#in her defense /I/ play the twins and there don't seem to be actives of the other Sound kiddos at the moment

[variantia]

Ukon: don't be silly, Lady Hitomi loves us all equally Kidoumaru: oh yeah? Jiroubou: you sure about that? Tayuya: yeah, I mean, where the fuck is she right now?? Ukon: Kimimaro's room in the medical ward, but I fail to see how that's- Sakon: OH YEAH SHE TOTALLY DOESN'T HAVE FAVORITES, HOW COULD WE EVER HAVE THOUGHT THAT?!

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Keep Your Eyes on Me

tara carpenter x female reader

summary: You’ve quickly become close with all of Tara’s friends, but her trust issues keep her at a distance from you. But maybe you're able to chip away at her defenses...

word count: 2.2k

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"I don't get why no one else is suspicious of her!" Tara exclaims looking around at everyone with a frustrated expression. "Mindy? You're literally suspicious of every living thing. And Sam what the fuck, you don't let me leave the house unless I'm carrying a cross bow or something," she exaggerates rolling her eyes.

"Why are we speaking about me like I'm not here?" You whisper to Chad next to you while ripping your string cheese into strands. He laughs but so does everyone else, seems like your whisper wasn't as quiet as you thought.

Tara groans frustrated and heads up the stairs, leaving her friends and you in the living room in an awkward silence.

Sam was the first to break it, "She'll come around, it's just been hard on her you know? Trusting new people and all that fun stuff."

You give her a nod completely understanding the root of Tara's issues with you, it wasn't personal but that didn't mean her distrust in you didn't sting. Especially considering it's been four months since you met the group.

"I am curious though," you speak, "She's not wrong Mindy, you're sus of everyone. And Sam why do you trust me too?"

"Well you met my brother playing pickle ball," the twin speaks. "Pickle ball doesn't really strike me as a psychopathic killer activity," she laughs.

"Neither does string cheese. Can you imagine Ghostface stringing their cheese and eating it?" Sam adds with a laugh.

You don't know whether to be relieved or offended that your habits don't indicate you to be a killer. But you're grateful that the rest of the group clicked with you quickly after Chad introduced you to them.

The core four minus Tara sometimes wanted to smack the girl across the head for being so oblivious and blind to you. Before you met the group Chad being the yapper that he is, explained all that happened in the past year and a half, so you were fairly well equipped with knowledge on how to navigate a friendship with everyone.

Everyone also noticed how attentive you were to Tara especially.  You didn't know what it was but you immediately developed a soft spot for the girl when Chad told you all she went through. Meeting her for the first time you instinctively felt the need to protect her but that's been quite hard with her negative feelings towards you, but that doesn't mean you don't try.

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Sam eventually goes up to Tara's room once everyone leaves and decides to put an end to this.  The younger Carpenter looks at her sister from her bed when the door is opened at a speed where its hinges could fly off.

"Jesus Sam, why are we trying to break my door."

"What the hell are you doing Tara?" Sam gets to the point ignoring the question.

"What are you talking about?"

"Y/n."

"Ughhhhhh!" She turns around face planting into her pillow with a groan, hating the topic of you.

"It's been four months and you haven't once given the poor girl the benefit of the doubt." The sister says softly. "I don't know why you're so keen on hating her, it's like you want her to be Ghostface just so you can prove a point."

Tara turns around to respond, clearly annoyed.  "Because it's so clear she doesn't have good intentions!  I don't get you either sis, you want me to be cautious of people, but it's a problem when its Y/n?"

Sam sighs moving to sit on the foot of the bed, "Tara, do you not see how much that girl cares about you?"

Tara is silent and looks down at her fiddling hands not knowing what to say.  She does know how much you care and she hates it.

All those times you would come over to her place with the excuse of "Mindy sent me to grab something" but you always stayed until Sam got home from work, just so she wouldn't have to be alone.

"Clearly you do realize how much she cares for you," Sam says taking notice of her sister's silence and demeanor.

Tara turns red recalling how you would always be attentive to the leg that Ghostface broke a year ago.  You would always position yourself so she'd have access to the railing of a staircase. Offer to drive her places that may have seemed like too lengthy of a walk. Straggle behind the group when you realized she couldn't walk as fast as the others. And even deprive yourself of any physical activities that the group was participating in, so Tara wouldn't feel alone when she sat out.

"The damn girl literally sits in the kitchen whenever your hungry ass wants to cook something so you'd feel safer!" Sam suddenly says. "Even I hadn't thought about how being in the kitchen may give you PTSD."

Tara hadn't either. But now that she knew the reason why you'd sit with her in the kitchen, she realized that she did feel much more comfortable with you in there then the times you weren't. After all she did have her attack take place in the kitchen. The brown eyed girl shrunk into her sweater in shame as she recalled how poorly she treated you that day.

You leave the group who were playing an intense round of charades in the living room and decide to join Tara who was alone in the kitchen.

"Hey what are you making?" You smile.

She ignores you and continues to get the seasoning out for the mac and cheese she was making herself.

"Why aren't you playing with everyone else?" Tara suddenly spoke.

"Just wanted to see what you were up to."

"Well you can leave now," she rolls her eyes.

"I'm good, I'll stay here."

"You do know that you aren't winning any points with me by trying to talk to me and forcing proximity right?" Tara says with attitude. "I still don't trust you and if your goal isn't to kill me, but just to get in my pants, then I'm so sorry if I ever made you believe that you had a chance with me." she finishes sarcastically feigning a genuine apology.

"Not my goal," you reply keeping it short. You knew the girl would not receive anything you say, so you got up from the seat you initially took at the island in the kitchen and went to the dining table which was a little further away. Tara thought that you left since she didn't hear any comments from you anymore and her pride was too high for her to turn around and check if you were still there. She couldn't control the frown that was making its way onto her face. That was until she heard you scrolling through TikToks at the table and suddenly felt a sense of relief that couldn't be explained.

She would continue to finish her mac and cheese and tried to hide her laugh from any funny TikTok sounds she heard from your phone. And tried her hardest to shutdown her curiosity whenever she heard your laugh. As soon as she finished making her bowl, she walked out of the kitchen not even glancing at you. She was too stubborn to realize that she hadn't once thought about her attack due to your presence in the kitchen.

Until now.

"That's why I trust her Tara," Sam reveals. "She notices things that I don't. I can't always be watching out for you. You need to have a bunch who have your back, and for that to happen you need to take a chance on people here and there."

"Just think about it. Just separate your idea of Y/n being Ghostface and the possibility that she can betray you. And ask yourself what kind of person is left standing in front you. And is that the type of person you want to take a chance on."

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Two weeks have gone by since the group last saw each other, and since then you and Tara were able to do a lot of individual thinking. Today the group decided that they went too long without seeing each other and they all decided to go to bar in downtown Manhattan.

Everyone decided to meet at the Carpenter residence, and Tara hated to admit it, but she was excited to see you, but she also felt nervous at the thought of being around you.

You were the last to arrive, and you greeted all your friends with a smile. Tara was waiting with a smile for you to greet her like you always do, but it never happened.

You ignored her.

"Is everyone ready to go?" You say looking at everyone except Tara.

The shorter girl had to compose herself before anyone realized that she was bothered by your lack of acknowledgement. She didn't know how to feel, what in the world were you doing?

The group made their way to the subway in one piece, and the two Carpenter sisters were walking side by side while everyone else was a little ahead.

"What the fuck is Y/n doing?" Tara whisper yells to her sister.

"What do you mean?" Sam replies playing stupid.

"She's not even looking at me?" Tara admits, not caring at how childish she sounds. "Why isn't she paying attention to me?"

Sam laughs at what two weeks of not seeing you and some deep reflection has done to her sister. "I mean what do you expect, it's not fair for her to keep trying for someone who doesn't make the same effort. She's probably done trying." Despite her words, Sam didn't believe a thing she was saying, she wondered what the intentions behind your actions were, but the Carpenter knew it was nothing ill.

Tara makes a hmpf sound, and tries to act unbothered by her sister's words. But the idea of you not having your gaze on her worries her more than she would like to admit.

Meanwhile 20 paces in front the sisters you and the twins are having a interesting conversation of your own.

"I can't do this anymore!" You whine looking at Mindy.

"Girl, stand the fuck up, it's been 20 minutes since we left the house, can't you see that it's already working?"

Chad chimes in, "Honestly I agree with my sister for once, she'll be yours by the end of today."

"W-whoa I don't want her to be mine or anything," you blush. "She's gone through a lot, I just need her to tolerate me, you know?"

Mindy rolls her eyes but smiles, happy that Tara has someone patient like you in her life. "Yeah yeah Y/l/n, now walk faster, it's not like she can run and catch up."

Your jaw drops while Chad drops dead in laughter.

Everyone manages to get onto the same subway cart in one piece, and you realized how much harder it was going to be acting like you can't notice Tara in here. The subway was packed from one end to the other. And you just so happened to be standing next to the only available seat.

You glance at Tara only to see her already looking at you and you immediately look away. Trying to get Mindy's attention you some how try your best to mime to her that you want Tara to sit in the free seat. Though of course Mindy's horrible charade skills translate into real life and she ends up sitting in the seat herself.

You face palm at your friend, and gave up on trying to look out for Tara. But in that very moment you notice a man getting far too close to the girl than you would like. It was a crowded cart so proximity was a given, but this seemed deliberate on the stranger's part.

Acting without thinking, you shove the guy as casually as you can to the side, not realizing that it meant you are now face to face with Tara. Just as you were about to break and speak to her, the subway doors open at your stop.

Tara hated that the doors interrupted the words you were going to say to her, but was grateful that it got her attention off of you before you could notice the blush on her cheeks.

As everyone got off the subway, you find yourself straggling behind the group out of habit. Just as you attempt to quicken your pace, you feel a tug on your sleeve.

Tara looks up at you with her big eyes, and you don't know what to do. This is the first time the girl has looked at you without rolling her eyes or looking away immediately.

"I'm sorry," she mutters.

You didn't know what to say, and continue walking with her by your side, so you don't fall too far behind from your friends. "It's okay," you mutter back looking straight ahead. 

You don't blame the girl for her behaviours.  Her traumas manifested into something difficult and she was making an attempt to be better. That's all that mattered to you. And maybe you were just too weak for the girl that you would let anything slide, but you were fine with that too. 

Tara smiles at you, happy that you weren't giving her a hard time. Happy that you understood what those two words she just told you encapsulates.

Suddenly she grabs you by your arm and holds it as you walk side by side.

Startled by her touch you look at her.

She smiles up at you, "It's easier for you to keep your eyes on me this way. No need for secret glances."

[annabelle-creart]

LoRB PAPA/MAMA DYNAMICS BECAUSE:

Shockwave: ahg, they're finally asleep

Heatwave: how much it took us this time?

Soundwave: like an hour

Shockwave: Primus... I can't wait for them to grow up

*Heatwave and Shockwave look at him, maybe surprised, maybe stranged*

Shockwave: what?

Heatwave: you're not talking seriously

Soundwave: haven't you saw the twins?

Shockwave: well, yes, but they're not as bad

Soundwave: that's because while you were experimenting on your secret room under the gladiatorium, Meg and I were trying to teach those two not to mess with the rest

Shockwave: really?

Soundwave: and I'm still trying to keep them array, but they always find a way to make problems, I just ground them because they tried to explode things at the beach

Shockwave: ...oh

Soundwave: they're ridiculosly full of energy and bad ideas

Shockwave: well... there's still faith they end up like Sissi

Heatwave: bro, with all the love I have for you, you can't be that stupid

Heatwave: haven't you saw her? She barely talks! If she's not on mission with us is playing on the data pad or drawing, and she is really good but her draws are creepy, and likes a lot horror manga, Boulder and I are still trying to control that taste

Soundwave: and both of us are lucky there's no sparklings near, at that age, they start to get interested in other influences

Shockwave: ...they will grow up

*the door opened slowly, it was Chase, he scanned the room to know how to proceed, he saw the three bots sit on the ground, he closed the door slowly and sit beside them, he seemed tense*

Heatwave: first thing first, did you get most of it out as Blades told you to do?

Chase: I did, but I need to share it

Heatwave: Go ahead

Chase: Blurr is talking with Bumblebee's apprentice without telling me, nor Knock Out, Breakdown or Salvage knew, I tried to talk to her and she just take the data pad from my servos, yell at me saying to get out of her life and then go away, and she doesn't reply my calls

Heatwave: ish, that one was hard

Soundwave: how did you start the conversation?

Chase: I asked her why was she getting messages of a number none on the station knew about, it was for her safety and all here, but she took it personal

Soundwave: they always take everything personal, that's why we have to always keep the tone low and the words short

Heatwave: Salvage isn't better, sometimes I think he's a ghost, he barely talks to Boulder and Boulder always tells me he is too sensible, and Sissi is just going on the same path, she doesn't talk to me anymore, and if I said for accident something about her family on maindland or her drawings, she gets defensive

Chase: you think Blurr hates me?

Soundwave: in the moment or forever

Chase: in the moment

Soundwave: yes, she does

Chase: damn

Heatwave: don't worry, she will come back, and then you will talk with calm

*the comm link activated*

Heatwave: ha, she's here already here

*the four bots leave the room slowly and as silent as possible, getting to the entry of the firehouse*

Blurr: I- ah... sorry for yell at you... and for take your data pad

Chase: I forgive you, but don't do that again, and we need to talk seriously about this...

Blurr: Sideswipe

Sissi: Uyyy, Blurr has a boyfriend!

Blurr: SHUT UP, YOU, OVER DEVELOPED SCRAPLET!!

Sissi: That's the best you have? Cake-face?

Heatwave: Hey Hey! What I've told you about nicknames!

Chase: same for you, Blurr

Blurr & Sissi: Fine...!

Frenzy: hehe, Cake-face

Rumble: It doesn't even have sense

Soundwave: yet still, if I ever hear a swear from you, you'll be grounded the entire year

Frenzy: What?!

Rumble: You're kidding!

Soundwave: no, I'm not

Salvage: am...

*a shy Salvage enter the room*

Salvage: Hi? I was wondering if you wanted to play D&D with me?

Rumble: YES!

Frenzy: WE WILL DESTROY YOU THIS TIME, PINK WITCH!!

Sissi: HEHE! WHO TOLD YOU I WASN'T PREPARED, CHAOS TWINS?!

Blurr: this is dumb

Chase: Do you prefer The Past Within with me?

Blurr: Sure

Soundwave: Heatwave, I will not let your child destroy mine

Heatwave: You're such a coward! Come here and defeat me first!

*Sissi sat on Heatwave's shoulder, who ran with Salvage to the game room, followed by Soundwave who also took and glued to their arms (thanks to the magnets) the twins. In part, Shockwave understood things can get fuzzy, out of control and weird, the twins are kids, they're full of energy and need vigilance, Sissi is almost a teen, she's seeing the world with other optics and she needs attention, and Blurr and Salvage are almost grown up, they refuse to talk about themselves or their problems and need comprenhension, and despite everything, they accept so easy to play something so simple, Shockwave was still doubting of himself, but at least he had a little hope, hope that everything would be okay...*

[absolventiia]

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. (For Aurane about his siblings?)

AEGON is probably the most important relationship to aurane, in regards to his siblings. this is due to them being twins, of course, but also because of just how close they spent their early years together. aurane cannot remember a time when aegon wasn't right next to him. sharing the same cradle as babies, and when they began to walk, aurane was right at his brother's heels. now that they're older, that love and instinct has not changed. aurane isn't necessarily team green in the idea of "aegon is the rightful heir to the throne", but he is team green in the way of "aegon is my twin and at some points, all i had." he cannot turn on his twin. 

AEMOND is an interesting relationship. while aegon and aurane are twins and therefore naturally close,  aemond is around two years younger. when aurane and aegon are chasing each other through the red keep when they were younger, exploring halls and hidden rooms and passages, aemond was always toddling behind. while i don't personally think aegon or aurane were outright nasty to aemond ( i have no idea why the show went that direction -- the brothers are fiercely loyal to each other ), i do think there is that natural sibling energy of "you are too young to play with us" or "you are younger, and therefore annoying". aurane would always make an effort to include aemond, whether that included picking him up as a baby so they could both follow aegon, or when they were older, actively sparring with aemond when he could. eventually, aemond surpasses the brothers in combat skills, and aurane forever after is challenging aemond, because there's that instinctive brotherly rivalry. there's a reason aurane takes aemond's place above the god's eye. 

HELAENA is aurane's younger sister, and that leads to an odd sort of overprotectiveness that isn't there with aegon or aemond. yes, aurane is protective, but with helaena, it is amplified. there are times when aurane feels invisible compared to the rest of his family, or when he feels less than targaryen. it is, oddly, always helaena who finds him during these times, drinking or locked away in his room. if aemond or even aegon had tried to talk to him during moments where aurane is more upset, he may snap or yell, preferring to rather be in silence on his own. but with helaena, aurane cannot do the same. in fact, he's grateful for her presence because she's always so honest and blunt, in a refreshing way. when helaena and aegon get betrothed and then married, aurane feels a sort of relief. he knew aegon and his tendencies. but he also knew that he'd be able to stay with helaena, and at that point, that seemed infinitely more important.

DAERON is a bit of a wildcard. i don't think they're particularly close, just due to circumstances. i think, at certain moments, aurane is actually insanely jealous of his younger brother. i think there was one or two times when aurane was younger that he begged his mother and father to be sent to oldtown or elsewhere, to simply escape king's landing. he didn't want to leave aegon, but aurane also knew from the start that he was different from the rest of his siblings, and that did lead to some ostracising, mainly from the people around them. while aegon and aemond would normally come to aurane's defense when someone called him a pretender, a fake - targaryen, even a bastard, though that claim is obviously unfounded --  at the age of ten he was asking to go somewhere where those names would not follow him. ( unknown to the younger aurane, those names would never leave him. no matter where he went. ) so when daeron is sent away without even asking to, it leaves a sour taste in aurane's mouth. still, he doesn't hate his younger brother. he could never. if daeron calls, aurane is there, without hesitation.

[tomomiisasleep]

Salt water had always relieved her: salt water made her feel as though, if there was someone in there with her, she would suddenly know the words to tell them everything.

Harrow hated the salt water when she was little. then the pool scene happened I guess.

ok so still haven't ruled out that Nona is a fused spirit

“It was good,” said Camilla, and her eyes closed. “It was good. We were happy.”

bruh.. more suspicion

but no? didn't A.L. save Gideon? or was that after Nona?

NtN is so frustrating to read sometimes. I miss Harrow.

She said, “What is this internet?”

And he said, “See, I did make a utopia.”

ok

ok with her pool scene dream I'm more suspicious about the fused soul thing. and are Cam and Pal gonna be completely fused in the later plot??? like if they do it again it's gonna be permanent.

Pyrrha said it was puppy love, but Nona knew that puppy love was different, it just made you want to open the puppy’s lips and play with the puppy’s teeth.

I have a feeling this is close to what Harrow felt towards Gideon when they were like 3~6 years oldand with everything going on around them it kinda escalated

“Strong work ethic,” she said eventually. “High test scores.”

to be fair i kinda think these are sexy too

“Landmine people,” said Pyrrha, and when she saw Nona’s brows cross in confusion, she said: “Some people were put into the universe to rig it to explode, then walk away … I always fell for that.”

hot

“Oh, you can,” said Pyrrha. “You haven’t looked for it.” She flipped over another pikelet, looked grave and intelligent for a moment, and then said: “I mean, also redheads. Love a redhead.”

double hot, redheads are awesome, also that explains a lot

also that's Gideon. I mean Gideon II, but Gideon I is also kind fitting, which also explains a lot

“Okay. I don’t think redheads are very sexy.”“What? Hang on,” said Camilla, opening the door—no, Palamedes, opening the door, busy buttoning himself into Camilla’s jacket—“That’s a very interesting thing you just said, Nona. Let me write that down.

ok this and the reflection-kissing thing is halarious

If this was meant to hurt Crown’s feelings too, it didn’t appear to hit very hard. She said cheerfully, “If I haven’t put a pillow over her face, they won’t anytime soon.”

the twins think alike in methods to murder I guess

and I thought Judith was dead-set on serving the Emperor? why the Commander thing now?

“Back to point of origin. Either this shuttle’s derelict, or—it dropped through the River,” said Camilla.

Ianthe?

tbh the meeting scene did not make too much sense to me. it may be a chapter I made the least sense of. in my defense war-talk is really boring to me. at the middle of it I realized that We Suffer is not Judith

oh shit is Gideon not resurrected ?? he's got the "wrong type of body..?" and why's Camilla got the wrong type of soul? I don't understand. why is Corona not effected?

oh. I got mixed up. It hurts necromancers with a soul and a body. so why not Nona.

bruh

does she speak crazy lady now

You’re scared of Pyrrha, and you do think she’s nice-looking, but you’re confused when you think that so you don’t look at her very much. You want Camilla to cuddle you but not in a—a sexy way. I think you want Camilla to look at you like she looks at me. And you’re in love with th—”

the captain right please let it be the captain

“You darling, I know what you are, even if they refuse to see it,” she said softly. “All I can say, sweetheart, is I envy you more than anyone else in the universe.”

I'm 80% percent sure she's a fused soul.urghgggwhat if there's no Harrow ever again what if she just died like that nooooooooooooo noooooooooooooooooooooooo the only person she ever kissed was fucking Ianthe who lied to her about the coooooorpseeeeeee

oh but Harrow's in the dreams right so it's not the end for her yet

It wasn’t as easy reading her as it was reading Pyrrha. Hot Sauce constantly stood as though she were disconnected from her own head. Her body and her mind seemed to actively ignore each other. And her burns sometimes made her look rigid in a way that scared the tinies and foxed Nona’s senses.

uh wut she's harder to read than a pre-resurrection cop?

[nicolecossack]

Remember when i draw that chibi art? This is basically the continuation. Enjoy~

Primo: " . . . ", lets out a load sigh, "Fine, prove to me that you have it in you now! Last Round, human!"

Primo gets her back up on her feet and returns to his Duel Runner. Despite the minor injuries she has she also got back up onto her duel runner. Ones she was ready the two started the engines. The two activated Speed World 2 and got ready.

"Ready, Set, DUEL!", the two yelled and took off. While Primo started behind her, he easily overtakes her into the first corner.

"I'm going first!", Primo said, a white line appears faintly over the track as he got to his main phase 1. They each gain 1 speed counter for the turn. "I play Wise Core in defense position and set two cards face down. This should be enough for the start. I end my turn."

Primo speeds up while Livia even has a hard time keeping up with him. "My Turn!", she yelled and drew a card for turn. "I play Maiden with eyes of blue in attack position.", the monster appears and Livia checks her hand, she also had Seer with Eyes of Blue, she could go into a synchro . . . but she needs to destroy the wise core without a card effect. "I activate the effect of Seer with Eyes of Blue, if i control a Eyes of Blue monster i can special summon it to my field.", she summons the Seer, " When Seer is special summoned, her effect activates, i can add one spell or trap card that list Blue-Eyes or Eyes of Blue in its card text!". She searches out Traitor of white. "Hmpf, i know what you going to do Livia, spare me the trouble and don't, unless you want to lose this badly.", Primo said, he seemed fully aware of what she wanted to do. This irritated her a bit and she doubted her play a bit now, perhaps she should do a different approach. She looked at her monsters, perhaps an XYZ would be better. "I-i build the overlay network. XYZ Summon!", she took her two monsters to create a new monster, Sylvan Princessprite. Primo seemed less impressed, in fact he could tell she was intimated by his comment, he shuck his had. "By detaching an overlay unit Princessprites effect activates, it allows me to excavate the top card of my deck, if its a spell or trap card i can add it to my hand, otherwise it is send to the graveyard . . .", she looks at the top card of her deck, it was the white stone of ancients. It is send to the graveyard. "I set two cards face down and end my turn. During the end phase White Stone of Ancients effect activates, i get to special summon a blue-eyes monster from my deck! I choice Dragon Spirit of White!.", a large white dragon appears on the battle field. "When this card is special summoned i can target one spell or trap card on your field and banish it! I will take the left one!", the dragon fires a powerful blast at the set card. "Not so fast, i will activate the trap card, Twin vortex! I destroy one monster on my field and one on your side of the field! I target Wise Core and your Dragon Spirit of White!", The two monsters are destroyed then the trap card gets banished. "Sense Wise core was destroyed by an effect i get to special summon the five pieces of meklord emperor wisel! COME FORTH!", Wisel attack, Carrier, Guard, Top and Infinity all appear on the field. " Now combine into Meklord Emperor Wisel!", the five pieces come together to assemble into Wisel. "Oh no . . .", Livia said, of course he'd do that as soon as possible. Good thing she didn't synchro summon, but she also wasn't sure what to do yet.

Primo draws for turn. "I Tribute wisel attack to summon Wisel attack 3 to power up up my monster!", the old part detaches from Wisel and the new replaces it. "Now Wisel can deal piercing damage. Now, lets destroy that little monster of yours, go Wisel attack! Stainless steel slash!", Wisel attacks Princessprite. "Wait! I activate the trap card majesty veil of white. I can reveal a Blue-eyes monster in my hand to negate your attack and inflict a 1000 points of damage to you!", She reveals Blue-Eyes Alternative White Dragon. Wisels attack is negated and Primo takes 1000 damage. "Hmpf, i set a card phase down and end my turn.", the attack slowed down Primo and Livia took the lead. "My turn!", Livia drew, and it was perfect, it was a blue-eyes white dragon. "By revealing a Blue-eyes White dragon from my hand i can special summon Blue-eyes alternative white dragon!", the large dragon appears, roaring loudly. "Then i'll activate his effect, i can destroy one monster on your field and i choice Wisel!", Primo was surprised, the dragon fired a lightning blast at Wisel destroying it. He growled a bit. "I activate my trap card, Mektimed detonate. When a meklord i control is destroyed, i can destroy 1 monster on your field with the lowest attack.", Princessprite is destroyed. However Livia was confident. She could do something more. "I activate my spell card, Blessing of White, it allows me to special summon one eyes of blue monster from my graveyard. i choice the maiden! Then i will use her and Alternative to synchro summon! Come out, Blue-Eyes Spirit Dragon!", the two monsters summon a new dragon, sense Wisel was gone, she thought it would now be safe to summon. "Alright, Blue-Eyes Spirit dragon, attack!", the dragon attacks directly dealing 2500 damage to Primo leaving him with 500 life points. "For a moment i thought you had something, but you are just playing into my hands, Livia.", Primo said. "What!?", she replied. "Uh . . . i-i end my turn . . .!"

Primo draws. "I activate limit reverse, it allows me to special summon a monster with 1000 or less atk from my graveyard and i choice Wise Core. Then i will play my Speed Spell Lightning Rod, by removing 2 speed counters i get to destroy one monster on my field and i choice wise core. Heh, and you know what that means.", Wise core gets destroys which allows Primo to resummon all pieces of Wisel and ones again have him on the field. "Meklord Emperor Wisel, absorb that synchro monster!", Primo commanded. "H-hold up! I activate Spirit dragons effect, i can send it to the graveyard and special summon 1 level 9 or lower light dragon synchro monster from my extra deck!.", Blue-Eyes Spirit dragon vanishes and makes way for a new monster. "Azure-Eyes Silver Dragon!". "Ts, fine then, i set a card face down and end my turn." Livias turn comes around. "During my standby phase Azure-Eyes activates its effect, i can special summon 1 normal monster from my graveyard and i choice Dragon Spirit of White."

"Not so fast, i activate convert ghost! By banishing one machine type monster from my graveyard i get to negate and destroy your card!", Primo yelled. While the effect is negated the monster isn't destroyed. "Azure-Eyes is protect from destruction until the end of my turn after it was summoned.", Primo seemed unfazed by that. "I activate white stone of ancients effect in my graveyard, i can banish it and add one blue-eyes monster from my graveyard back to my hand, and i choice Alternative White dragon!", she returns the monster back to her. "Just like last turn i will use Alternatives effect to special summon it!", The dragon returns to the field. "Alternative White Dragon activate your effect, destroy Meklord Emperor Wisel!", she said. "But now, i activate my trap card, Infinity Guard Formation, by negating the effects of my face up monsters i can negate your effect.", Primo knew how to protect his monster, she was running low on resources while he was still going strong despite the life point diverence. Livia set a card face down and ended her turn.

"You stalled long enough, human, i will show you true power.", Primo drew for turn. "Now Meklord Emperor Wisel absorb that Azure-Eyes.", with nothing to be able to stop the effect her monster gets absorbed which fuels Wisels strength, bringing him up to 5000 atk. "Now i'll play Opti-Camouflage armor. This allows a level 1 monster i control to attack directly and i choice Wisel!", Primo laughed, "Time to take out this pest. Meklord Emperor Wisel, attack her life points directly!"

Livia had no more cards left to prevent the attack, Wisel attacked her directly dropping her life points to 0, knocking her of the duel runner and injuring her somewhat badly. The duel ended and Primo pulled up next to her, she had no more strength left and a large slash mark was on her arm and her helmet. Primo sighed. "You are such a beginner . . . i do not see why you gained Wisels blessing, but i guess it will take more time for me to find out.", He picks up Livia and gets back on his duel runner with her in his arms. Using Technopathy he controls her prototype duel runner into auto pilot mode to bring it back to the Duel Bot facility he took over. With his free arm he drove the duel runner while holding Livia to take her back safely and treat her injuries.

[boxofbadaddiction]

Crazy Bitch

Song Inspired

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Swearing.

Note: First full smut piece. So the writing's pretty bad.

[Y/N] was always known to have a hot temper, and for being quick to the draw when it came to hexes or defensive charms, against anyone who poked her in the wrong way. At face value she was the perfect example of a Slytherin. Dangerously ambitious and just a stone cold bitch. Though not many people got the chance to find out that was far from the truth. She had built very high, very strong walls around herself from a young age to keep herself from ever being hurt and as such developed a rather fierce reputation. Given which meant there weren't many people daring enough to cross her.

Of course the Weasley Twins, however, weren't like other people. They saw her as a direct challenge on their mischief making abilities. At least they did in the beginning. I mean...a Slytherin with a reputation of being untouchable? They're just begging to be pranked. But now, the boys tended to avoid pranking her after learning the hard way that her idea of payback was not an equally elaborate prank or perhaps a stern lecture but more rather...painful.

On two separate occasions Fred had found himself, stunned, flying backwards through the air. George was a tad more fortunate but still had a fair share of hexes thrown his way. Safe to say they definitely learnt their lesson. After 5 failed attempts, which landed themselves some rather ugly bruises, they agreed the hassle just wasn't worth it and gave [Y/N] quite a wide birth where they could.

George recalled the last prank they had played on [Y/N]. One which left her with bright maroon hair. [Y/N] confronted the laughing boys that day and had let her wand do most of the talking for her. She had began by shouting at them to get some steam off her chest.

"Oi, mind the accusations [Y/L/N], what makes you think it was us?" Fred asked incredulously.

"Because no one else in this school is stupid enough to pull a prank on me. I thought we'd settled this boys. Don't. Provoke me."

Fred let out a haughty laugh as if to challenge the angry Witch infront of him.

"Dunno, you look well enough provoked to me. Never thought I'd see the day someone would have brighter hair than us, eh Georgie" he elbowed his brothers arm playfully as they both began to laugh.

[Y/N]s hand twitched toward her wand and it was enough for George to know the time for jokes was over and that things were indeed about to get very messy. He cleared his throat before speaking, "it was just a joke [Y/N/N], it'll wear off in an hour or so...hopefully"

The look she shot him at his words were enough for him to back down, bowing his head slightly. He knew better than his brother who, had evidently, opted to poke the bear that bit further.

"Come off it, won't ya? If you ask me it's an improvement" he jested, flicking her hair slightly with his hand.

Bad idea. [Y/N]s wand was drawn and, before anyone could register what happened, Fred was promptly flying down the length of the corridor. Georges eyes followed his brother, drawing his own wand and raising it as he turned back to the furious slytherin in front of him.

"Expelliarmus!" she bellowed and Georges wand flew into her grasp.

She began advancing on him slowly, his own wand raised at his chest as she starred directly into his eyes. George backed up, soon finding himself pressed firmly against the castle wall. She walked toward him until their chests were just about flush. His wand stabbing into him, not enough to hurt but enough for it to sting, and he knew there'd definitely be a mark left when this was over. He flattened his head to the wall as she slid the wand up slowly till it was pointed into the crook of his neck. George swallowed thickly and cast his eyes down to meet hers. She was smiling, wickedly, he would never admit it but this was sort of a really big turn on. A gorgeous and confident Witch putting him in his place? To George there was nothing hotter. His mind got lost as his eyes searched her face and slowly ventured down her neck, then to the slight cleavage protruding from her blouse, visible only due to his great height advantage. He swallowed again as he watched her chest heaving lightly while she drew slow, long breaths to steady her heartbeat. It wasn't till she spoke he realised just how long he hadn't been paying attention to the dull stab on his throat.

"I'm warning you. Prank me again and I promise you..." she paused as she moved his wand swiftly down from his throat so it was prodding directly into his groin, he gave a small grunt and pushed his head back with tightly closed lips to try avoid the not so gentle pain she just inflicted, her eyes never left his face as she continued to speak.

"You'll lose more than just your wand next time. Are we clear?" She gave a quick glance down and smiled back at him sweetly. He nodded repeatedly. Forcing the wand slightly harder into his crotch she spoke again "I said. Are we clear!?"

Grunting George spoke fast "Yep. Yes, absolutely, painfully clear."

Retracting the wand from it's owners flesh she smiled and whispered "good."

With that she stepped back from him, George let out a hard breath he had been holding. She raised her arm to his eye level and dropped the wand she'd disarmed in front of him. He fumbled over air for a moment in an attempt to catch it. He turned to see her striding past Fred as he returned rubbing the back of his head and lower back with a confused and hurt look.

"What's the deal? I get flown half way cross the castle but you just about get wanked off?" His brother chuckled "What'd she say?" They both watched as she disappeared round the far corner at the end of the hall.

"She threatened to take off my balls if we prank her again." Fred laughed at this

"Well, Georgie boy, there's worse ways to go. At least she's hot." He shrugged and clapped his brothers back as he began to walk the opposite direction to where [Y/N] had strided away. George mumbled a faint "mmm" in response, his eyes still cast after her as he rubbed the place on his neck where his wand had been jabbed. After a few long seconds and a call from his twin he finally turned to leave.

Things didn't get better from that point on. Although the boys had admit defeat and stopped trying to prank her, there was still a resounding amount of tension between the three. [Y/N] and George most of all. It seemed that whenever the two of you were within eye sight of each other it was inevitable they were going to fight. Near every time they saw one another they wound up screaming.

So, all in all given the mutual hate/hate relationship with one another, it was safe to say that George was beyond shocked to find himself currently, and yet again, pulled tight between her thighs on a desk in an empty classroom frantically clawing at the various layers of clothing separating their bodies from one another. Lips locked in a heated and deep kiss that left both gasping for air. He was tearing at the buttons of her shirt as she fumbled with the clasp of his belt and jean zipper.

This had become a somewhat regular occurrence between them. They both hated each other but whenever they were alone neither could restrain themself.

If they were to run into one another past curfew, there was always somewhere to hide and fuck one anothers brains out. Caught alone in a hall between classes, they'd suddenly find themselves clumsily shoved into a hidden passage or cupboard pashing intensely or otherwise involved in some other not suitable for school activities.

By this point they had probably snogged in every closet of the castle, and fucked in just as many empty rooms.

It hadn't been easy of course, for George especially, having to lie to his brother was something he always hated to do. So when he asked where the scratches on his neck and shoulders came from things would suddenly become uncomfortably awkward between the two. For a few minutes anyway, until Fred eventually would drop the subject.

He could only imagine the questions [Y/N] was being bombarded with when people noticed the countless hickies littering her skin. Questions he knew were being asked due to the circling rumours he'd heard of the marks. He could never help himself. Leaving love bites over her soft skin was one of his favourite things to do in the moment. He'd be sure to leave a few fresh ones again tonight.

As his belt came loose he shimmied his jeans down the rest of the way, stepping out of the bunched material. The sound of his pants hitting the floor excited [Y/N] further, wrapping her legs tight around his waist in anticipation, she rolled her hips into his seeking friction. This pulled a deep groan from George as he threw the girls shirt aside haphazardly, lips still locked with the others.

Breaking the kiss only to pull his sweater over his head, while he removed her tights. He snaked an arm around the girls lower back and pulled her flush against him as his other found it's way into her [Y/H/L] hair to bring their lips back to his once again. She reached eagerly for his buldge and palmed him gently a few times, over the thin material, before sliding a hand below the band of his boxers. Taking a firm grip to his member he moaned and detached her legs from around him completely. Bringing the hand he had placed on her lower back to pull off her lace underwear. Gasping as the cold air struck her aching core, and the cold desk top hit her bare ass she immediately threw her legs over him again but this time the grip in her thighs around his waist was notably tighter. The hand that'd been supporting herself on quickly came to grip Georges shoulders. He used his free hand to finally remove his boxers completely and she lined him up with her soaking entrance. Both moaning as his tip made contact. Unable to wait any longer [Y/N] looked into Georges eyes, breaking their needy kiss once again, seeking premission to continue. He nodded as he buried his head into her neck and she brought him in by her legs. Unable to restrain the whine that left her lips as she adjust to his size.

Chest heaving against his, [Y/N] moaned his name and bucked her hips to let him know she were ready. With a deep growl from his throat and a final kiss to the nape of the neck he began to thrust, at first slowly, but both knew by now how the other liked it and so soon he was fucking her with as much force as he could. Pressed tight against one another she were scratching for grip on his shoulders as he pulled her into him with both hands on her lower back. [Y/N] was fighting with all her strength to stop herself moaning too loud. He was lightly biting at the skin of her chest to keep from doing the same.

[Y/N]s mind wandered for a moment to what would happen if a teacher were to walk by. They'd stop abruptly at the sound of soft moans and gasps coming from the meant to be empty room, mixed with the rhythmic beat of the old desks legs being rocked off the floor with every hard thrust from George's hips.

Suddenly she were snapped back from her thoughts by a tightness in her abdomen and the feeling of Georges strong hand reaching up to wrap around her neck.

He pushed her down so her back was flat against the cold wooden desk top, grip on the throat tightening. [Y/N] knew he was getting close. That was his go to finishing move. He'd choke her against the surface of, whatever, they were having sex against and use his free hand to stroke her sensitive clit as his speed violently increased. As he pounded into her, her mouth opened in a silent plead for release. His breathing was rapid and he could be heard grunting with every thrust as he tried desperately to hold on until she came first.

Then for the first time, in a long time, George did something new. Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder as he fucked her. She had to bite her lip to stop from screaming now, but any attempts to remain quiet were futile against the loud moans escaping her dry mouth as he pounded directly into her g-spot. Feeling his hands grip loosen around her throat and travel to the baseline of her hair, George pulled their faces towards one anothers. Placing a rough kiss to her lips he leant to speak in her ear, whispering in a husky voice "scream if you need to, just let it go." They'd never spoken much during these encounters and his new position coupled with his coaxing tone got her heart racing faster, chest beginning to heave. "George..." she whined into him and tightly shut her eyes, he chuckled at the pleading "I know." His finger on her clit began to press down and circle faster, and her breath began to falter and shudder under his touch. Head falling forward into the crook of his neck "George!" She moaned loudly this time nearly shouting. "Look at me." He comanded, pressing his forehead to hers. She tried to obey but the pleasure was too much, it caused her head to drop again.

He clasped her jaw in his hand that had been pulling on the hair at the back of the scalp, forcing her to stay at eye level with him. "I'm not going to last much longer, so it's bloody well time you fucking cum." he growled.

[Y/N]s toes began to curl and she bit her lip "fuck" she breathed. Another loud moan leaving her lips, tightening around him as her orgasm approached. Unable to stop the sounds issuing from her own mouth now. With one final hard thrust from his hips she screamed. There wasn't a doubt in their minds that, had there been a teacher or prefect in the corridor outside they'd be promptly storming toward the room.

Feeling her unravel beneath him George let himself come undone. Letting go to step back, giving a few final tugs on his cock, he'd readied himself to cum when suddenly his movements were cut off by [Y/N] jumping down to his feet and taking him whole in her mouth. Running tongue over his swollen tip and right down to his thick base, she could taste herself on him. Gently grazing teeth over his sensitive skin it didn't take much and he came hot and heavy into her mouth. Gripping a handful of her [Y/H/L + C] hair as he did so.

Licking lips as she stood and she pulled her body close to kiss him deeply. Only stopping when she felt him shudder slightly from poorly restrained laughter. [Y/N] looked up at him with furrowed brows to which he smiled brightly.

"Fuck...you're a crazy bitch." The girl looked at him sternly as if to ask 'seriously?'.

"Am I now?" She asked trying to hide a smile, given the circumstances it was a little difficult to remain angry at him - after all he does look fucking gorgeous after sex.

"Yeah, you are." He grabbed her and pulled their sweaty bodies flush together once more. Slowly he traced his fingers up across her bra strap, along the vein in her neck to behind her ear, "but you fuck so good, think I'm on top of it." He kissed sweetly.

"We really need to go" [Y/N] mumbled into his lips and swiftly turned away from him to begin getting changed. He huffed and frowned at the abrupt break in closeness but lightened when he recalled the past events.

"True. I guess, even though the whole castle heard you having mind blowing sex, I don't think the staff on patrol will appreciate catching us half naked" he joked pulling on his jeans and stuffing his underwear in his pocket. Throwing his jumper at him she ran her fingers through her hair and made to leave when a whistle from behind made her turn.

George was leaning against the tainted desk with his arms folded and a grin on his face. She raised an eyebrow at him impatiently which only caused his smile to widen as he raised one hand to show a pair of lacey pink panties dangling from his forefinger. "Can't forget these, love."

She snatched them from him and left with a scowl like nothing in their relationship had changed. George couldn't contain his smile as he shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly left the room heading for his dormitory, laughing to himself he commented "Crazy bitch".

[suethor]

SPN OCs....I am wondering I am asking I am listening

omg hey bestie..............saurrrr

ace winchester: sam's (older) twin played by crystal reed (i think? or phoebe tonkin); queer; womanizer.

she and dean are too alike for their own good, but she's a little bit worse at repressing her emotions. she's used to standing up for sam, and when he left to go to stanford, she was devastated, but they kept in touch and she visited him from time to time

spends most of her time reading in the backseat of the impala and listening to britney spears on her mp3 player

has a lot of tattoos, most of them are angel/demon/monster/nancy drew themed

shipped with a lot of people, but i think endgame is probably a fem!castiel (exploring queerness with cas as a vessel (cas is i think played by khadija red thunder)) or a different gq angel

her fic leans WAY more into the y2k early supernatural seasons vibe and isn't as gimmicky as the post s5 narratives

the end of the fic is sam going to law school and her and dean opening up a PI agency near where he settles down, where she occasionally helps sam out once he becomes a defense attorney and hunts monsters on the side

veronica "vex" vernon: witch; played by adria arjona

academic witch graduate student in demonology who deals potions to regular people on the side (yes like a drug dealer)

joins the winchesters as "field research" and stays for the found family sometime late in season 1

shipped with sam because she's also kind of addicted to magic and they heal each other ... <3

continues to deal drugs when she's on the road with the winchesters in order to supplement her income (her research grant money is used bailing dean out of jail)

kind of like the giles to dean and sam's buffy. but also the willa.

does not live out of a backpack like dean and sam do and so dean has to move all his shit out of the trunk to make space for her clothes and books

natalie chan: stanford student with a dark past; sam's college bestie; played by chase sui wonders

her mom, played by maggie q, was a hunter killed by azazel in the same way mary and jess were; she tags along with sam and dean after discovering jess' body

was a bit of a wild child but in a coping poorly way; she has an ongoing drinking problem that she learns to deal with

shipped with dean in a hookup to besties to lovers dynamic; they start off hooking up drunkenly after a night in a dive bar, but natalie feels SUPER guilty about it because of sam, so she doesn't say anything and they don't hook up again. but there's also a barrier of intimacy that's been broken down by it, and neither of them can bail like they usually do on their one-night stands, so they grow really close and eventually fall for each other.

super protective of other women, especially college students. when they're hunting and they run. into people younger than her, it activates something.

always covered in blood (#finalgirl)

bonus!!!! hbo!supernatural oc!!!!

jessica "monday" lunes: played either by amber midthunder, fivel stewart, or alexa demie (lol.)

taken in by john after her parents were killed by vampires, a few months before sam left for stanford

grew up with the winchesters from age 16 on; dean and john both call her "monday" or "my monday" because of her last name

the secret reason she was taken in that john doesn't reveal: she's a supernatural magnet. for whatever reason, the dead gravitate towards her—which is why her parents were killed. she also seems to have some sort of immunity, though—they never want to hurt her

suffers from terrible nightmares all the time; doesn't realize they're actually visions from nearby dead

john took her in both to protect her but also because he hoped that she might attract the thing that killed mary

fic condenses the seasons a bit so castiel appears sooner and explains to her that she has divine origins

[nicolovespancakes]

So, I'm watching Ghostbusters: Afterlife again, and these two characters have always reminded me of two characters in particular,

My biggest hyperfixation, and this will be no surprise-

The Valeska twins!

Especially according to my headcanons.

It's Phoebe and Trevor, by the way.

For example; Jeremiah and Pheobe.

- Phoebe is heavily coded as having a strong sense of neurodiverenge, specifically pointed towards autism, as the creator himself is on the spectrum and wants to represent it on screen. I, personally, see Jeremiah having a strong sense of neurodivergence. Again, pointed towards autism, and ASPD but that's beside the point.

- Phoebe is an absolute nerd. She is seemingly very good in areas of all kinds. In the movie, she recognizes a type of science in mere seconds, surprising her teacher, even. As well as knowing lock picking and electricity/electrical circuits. And how she fixes the proton pack that her grandfather used. And atom jokes. She is incredibly booksmart and intelligent. Likewise, Jeremiah states himself that he is proficient in math and science. A child prodigy. Knows more than he should for his age.

-Phoebe and Jeremiah are both people, Phoebe canonically, that I speculate are into chess. Phoebe knows how to play, when she plays with Egon in the movie. Just a minor detail but it's nonetheless stuck in my mind.

-Jeremiah and Phoebe both canonically show the personality and traits of being very deadpan. Very, level and calm. Almost monotone, you could say. They, in the words of Phoebe, don't exhibit emotions as everyone else does.

-Phoebe and Jeremiah both wear glasses, with similar shapes.

-They are both, not all into jokes and laughter, no matter how much they try. (Though Pheobe's jokes are hilarious. Fight me.)

- Their speech is very similar. In the sense of how they talk and the words then use. The responses they give to others, as well. They have advanced vocabulary and use words a lot of people don't use in common English.

- Their reactions! They always seem, confused, with some statements. Another trait of neurodivergence, they both have to have clarity for specific statements or seem almost weirded out by responses they may get from others. As well as being mildly irritated and quick to get defensive.

- The style in which I think a young Jeremiah would dress is EXACTLY like Pheobe's wardrobe to me.

-Sense of humor? Is hard for most others to understand, but makes sense to them. They both seem to have very sarcastic senses of humor, especially. Along with jokes that could be seen as dark.

- I headcanon Jeremiah is not prone to physical touch. In fact, I don't think he likes it at all. Except for one person but that's a different post- And Pheobe is canonically not very prone or happy about physical touch. When podcast hugs her, she physically recoils back. And Jeremiah seems like he's in pain when he shakes people's hands sometimes, I swear to god-

- They are both not seen as sociable creatures. Jeremiah, with being stuck in the bunker. And Pheobe, with not making friends.

- I just, I see so much of them as similar. MOVING ON.

Trevor and Jerome; A little bit similar. Lil bit.

- Trevor is a canonical big brother to Pheobe, and I headcanon that Jerome was the twin born first. Big brothers galore.

-They both seem to be socially outgoing, in contrast to their siblings. They actively seek to make allies or friends.

- They both seem to have a sense of humor to revolve around being the funny one. Like how Trevor talks to Pheobe about her jokes, or how Jerome tells Jeremiah to, basically, 'lighten up.'

- I headcanon a younger Jerome to be a working kinda guy. Like Trevor, who lies about his age to get a job early.

- Cars. A younger Jerome would be interested in cars and fixing them, and Trevor is the one to discover and fix the car their grandfather was hiding, for the ghostbusters.

- They're both the taller sibling. (Fight me again-)

- Both Jerome and Trevor, don't wear glasses.

- They both like to push buttons with their respective mothers.

- They're both VERY reckless. And impulsive.

- A LIL bit similar. A lil bit.

They also got arrested together. The twins have absolutely been arrested together.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I shall now take my leave-

[diditonceinadream-blog]

BNHA x BE CROSSOVER

Ch. 3

Rin's Hero Costume, Mk. 1 👇

Alright guys, we get our first look at the ExWire gang in this chapter. I made Bon's personality a bit more out there just because he has a seduction quirk and holds power over everyone else because of it. He's still the same genius, straight-laced guy, and that will show up in later chapters once we spend more time with Rin's friends.

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Over the days, routines were made. Get up, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and head off to school. And every day Yukio insisted on hugging Rin goodbye, while Rin kept trying to punch him for it.

Some of Rin's classmates saw and seemed very confused.

"Hey, Okumura!" Kirishima called him over. He walked to him, Kaminari, Ashido, and Hagakure. "What's up?" He greeted. "Who's the guy that's always hitting on you?" Ashido wondered. "Mina! You can't just blurt things out like that!" Hagakure hissed.

They were cut off by Rin's laugh. "Nah, it's ok. That's my twin. He's got some attachment issues. Guess that's what happens when you've got no one to take care of you but a brother a couple hours older than you, huh?" Rin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Wait, you don't have parents?!" Hagakure exclaimed. Rin shook his head. "Nope! But don't feel bad. It's better this way. Trust me."

"Yeah, no curfew and no rules." Kaminari grinned. Rin sighed. "That would be a lot of fun, but Yukio insisted we needed curfew and rules to keep us safe and under control. We kinda just raised ourselves since no one else could. We had to grow up real quick." Rin shrugged. Kaminari frowned. "Aww, party pooper." He joked. They all laughed.

At that point, class started. They went to their regular classes like English and Math.

§~•~§~•~§

Finally, lunch rolled around. Rin found his brother with his friends and sat with them. He knew Yukio didn't really like anyone but Shiemi.

"Hey Suguro! How're you holding up in the second hero course?" Rin wondered. He groaned. "If fuckin' Monoma doesn't shut his trap about beating Class 1A, I'm gonna bring him to his knees and it's gonna be painful." He growled. Rin laughed. "Shiemi, Shima, what about you guys?"

Shiemi smiled, playing with the little leaf-man she'd made out of seeds and leaves."Oh, things are going well. Everyone is nice. They're kind of noisy though..." She trailed off. "There's this one chick named Hatsume. She keeps hitting on Shiemi, but Shiemi's too oblivious." Shima snickered. They all laughed at the girl's red face. "H-Hey! I don't really know how to handle that stuff!" She cried.

"It's okay, Shiemi. If you find you don't mind Hatsume's presence and don't mind spending time with her, I can help you figure out what to do for a date and what goodies to give her." Shima promised. "Uh, no, I will. I don't trust you and other people's partners." Rin shook his head.

"Oh, so you trust the guy with a seduction quirk, but not me?!" Shima huffed indignantly. "Yes. Because I have total control of the guy with the seduction quirk." Rin answered. Suguro smirked and pulled the fire user into his lap–something he knew would annoy the younger, placing his chin on the boy's shoulder. "What was that about having control over me, blueberry?" He snickered. "Hey! Suguro!" He growled, elevating his body temperature with flames so the boy let go of him. Rin laughed at his friend's grumbling before he spotted Midoriya across the cafeteria watching them curiously. He waved.

The green haired boy blushed at being noticed and then looked down at his food.

"Deku, what's wrong?" Uraraka questioned. Iida looked at him. "Something is bothering you, Midoriya?" He guessed. "Uh...no, it's just...Okumura-kun and his friends. They look so comfortable together." He said wistfully. Just as he said so, the aforementioned people walked up and sat down around the trio. Midoriya wondered how they'd gotten there so fast.

"Hey Midoriya. Whatcha up to?" Rin greeted. The poor boy jumped out of his skin. "Kinda skittish, huh? He's like Shiemi." Izumo commented. The blonde smiled at the green haired boy. "Hello. I'm Moriyama Shiemi. I'm Rin's friend. It's nice to meet you." She introduced. Rin's friends gave their introductions, following her lead.

"And I'm Yukio, Rin's twin." The taller boy sitting on the other side of Iida said. "Hmm, you guys don't really look alike." Hagakure and Ashido had apparently made their way over. "Mina!" Hagakure sounded exasperated. Suguro guessed she just blurted out whatever she was thinking a lot of the time. "That's okay. I wouldn't wanna be a pretty boy like Nii-san." Yukio teased. "Watch it genius, I feed you and you don't know what I put in that food." Rin warned playfully.

"Rin's kinda snappy today, huh Okumura?" Suguro grinned, wrapping his arm tighter around Rin's waist. Ashido squealed. "Is this the guy with the seduction quirk?" She asked.

"Well, nothing escapes you, does it?" Izumo snarked. "Hey," Rin shot a small flame at her arm, where it sizzled on her sleeve. "Be nice. Not everybody is as observant and snobby as you, Eyebrows."

"I told you my name is Kamiki Izumo!"

"Ooh, cat fight." Shima grinned, leaning forward. "Do I look like a girl to you?" Rin turned to the pink haired boy.

"You guys are so mean to Rin." Uraraka giggled. "How is that funny?" Iida questioned. "Nah, s'okay. We know each other well enough to trash talk each other and still be friends. Long as no one steps over the line, we're good. I can call Kamiki a stone cold bitch all I want and she won't do anything cause she knows it's true." Rin brushed it off.

Except right after that, birds started pecking at his head. "Ow, ow, Kamiki, call off the birds!" Rin held his arms up in defense.

Rin heard a familiar laugh and glared at Bakugou from across the room. "Uh oh. I sense a rivalry." Hagakure sang. "I think Bakugou has a three way rivalry with Midoriya, Rin, and Todoroki. That guy's got some serious issues." Ashido added. When the explosive blonde in question turned away, Rin spit a tiny ball of fire and they all watched until it hit it's target: Bakugou's hair. Rin cursed("Ohshit") and ducked behind Suguro. Bakugou turned to glower at Rin and didn't see him, so he immediately got up and ran out of the room, no doubt hunting the boy down.

Rin came back up, grinning. "Nice one, Rin. Now he'll be running in the halls like a maniac until he realizes you're still here and that he just looks like an angry psycho." Shima snickered. "We should refrain from using our quirks out of classes." Konekomeru put in quietly. "Yes, I agree with Miwa-kun." Iida did karate chops in the air with his hands. Rin snorted. "Little too late for that, guys."

The bell rang and the group split, going to their more abnormal courses.

§~•~§~•~§

As they waited for the teacher to arrive, Rin heard running in the hallway and cocked his head to the side in confusion right before All Might burst into the room.

"I HAVE.....COME THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE NORMAL!!!" He yelled. Rin snorted out a laugh. It seemed like he would rather have come in through the window. Some students freaked out and got excited, some students fanboyed(Midoriya), and then some just smiled and laughed.

The Number One Hero posed in front of the class and began talking(well, it was more like shouting....).

"Hero Basic Training-The class that'll put you through all sorts of special training to mold you into heroes!"

He showed them a card. "No time for dallying, today's activity is this! Battle!" He shouted. Rin couldn't help but smile at the man's excitement. He seemed genuinely happy to be here teaching them, whereas Aizawa was more like a teacher that never wanted to be a teacher in the first place, but needed a job and just took what he could get.

Something slid out of the walls, revealing cases with numbers on them. Are those.....?

Rin grinned once All Might announced that these were their hero costumes they'd ordered. They all retrieved their numbers. Everybody cheered and headed to the changing rooms to put on their costumes.

§~•~§~•~§

Rin grinned as he slipped on his gloves and moved to lace his boots up. He went out to meet everyone else. Kirishima was with Kaminari. The redhead had metal all over his body and even across his face and Kirishima just had some kind of device on the side of his head. "Hey Okumura!" He greeted. "So, what's up with your costume? Going for the Assassin's Creed look?" Kaminari teased. Rin grinned. "It's all fire proof and it's easy to move in. Plus, the material guards me from anything like Mina's poison." Rin explained.

"Oh yeah, your quirk. What exactly is your quirk?" Kaminari wondered. "It's fire." Rin held a hand out and a small blue flame appeared, flickering in his palms and on his fingers. "I can breathe it, I can blast it from my hands, I can cover my body in it. My brother and I grew up in a rough neighborhood, so we made sure to keep our quirks trained in case anything happened so I can even control the temperature of my flames too, though the lowest I can get it is about 23°C." Rin answered. "It's so hot it's blue? Interesting!" Kirishima examined he small flame in tins palm.

"Wow, that sounds awesome! I can only do one big blast, but it kinda fries my brain, so...." Kaminari scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I can harden!" Kirishima shouted excitedly, hardening his arm until it looked like rock. Rin stifled a laugh behind his hand. "I'm pretty sure every guy can do that, Kirishima." He sniggered. "Oi, that's not what I meant!" The redhead complained. Rin and Kaminari laughed, leaning on each other while Kirishima's face turned redder than his hair.

"Alright! Now that you have these costumes, from now on, you are all heroes!" All Might announced. Rin heard footsteps and looked behind him. Midoriya was just arriving from the tunnel behind everybody. Man, this guy is a mess.

Rin had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. The boy's costume was his own signature color, but it was pretty obvious who he modeled it after. Rin looked between Izuku and All Might and he could tell the Number One Hero had noticed. Midoriya, stop trying so hard!

All Might explained how they were going to work in teams and fight each other as heroes against villains.

This is either gonna be insane fun or a complete disaster......

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

‘To Love Fearlessly’ Chapter 4

Some godparent!lock and a whole lot of romance on a weekend getaway.

Author's Note: GOODNESS I love this chapter...this situation is what initially inspired this entire fic! I hope y'all loved it!

"Where is Molly?" John asked, pacing the sitting room of 221B.

"She'll be here in no less than five minutes; you can leave, Rosie and I will be fine on our own," Sherlock assured him. John only gave him a look of disbelief. "I can do this. Honestly John, you should have more faith in me."

"I know, I know," John replied. "Alright, but if something happens to go wrong before Molly gets here, call me."

"We will be fine," Sherlock insisted. After kissing his daughter's mass of curls, John left. Just as Molly promised, the day before, she arrived ten minutes later. The sight that greeted her was a most welcome one. Rosie lay beneath her activity gym and Sherlock had been lying next to her, prodding at the items hanging above them and making their goddaughter laugh. She snapped a quick photo before being noticed.

"Hey, you two," she smiled. Sherlock sat up quickly, knocking his head on the activity gym. Rosie was giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh, you find that funny don't you?" he asked her playfully.

"Uncle Sherlock's silly, isn't he, Rosie?" Molly laughed. She was shooting off a text to John to let him know she was there with the photographical proof that Sherlock was just fine with Rosie.

Arrived later than expected…traffic. Sherlock and Rosie had some bonding time it seems :p –MH

Sherlock suddenly had lifted Molly in his arms, her feet rising off of the floor, and pressed a kiss to her forehead before setting her back down.

"What was that for? Too hard to just lean down?" Molly giggled.

"That was a thank you," Sherlock told her. "And yes, leaning down so far can be detrimental."

"You act like I'm only two feet tall," she playfully swatted at his arm. They sat on the floor beside Rosie, watching her kick her legs and grab onto the plushie that hung above her. "Thank you for what?"

"For everything," he answered, "but most recently, for sending proof to John that I am capable of watching Rosamund."

"You're welcome," Molly told him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Eventually, Rosie fell asleep in Molly's arms after being fed. She and Sherlock sat together on the sofa, watching a re-run of Doctor Who on the telly.

"I had an idea," Sherlock told her. "Now, keep in mind, this is something I've been thinking about for a while."

"What'd you have in mind?" Molly asked, her eyes locking with his.

"I'd find it most preferable—no—I'd love if you would live here with me," Sherlock said, pressing a kiss into her hair. "That is, if you'd like to. I just thought, not only would we be taking a good step in our relationship but maybe you could keep your cottage."

"Sherlock, I'd love to move in with you," Molly smiled. "The thing about the cottage, though…someone's already bought it."

"Really? That was quick," he remarked.

"That's what I thought," she laughed, completely disheartened. "I mean, I'll be able to catch up on my flat payments now, which is good. I need to do that before I move in here. I'll miss it, but I'm sure it's in capable hands."

"Are you free on Saturday?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"Yeah, got nothing planned. Why?" Molly questioned.

"I want to take you somewhere," he told her. "A weekend getaway, if you will."

"That sounds lovely," Molly replied. "I'd love that."

Saturday rolled around and Molly had packed a bag for the weekend, surprised not by the car outside of her flat, but the fact that Sherlock was actually driving.

"This is a rare sight," Molly laughed. "Must be a special occasion."

"It is; I promise," he assured her. The radio volume was high enough to hear the music but low enough that they could still talk, used as more of a background noise than anything.

"Any chance you'll tell me where we're going?" she asked.

"And ruin the surprise? Nope," Sherlock smirked, popping the 'p.'

"Thought not, but I had to try," Molly smiled. After forty five minutes of companionable silence, Molly began quietly singing along with the song on the radio. Sherlock smiled to himself. He loved it when she sang. His left hand quickly found its way to her right and held it as he continued to drive, rubbing soft circles on the back of it with his thumb.

Another twenty minutes in and Molly was reading off crime riddles from her phone to Sherlock. He solved them rather quickly but it kept them both entertained.

"A man was found dead in his study, slumped over at his desk with a gun in his hand. There was a cassette recorder on his desk and when the police played it, it said, "I can't go on. I have nothing to live for." Then there was the sound of a gunshot. How did the detective immediately know that the man had been murdered?" Molly asked. Sherlock made it a point to look like he was clueless and thinking hard about it.

"Hmm," he added.

"Come on, you drama queen, I know you know it," Molly teased.

"The suicide tape was rewound by the murderer," Sherlock answered. "Child's play."

"Alright, fine, but how about this one?" Molly asked. "A woman proves in court that her husband was murdered by her sister but the judge decided that the sister cannot be punished. Why?"

"Possibly an act of self-defense," he replied.

"Wrong, though that would have been my answer too," she told him.

"Wrong? What do they say the answer is?" Sherlock scoffed.

"Oh God, you're going to hate this," Molly laughed. "It says that the sisters are conjoined twins; the guilty one cannot be punished without punishing the innocent one."

"Preposterous," he remarked. "It's never twins."

"Told you that you'd hate it," Molly pointed out. "Too much of a sticky situation." Sherlock looked at her with a comical look of disapproval.

"Molly, that is by far THE worst joke you have ever made," he told her, attempting to keep a straight face but ended up giving in and chuckling at it anyways. She looked out her window, finally observing exactly where they were.

"Sherlock," she said, not quite knowing what else to say.

"Yes?" he questioned, drawing out the one syllable.

"We're in my hometown," Molly stated rather obviously.

"I know," Sherlock smiled at her. Nothing more was said until they pulled up to her cottage.

"Sherlock, we can't be here, it's not mine anymore," she said nervously as he helped her out of the car.

"Fortunately for us, the owner has given us permission to stay here for the weekend," Sherlock smirked.

"I don't—" Molly's words faltered as Sherlock procured the keys to the cottage from his pocket. "You bought it?" Her tone was filled with a happy disbelief.

"Mm, yep," he answered proudly.

"You did all this for me?" her eyes filled with tears.

"Of course," Sherlock replied. "For you; for us." Molly jumped up to throw her arms around his neck and he caught her in his own arms, holding her close.

"Thank you," she cried breathlessly, kissing his cheek. "I love you." Her lips found his and he happily returned her affections. She spoke again when they broke the kiss. "I can't believe you did this. God, it's too much, Sherlock."

"No it's not. It's never too much when it comes to you," he told her honestly. Sherlock scooped her up bridal style, Molly's hands still clasped around the back of his neck. He unlocked the door and stepped over the threshold with her in his arms. The cottage was exactly as she left it; the same furniture and décor that she grew up with. He set her down on the sofa and wiped her tears away with his thumbs and kissed her once more before going to get their bags.

When Sherlock returned, he found Molly by the fireplace, her fingers running over the river rock. She felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind and his head resting on her shoulder.

"You know, I used to sit on the rug here in front of the fire while my dad read stories to me," Molly told him nostalgically. "There was a point, when he became ill, that I would sit here and read stories to him to return the favor."

"I'm sorry you lost him," Sherlock told her, his breath warm against her neck.

"He would've liked you," she remarked, placing her hands over his where they lay against her tummy. Molly leaned into him and he supported her like he always did in more ways than one.

After dinner, they ventured out to the garden, or what was left of it, in the backyard. It was a bit grown over but not so much that it couldn't be easily remedied.

"It's not so bad," Sherlock stated. "Nothing that can't be fixed."

"It used to be so colourful. The yellow daisies were my favourite," Molly told him. "I'd help my mum plant and water the flowers." He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing each individual finger. Sherlock loved learning these little things about her; the important pieces of history that made her who she was. These were things he could have never deduced about her.

"You're thinking too loudly," he remarked. "What is it?" Molly turned to look at him, caressing his cheek with her free hand.

"I'm just overwhelmed in the best way," she replied, smiling up at him. "Thank you. I just—I don't even really know what else to say."

"I'm just glad you're happy," Sherlock told her. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his mouth tenderly. I love you's were interspersed with every other brush of their lips.

"I hope you're not tired," Molly spoke softly.

"Mm, nope," he responded. "Why?"

"You'll see," she winked, walking ahead of him. Sherlock was more than willing to follow after her.

The Cottage

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[abybweisse]

Hey! I am somewhat new to 2ct and am in the midst of an obsession with Ciel - surprise, surprise - and was wondering if you could fill me in on a few things? Obviously if you can't then don't worry! 1. Is there any hints to what the earls real name is? 2. Which twin did madam red prefer? 3. Did the earl get on with Ciel? 4. What was the earl's relationship with his mother like (what he called her, their dynamic, how much time was spent together, etc.), and did Vincent actively ignore the earl?

Well, I can give you the canon facts (as best I can recall) and then give you my interpretation of it all.

1. If we assume Ciel is the name of the older twin (not the younger), and most versions of 2ct now do this (I think), then the earl must have a different given name, right? There really isn’t any specific canon evidence suggesting any one name over another. However, there are some forerunners that look promising. I’ll list my **faves** here:

I. Elic. It’s a rare name and a perfect anagram of Ciel. I’ve found two meanings for it: 1) variation on Alec/Alex, meaning “protection, defense/defender” and 2) “from the elder tree”. I like this name for a few reasons. My pet theory is how Mother3 (a game) is the basic framework of the manga series. The twins in that game are Claus and Lucas; these are anagrams, and even their parents discuss how they named the older twin first and made an anagram to name the younger. Mother3 has a character named Alec (their maternal grandfather), and Black Butler has Alexis (an uncle) – their personalities and plot roles are very similar.

II. Luce. (Sounds like loose.) It’s a *near* anagram; just replace the “i” with a “u”, and it means “light, star”. In Mother3 you have Claus (“people’s victory”) and Lucas (also “light, star”), so if Yana-san doesn’t use a perfect anagram, she could have a four-letter “C” name (Ciel) and a four-letter “L” name, like Luce. Luka would be nice, but that’s already the name of the younger brother to Alois/Jim in season two of the anime. Since the non-canon materials (anime, etc.) are like AU spoilers, a name similar to Luka is entirely possible, like Luce or Luke. There is also more reason to use names that are similar to Mother3 characters; I mean… Mother3 does have Claus, and the Black Butler character who hands the earl the game “Mouse3” is named Chlaus (Klaus in some translations).

III. Eric. Again a near-anagram; it just replaces the “L” with an “R”, and the Japanese often change “L” into “R” for pronunciation. Means “to rule forever”. Sounds good for someone who wears a ring with a motto roughly meaning “the power to rule”, doesn’t it? Problem is, this name has already been used in Kuromyu2. Eric and Alan were essentially accepted into canon in a single panel of the manga. However, the manga never mentions their names. Could get a variation, like Erik. Same meaning.

IV. Lune. Meaning “moon”, I’ve recently added this to my list. Only a half-anagram, but the earl has been referred to as the moon by Sebastian and Baron Kelvin. Soma is the name of the Hindu moon god. London means “fortress of the moon”…. I felt that I had to add it to my list for these reasons.

Those are my personal top four name ideas. Other popular names floating around are longer versions of Luce, like Lucien… or other names for “star, light”, like Aster. Still others have considered names for “sun”, “earth”, or “moon”.

2. I don’t know that Madam Red had a favorite, but she probably spent more time with the earl, since he was often ill, and she would treat his asthma attacks.

3. I can’t say they always agreed with each other, but they clung to each other in that cage, and real Ciel wanted to protect his younger twin. It’s also hinted at that they spent a lot of time playing games of chess against each other, since the earl was often kept inside (due to his health).

4. Since Rachel and the earl shared the same health issues (and because he’s the younger of the twins), the earl probably gravitated towards his mother… and vice versa. I don’t know about any nicknames between the two, but they probably spent a lot of time together and might have created some for each other. In Mother3, Hinawa also seems to favor her younger son, Lucas. In the biblical story of Esau and Jacob, their mother prefers Jacob, the younger twin; she even helps him trick his father.

5. Similarly, there is only circumstantial evidence to suggest that Vincent favors Ciel, like calling and referring to him by name but only calling the earl "this one" or "my son". In Mother3, Flint obviously favors the older twin, Claus. In that story of Esau and Jacob, the father clearly wants his older twin son to inherit and rule. Esau gives up/sells his birthright to Jacob but later tries to reclaim it. However, Jacob proves to be the better leader.

Thanks for the ask!