dana whispered, and then she leaned to kiss his lips, and Daryl didn’t try to fight her words, too busy kissing her. Dana pulled back, smiling at him, before she lied down, resting her head on his chest and throwing an arm over him, and even one of her legs, snuggling to him as much as possible, and Daryl couldn’t help but love the feeling.

Daryl wrapped his arm around her, holding her to him, and when he began to stroke her arm softly, he swore he could almost hear her purr like an actual cat. “Night, kitten,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head, and Dana snuggled even more to him, holding to his shirt as if she didn’t want to let go of him, and…Daryl would be lying if he didn’t say that he loved it. It still might feel unreal and a bit scary, this having a relationship thing, but…it felt too good, being snuggled on bed with Dana, good enough for him to want to not overthink it and just enjoy it for once.

When Daryl woke up, Dana was still snuggled to him, lying over his chest, face almost buried on the crook of his shoulder, and Daryl couldn’t help how content he felt or the smile that spread across his face. He tightened his arm around her and nuzzled her hair, wondering if he’d ever felt like this before, so warm, and content and just…so good.

Maybe having a relationship didn’t have to be scary after all, maybe things would be the same between them, but now he could hold her to him, kiss her, and all the things that made him feel those bubbly butterflies in his belly, making him feel a bit silly, but at the same time, too good to care about it being silly or not.

He felt Dana pressing her lips against his neck and then she was looking up from his shoulder to give him a lazy smile. “Morning, kitten,” Daryl said quietly, reaching out to brush her knuckles across her cheek gently, a bit in awe about being waking up with her, about how it made him feel, but the gesture of affection seemed to come naturally to him somehow.

Dana nuzzled his neck again and she shifted to straddle his hips, looking down at him. She smiled again, reaching down to caress his face softly and then run her fingers through his hair, before she leaned to kiss his lips, and Daryl could swear that he felt himself melt. When their lips parted, Daryl had his eyes still closed, and he felt Dana placing kisses along his neck. He took a sharp breath when Dana sucked on his skin, and she pulled away to look at him.

“Okay?” She asked and Daryl nodded. Dana smiled and kissed his lips softly before going for his neck again. “Mine…” She murmured before she sucked on his neck again, and Daryl wondered if she was actually trying to mark him. He snorted but couldn’t help but get a bit flustered too, and he reached to cup her face, gently making Dana look at him.

“Hey…you ain’t really jealous are you,” he asked softly and Dana didn’t say anything. “You don’t gotta be…there’s…” Daryl chewed on his lip, trying to push past his shyness. Dana was sat down on his lap, without trousers, how in the world he was still shy, but talking about feelings had never been his forte. “There’s no one else I’d like to…to be like I’m with you, to have what we have.”

Dana smiled at that, caressing his face again before kissing his lips. “I’m yours,” she whispered, and Daryl couldn’t stop the butterflies in his belly even if he was flustered too. “Don’t want to be with anyone else.” Daryl’s heart was beating hard against his chest and he didn’t know what to say, and so he decided to just pull Dana even closer and kiss her lips again.

Eventually, Dana sat up, looking down at him, running her hands down his chest and Daryl chewed on his lip as she looked at her above him, swallowing hard when one of Dana’s hands found its way under his shirt, Dana smiled softly at him when she noticed it.

“Shy…” She whispered, pecking his lips before Daryl could try to negate it, no matter he was blushing. “Cute,” she whispered before pecking the tip of his nose, and somehow the gesture made Daryl feel like he was melting again. Dana sat up again and smiled at him softly before nodding towards the closed door of the cell. “Hunting?”

Despite the dark sheet that covered the door of his cell, Daryl could see light outside, filtering into the cell, and he knew it was later than usual. He could hear people’s voices around too, the prison waking up. “Yeah…” He nodded, he couldn’t spend all day lying in bed with Dana…Daryl didn’t think he had ever wanted to spend the day in bed, he’d drive himself crazy with the inactivity, but maybe that was before he had Dana in bed with him, snuggled to him and kissing him, and…and he really needed to start moving.

Daryl sat up, Dana still on his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him again before he could do anything, and he let out a sound of surprise against her lips before he found himself melting into her again. Dana pulled back as suddenly as she had kissed him, and she got up from his lap, stepping out of the bed. She bent down and picked up her discarded trousers, walking to the door and lifting the curtain without bothering to put the trousers on.

“You’re gonna just go out with no trousers on?” Daryl snorted, but it didn’t surprise him.

Dana shrugged. “My cells next to yours.” She left his cell but reappeared a few minutes later, fully dressed, looking at him from the door while Daryl finished getting ready too, tying his boots.

“Let’s grab some breakfast and get going,” he told her and Dana nodded. As he stepped out of his cell, Daryl glanced towards hers and then at her, chewing on his lip. “You uh…if you wanna…if you wanna you can move your stuff to my cell?” Daryl couldn’t help his nerves as he looked at her, wondering if he was getting ahead of himself, if he shouldn’t have asked, he was a bit clueless in this having a relationship thing, but to his relief, Dana grinned and nodded, before suddenly pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Daryl couldn’t help the blushing of his cheeks, and that his first instinct was to look around, see if someone had caught them kissing, and yet when Dana smiled softly at him and reached down to take his hand, lacing her fingers with his and tugging at him to walk with her, he found that he couldn’t really care about someone seeing them holding hands. They were together, and if it made him feel that good, then there was no point feeling embarrassed or anxious about it, when he could just let himself enjoy it for once.

Daryl woke up once again with Dana in his arms, and even after weeks together, it still made him smile and snuggle to her, content and warm. He found himself lazing in bed too often now, when before he usually jumped out of it to get things done, go out to the woods…but he couldn’t help himself with Dana there, lying next to him, curled up to him.

Dana was lying on her side and she seemed still asleep, her warm back pressed against his chest as Daryl curled up around her, tightening the arm that he had wrapped around her. Daryl kissed her shoulder and then nuzzled her hair, letting out a content sigh. He felt Dana waking up and then she turned around in his arms to give him a lazy smile before pecking his lips, and she burrowed her face on his chest, snuggling to him and wrapping her arms around him too.

“We have to go hunting,” Daryl murmured though he didn’t move a bit, and Dana hummed and nodded without moving either. “You make me lazy…” Daryl complained, chuckling.

Dana pulled back to look at him, arching an eyebrow, seeming amused. “Me?”

“Yeah, you…” Daryl nuzzled her neck, smiling when she laughed as he tickled her. “Being like this.”

“Like what?” Dana reached out to stroke his hair, brushing it away from his face but Daryl just shrugged, he didn’t know how to explain to her everything that she made him feel, and he felt too shy to try to say it aloud. He hoped she understood it without words, though. Dana smiled softly, kissing his lips before pulling back. “Come on. Hunt.”

Waking up with Dana in his arms, lying over his chest, was not strange or surprising for Daryl anymore, but it felt as good as the first day, and it made him as lazy as the first day, wanting to just snuggle on the bed with her, warm and content, for a little bit. It was early enough that he didn’t have to hurry out of the bed, early enough for him to allow himself to be lazy even if just for a moment…They had to go on a run, but the prison was still dark and silent. Daryl nuzzled Dana’s hair softly, wrapping his arm more tightly around her when he felt her waking up, snuggling to him even more.

Daryl was caressing her hair carefully and then he let his fingers brush over her shoulder and neck, moving over the scar that marked her skin down her neck and to her back without realizing it, until he felt Dana freezing in his arms. “Sorry…” He apologized in a whisper.

“They marked me like cattle,” she said bitterly.

Daryl kept stroking her shoulder as he chewed on his lip, unsure about asking her or not… “Who did this?”

“Assholes.”

“Yeah, I…I had figured that much…” Daryl didn’t press it, though, just kept stroking her skin softly, curled up with her, and he was about to tell her that they should stop being lazy and get to work, they had to go to a run, when Dana spoke.

“I was alone, had been for days, a group of men found me…thought they were going to help me, they said they would…they didn’t. Took me to their settlement, old campsite, big…there were two women there, they didn’t look at me, didn’t talk to me, seemed scared, I didn’t like it, I tried to walk away, they didn’t let me…then I saw cages, there were people in them…” Dana explained quietly, and Daryl had to wonder again how there were so many fucked up people in the world, now all teaming up, it seemed.

“They wanted me to clean the place with the other two women and have sex with them. I bit off the lip of the one who tried to kiss me…”

Daryl could almost see it, but he wished he could actually see it, see his feral kitten biting off the lip of an asshole who tried to force himself on her…he was boiling in anger but tried to keep it down, and he kissed the top of Dana’s hair.

“They were angry…held me and beat me…I thought they’d kill me but they didn’t, threw me in one of the cages. There were some men and women in them, some were hurt. Nobody spoke to me or looked at me. I didn’t know what was going on…” Dana kept going, and Daryl thought it was the longest he’d heard her speak, and so he stayed quiet, letting her do it, wanting to know and also wanting her to get it out of her system.

“I found out at night. Each night, those assholes got bored and drunk, picked up two people from the cages, gave them knives, made them fight until one of them was dead. Someone told me that the ones who tried to resist it and didn’t fight, were shot and killed…so they killed you and your rival if you didn’t fight. They branded us with irons, made patterns and marks so they knew who we belonged to, would take bets to see whose fighter would win.” Daryl had seen a lot of shit both before walkers and after, but that was more than sick.

“Whenever they picked me, I’d fight…I killed people. I…I didn’t want to…I didn’t…but…a man pointed the gun to my head, told me to finish the job or he’d kill me and then the other person…so I…I…I did it…every night they picked me…I’d kill the other person before they, or the men, killed me…but I didn’t want to…I didn’t…”

Dana looked up from his chest, tears falling down her eyes as she swallowed hard, and Daryl didn’t think he’d ever seen her looking like that. He hated it, it hurt, it was a dart to the heart, and he hated that she’d gone through something like that. He couldn’t imagine it. “I know, kitten, I know…” He whispered, trying to comfort her, to reassure her, wishing that he knew how to make it better, hating that he didn’t know what to do or say. He kissed her lips, tasting her tears, before Dana snuggled to him again, tight, and Daryl wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest tightly, feeling her shaking.

“So I…I kept killing…until I was picked every night…until…until there was nobody else in the cages but me…” Dana swallowed hard. “I thought that they’d kill me now, I had murdered all those people just to be killed anyway. But they said they were going out to find more people…or walkers for me to fight, if they didn’t find anything else. Left a couple of men watching the place. Idiots. Called for one of them, took off my clothes, told him I was bored and to get in the cell with me. Idiot. He thought I was going to unzip his pants, I took the knife from his belt, slit his throat. Went for the other man, gutted him before he could shot me. The two women were scared, told them I’d help them but they…they seemed scared of me…wouldn’t let me close…they took some stuff and ran away…”

On one side, Daryl thought that those women were idiots, but on the other, he could understand them a bit, he’d seen how Dana could be when she got feral, and the women had seen her fighting and killing people every night, even if she was forced to do so, and Daryl could see her, maybe naked and bloodied after killing the two men. Still, probably those women would have been better off with her, safer and protected.

“I didn’t run. Went to the armory, took a riffle. Climbed on top of their lookout, waited for the other men to come back, shoot at them all. All the bullets. They didn’t see it coming. Then I left…was on my own until Rick and you found me.” Dana didn’t say anything else, and Daryl didn’t know what to say either, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing, but it felt wrong to just stay silent after Dana had told him everything.

“I…uh…I’m sorry…” Daryl muttered, it was lame but he didn’t know what else to say, and he felt Dana nodding. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” If only he could take her pain and trauma from her…”I uh…”

Daryl hated that he didn’t know what to say, that he wasn’t good with words. Dana didn’t seem to mind, she sat up, stroking his cheek and leaning to kiss it before she pulled back again. “We got a run. Come on.”

“Wait…” Daryl sat up and wrapped his arms around Dana before she could pull back, and he kissed her forehead, feeling pleased when it made her smile. “Nothing like that it’s ever gonna happen to you again, alright? I ain’t gonna let that happen,” Daryl assured her and Dana nodded in silence. “Not that you need me, I’ve seen you fighting, you’re a lioness…” Daryl murmured shyly, but he meant it, when he saw Dana’s smirk,he didn’t care about shyness anymore. Still, even if she was badass and a fighter, a survivor, so strong and skilled, Daryl would do anything in his hand to keep her safe, to take care of her, to protect her life with his if needed. He had the feeling that Dana thought the same about him, though. “But…I ain’t letting anyone hurt you ever again.”

Dana gave him that small half-smile. “I know,” she whispered before leaning to kiss his lips, and when she pulled back, Daryl leaned to hold his forehead against hers.

“Thank you for telling me all that,” he told her quietly. “I know it ain’t easy…I appreciate it. Thank you.”

Dana nodded, her forehead nudging his. “I trust you,” she whispered, and somehow, her words alone made Daryl feel like he could melt as something twirled in his belly.

“And I trust you too,” he murmured.

Dana pulled back and smiled at him. “I’m not letting anyone hurt you either,” she said quietly before kissing his lips again. “Come on. We got a run.”

The run was as good as it could go. As always, they didn’t find as many stuff as they’d have wanted, but that was usual, everything was scarcer and scarcer each new run, and Daryl knew they were lucky they had the prison with orchards, farming and hunting their own food, building their own stuff, for when every place ran dry and there wouldn’t be a chance to find stuff on runs as often anymore. But nobody had been hurt, and that was the important thing.

There had been walkers around, and so Daryl had seen once more how Dana could go from the kitten that shared his bed and snuggled to him, to the feral cat that fought walkers ferociously, viciously sinking her knife into their heads. She was skillful but sometimes it worried Daryl how she just threw herself at walkers, no matter that she always came on top, dead bodies piling up around her. Whenever he told her, though, Dana just rolled her eyes and pecked his lips to shut him up and, Daryl was pretty sure, to get him flustered too.

It always came to his mind how Rick, Carol, and the others always told him to be careful when on runs he didn’t think it twice about throwing himself at walkers, putting them down before they could hurt any of his family, trusting his skill…now he was experiencing first hand how it was to worry about someone doing the same, though if he was honest, he still did it. But now, they had each other, Dana and him, fighting together, having each other’s back, protecting their family, making sure no walker or any threat could get to them, and even if he’d be embarrassed to say it aloud. Daryl sometimes, sometimes, allowed himself to think that maybe together, they could be unstoppable.

We got fluff, and Dana’s backstory, and more fluff. I hope you liked the chapter. If you did, please let me know your thoughts in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more tha welcome. We got back to action next chapter! (But, no, won’t follow the prison show plotline).

As always, excuse my English.

I’ll reblog this with the taglist in a second.

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 4 years ago

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Have you noticed the thing in fanfics of children's lit where the writer gives the protagonist new parent figures? The parent figures say things like "no child should have had to do x!". PF's don't prevent protagonist from doing heroism but might ground them for it after. Under their care, the protagonist is likely to get a job, often at the business of the PF. Seems less common for the Animorph (more in ATLA and Harry Potter), but if you have seen this, what's going on? Why do writers do this?

Why do writers do this?

Welcome to the fandom renaissance, Nonny! My best stab as to what’s going on here is that we’re seeing fewer and fewer shipping wars due to a whole range of forces from “the average age of fandom is increasing” to “there’s an ongoing post-monogamy societal shift.” BUT that there’s still a desire to see relationship-building fic go in the gaps where (for instance) Pro-Jacob Anti-Edward fic used to go. So instead of writing about Edward and Bella’s romance, people are writing about Edward and Carlisle’s mentorship, or Leah and Rosalie’s friendship.

What’s going on?

Again, a stab in the dark: it’s a really fun story premise, one that can get away from the way ships are sometimes fraught with baggage. Found Family is intensely cathartic, in the sense that it takes characters who are miserable and/or lonely in canon and allows them to build loving relationships with each other. It also (IMHO) reflects that trend among Millennial Whippersnappers to move away from nuclear definitions of “family” and toward embracing everything from polyamory to sexless romance to adult adoption.

Not only that, but it’s awesome in that it lets writers play so much with foils. Stranger Things obviously does this Up to Eleven (pun intended): Steve’s an arrogant jerk when he’s interacting with Nancy but a dorky sweetheart around Dustin, Hopper’s at his worst around Joyce but at his best around El, Billy’s evil to Max but might be redeemable around his mom, etcetera. This premise gives fan writers the chance to get wildly different characters into a room together — what if the Tonks family adopted Neville Longbottom? — and start playing out the fun potential.

Why Avatar and Harry Potter (but not Animorphs)?

In a word: FOILS. Both AtLA and Harry Potter are series filled with good, bad, and ugly mentors, and both series have contrasts between the good and the bad. For AtLA, it’s no accident that Zuko finally reuniting with his father in S3E1 is intercut with the scene of Katara finally reuniting with her father. Katara’s fam airs their grievances, talks things out, yells, cries, apologizes, forgives, hugs, and affirms their ongoing love. Zuko’s fam deals with having 500 times as much baggage by... Zuko kowtowing silently on the floor while Ozai talks about everything but their problems with each other. After that sequence, the desire to get Zuko into a room with Hakoda for some proper fathering is practically overwhelming, and many brilliant fan writers have obliged us by doing exactly that.

For Harry Potter, there’s no scene that’s as in-your-face with the contrast between healthy vs. unhealthy disagreement with one’s father, but there are still plenty of mentor foils. Sirius and Petunia are probably the clearest examples. Sirius is a raging mess who (on the surface) has nothing to offer Harry: he’s an ex-con with a drinking problem and untreated mental health issues who spends much of the series homeless. Petunia has her shit together and (on the surface) is the perfect guardian for Harry: she’s a wealthy full-time parent who lives in a large suburban house, and is both his closest surviving relative and his legal guardian. But of course all Harry needs from a parent is love and support, and Sirius offers that in spades while Petunia has none to spare. Again, the desire to rip Harry away from the Dursleys and ship him off to go be a Black is overwhelming, and many beautiful works of fan fiction have done exactly that.

Animorphs... doesn’t have mentor characters. Like, none. Elfangor dies, Toby does her own thing, Erek can’t be trusted, neither Ax nor Jake wants to mentor, and all adults are possible controllers. Eva’s the closest we get, but by the time she’s free, everyone (especially Eva) recognizes that the Animorphs are already more experienced than her. We don’t even see a dynamic like the Teen Titans show where the villains mentor the heroes — Jake and Marco might occasionally parallel Visser Three and Visser One, but they don’t learn from the vissers the way that Robin does from Slade or Raven does from Trigon. The kids just... find their own way. So while people have written fic where Elfangor or Eva or Mertil or Tom mentors the team, there’s not this in-your-face missed opportunity for the kids to get the parenting they deserve in Animorphs the way there is with Harry Potter and Avatar.

Have you noticed the thing?

Personally, I love this trend. I’m not much of a shipper — I’m not fond of “will they or won’t they” romantic premises, and actively dislike “they will because they’re soulmates” premises. My favorite Ship Dynamics are all platonic. Like, my faves include (but are not limited to):

Grubby Semi-Feral Mentee and Aloof Socially-Incompetent Mentor Bond with Alarming Speed Over Niche Magical Interest (see: Briar and Rosethorn in Circle of Magic, Boy 412 and Marcia in Septimus Heap, Jason and Bruce in Batman, Wart and Merlin in The Once and Future King)

Well-Intentioned Loving Parent Irretrievably Fucks Up Child, Copes with Fallout (see: John and Dean in Supernatural, Adam and Cal in East of Eden, Soichiro and Light in Death Note, Elaine and T.J. in Political Animals)

I’ve Only Known This Person With Extremely Specific Shared Trauma for 10 Minutes But If Anything Happened to Them I Would Kill Everyone (see: Toph and Zuko in AtLA, Luke and Annabeth in Demigod Diaries, Ax and Tobias in Animorphs, Spike and Angel in Angel, Parker and Eliot in Leverage, Johanna and Finnick in Catching Fire)

Saving the World Sucks But At Least My Ultra-Competent Siblings Are Suffering With Me (see: Edmund and Lucy in Chronicles of Narnia, Sam and Dean in Supernatural, the Hargreeveses in Umbrella Academy, the Crains in Haunting of Hill House)

Just Because I Tried to Kill You That One Time Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Help You Hide a Body, JFC We’re Still Family and I Don’t Know What You Take Me For (see: the Robins in Batman, Septimus and Simon in Septimus Heap, Kyle and Ian in The Host)

We Were the Weird Cousins At All the Family Reunions and We’ve Only Gotten Weirder Since (see: Kate and George in Story Time, Jake and Rachel in Animorphs, Po and Bitterblue in Graceling Realm)

#fan fiction #animorphs #animorphs meta #animorphs fic #animorphs fandom #fan meta #fandom #harry potter #avatar the last airbender #ship dynamics #found family #atla #Anonymous #ask #mentoring #i write sibs not romance

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deadmunds-ghostbee · 3 years ago

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I wanted to talk to someone about the music haha, I love that it’s more or less confirmed the wedding taking place in 6ish (hopefully? Do you think that’s the case)

I was a little bit meh when I first saw but now am so excited (it’s more that personally I have thought the Calvin Harris & Wrecking Ball is a bit naff, but reading the lyrics I think it’s going to be great)

BUT I was most excited about You Oughta Know - it’s my karaoke/angry song, and listening to it again, it just seems fit Edwina especially in episode 5? So I wanted your thoughts really - it’s a very angry/bitter song and makes me think that Edwina could be genuinely hurt by Anthony’s actions, which makes sense - ideally I’d still love her to slowly realise that K&A like each other and she thinks he’s a bit of an idiot, but based on her possibly having feelings for him it doesn’t feel realistic? And is also pretty mature for an 18 year old. Like it feels more realistic that Edwina feels used and hurt by Anthony, whether it’s because she realises he was going to marry her just because he knew he couldn’t love her (therefore, stealing her chances of a genuine connection in the future), or just that age old feeling of realising the person you love prefers someone else (sob)?

I actually quite like this idea as opposed to her just being like “whatever!” and it gives her character more of an arc for the last few episodes - I’m always drawn to sister relationships, and there is a scene in Season 3 of the crown I rewatch all the time between Queen & her sister - both are quite reserved in their emotions but when one gets hurt they have a really emotional 1 to 1 and I’d love something similar (it’s like the last 5 mins of series 3 if you’re interested!)

Anyway, I haven’t seen anyone discussing it so wondered your thoughts! Only alternative I thought I’d was it being Colin seeing Marina again - which honestly the picture in my head if him being angry/bitter/emo I LOVE

I think it basically confirms that they’re definitely fucking by episode 7 and most likely fucking by the end or halfway through six. What that means abt marriage? Idk.

I agree with you abt the original reaction to a few of the songs. Like wrecking ball is a bit of a meme to me and Calvin is obviously trash and the pink song (unpopular opinion—? Was overplayed. Even diamonds is kinda silly) BUT as string covers I think they’ll go off and you’re right through the lens of the characters I like wrecking ball and the Calvin song. Also what about us can’t annoy me if the instrumentation is different so we’re in the clear!!

Also when I saw a song from jagged little pill (one of my fave albums) I went feral. like crazy. Also with THE gay anthem dancing on my own. But anyway I think looking *too* far into the lyrics is a mistake. Enjoy the vibes and maybe the general message of the song. Chris said he didn’t know which songs he’d use until much later and he chose ones that fit with the vibe AND the choreography.

My first thought for you oughta know was actually same as yours but it’s not anymore. Considering 5 is the episode w mr Dorset and Kate’s taking suitors (after the pink ball where they clearly have a big moment😬) I assume Anthony’s jealousy and bitterness about it is just gonna be off the fucking charts. But jealousy can also apply to Edwina or Kate. Maybe Anthony in his anger is more determined to court Edwina and Kate gets pissed, maybe Edwina knows about their feelings or knows she’s being used and has the reaction you point out. Maybe there’s an engagement between two people that triggers the emotions who knows? But out of everyone in the situation who is most likely to feel such wrath and callousness and coldness it’s most in-character for Anthony.

Edwina’s still such a mystery at this point even tho we’ve gotten a lot from her. She looks pissed in 2 different stills and we don’t know at who and why and at what point in the show other than that it’s early. But I trust she’ll have things to do later on regardless of her feelings abt it. (If that’s really her at the ball it’s throwing me. She’s too smart to not know abt Kathony feelings idk why she’d be so nonchalant abt them dancing if she still cared but this is so complicated it’s anyones guess).

(I actually have a theory that this Queen Charlotte/LW thing might be a big part of this. QC wants Anthony/Edwina and LW wants to show she has power over QC so they play with the triangle like it’s dolls. LW is team Kathony and eventually leaks the info to ruin QCs ship. But before then I think Pen might be getting into Edwina’s ear and steering her toward other people, other ventures to break it up as well.)

But back to the songs—there can be anger and jealousy between other characters too! I just think the vibe of whatever ball this song will be played at will be INCREDIBLY TENSE and I hope we get some yelling and messiness between people.

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 4 years ago

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The Guardian’s Oath, Part Thirteen

Ok, I’ve been at this for over a month at this point and it’s a relief to say that we’re approaching the home stretch. I think we’re still looking at a few more posts- three or four?- but things are starting to wind down. Or up. There is winding happening. If you’d like to get caught up, you can find all the previous parts linked in the Master List. If you’d like to let me know your theories as to what’s happening/ going to happen, that is very welcome!

Pairing: Feargal Devitt/ Finn Balor/ OFC

Word count: 1,632 (shorter bit this time!)

Content advisory: nothing for this part

Once she had left, Kate excused herself to wash the dishes, clearly aware that the Reverend and I wanted to speak alone.

“Are you going to tell me I’m being unfair to the boy?” Feargal asked.

“If you’d punished him just for daydreaming about folk tales then I’d tell you I thought it harsh but he was insolent to you when you questioned him about it. He shouldn’t be talking back to his elders and especially his father that way.”

“But you do think I’m being harsh.”

“I sympathize with his disappointment,” I conceded. “And I suspect that a lack of exercise in the last couple of weeks is partly responsible for his bad behavior this morning.”

“You seem to be going out of your way to avoid telling me you think I’m wrong.”

“I’m not trying to say that you’re in the wrong! Just because I can understand his feelings doesn’t mean I automatically side with him over you!” Feargal rolled his eyes and that was enough to bring tears to my eyes. “I don’t understand why you seem to be trying to pick a fight with me.”

He turned to look at me and the second he saw my pained face, his expression softened. He walked over to my side and kissed my forehead, cradling my face in his hand, becoming the man I had married once again.

“Forgive me, love,” he cooed in my ear, “I think perhaps I’m questioning my own reaction. I don’t want to deprive my son of a well-deserved day off. I have some bad memories associated with some of the local stories, and with those of Finn Balor most of all. I’ve told the servants not to repeat those tales to the children but I know that they forget and do it anyway. So at the least I try to keep the children from believing in them.”

“Your bad memories,” I ventured, “do they have something to do with your late wife?”

He sighed and gave me a little nod.

“During her… decline… Sarah started believing in all sorts of strange things. She’d hear these otherwise harmless little fables from people in the village and she’d suddenly start acting as if they were facts. She believed that the old caretaker at the burial ground next to the church was a ghost, for instance. But worst of all were the ideas she got in her head after she heard about Finn Balor.

It must seem ridiculous to you, the idea of a grown woman believing that there was some kind of goblin or demon lurking about but she did. Sometimes, she’d say that this Balor was threatening the children. Sometimes she’d lay in bed for days because she claimed she’d been injured fighting him. Then, when she said she was going to have a third child, it became worse. One minute, she’d be saying that she had a demon inside her and the next, she’d be claiming that I was some kind of monster who meant to steal the baby from her.”

Tears coated his eyes and he blinked rapidly to try to clear them away.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” I hummed.

“What harm could she have thought I would bring my own child?”

“She wasn’t thinking right. Her mind was ill. No one who knew you could ever imagine that you could hurt a child.”

I felt knots of guilt and tension twisting inside me as I heard the story. How was it that I had confused him, however briefly, with this same creature? How had I let myself believe that this beautiful, innocent man next to me could be anything other than the angel he seemed? It was not the first moment that I had questioned my own sanity since arriving at this place but it was the first time that I felt that I was potentially a danger to the others there.

“I’ll take Sophia out for a walk,” I soothed him. “Why don’t you talk to William and then you can come and meet us if you think it’s warranted.”

“As always, you are my angel of good sense.”

Sophia was quiet for the first part of our walk, her eyes flitting over my form as we made our way down to the sand. The last step had always been a little loose and the winter had apparently made it more so. I moved slowly, trying to balance my strange new body.

“Here,” she said, taking my arm in hers and guiding me down, “you need help.”

I thanked her and was a little surprised when she tightened her grip on my arm to steady me on the uneven surface.

“Why does Papa hate it so much when we talk about things like Finn Balor?”

“I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I suppose he doesn’t want you to start believing things that aren’t true.”

“It’s more than that,” she continued sagely. “You know it is too.”

“Whatever his reasons, we should respect his wishes. It does us no harm to push those things from our minds.”

“Can you do that? Can you just push something out of your mind if you don’t want it there?” She seemed incredulous. “I can’t. There are lots of things that I’d like to never think about again but that doesn’t mean I can stop them.”

“We all think about things from time to time, but the idea is he doesn’t want us wasting our time dwelling on them. You’re smart enough to understand that.”

Sophia smiled a little deviously, leading us closer to the water. I wasn’t happy about the idea of getting wet but the sand was firmer where it was damp and so I didn’t resist.

“You say “we”, like you’re included. You’ve thought about those sorts of things too, haven’t you?”

I nodded but immediately said, “I’ve always been easily frightened since I was a girl.”

“No,” the girl countered, “I think you were really scared when we told you about Balor. I think that you felt like he was real the same way we did.”

“Such things aren’t real.”

“Our mother thought there was a spirit in the house, you know. She thought it meant to harm us. She said that it wanted to take Colin when he was born.”

“I’m sorry that you had to hear that. I don’t mean to say anything against her but that must have been very hard for a little girl to understand and I can see why you’d be frightened and confused.”

“Sometimes at night, she’d come and sleep in my bed when she was upset. She’d have to curl up to fit in but she said that she wanted to be with us so that we’d be safe. She’d say all sorts of things.”

Sophia continued to head towards the water, pulling hard on my arm despite my increasing resistance.

“She told me that we couldn’t ever be safe from this thing that lurked in the house because it was as much its home as ours. She was certain it was going to take one of the children, one of three, but she promised she’d protect us.”

With a sudden movement, Sophia hopped onto a slab of rock that jutted through the sand. She jerked my arm forward and down to pull me after her but I lost my footing and found myself on my knees in the sand as water pooled around me. Sophia locked her hands on my shoulders, dark eyes gleaming and tendrils of her hair caught in the wind, making her look like something feral.

“If you believe, you can protect us from what Papa can’t,” she whispered harshly. “Will you? Will you keep us safe?”

The sun hit my eyes and for a moment it was like the girl herself was transformed into something magical, but then she was before me once again, the beautiful, strange child that I’d cared for as my own and all I wanted was for her to know that she could trust me.

“Yes,” I promised, “yes I will.”

She smiled serenely and helped me back to my feet as some voices hailed us from a distance.

William reached us first, able to run at a shocking speed even as the wet sand pulled at his feet. As he came charging up, Sophia held her arm out to make sure that he stopped before he ran into me. The two of them exchanged a knowing glance and she arched her eyebrows at him.

“Papa told me you said I should be allowed to come,” William grinned.

“As long as you understand why you were wrong to speak to him as you did, then you deserve to have a day to relax.”

“He needs to learn to think more before he speaks,” Sophia scolded.

“I’ll race you back to the rocks,” he challenged her.

She took off without even accepting, him hot on her heels as Feargal reached me.

“What on Earth happened to you, love?”

I looked down at my clothing, soiled and damp from my spill earlier. “I’m afraid I lost my footing, but Sophia was able to help me back up.”

“Are you quite sure you feel up to this?”

“Yes, and I suspect that soon I won’t feel up to anything, so I’m going to enjoy this walk even if I keep falling down all day.”

He laughed at my uncharacteristic obstinacy and took my hand. The children scampered around the rocks and life seemed sweetly normal. But I found myself startled at every strange noise, every shadow I saw from the corner of my eye. I could not relax because, as mad as it seemed, I believed that there was something from which I had to protect my family.

#finn balor imagine #finn balor fanfic #nxt fanfiction #nxt imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wayward wrestle writing #wrestling fanfic #wrestling imagine

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wolfromate · 5 years ago

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The Teen Wolf Rewrite

I couldn't sleep so . . . Yep The first and second seasons could stay the same as they are except for little things. First of all, the Hales would have survived the fire somehow, Kate would still be involve -EW NO- but Derek and Laura could somehow save their family and pack, Derek would be bitter even though his pack is totally fine because of GUILT and plot and drama and stuff. They are rich and live in a massive wonderful house in the woods because their magic is tied to the land and the trees and the wild.

But other than that I think almost everything could stay the same, and maybe Peter's mate died of illness that year or some hunters cross them badly or something before and had gone feral ever since. Scott would be more willing to join their pack and Stiles could learn so much about werewolves and the supernatural world while making friends with everyone except for Derek cause he is a jerk.

Derek could ask his mom and sister about what to do with the Alpha power he got from his uncle to save his sister’s throat. He would train Erica and Boyd and Isaac with his mother watchful eyes so he wouldn't mess anything up otherwise, he would get the help he needs.

The third season though . . . we could just start from scratch here. Before everything let's say that the Alpha Pack storyline was never that good to me because of so many things: 1. Killing Erica and Boyd. What the hell? No. 2. Deucalion was never that scary anyway . . 3. There is no way in hell Scott could EVER survive against him and the Alpha Pack, let's alone turn into a True Alpha. 4. Poor sweet Stiles doesn't need to deal with the Nogitsune. 5. Derek Hale deserve some kind of happiness somewhere in this universe. 6. Papa Stilinski need a break. 7. Peter Hale stays DEAD. 8. The Alpha Pack doesn’t exist.

There could have been some Hunters Council of some sort -I stopped watching after almost finishing the third season so I don't know if there is anything in the show of what I am gonna say from now on- who would send some of their people to the Argents because of their "friendly relationship" with the Hales and Alison's relationships with Scott and Isaac, and at the same time there could be some witches who wants to take the Hales power of the land because magic and stuff but Stiles somehow stop them saving everyone, including Derek -HUH in your face Sourwolf- discovering that he has magic inside of him. Papa Stilinski knows about werewolves and magic and supernatural and get a headache.

The Argents would travel to go into trial infornt of the Hunters Council in France for their deal with the Hales and for not killing Peter Hale but they are innocent so they get to go but the Hunters Council doesn't trust them fully now so they send some of their elite hunters with them to observe and report back to the Hunters Council and act as they see fit.

Stiles can't control his magic, so Talia ask some of her old friends if anyone can help, so Stiles get send away to learn from a powerful mage how to control his magic over the summer break, Scott get sad, Isaac and Erica and Boyd too, but Derek is sadder for some odd reason.

Laura start bugging Derek for his grumpy mood asking why he is such a Sourwolf and Derek snaps at her and she just smirk and hums away to tell every member of their family about this new development. Scott bonds with Isaac and Erica and Boyd and Derek as they have some peace to do so before some weird daemon come into their home and start sucking people souls so it could be more powerful than even Lucifer and become the King of Hell when he gets back there, and as it start sucking the Hale Pack souls while smirking and laughing manically Stiles shows up and saves everyone with his clan.

Scott is over the moon that his bestfriend is back, Isaac and Erica and Boyd and everyone is around him saying hi and asking about him, but Derek stay behind, clinching and unclinching his fists as he watches Stiles getting hugged by everyone in his pack, and he smiles a little bit as Stiles smiles at him while he hugs Cora back.

The hunters who got back with the Argents are just disgusting, Alison hates them for their sexism and anti-wolvesness and badmouthing and everything, but her dad ask her to act as if they don't exists, and to stay away from the Hale Pack for now, which is hard because they are her friends, but she does as he asked.

The hunters goes out of their ways just to make the wolves snap at them but they hold it, until one day they cross Stiles thinking that he is a wolf because he is in the Hale Pack, but he threaten them of what would the Mage Clans Council do if they find out about the harassment one of their own was having so they back away just a step or two. Talia and Laura goes to the Alpha Annual Gathering in Lebanon -not from the state so I don't really know if this is a city there or not lol- for more than a week in the last week of October and leave everything in Derek's hands . . Cora invites the school to a Halloween party, Derek is so unhappy with her, but he doesn’t stop the party, because the pack looks happy, and Stiles looks happy too.

A group of friends get to the woods and start fooling around and one of the boys start playing with the Nemeton and a wraith get out accidentally and kill the wohle group. At the party int the Hale's house Stiles feels the uneasiness of the woods and tell Scott and Erica who are near him that he will go and check something out. After a while Derek notice his absence and start tracking his scent with Boys and Cora -because she doesn't get to enjoy the part she started- and go into the wood after the young mage. They find Stiles fighting the wraith which is big and strong after taking the lives of the bodies lying around the Nemeton. Stiles almost dies, Derek lose it and shift to a full wolf and kill the wraith before howling triumphantly at the night sky for saving Stiles.

Derek makes Cora and the rest of the pack clean the house before his mom and sister comes back and let's Stiles sleep for a couple of days straight -there is nothing straight in this- after all of his magic was almost drained. When his mom and sister comes back though, things get so awkward he wants to die, he tells his mom what happened with the Nemeton and that he has evolved, then she gives him the MATES TALK. AGAIN. He wants to claw his ears off, Laura laugh at him the whole time.

Stiles looks at Lydia, who is smiling at Cora. He thinks of how much his life have changed since he last THOUGHT of her, which is so weird, but he smiles to himself and walk to class thinking that everything will eventually changes somehow for better or worse.

The Hunters get restless as they find nothing to the Hales which make them unpleasant to be around and unpredictably dangerous. A mage comes to the Hale house when the whole pack is there, Stiles tries to stand infornt if his dad as he feels the dark magic inside the weird smiling man, he ask for Talia's help, to give his sick dyeing daughter the bite, Talia agrees after a long conversion, the daughter die anyway, the mage looks at them for one second before he unchains his power open them, Stiles pushes his dad away from harm and pounces to shield the Hale house with his magic as Derek roar after him. He hold it until the mage stop, then everything goes black. Talia kills the mage the second he stop whatever mumbo jumbo he was doing then looks at Stiles, who was unsurprisingly in Derek arms, who is snarling at Scott for trying to come too close with blood-red eyes. The sheriff is looking worried and concerned with both his son and the way the young Alpha is behaving. Talia sigh and start talking to her son that everything is fine and that his pack is here to help him, Derek doesn't listen first, but he doesn't snap at Scott when he steps closer afterward. Taila doesn't think Derek would have reacted violently if the sheriff was the one to get closer, but she doesn't want to test her theory. Derek whines anyways as he noses at Stiles’s temple before the sheriff take his son into his arms.

The hunters see it all. They report to the Hunters Council, who ask for a gathering to hunt down the Hale Pack.

Stiles sleep for a whole day. Derek stay with him, even thought he feels awkward by the way the sheriff is staring at him. The sheriff says suddenly to the dark after the night have come “If you hurt him . . “ and Derek doesn’t let him go on. Because he can’t even think of Stiles being hurt without feeling like his heart ache, so he tells the sheriff, and the sheriff just nodes and say “Good to know”. And that is that.

Stiles finds out about a novel Derek have been writing for a while and freak out, because he loves it, Derek freak out when he knows that it is his novel Stiles have been reading in the living room at the Hale’s house, Stiles hushes him so he can finish the chapter he is reading and then tells Derek all of his feedback on the story, and they talk about the young quite prince who is obviously in love with the snarky stable boy.Then Stiles ask Derek if he is bisexual and hums when the Alpha says yes, and he says demisexual when Derek ask about his sexuality.

The Argents warns the Hale Pack of the hunt. Alison say goodbyes to each one of them before going to France for good with her dad. and the Hale pack start preparing for a war with the hunters if they need to. And they inform the White Wolf in London of what is happening Cora tells Scott that the White Wolf is their royal family like when the beta ask about them, Stiles chock on his own spite while Derek smiles fondly at him as he rub his hand up and down the mage’s back.

The White Wolf answer back to them and send some of their betas. Derek doesn’t like them, at all, and he makes it perfectly clear to everyone, Stiles snaps at him one night after a meeting when they are alone and demands answers for what the Alpha is doing and Derek keep saying that he doesn’t trust them with his pack and family and Stiles tells him that he didn’t trust him too at the start and Derek shake his head saying “Not the same.” and Stiles doesn’t leave until Derek promise him that he will be such a good boy next time, and he run laughing to his jeep to get away from Derek’s fangs and crimson eyes.

Derek tries to behave but can’t really hold his grumpiness when one of the betas starts flirting with Stiles, who smiles shyly at the beta without saying anything. Derek storms out of the room and Laura comes after him when he takes so long to come back. She finds him shifting into a full wolf and running all over the place just to get the anger out, she just sits there until he come and put his head on her lap, she pats his head. They sit there quietly.

The hunters comes charging at them when the moon is nothing but a black smudge in the night, and the wolves are at their weakest, but they have Stiles, and the training the White Wolf betas have put them through is paying off in the fight with the hunters. But the lack of moonlight still affect them and Derek gets hurt badly and Stiles tries to help him but magic doesn’t heal lethal wounds, and he start crying holding Derek in his arms as the wolf whisper to him kind words to make the pain gentler, and Stiles feels like his soul is being torn apart. He has everything to lose now.

Stiles puts his hands on Derek’s chest and let his soul go into the Alpha’s body, searching for the wolf soul, which comes to him slowly and warp itself around Stiles’s soul weakly, Stiles get them both out of the dark and back to their bodies. Derek is unconscious, but the pack is still fighting, so he kisses Derek’s forehead and leave Boyd to protect his Alpha.

Scott, is bleeding, Isaac is thrown away and doesn’t move after, Cora is roaring at a hunter who is holding Laura down, Talia is drowning in blood, Stiles doesn’t know if it is hers or no, and the rest of the Hales is bleeding or almost dyeing. Stiles doesn’t know what to do to help them. He start thinking of something so bad to do so he can help his pack, he think of asking the Nemeton to for help, he almost touch the tree when the wolves start whimpering around him and crouching down hold their heads in their hands and he panic, his friends, his family, his pack is dyeing just before his eyes. And before he can do anything the whimpering stop and a woman come out of the dark with couple of people at her sides and says “Now we can talk.”

Stiles notice that even the hunters are unmoving, he looks at the woman who smiles at him, and he breathe as relief fill his heart with warm feeling of peace. The Mage Clans Council Head is here to protect them. The Head of the Mage Clans Council start threatening war against the Hunters if they don’t retreat back and leave the Hales and the young mage alone as they were. The hunters are unhappy but they do retreat leaving the Hale Pack broken and in need of so much rest.

The mages help Stiles healing the Hales as much as they can, but the wolves sleep for almost a whole day, except for Derek, who sleep for an entire week. When he wakes up, he finds Stiles sleeping in the chair next to his bed, and his mom smiling at him from behind him. she kisses his head and tell him that she would bring some food. and he hums for an answer. He keeps looking at Stiles for a long time, before the mage start mumbling and then wake up with a scared voice. He looks at Derek with wide eyes for a moment before jumping at him and hugging the shit out of him, Derek holds Stiles back and noses at his neck breathing his scent happily. His mom closes the door after leaving the food on the table nearby.

Stiles let go of Derek who bites his tongue so he wouldn’t protest the sudden cold on his skin. Stiles start reproaching Derek of how dumb he was and what give him the premonition to get hurt and how dare he almost dies on him and that he can never ever do that to Stiles again, ever. And Derek let his mouth tag on a small smile, so Stiles ask him why he is smiling like an idiot, and Derek just breathe “I love you” whispering it almost, and Stiles’s eyes tears up and say that he take it back take it back take it back because it was always him who say it first in his fantasies, but Derek say no and that Stiles should live with it, and he does.

The pack finds them cuddling later that day.

#teen wolf #sterek #hunter #i couldnt sleep so this happen #i am not sorry #jeff davis is an asshole #rewrite teen wolf #they deserve to be happy #this ship doesn't die until I say so #i will die with this ship

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littlebitlizbit · 5 years ago

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The Two Year Miracle

Tinker... Where do I begin? With his spirit, his sass? His grumble meow, or his cooing purr? The crook at the top of his long broken tail, or his blown out oracle eye? There are so many feelings and emotions that his name brings up, and I hope that I have the words to get them out right...

So right, where do I begin? I guess at the beginning.

About two and a half years ago my household lost one of our cats to old age. Our other cat, Rufus, was never a huge fan of his late sibling, but he was still used to anothers cat’s company. I wanted to bring him in a new friend, but knew that financially it would be a stretch. I have a rare genetic disorder that gets in the way of full time work, and vet bills, especially for older cats, tend to add up... but still, Ruffie needed a companion. I started to look online at some of the various animal rescues around the lower mainland, and stumbled across Katie’s Place. It is a no kill cat rescue, that offers a unique option for those looking to adopt. It’s called the Permanent Foster Program. This program exists to get the most in need cats into a household asap. It applies to the senior cat’s, in Kate’s Place care, that have non life threatening issues. The hardest part about adopting out older cats is people’s concerns over vet bills, and this is where Katie’s place differs from most shelters... They work with vets who continue to see the cats for the remainder of their lives, and Katie’s Place covers any fees or medication costs. I started looking through their cats available for adoption gallery, and finding out which ones were available for the PM program. There were at least three that could have been a good fit, so a friend and I headed out on one of their open house days to meet the candidates. I remember thinking how smart of a set up they had, to house the rescues in a comfortable way. You pass through a safety gate and into a comfortably lit portable, with rooms running down either side of the hall, each with an connected covered patio. Instantly we were greeted by the “hall cats.” We entered the first room, that comfortably housed about 6 rescues. One of the PF cats was sleeping in her bed, and she perked up as I put my arm near her bed. She was a beauty white fluffy girl, who was sweet, but wasn’t a fan of other cats, so not the best fit. As we popped in and out of the rooms, I had my eye out for one named Smigeon, a black fluffy guy who sounded chill on the website. He was in one of the rooms towards the back, on the porch, a volunteer informed me. On the way through to him, my eye was draw to this miserable looking cat, with very obvious sight issues. He was bald and covered in scabs, raising his paw cautiously in front of himself from on top of a cage within a cage. There was something about him... but not wanting to startle him, I let him be, and continued through the door to find Smigeon snoozing utop a cat tree. He instantly rolled over and gave me the sweetest look and started purring at my pets. I was sold, and went to tell the woman in charge that I would like to take him. As I was petting some cats nearby her and another volunteer, I overheard the volunteer tearfully say “I don’t want him to die in here.” I went over and asked what was up, and was told that Smigeon came in with another cat, but this other cat was super sick, and had a stomach tumour, and wasn’t expected to last more than two weeks. I called home and asked my partner if he trusted me, and he said yes. I told him we were getting two cats. Turns out the mostly blind scabby guy was Smigeon’s old house mate. I knew that I could give him so much love in the time he had left, and though it would hurt, resigned myself to this short term guy. I was told to really have a think about it overnight, and was there the moment they opened the next day with carriers ready to bring them home. It was as if this scabby cat, this Tinker, knew we were coming for him. He was off of his smaller cage, and at the mouth of his big one with his paw outstretched towards me the moment I walked in. My friend helped cage up Smigeon while I got Tinker into his. Smige fell asleep in his cage on the way home, while Tinker, sat half in his cage, half on my lap, staring either at me or out the window. He could see a bit...but not much.

And then the boys were home.

Smigeon pranced around the house like he was the happiest prince. He LOVED water, like would let the tap drip on his head he loved it so much (even tried to jump into the bath with me once.) Rufus was wary of Smigeon, there were a couple hisses, but for the most part didn’t seem to mind him. Tinker was another story... the poor guy walked into walls and chairs, but could see at least a little bit and had great hearing. Rufus was mesmerized by him. Like he could tell that something was wrong with this guy, so wasn’t aggressive in the least bit. If Tinker hissed, Ruffie would just quietly sniff near him, and give him space. That first night, all the cats were on the bed. Tinker couldn’t jump up on his own, so I made him a set of makeshift stairs, that he ended up being really good with. He then marched, with all the grumpy sass of an old man, onto my chest, and promptly curled himself around my neck, falling almost instantly and deeply asleep. I knew then and there that this cat had my heart, in a way that I’d never experienced before.

Sure, I’ve had some great cats, amazing cats, sweet silly cats. One of my favourite cats growing up was exceptional, Taz. He was a rescue, a smushed faced himalayan persian, who would jump from the floor up to my stomach then from stomach to shoulder and perch there. He’d give me kisses and hugs, sat on my lap every meal and whenever I was on a couch. He slept at my feet and used to love to sit on my chest and just stare at me, purring. He was the cat that made me fall in love with grumpy old man cats... but he has long since passed and I didn’t think I’d ever get that lucky again.

I was wrong.

As the days went by, Tinker thrived. Him and Rufus seemed to be bonding exceptionally fast, and he would devour any food that was put in front of him. He loved fresh water, and would drink loudly while padding the floor, and then would put his paw right into his mug. Oh yes, he drank out of a Batman mug, he wouldn’t drink out of a bowl, but the mug was his jam. Smigeon, our clean, other than being older, bill of health kitty, on the other hand, was not doing well. No matter what I’d put down for him food wise, he wouldn’t eat. Not even fresh cooked meat or bacon. I started to “baby bird” him and would fill a thick syringe up with moist food, and feed him that way. He ate a tiny bit of dry food one day, and he’d drink tons of water. After a week I brought him and Tinker in for a check up, since Tinker’s skin condition didn’t seem to be getting any better, and Smigeon was getting weaker. Turns out Tinker, and now my house, had ringworm. But poor Smidge, the vet wanted to keep overnight, to see if he’d improve after being on an IV. I was called the next day by the vet, Dr.Gold, who told me that they did some more tests on Smigeon, and it turned out that his entire body was riddled with tumours. He was weak and in pain and the vet said there was nothing they could do, and that we needed to let him go. I rushed out in time to hold him, give him lots of loves and pets, as he crossed the rainbow bridge in my arms. It was hard, and unexpected, but I’m thankful that he at least got to have a final couple of weeks in a loving home.

He and Smigeon did not come from a safe/loving home. Tinker had scarring that showed not only a once broken tail, but also ribs. Some of his teeth were broken, and he wasn’t born blind, but one of his eye was completely blown out. Both cats were surrendered after a raid, completely matted and dehydrated. It boils my blood to think that some people can be so cruel... Back home, now Rufus had contracted ringworm, and both Tinker and him had to be quarantined in the spare room, while we disinfected the entire house. Tinker was on cold meds, as well as ringworm meds, and it took me a few times to figure out the best way to administer it. He would go full on feral if I tried to pinch his mouth open at all, but the liquid meds seemed to be the easiest, while I held him with my arms and legs. Both boys had to get bathed once every 2 to 3 days for about two months, and we had to completely disinfect their room a couple of times a day. During this time I would go, in my massive Batman onesie, and just lay down with them. Rufus was never big on pets and cuddles, but everytime Tinker would march straight up my chest, and lay claim to the real estate around my neck. My guess is that my breath on him from there was comforting, like he knew he was safe... The two boys became inseparable in that time, and Ruffie actually started to want tactile love. Rufus had never liked to sleep near any other cats, but the two of then now cuddled almost constantly.

Finally, after getting the final check/ok from the vets, the boys quarantine was over. (Funny side story, during that visit Tiker needed to have bloodwork done... I could hear him yowling down the hall, and when they brought him back in the vet tech was wearing a fully padded suit, and plastic neck and face guard. She basically threw him at me...poor feral guy, but was calm the second he was back in my arms) Tinker was the first out of the room, slowly but surely relishing in his new freedom. Rufus was a little more cautious upon exiting the room, but cautious is kind of his default.

Slowly but surely more of Tinker’s personality started to come out, as he blossomed. We’d now had him for about three months, and he was showing no signs of slowing down...in fact quite the opposite. After watching him one morning accurately swat at and chase a fly, I realized how good his hearing was. The pet store near me sold these crinkle balls, that made the slightest noise while being batted around. As soon as I dropped it for him, a new Tinker was unleashed. He chased and batted around that thing with the energy and accuracy of a kitten. I couldn’t believe it. Neither could the vet. On his next check up they were pleased at his weight gain, and the fact that his fur was starting to grow back in (the exact same shade as Rufus, who knew!?). His tumour wasn’t growing, but it also wasn’t shrinking, so he was put on some pain meds to make him a little more comfortable. He became even more active after that. It’s funny, he would sing, literally sing and coo to his crinkle ball wherever he would catch it and carry it around in his mouth all proud like. If he’d lose it under some furniture, we’d have to go on our hands and knees around the house to see what he lost it under, because he would cry if he couldn’t find it. Finally I bought him a pack of 12 online, so that if he lost it, we could just pop him out another. Well that didn’t work out.... turns out this one crinkle ball in particular was his baby, and no matter what, we couldn’t trick him into a different one.

As winter started to melt into spring, and we started to let Tinker out into the front yard. It’s completely fenced in, and I'd sit with him while he explored, sniffing everything he could, with a lust for life. When I was home (Which was most of the time) he would be my constant shadow. I sew, as well as make jewelry, and whenever, wherever I had a project on the go, Tinker would be right there beside me. I ended up getting him these vintage stools covered in padded fabric, and he would snooze lazily on them beside me as I worked away, occasionally waking up for some fresh water and head pets. Him and Rufus were still super close, cuddling for hours every day, an absolute first for Ruffie. He adopted a small Batman stuffy of mine, and started cuddling with it daily. The days that I had to go to work, he would give me sass all morning (if I put on makeup that seemed to be the give away that I was going out) and then come trotting to the door, as fast as he could, upon arriving back home. He did this hilarious thing when he was upset with me for going out... he’d crawl onto the bed and start biting the blanket. The first time he did it I thought he was stuck or something, but then I tried to pull the blanket away, and he grumble meowed. He would do it anytime I had to go out of town (The longest I was ever away was three nights) and usually when I’d come home from work. It turned out to be like a game of tug of war for him.

Before I knew it, a whole year had gone by with this little miracle. I was falling more and more in love with him as time went on, all the while painfully aware that every moment with him was a gift. He started to get a bit more grumbly, and eventually started developing mouth ulcers, apparently something common in cats with stomach cancer. During a check up the vet said it might be time to let him go, but he was still super active. Still eating and drinking a ton, still purred when getting love, and still played actively with his crinkle ball. We decided to treat the ulcers as best we could, and upped his CBD dose. The vet said that if the ulcers didn’t shrink with this treatment, that it might be time to let him go. I knew his lust for life, but alo didn’t want him to suffer. I remember getting him home, and telling him that I would fight for his life as long as he did. I know that cats can’t understand our language, but I feel like some of them are really excellent at picking up intent. He would always look me square in the eye, with whatever vision he had left, and seemed to be intently listening. He would talk back often too, it was pretty incredible. That week he upped his active factor... Played more than usual, wanted to go outside more, cuddled a ton, and was just an overall super happy to be alive cat. I sent the vet videos of him from that week, and she couldn’t believe it. She agreed that this was a cat who still had living to do, so ulcer meds got added to the pain med list, and he kept on going.

I started working from home, and that really pleased Tinker, though he became even more bonded to me than I thought possible. It got to the point where I'd open the bathroom door, and there he’d be, sitting like a patient dog, waiting to crawl back into my lap. He took his meds like a champ, and just like that, we were passing the two year mark of bringing him home.

Things with him were mostly great, but he was starting to slow down little by little.

He started to pee on the floor once in awhile, around the litter box, rather than in it. He prefered to do his business outside, but if someone wasn’t around to take him out, he would let his displeasure be known this way. He started coming and asking for his pain meds at the exact time he was supposed to get them, if not a little earlier. He was getting slower and slower, and I knew that the time was near. I started to build up this steel wall of protection around my heart, because everytime I thought of life without him, I’d feel this overwhelming sense of loss, and couldn’t stop from crying uncontrollably. We took things a day at a time, and things were mostly normal, other than him getting a little slower. A couple of days after my birthday he was playing with his crinkle ball. The next day he didn’t eat much, but still drank a ton and went outside. The next day he didn’t eat anything, but still drank and went outside, albeit slowly. Three days after playing with his crinkle ball he had trouble standing. I looked him in the eyes and could see that my little miracle, the grumpy old man of my life, the cat love of my life, was done. I called the vet, and found out that our favourite Doctor was just getting home from Japan that night. The receptionist booked him in to be put to sleep the next day and I hoped, selfishly, that our she could make it in. I was with him 24/7 that final week, and spent the last 48 hours on the floor with him. The morning of his appointment i brought him onto my chest, one final time onto the bed. He fell fast asleep, and I got to just feel his warmth and breath for about 4 hours. Finally, but way too soon, it was time. My friend picked me up, and we drove him out, as we had for multiple check ups, him wrapped in a towel on my lap. The wall of protection around my heart was suffering terrible fissures, but I knew that I had to be strong for him. I did my best not to cry or allow my energy to get upset, so as not to upset him. Thankfully Dr.Gold, our favourite vet, was able to make it in. She set aside a room fo us for an hour, dimmed the lights, and had a beautiful hand knit blanket for him. Remembering what he was like that last time he got poked with a needle, I asked them if I could go in the back with him to have the IV put in, and they were kind enough to just do it all right in the room. He didn’t even squawk when they administered it, which just solidified for us how done he was. We were offered more time with him, but I knew he was done, and every moment with him now was a selfish one. He closed his eyes for pets, then looked at me one final time, as the rainbow bridge opened in front of him.

Afterwards I felt strangely numb, but also calm. I did what I had set out to do, two years previous, and was given so much more than I ever could have hoped for. As I’m typing this I’m crying, and have had to take multiple breaks. Knowing that such a special relationship is over, in these forms, has been harder than I’d care to admit. Being prepared to lose him from the get go hasn’t made grieving any easier. Greif is such a funny thing, that comes for you when you’re least expecting it. I’m bursting into tears much more than I’m comfortable with, but I know things will get easier with time. I’ll never stop missing him, but will always be forever grateful for every single bonus day we had together.

Rufus is doing ok now, though he is grieving too. His tail had a droop to it, and was yeowling the nights away... So I did what I did the last time he lost a sibling... He now has a new PF brother, Clue. I may not have much money, or energy, but I saw first hand the difference love and affection can have on a life. Clue is an all black fluffy guy, just like Smigeon was, and has asthma. He’s drooly and sweet, and him and Rufus have already started sleeping on the couch together. There is no way that Tinker could ever be replaced. That’s a hole in my soul that I don’t think will ever fully heal...but knowing that I’m making a difference in another life helps. There are so many animals in need of loving homes, and not enough homes to house them. If you can, please consider adopting from our local shelter or animal rescue. I get the impulse for wanting a certain breed, but going to a breeder or a pet store is unnecessary. Just as many pure breeds cycle through rescues as not, so if you’re patient you can become the furrever home to the pet of your dreams, for a fraction of the price, and every fee paid to a rescue ensures that they can continue to help more animals.

My time with Tinker taught me to really appreciate life, and see things to be thankful for with crystal like clarity. He’s taught me compassion and patience on a new level, and gave me a lifetime's worth of cat love memories.

Think of all that your next rescue could teach you, and start looking. Nothing would make me happier than if this story can inspire you to open your heart, and home. It can be hard, it can be painful, but I promise you, it’s worth it. Please consider donating to Katie’s Place if you have the means. Or your own local animal rescue. http://katiesplaceshelter.com/ Thank you.

Love always,

Elizabeth xoxo

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eternalstereksecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Five Times Stiles Asked Derek to Marry Him, and One Time Derek Asked Stiles

@theblueeyesofaerion - Happy Holidays, my dear! A dose of pure fluff, where everybody lives, and Stiles is in the habit of proposing to Derek.

Derek had barely gotten friendly with the new werewolf and his annoying, but loyal, friend. Scott and Stiles, talking about their silly high school experiences. Derek was both vaguely disgusted over their innocence and at the same time jealous of it. That was him, before the fire, before Kate, before everything. He couldn’t even blame them for thinking he had killed Laura, no matter how much it had hurt to be accused. All he wanted was a pack, and Scott was the key.

He was trying to punish himself with another grueling workout, when they burst into the burnt out shell of his childhood home. One more push up. Ten more. A hundred.

“Oh, my god, marry me,” Stiles whispered, clearly not meant for Derek’s ears. His wide open, brown eyes devoured Derek’s half dressed body, and Derek couldn’t help but let a small smile twitch on his lips. They had come so far in the last two weeks, since Stiles threatened to kill him and tried to cut of his arm.

Peter’s giant jaws opened above Stiles, and Derek lost control of his own wolf. His claws ripped through Peter’s thigh, blood spattering across Stiles’ pale belly. “Enough!” he roared. He grabbed Stiles in a fireman’s carry, and ran as fast as he could.

Stiles was barely conscious, and Derek brought him home to the loft and laid him out on the couch. He planted his own legs firmly under Stiles, and couldn’t stop listening to his slow, regular breaths. This had been a close call. Stiles was tough, but so fragile. Once he woke up, his tired eyes focused on Derek. “You saved me. My hero. Marry me!”

Derek pushed himself up from his seat, with just a bit of a laugh. “Well, damsel, how about you don’t get into any more cars with my unhinged werewolf uncle again?”

Derek remembered his mother’s gentle hands as she taught him to make their heirloom lasagna, and somehow, cooking it brought her back. The pain over Talia’s death would never subside, but Derek was in a better place now, and he could enjoy his happy memories. He could feed his friends, his pack, and he could take care of them as if they were his family.

“Heyo, what’s cooking? Oh, wait, you’re actually cooking?”

Derek rolled his eyes, at least somewhat fondly. “Yes, I am actually cooking. Do you think I live on takeout?”

“I was expecting protein bars and whey.”

Derek felt like he couldn’t answer that with anything more than a raised eyebrow, and Stiles twitched a small smile at him.

“Is it any good, though? Smells delicious. Definitely not low fat cream like I need to use at home that you’re using in that bechamel sauce.”

Derek smacked Stiles’ fingers away with the spoon. “You’ll get it when everyone else does. Shoo!”

The rest of the pack appreciated the meal, but Stiles, Stiles was obscene. He moaned and very visibly enjoyed himself. Derek felt awkward, mostly because he didn’t want to let everyone in the pack share that face.

“Derek, this is so damn good. Marry me!”

Derek’s ears burned with Erica’s laughter.

Pack movie nights was a good idea, Derek thought, as he settled into the pile of his friends on the floor. Stiles was on the couch, with his bare feet on each side of Derek’s back, Erica and Boyd spooned next to him, and Scott rested with his cheek on Derek’s shoulder, and his arm around his back. Werewolves were tactile, and that was one of the things Derek had missed the most about having a real pack. A pack built on trust and, if he dared to say it, even love, not fear and submission.

He enjoyed the body contact immensely, even when Isaac joked about petting the dog. It felt completely natural to grab Stiles’ feet, and start rubbing.

“Oh, my god, I hope you know what you’re doing. I have erogenous zones under my feet…”

It was too late to stop now, he thought, so he just took the plunge and started giving the best damn foot massage he’d ever given. Erica raised her eyebrow, in a gesture she totally had borrowed from him. Isaac looked like he’d swallowed a whole lemon. And Stiles, Stiles sounded like he was trying not to orgasm. Derek didn’t dare to look him in the eyes; he just kept driving his thumbs into the soft ball of Stiles’ right foot.

Between groans, Stiles did manage to whisper a single sentence. “I love you so much, marry me.”

It surprised exactly nobody when Stiles kissed Derek after they took out a feral omega werewolf. They had gotten closer and closer over the years, and both of them were in much better places than when they met. Stiles had grown into his genius at Stanford, and Derek had a low key job at the local coffee house. They had both been to therapy, with therapists who knew about the supernatural. They fell together, slowly, inevitably, like a collapsing binary star.

The first time they made love, it wasn’t a desperate rush after a near death experience. It was slow, loving and worth the long wait. In contrast to the porn noises Stiles used to make over things like lasagna and good fast food, his actual orgasm was nearly silent. Just a hitch in his breath, and then a deep exhalation. Derek came just a few minutes later, collapsing on top of his lover.

“Hnnngh… Love the cuddles. Love the muscles. Don’t love the dead weight of the muscles literally on top of me.”

“I love you, you weirdo,” Derek laughed, and rolled off. “Spoon me.”

“Any…time…” They dozed, and lost track of time. This had been coming since forever, and now they weren’t ever going to stop. “Derek…” Stiles said, sleepily. “I really meant it when I asked you to marry me.”

“I know,” Derek said, because he knew that Stiles couldn’t see his smile.

“We really should, though…”

“Ask me again in a few years.”

The rebuilt Hale house move in party slash Christmas party slash Derek’s birthday party was a huge success. The food was delicious, everyone was happy, and the house was absolutely gorgeous. Derek might never have seen Stiles this happy before. Of course, they were moving in together, a huge step.

“Just so you know, I’m not doing this again as a surrogate,” the hugely pregnant Erica whispered to Derek.

“I’m not asking you to; that would be weird.” He sipped his eggnog, and caught his partner’s eyes across the room. Stiles winked exaggeratedly, and Derek did the same back.

As the party wound down, Derek ended up in the kitchen, taking a breather from the merriment. Stiles found him, and blew him a kiss. “This has been an amazing party. Your pack is great.”

“You’re not bad, either.”

“I like your pack. Can I keep them?”

“Only if you’ll marry me.”

“Of course.”

There was an endless pause. Derek could feel his heart beating hard, waiting for Stiles to say something else.

“Wait… Was that a proposal?!”

The only answer was Derek’s wide grin, and Erica whooping in the background.

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halekingsourwolf · 7 years ago

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1/9 So this started as a joke & then it fit until it didn't & now I don't know what to do so I'm sending it to you. You don't have to answer it if you don't want to, just take it as a fun (?) ramble. This'll probably be long, sorry. So I was in this conversation about how Teen Wolf missed out on having a big bad. The series long villain. And I made the joke "Well, they could've always stolen from Harry Potter, if they'd wanted to". And then I started thinking about it, if Teen Wolf *had* stolen

from Harry Potter how would that've worked out?

Hey anon! Since this is long, I’m gonna be breaking your ask down and responding to the individual pieces instead of trying to respond to it all at once at the end. Your parts will be bolded and mine won’t be.

First off, I think this is a really fun idea, I love thinking about how characters would fit in other situations. This will be extra tricky, though, since we’re trying to not only parallel characters but also individual season arcs to each of the books. I think what we’re going to end up with, probably, is a lot of elements that we can say connect (this situation is like that situation, this character is similar to that other character in some way) but might not really tie into a coherent narrative on its own. If we want to, we can look at it again later to see how TW could work if it broke more from its own structure and just became more of a loose Harry Potter AU, but for this one I’m mostly just going to focus on similarities and differences.

Let’s see how we do!

One problem is how you would count the seasons. Are seasons 3A&B 1 season or 2? Either way it doesn't fit. You either end up with 6 seasons and 7 books or with 9 seasons and 7 books. So I took the first option, which leaves me 1 season short. But if TW *had* stolen from HP maybe they would've been more successfull *shrug*. So in the 1st book (very, very roughly summarised) the hero goes against the severely weakened big bad who (we later find 3/9 out) put the hero in this position in the 1st place. When applied to TW season 1 you get: Peter. (Sorry Peter fans, I like him too but for this ramble he's gonna be our big bad.)

There are definitely some fun parallels here.

We start off with Scott, a slightly awkward and out of place teen, definitely more optimistic than Harry but also in a better place physically than Harry, until one day he’s attacked by a crazed, half-feral Alpha werewolf (just as Harry was attacked by Voldemort, albeit earlier) and is introduced to the supernatural world. This attack, we’ll eventually learn, starts our hero down the path toward becoming a Super Special Chosen One/”True Alpha.” If neither of them had been attacked, chosen, by the Big Bad, this wouldn’t have happened). Scott’s skeptical at first, to say the least, but he’s introduced to new mentors and learns how to start harnessing his new abilities.

Throughout this, Scott seems to have a mysterious connection to the unseen enemy, shown in flashes of headache and visions of what the Alpha is doing. Scott suspects his brooding mentor figure Derek as being the enemy, due to his harsh and closed off attitude, but eventually realizes Derek’s been doing his best to protect him (so yes, Derek’s Snape in this, at least for book one). Eventually they have a showdown with the Big Bad (Alpha Peter and Voldemort), burning him (molotov and physical contact) and seemingly destroying him for good.

(If we wanted to change things up a little at the series’ start to tie in more with HP, we could have Rafael McCall still living with Scott. Having the drunk and generally abusive father still around would pull in more parallels between Scott’s pre-magic home life and Harry’s, and once he learns to harness his abilities he could use them to shift and scare the man into shaping up or getting out.)

The 2nd book: the hero fights a phantom of the big bad, a girl gets possesed by said phantom & a big snake petrifies people. Ok, so that kinda fits. Peter is still the big bad. The only thing that would need to change in seasons 1 & 2 is that Peters resurrection *doesn't* work (that comes later). So no Peter in 4/9 season 3 (what did he do in 3A besides narrate the flashback? who would narrate it now? Cora? what did he do in 3B? show Scott how to enter Stiles mind & anything else?).

This book/season is my favorite for parallels.

Ginny/Lydia (both redheaded secondary characters at this point) get taken in by a shadow of the seemingly defeated Big Bad, who appears as an attractive, charismatic young man to gain their trust while insidiously taking over their minds and forcing them to do his bidding and try to resurrect him.

Meanwhile, various people in Beacon Hills are targeted and paralyzed by a snakelike creature, and the heroes make it their mission to discover the guilty party. CoS has a recurring location/theme of bathrooms, while TWs2 has a recurring theme of swimming pools. …I don’t know what to do with that, except that it popped into my head as vaguely parallel :P

There are also a few smaller parallels, like the ineffectual Dueling club Snape and Lockhart co-run, which could be paralleled to Derek’s training sessions with his new betas, and the slightly stalker-esque photographer who runs around after our heroes, snapping pictures. (Yes, poor Colin Creevey is being tied in to Matt here.)

Book 3: a person from the heros past who they think is a villain isnt, a animal is a human and later helps the big bad to life. So for 3A we have, Scotts dad and for 3B Malia? (I kinda get a laugh out of making Scotts dad Sirius, but making Malia Pettigrew? maybe if she had been a villain in TW but with how everyone hates 5/9 her now, ugh) So Peter doesn't show up in 3A&B. Allison doesn't die (yet). Kate doesn't come back. (In HP the dead *stay* dead.) I guess Malia could kidnap Derek but better to keep Mexico for the end of season 4.

Well, you know I would have loved it if M ended up being a villain, or if there was something more complex to her story to explain all the things that don’t make sense. But... ok, that said, focusing on what actually happened in TW, we could potentially pull in Jennifer as Peter? Someone our group trusts, with a specific tie to one group member in particular, who ends up betraying them and kidnapping some of our heroes to be used in a dark ritual to gain power, there are definitely parallels there. Granted, that’s tying together books three and four, and that’s where this whole parallel starts to break down because I think there are definitely some elements from season three that fit better with book four, for example; not to mention that 3A and 3B are completely different stories with independent villains and climaxes, so trying to fit them both into PoA is just a recipe for confusion. I’m gonna put my focus on 3A, I think.

So we have Jennifer as Pettigrew, disguising herself as a friend until she’s revealed as the murderous Darach. We have our main characters’ loved ones waiting to be executed by dark magic (dementors), with Stiles, Allison, and Scott subbing in for Harry and Hermione to perform potentially dangerous magic (ice bath/time travel) to set them free.

I really want to tie Lupin in to someone but no one’s coming to mind unfortunately.

Which brings me to the next question... do I skip 3B (my favorite season) entirely, or do we try to parallel 3B to book 4? That would fix the six season/seven book problem. But for now I’m gonna stick with season 4/book 4 since that’s what you did.

So book 4: A competition keeps the heros occupied while the big bad plots his resurrection with someone the hero thinks is on his side & in the end a "friend" dies. So deadpool (hitlist!) = turnament & Meredith is Moody? The season ends in Mexico were Peter with the help of a 6/9 Banshee, kidnapped Derek & *something* from Scott resurrects himself. Maybe Allsion dies. How would Peter resurrect with only Scott knowing? idk

I’m going to jump in and mention that in the end of season four someone does die dramatically: Derek. And while he does revive afterward (...somehow), he leaves Beacon Hills, leaving the pack noticeably floundering and Stiles in particular moody and desperate to cling to the people he has left. So as far as s4=book 4, I think Derek holds up as a good parallel for that loss. (If we were doing 3B=book 4, Allison would be a good fit.)

The end of the season I think is the best parallel between this book and this season, since the hero is swept away to a new place unexpectedly and made part of a dark ritual. I know you mentioned not wanting Kate back, but she would make a good parallel for someone the group thought was dead (Barty Crouch Jr) who abducts the hero to complete the ritual.

Berserkers sub in for Death Eaters, and as for Peter’s resurrection... however nonsensical, Kate and Peter working together in s4 is canon. And Peter wanted Scott gone and to gain his Alpha power back (at least... I think? His motivation was so nonsensical in s4 but what else is new) so making a deal with Kate to make that happen ties together as well.

So then book 5 (here is where the stories stopped fitting & I couldn't make them either, if you have any ideas go plot): everyone but the hero thinks the big bad is still dead, the hero and the big bad are "connected", a evil teacher appears, there's a prophecy and another "ally" dies. TW season 5: doctors experiment on teenagers, Theo tries to 7/9 get Scott killed, Mason turns into a beast, Peter doesn't show up & a Nazi escapes. So yeah. I got nothing. With Peter as the big bad it could've been interesting. Nobody belives Scott that Peter is back, Peter and Scott share a pack bond, no idea about the prophecy or the teacher, Scotts dad dies?

So just a reminder/heads up that I stopped watching the show after s4. What I know from the rest of the seasons come from other Tumblr users talking and gifs I’ve seen floating around. s5 was also another split season, meaning we can either choose one arc to parallel the book or try to blend them together into a muddy mess. The main parallel I can think of would be Stiles subbing in for Harry in this one, becoming moody and emotional after a traumatic loss (Derek), damaging his relationships with his closest friends.

Beyond that... yeah, I’m getting nothing.

So onward to book 6: the hero learns how to take the bid bads plot armour, a good guy may be a bad guy afterall & the mentor dies. TW season 6A&B: the wildhunt takes everyones memories, a 8/9 Nazi-werelion (omg) eats peoples brains, an anchient god of fear turns people into stone & Deucalion dies. (This show, I swear). So how would the new season 6A&B work? What is Peters plot armour (Hocruxes)? Does Deaton die? Who is Snape in this scenario? idk but I wish I did. What that season could've been.

Again, I’m going off very minimal information from these seasons. The mentor dying could be Deucalion (though... again, I can’t really deal with the fact that everyone’s so cool with him now after what he did in 3A. At least Derek wasn’t around and didn’t have to deal with everyone being buddy-buddy with Erica and Boyd’s murderer. *sigh* Pushing aside my issues, I am...)

The weird fear creature could be Dementors, though they didn’t really play a role in book six (here, again, we have the issue of trying to parallel specific books to seasons instead of tying in general themes). For book six.. maybe the liquid Dumbledore drinks that’s protecting Gaunt’s ring? It makes him fearful, pulls up some bad memories from his past, and more or less paralyzes him, weakening him while he drinks it.

Since Peter’s not actually a villain at this point in the season, it’s hard to pull up a parallel to the Horcruxes for him.

Which leaves book 7: the hero (& friends) find & destroy plot armour, get some info about the mentors life & all ends in a big battle not everyone survives. This would be TW fictional 9/9 season 7 (or TV movie?): Scott finally defeats Peter (& Stiles& Derek finally kiss, ofc). There you have it, well partly. I hope this was a fun read for you. Sorry, if I bothered you with it.

Overall I found this analysis really interesting, but I do think we were battling through the problem of balance between making our own story using TW elements and HP themes, or just pulling in parallels from the existing content, which makes it hard to build a coherent story.

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selfignitingimagines · 8 years ago

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Maybe In Another Life

Request- break the reader's heart using derek x braeden you can choose the ending :)

A/N- Oh boy choose the ending? I think you mean make you cry. Also I tried something knew with the spacing, which should make this a little easier to read. Is it better for you guys? Worse? Let me know.

Thunk!

The police van crossed another pothole, causing you and Derek both to flinch. You were sitting on the hard bench of the back seat, watching Liam cautiously as he leaned back against the wall opposite you. It wasn’t too long ago that he had wolfed out on the journey to save Scott and Kira from Kate, and you were still a little nervous he would do it again.

“Jesus, guys,” Stiles remarked. “Stop looking at him like that. Crisis averted, okay? All thanks to me of course, so have a little trust.”

Derek frowned at him. “You want me to trust you?”

“Me?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows. “You mean the guy who held you up in eight feet of water for an hour so you wouldn’t drown? Yeah. I want you to trust me.”

“Stiles-”

“He’s got a point,” you interjected, placing your hand on Derek’s.

“You would have found us that night,” he muttered to you.

You shook your head regretfully, remembering the way you had hauled Derek and Stiles out of the water of the school pool. The Kanima had trapped them in while Derek was paralyzed, and you had pulled them out just as the younger boy slipped under the surface. Maybe you found them in the end, but without Stiles, Derek would have drowned much sooner.

“Not in time.”

He gave your hand a squeeze, but quickly pulled out of your grasp and went back to watching Scott’s beta. You swallowed and leaned back, trying to hide your disappointment.

You had been Derek’s best friend for as long as you could remember. Your families had raised you together, which was a perk of being the granddaughter of their emissary. This was before Deaton, when you and Derek were much younger, and before your grandma died.

You were planning on following in her footsteps, but then she died, and there was the fire, and Derek changed. You had always stood by him, through Kate, through Peter, through everything, but it looked like that was all you would ever do. No matter how you felt about Derek, he just didn’t seem to feel the same.

He had pushed you away time and time again, and you thought it might have just been his nature, until Braeden showed up. She had saved your lives, and fought like hell for your best friend, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of her. She was strong, beautiful, and more importantly, she had Derek’s heart.

He didn’t even have to say it. You could tell in the way his eyes followed her around the room, in the way he seemed to be totally in awe of her. You knew the moment the two of you found her half-dead in the preserve that he was hers. The way he had carried her out of there, as if her death meant his as well...there was just no competing with that.

“We’ll be fine,” Derek said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest.

You shared a look with Stiles, who was sitting across from you, but the teen simply shrugged. To him, this was just typical Derek.

To you, it was heartbreaking.

The van slowed to a stop, and while you were no longer moving over the bumpy dirt road, you felt your chest grow tight with worry. Argent wasn’t yelling back to warn you of anything, so the plan must have been going accordingly. Unfortunately, that meant you had arrived at La Iglesia.

“We’re doing this is for Scott,” Derek whispered, but it sounded like it was more for himself than you.

“Derek,” you said softly. “If anything happens…”

You trailed off, unable to put years of memories and feelings into a few simple words. There was so much you wanted to tell him, so much he needed to know, but you couldn’t get the words out.

“Nothing is going to happen,” he said gruffly.

“Derek, you can’t heal-”

“I’ll stay out of the way. It’s what I’ve done for years.”

Your lips curled up softly. “I don’t seem to remember you being very good at it.”

He sighed, and although he wanted to stay cool and stoic, he smiled. “Me neither.”

“You were never very good when you got in the way either,” Stiles interjected. “I mean you’ve won...what? Two fights in your whole life?”

The two of you looked up to glare at him, but before you could scold him for ruining the moment, you heard the front door of the van creaking open. You took a deep breath, and stood up in the cramped space. “I guess that’s our cue.”

Derek nodded in agreement, and reached out to open the door. The desert heat wafted in, covering you in another thin layer of sweat almost immediately. Moonlight shined down on the ruined temple before you, but before you could appreciate the beauty, a feral growl came from the side of the van.

Derek gasped in shock as a berserker appeared before him, reaching out with one bony fist to drag him out of the vehicle. You screamed as he was ripped away and tossed into the dirt, feeling your heart leap into your throat.

You darted forward just as the monster before you raised a thick, bony claw, and did something you swore you would do since the moment you could talk: protect Derek.

“Y/n, don’t!” Stiles screamed, scrambling up and trying to snatch you back.

But he was too slow, and his fingers only managed to brush the edge of your shirt before you were jumping out of the van and throwing yourself in front of Derek. Your sharp scream echoed across the dusty courtyard, tearing right through him just as the Berserker’s claws tore through you.

A chill rippled down his spine, and he gazed up at you in horror as the monster ripped it’s hand away. You coughed once, and with your knees trembling, your legs finally gave out. “No!”

Stiles yelled something from the van, but Derek didn’t care what it was. He caught you around the waist, and your head fell back against his shoulder. “R-run. Please, Derek. Run.”

He set you in the dirt, and glanced up at the Berserker. Before he could do as you asked, a blast rang out through the courtyard, and it stumbled back, staring down at the hole in its chest.

Derek whirled around, heart racing, and saw Braeden standing there, shotgun raised. She came forward, firing another shot into the monster standing before him. It backed off, disappearing into the ruins of the temple, and Derek knew the fight wasn’t over, but he didn’t care.

He knelt by your side, and hastily pulled you into his lap. Stiles stumbled out of the van a few feet away, and dropped to his hands and knees next to the two of you. He glanced up at Derek, fear in his eyes with what was to come, but the former Alpha didn’t see anything but you.

“Why the hell would you do that?”

You groaned at the movement, and looked down at the gaping wound in your abdomen. You lifted a trembling hand, now coating in blood, and gave a soft, broken laugh. “Because I’m supposed to protect you.”

“I didn’t ask you too,” he whispered angrily, bitter tears filling his eyes.

“You didn’t have to,” you told him softly, reaching up to place your bloody fingers on his stubble covered cheek. “I’ve-I’ve loved you since we were kids. I don’t...I don’t think I had a-a choice.”

“No. No, there’s always a choice,” he snapped.

“I think I made the right one,” you croaked. “I’ve always...always been too late. With Kate...with the f-fire. Not this time. N-not again.”

You took a shaky breath, and stared up at him with a smile. “I loved you, Derek. I st-still do.”

“Y/n,” he whispered, running a hand over your hair. His green eyes were dark and troubled, and you were dimly aware of the fact that Braeden had come over and knelt by your other side. “I can’t tell you what you want to hear.”

“Y-you loved me too. Just...just not like that.”

“Not like that,” he echoed. “I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry.”

“No sorry,” you chastised weakly. “Just s-save Scott. For me. For her.”

You nodded toward Braeden, and gripped her warm hand. Her deep brown eyes were watering, and if you looked closely, she might have even shed a tear.

“I’ve never seen you as anything but brave,” she promised you, giving your hand a squeeze.

You choked on a bloody laugh. “I-I wish.”

“It’s true,” she told you. “If I saw you on the battlefield...the look in your eyes might send me running.”

“M-maybe in another life, huh?” you whispered.

She smiled weakly and gave your hand another squeeze, and Stiles choked on a sob. “Y/n...me and Scott...you know we’d be dead without you.”

You reached up and traced the shoulder of his red t-shirt. “God, I’m so proud of you. You would have made a great emissary, you know that?”

He nodded weakly, and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Go, Stiles. Save him. Go!”

He stumbled to his feet, still in shock, but he seemed to be doing what you asked. He met your gaze one last time, and then tore his eyes away and ran toward the temple.

You glanced back up at Derek, and felt yourself sigh into his chest.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he choked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed.”

You shook your head, and took one slow, watery breath as you gripped his hand. “Like I said...in a-another life.”

He gripped one of your cold hands, and kissed your forehead, causing his tears to fall into your dusty hair. “Another life, then.”

He pulled away to look into your eyes, but they were already sliding shut, slowly sinking you into darkness. “Y/n...Y/n?”

But you didn’t open them again, and as Derek leaned in, placing his ear against your chest, he heard one slow beat, and then nothing. He grasped onto you with a sob, pulling you against his chest and burying his face in your hair.

He had always known he would break your heart, but he had never imagined you would break his. He definitely hadn’t imagined you taking your last breath in his arms, somewhere in the middle of a dying desert. He hadn’t imagined anything like this, and as he held you there, he just wished he had told you all the things he never got the chance too.

There were so many things he wanted to say, like how much he admired that you stood up to Kate in high school all those years ago, trying to protect him from what he was too stupid to see himself. Or how you stood by him when Laura died, and how hellbent you were on catching her killer, just like he was. How you never once treated Braeden with the petty jealousy that would have come so easily. How you loved Scott and the others like they were your family, like they were your children.

He had never told you any of that, and now he would never get the chance. The only consolation he allowed himself was the words you had spoken earlier.

Maybe he would meet you again someday, and he would be able to tell you. Maybe you had been right. Maybe in another life.

#teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #selfignitingimagines #derek hale imagines

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wellimhavinga3outof10day · 8 years ago

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All right, so @thislifeisawasteland tagged me to answer a bunch of questions that are actually an ask meme, but w/e. (There are kind of Riverdale spoilers in this post? I’m bitter, sue me.) Here we go:

Full name: I’m not really gonna tell you that, so settle for Jessica

Zodiac sign: Taurus

3 Fears: Death, spiders... that I’ll never fall in love?

3 things I love: Chocolate, green tea, & my laptop

4 turns ons: Humour, kindness, bad pick-up lines, goofy smiles

4 turns offs: Racism, homophobia, an annoying voice, a terrible smell in general?

My best friend: Like all of them

Sexual orientation: Bi

My best first date: I’ve only had one first date, so walking around the mall

How tall am I: 5'8"

What do I miss: My friends, knowing Jughead was safe and happy smh

What time was I born: 9:04 a.m.

Favourite colour: Red

Do I have a crush: Not unless we’re counting fictional characters

Favourite quote: *gross sobbing* “It’s like my home.” Nah, I’m kidding, I don’t really have a fave quote

Favourite place: My library

Favourite food: Chocolate

Do I use sarcasm: No, never...

What am I listening to right now: "Leave” by Jojo (lmao, idk why)

First thing I notice in new person: Their hair, tbh

Shoe size: 6 1/2 (yes, I have tiny fucking feet)

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Brown/blonde

Favourite style of clothing: Casual, comfy

Ever done a prank call? Yes and omg worst experience of my life, almost had a panic attack, never again

What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? Pink

Meaning behind my URL: It’s a line from White Collar

Favourite movie: He’s Just Not That Into You (it’s on Netflix now, I’m so excited!!), also Pretty in Pink

Favourite song: Atm, “Prom Queen” by Molly Kate Kestner

Favourite band: ??? idk man

How I feel right now: Pretty good

Someone I love: Jughead Jones (honestly, fight me)

My current relationship status: Single af

My relationship with my parents: It’s good

Favourite holiday: Christmas

Tattoos and piercings? My ears are pierced and I have no tattoos

Tattoos and piercing i want: I kinda want a sternum piercing, and a rose vine tattoo up my side

The reason I joined Tumblr: I was filling out my social media quota before I went to uni

Do I and my last ex hate each other? Well, I didn’t think so but then she made me answer all these questions, so? It’s up in the air ;)

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts? Nah, never (unless you count my mom checking to see if I’m awake when I’m home alone)

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope

When did I last hold hands? ...? Fairly recently probably, I hold my mom’s hand all the time.

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes, maybe?

Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope

Where am I right now? At my desk

If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? N/A, never been that drunk

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable (pretty quiet actually if you ask other people)

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yup

Am I excited for anything? Jughead to be loved and cared for and warm and safe, for the love of god.

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? All right, well “can” and “would” are different words, so technically yes, but I wouldn’t?

How often do I wear a fake smile? Rarely

When was the last time I hugged someone? Last night?

What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Eh, might bug me a little, but you go girl. (I mean, as long as it’s not an old man.)

Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? I don’t think so?

What is something I disliked about today? Today just started, buddy. Umm... for some reason my hands are really sweaty? I hate that?

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Atm, the cast of Riverdale, but that’ll change in like a month if not a day.

What do I think about most? Probably w/e I’m writing atm.

What’s my strangest talent? ...? I don’t have very minute talents, idk what to tell you. I’m very talented at drinking too much green tea and procrastinating things I actually want to do.

Do I have any strange phobias? Mustard

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, probs.

What was the last lie I told? ...? I lie a lot, idk. I probs lied on here. Kidding, don’t think I have. Umm... I honeslty have no idea. It’s anyone’s guess.

Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Both are horrible and probably the worst forms of communication, but I’m gonna go with the phone b/c I have an unnecessary grudge against Skype.

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Maybe? and yes.

Do I believe in magic? Little magic, sure.

Do I believe in luck? To an extent.

What’s the weather like right now? Sunny, average temp

What was the last book I’ve read? I’m in the middle of Crooked Kingdom right now, but the last book I finished was I’ll Give You The Sun

Do I like the smell of gasoline? Yes

Do I have any nicknames? Yes: Jess, Jessie

What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I broke my wrist by getting knocked down a hill and landing on concrete.

Do I spend money or save it? Save it.

Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Nope

Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Yeah, more things than I expected too, tbh.

Favourite animal? Pigs

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Talking to Rachael on Tumblr/watching Misfits

What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Claus (yes, I know it said Satan not Santa, but it’s a conspiracy)

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? I Don’t Wanna Be Sad by Simple Plan

How can you win my heart? Be nice and funny and care about me (honestly giving a shit about me is really all I need, my standards are fucking low as shit)

What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Idk but something kind of weird and maybe a quote I like?

What is my favourite word: Feral

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Ugh, I don’t want to do this.

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? “I love you, take care of yourselves.”

Do I have any relatives in jail? I don’t think so...

I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Flight

What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Umm... lots of things, I’m sure.

What is my current desktop picture? It’s a city that Natasha made for a class and it’s super pretty and green.

Had sex? Nope

Bought condoms? Yes, actually

Gotten pregnant? Nope

Failed a class? Nope

Kissed a boy? Nope

Kissed a girl? Yup

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Nope

Had a job? Yes

Left the house without my wallet? All the time

Bullied someone on the internet? I don’t think so, I hope not

Had sex in public? Nope

Played on a sports team? Yes

Smoked weed? No

Did drugs? No

Smoked cigarettes? No

Drank alcohol? Yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

Been overweight? No

Been underweight? No

Been to a wedding? Yes

Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

Been outside my home country? Yes

Gotten my heart broken? Eh, probably not

Been to a professional sports game? Yes

Broken a bone? Yes

Cut myself? No

Been to prom? Graduation in Canada, but yes

Been in airplane? Yes

Fly by helicopter? No

What concerts have I been to? So I went to like three in a row a few years ago: One Direction, Marianas Trench and... shit, I thought there were three... it might have been two... oh! Shawn Mendes! (And I’m listening to him right now and I forgot that, lmao)

Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes

Learned another language? Kinda

Wore make up? Nope

Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope

Had oral sex? Nope

Dyed my hair? Yes

Voted in a presidential election? Federal election yes, I’m Canadian

Rode in an ambulance? Nope

Had a surgery? Nope

Met someone famous? Nope

Stalked someone on a social network? I don’t think so

Peed outside? Nope

Been fishing? I have.

Helped with charity? Nope

Been rejected by a crush? Yes

Broken a mirror? Nope

What do I want for my birthday? *laughs* Umm... not a clue.

How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 4: Marcia, Whit, Eli, & Beth

Was I named after anyone? My middle name is my Oma’s middle name too, but my first name’s not from anywhere

Do I like my handwriting? I used to b/c it was literally flawless when I was younger, but now it’s like a mess, so no.

What was my favourite toy as a child? Should I even remember this? Barbies, probably.

Favourite Tv Show? Atm, Riverdale

Where do I want to live when older? Not a clue. Probably Toronto or Vancouver? Maybe somewhere in Europe. Who knows?

Play any musical instrument? I used to play guitar but I probably can’t remember any of it.

One of my scars, how did I get it? Idk if I have any scars, man. There’s like kind of a scar by my elbow? But how I got it is a mystery.

Favourite pizza toping? Green peppers

Am I afraid of the dark? Nope

Am I afraid of heights? Nope

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No, I don’t think so. (I once was caught squirting water in a guy’s face? But he kind of deserved it.)

Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? I don’t think so...?

What I’m really bad at: Figuring out my life

What my greatest achievements are: I once predicted the end of a book, does that count? And my highest post here is almost at five thousand notes?

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: "I love you, but sometimes I just don’t like you.” (Honestly, I deserved it, but it was savage af.)

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Buy a house, buy a lot of fandom merch, invest a bunch...

What do I like about myself: I’m pretty laidback, I know what I want for the most part, and I try to be a good person.

My closest Tumblr friend: Not this again.

Something I fantasise about my ex: (lmao my first instinct was to put “dying” and that’s not true, my babe, I’m sorry) Honestly? Just having sex, like nothing fancy.

#welcome to my life #thislifeisawasteland

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littlebitlizbit · 5 years ago

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So right, where do I begin? I guess at the beginning.

I started to look online at some of the various animal rescues around the lower mainland, and stumbled across Katie’s Place. It is a no kill cat rescue, that offers a unique option for those looking to adopt.

It’s called the Permanent Foster Program. This program exists to get the most in need cats into a household asap. It applies to the senior cat’s, in Kate’s Place care, that have non life threatening issues. The hardest part about adopting out older cats is people’s concerns over vet bills, and this is where Katie’s place differs from most shelters... They work with vets who continue to see the cats for the remainder of their lives, and Katie’s Place covers any fees or medication costs.

I started looking through their cats available for adoption gallery, and finding out which ones were available for the PM program. There were at least three that could have been a good fit, so a friend and I headed out on one of their open house days to meet the candidates.

I remember thinking how smart of a set up they had, to house the rescues in a comfortable way. You pass through a safety gate and into a comfortably lit portable, with rooms running down either side of the hall, each with an connected covered patio. Instantly we were greeted by the “hall cats.” We entered the first room, that comfortably housed about 6 rescues. One of the PF cats was sleeping in her bed, and she perked up as I put my arm near her bed. She was a beauty white fluffy girl, who was sweet, but wasn’t a fan of other cats, so not the best fit. As we popped in and out of the rooms, I had my eye out for one named Smigeon, a black fluffy guy who sounded chill on the website. He was in one of the rooms towards the back, on the porch, a volunteer informed me. On the way through to him, my eye was draw to this miserable looking cat, with very obvious sight issues. He was bald and covered in scabs, raising his paw cautiously in front of himself from on top of a cage within a cage. There was something about him... but not wanting to startle him, I let him be, and continued through the door to find Smigeon snoozing utop a cat tree. He instantly rolled over and gave me the sweetest look and started purring at my pets. I was sold, and went to tell the woman in charge that I would like to take him. As I was petting some cats nearby her and another volunteer, I overheard the volunteer tearfully say “I don’t want him to die in here.” I went over and asked what was up, and was told that Smigeon came in with another cat, but this other cat was super sick, and had a stomach tumour, and wasn’t expected to last more than two weeks. I called home and asked my partner if he trusted me, and he said yes. I told him we were getting two cats. Turns out the mostly blind scabby guy was Smigeon’s old house mate. I knew that I could give him so much love in the time he had left, and though it would hurt, resigned myself to this short term guy. I was told to really have a think about it overnight, and was there the moment they opened the next day with carriers ready to bring them home.

It was as if this scabby cat, this Tinker, knew we were coming for him. He was off of his smaller cage, and at the mouth of his big one with his paw outstretched towards me the moment I walked in. My friend helped cage up Smigeon while I got Tinker into his. Smige fell asleep in his cage on the way home, while Tinker, sat half in his cage, half on my lap, staring either at me or out the window. He could see a bit...but not much.

And then the boys were home.

Tinker was another story... the poor guy walked into walls and chairs, but could see at least a little bit and had great hearing. Rufus was mesmerized by him. Like he could tell that something was wrong with this guy, so wasn’t aggressive in the least bit. If Tinker hissed, Ruffie would just quietly sniff near him, and give him space.

That first night, all the cats were on the bed. Tinker couldn’t jump up on his own, so I made him a set of makeshift stairs, that he ended up being really good with. He then marched, with all the grumpy sass of an old man, onto my chest, and promptly curled himself around my neck, falling almost instantly and deeply asleep. I knew then and there that this cat had my heart, in a way that I’d never experienced before.

I was wrong.

Smigeon, our clean, other than being older, bill of health kitty, on the other hand, was not doing well. No matter what I’d put down for him food wise, he wouldn’t eat. Not even fresh cooked meat or bacon. I started to “baby bird” him and would fill a thick syringe up with moist food, and feed him that way. He ate a tiny bit of dry food one day, and he’d drink tons of water. After a week I brought him and Tinker in for a check up, since Tinker’s skin condition didn’t seem to be getting any better, and Smigeon was getting weaker. Turns out Tinker, and now my house, had ringworm. But poor Smidge, the vet wanted to keep overnight, to see if he’d improve after being on an IV. I was called the next day by the vet, Dr.Gold, who told me that they did some more tests on Smigeon, and it turned out that his entire body was riddled with tumours. He was weak and in pain and the vet said there was nothing they could do, and that we needed to let him go. I rushed out in time to hold him, give him lots of loves and pets, as he crossed the rainbow bridge in my arms. It was hard, and unexpected, but I’m thankful that he at least got to have a final couple of weeks in a loving home.

Back home, now Rufus had contracted ringworm, and both Tinker and him had to be quarantined in the spare room, while we disinfected the entire house. Tinker was on cold meds, as well as ringworm meds, and it took me a few times to figure out the best way to administer it. He would go full on feral if I tried to pinch his mouth open at all, but the liquid meds seemed to be the easiest, while I held him with my arms and legs. Both boys had to get bathed once every 2 to 3 days for about two months, and we had to completely disinfect their room a couple of times a day.

During this time I would go, in my massive Batman onesie, and just lay down with them. Rufus was never big on pets and cuddles, but everytime Tinker would march straight up my chest, and lay claim to the real estate around my neck. My guess is that my breath on him from there was comforting, like he knew he was safe... The two boys became inseparable in that time, and Ruffie actually started to want tactile love. Rufus had never liked to sleep near any other cats, but the two of then now cuddled almost constantly.

When I was home (Which was most of the time) he would be my constant shadow. I sew, as well as make jewelry, and whenever, wherever I had a project on the go, Tinker would be right there beside me. I ended up getting him these vintage stools covered in padded fabric, and he would snooze lazily on them beside me as I worked away, occasionally waking up for some fresh water and head pets. Him and Rufus were still super close, cuddling for hours every day, an absolute first for Ruffie. He adopted a small Batman stuffy of mine, and started cuddling with it daily. The days that I had to go to work, he would give me sass all morning (if I put on makeup that seemed to be the give away that I was going out) and then come trotting to the door, as fast as he could, upon arriving back home. He did this hilarious thing when he was upset with me for going out... he’d crawl onto the bed and start biting the blanket. The first time he did it I thought he was stuck or something, but then I tried to pull the blanket away, and he grumble meowed. He would do it anytime I had to go out of town (The longest I was ever away was three nights) and usually when I’d come home from work. It turned out to be like a game of tug of war for him.

That week he upped his active factor... Played more than usual, wanted to go outside more, cuddled a ton, and was just an overall super happy to be alive cat. I sent the vet videos of him from that week, and she couldn’t believe it. She agreed that this was a cat who still had living to do, so ulcer meds got added to the pain med list, and he kept on going.

Things with him were mostly great, but he was starting to slow down little by little.

I was with him 24/7 that final week, and spent the last 48 hours on the floor with him. The morning of his appointment i brought him onto my chest, one final time onto the bed. He fell fast asleep, and I got to just feel his warmth and breath for about 4 hours. Finally, but way too soon, it was time. My friend picked me up, and we drove him out, as we had for multiple check ups, him wrapped in a towel on my lap. The wall of protection around my heart was suffering terrible fissures, but I knew that I had to be strong for him. I did my best not to cry or allow my energy to get upset, so as not to upset him. Thankfully Dr.Gold, our favourite vet, was able to make it in. She set aside a room fo us for an hour, dimmed the lights, and had a beautiful hand knit blanket for him. Remembering what he was like that last time he got poked with a needle, I asked them if I could go in the back with him to have the IV put in, and they were kind enough to just do it all right in the room. He didn’t even squawk when they administered it, which just solidified for us how done he was. We were offered more time with him, but I knew he was done, and every moment with him now was a selfish one. He closed his eyes for pets, then looked at me one final time, as the rainbow bridge opened in front of him.

There are so many animals in need of loving homes, and not enough homes to house them. If you can, please consider adopting from our local shelter or animal rescue. I get the impulse for wanting a certain breed, but going to a breeder or a pet store is unnecessary. Just as many pure breeds cycle through rescues as not, so if you’re patient you can become the furrever home to the pet of your dreams, for a fraction of the price, and every fee paid to a rescue ensures that they can continue to help more animals.

Please consider donating to Katie’s Place if you have the means. Or your own local animal rescue.

http://katiesplaceshelter.com/

Thank you.

Love always,

Elizabeth xoxo

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