#its the fear of not knowing what will set my mother off lol

[jakejeffreyperalta]

"my child is fine" your child literally switches tabs every time you enter the room even if they're not doing anything wrong

[feligayzed]

Hey I saw your doodles about the surface au and I'm hooked but I'm kind of curious about something what is his family doing do they know?

Heya!! Okay I'm not gonna front I haven't put too much thinking into the rest of Seb's fam and their whereabouts, but you've given me a wonderful opportunity to do so! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ the initial finding out about Everything™ in the first place could literally be it's own post though so I'll just be focusing on dynamics past the "he's alive and he's a fish and there's a talking computer strapped to him" shock 😭

Right off the bat I can tell you that Painter and Sebastian's sister are straight up besties, like- she was a little freaked at first (understandably) but the two of them inevitably grew to understand each other, especially with how involved the both of them were in Seb's recovery days~

The skepticism was palpable for a while; she is his older sister after all, and there was a lot of confusion about what exactly she was looking at. She was kind of the Boss Bitch what with their mother aging and everything, so a lot of the stress ultimately fell on her (even if Sebastian's stubborn self insisted not to worry about him/"he could take care of himself"). Painter and their neverending patience definitely came in clutch though, as they're very much aware of how they're perceived at first glance, but they were dead set on being proactive- really when it came down to it she saw that he meant a lot to them and she couldn't help but respect it (they ended up being a huge help when Sebastian finally had the 'okay' to go home, not like it would let him out of their sights anyway)

Nowadays they're regarded as family, by pretty much everybody. Sebastian's brother found them pretty cool from the get-go, but really he was more focused on Seb throughout the whole thing (when they were younger he 100% looked up to him quite a bit, present day they couldn't be closer :,3 he also did massive things for Seb's self-esteem early on). His mother will probably never be able to fully conceptualize Painter's existence, but they love to help her cook and craft so she doesn't really care for the meta shit 😭🫶

Now...heh....the stuff I'm indulgent about *rubs my hands together greedily* Does the fam know about Sebastian and Painter and their faggy situationship turned serious...... probably not! At least not to its full extent 🤔 They try to keep it relatively low-key, but they're a very family-oriented bunch so it's getting increasingly harder LOL. I'm imagining a totally not serious scenario in which Seb steps forward with Painter in tow like "guys I have to confess that the rumors are true I do in fact kiss this thing" and everyone is just. Unimpressed. Sebastian was never one for relationships back then so when someone Has Him it's incredibly obvious I fear 😭

Really if they did find out they probably wouldn't care at this point, Painter had already been indoctrinated into the Solace name for god knows how long now so the obvious questions were bypassed FSKDKSG

Thanks for asking!! This was fun food for thought HEHE

[fredmundo]

below the break is the first chapter of my oshamir fic. i don't know if it's any good. i've been too depressed to edit and work on it since the news so here it is.

any feedback, comments, interaction, whatever would be so appreciated and loved. i think i just need to post this here, in a space that loved this series along with me to hopefully inspire me to write the other 8 chapters i plotted lol

please forgive any errors but feel free to send corrections to my inbox

so yeah, untitled oshamir fic ch. 1

Osha thought there would be a heaviness to her steps when she walked onto the Stranger’s ship. This ship was to carry her away from Mae, away from her home. It was to bring her to the island and a galaxy of unknowns. 

Osha had always hated the unknown, hated feeling unsure in her place growing up on Brendok, never quite feeling herself or like she belonged to herself. The feeling of unease never unfurled from her chest while she was at the academy. So she dreaded its arrival now on this ship, with the dangerous man.

But it never came. 

Osha had chosen this, freely. That grip on her chest never tightened when she thought about the Stranger and her agreement to train with him.

There was no fear burrowed in her heart but there was guilt and anger as they pulled away from the ground and entered the atmosphere.

Brendok was irrevocably stained once again. Stained with blood and the sour taste of hate.

Osha clicked on the com that she had earlier turned off. “What do I call you?” There was a twinge to her voice that she hated. She didn’t want to care that she had killed Sol, broken his heart with her mind. She wanted freedom. 

“Qimir. You may call me Qimir.” There was a crackle and pop sound in the comms that Osha made a mental note to look into when they returned to the island.

“Not Master?” The vitriol leaked into her words. She didn’t want to call him Master, didn’t want to be owned in such a way, under his power and control.

“Qimir will be fine.” It sounded like he was smiling.

“Okay. Qimir.” Osha tested the word, how it felt against her lips, on her tongue. “Where are we going?”

“Back to the planet. We will rest. Then we will train.”

That’s it? That’s all the information he was giving her? Frustration bled into her. 

Brzzt. Osha shut the comms off again. 

The waves crashed against the walkway, soaking stone beneath her boots. She hadn’t waited for the Stranger– Qimir. The weight of her choices suddenly felt like too much. 

She stared out at the sea, the violent waters that crashed against cliff sides and shores. She wanted to believe that she had only just opened her soul to these negative feelings, the anger and fear and desire, but she knew that was a lie.

Osha was born with this in her. 

Beneath the Bunta tree had always felt like a place of solace, of freedom, where Osha could be without prying eyes and expectation. The yellow leaves hung like curtains, swaying in the breeze. A blue and red Brendoki Flutterby flew in front of her. It seemed to dance on the wind with a freedom that Osha could only dream about.

Today was to be her and Mae’s Ascension. Mae couldn’t wait, she burned with the desire to be a witch and to be just as Mother Korril and Mama had hoped. Osha knew she didn’t want to be a witch, and didn't want to be constrained to a set of rules that felt like a hand around her throat.

She wanted what that flutterby had. And she hated the creature at that moment.

Osha reached out, pulling on the thread, and held that tiny creature still. It was at her mercy. What she willed, would be. 

But she didn’t want to deprive another creature its freedom like her was to be. She released her hold on the flutterby.

The sound of boots on the wet stone approaching her roused Osha from her memories.

Qimir slowly approached Osha where she stood at the edge of the water. While the planet was small, the island more so, Qimir knew he would feel drawn to her power on the biggest planet in the galaxy. 

He would feel her across the galaxy. She had quickly become intertwined in his being; the thread of the force tying them together.

Qimir stood near Osha now. Not as close as he wished to be but as close as he dared without any indication from her that his proximity was welcomed. When their eyes finally met, the thread that bound them together tugs him closer. He cannot help but be drawn into her orbit. 

He stepped closer until they were almost shoulder to shoulder. He reached out slowly, careful, and he dared to touch her. Qimir wrapped his hand, that monstrous thing that killed her friends and former teachers, that would kill again, around her own and the lightsaber she earned from Sol. His thumb dragged across her soft skin. 

Both their eyes turned to look out at the horizon, the sun above and the sea below them. The thread taut between them.

He had known. Known that she didn’t need his words or guidance at that moment. Known that what she needed was to be seen and accepted.

Osha knew that he could see her, could see that warring her spirit between who she had been told to be her entire life and who she was choosing to be.

So he didn’t say a word, just looked at her. He never looked away from her. As soon as he had seen her, dressed as Mae, coming into that damned apothecary, Qimir knew he wasn’t going to look away. He could feel a kinship in her through the force. He could feel her power. 

“KRIFF!” Osha roared in frustration from where she laid. The soft grass of the plateau they were training on had concealed a stone that now dug into her shoulder.

“Your stance is good but you are fighting too much like a jedi, too controlled.” His easy voice, buttery, normally would be welcomed but with her back jabbed by a rock, his voice felt grating.

Growling out, “aren’t you supposed to be fixing that?”

They’d been training every day for the last few weeks, since returning to this planet, Osha did not know the name of it, it wasn’t charted as far as the Republic was aware. Every day, Osha wound up on her back, having failed to best Qimir. Though, her stamina was returning and the feeling of a weapon, even if it was just a wooden staff, had stopped feeling foreign to her.

“Getting rather angry, Osha.” He draws out the sounds of her name, pulling at her seams with that elongated second syllable. He clicked his tongue, tutting at her for her rage. He knew the more he picked at her, the angrier she would get. He wanted her to unleash herself from the cage she insisted on putting herself in.

The sound of his tongue clicking, as if he disapproved of her emotional outburst, brought only more anger to the surface. Osha shoved up from the earth, picked up that sparring staff. Her grip was a vice, knuckles white, as she took her stance. Normally, this is where Sol would’ve scolded her, told her to cool her mind of the fire that burned her now. 

But Qimir liked the fire, asked for her to burn him, too.

“O-sha,” the insolent man continued to tease her. Goading her into striking him.

Moving fast, Osha closed the distance between them, striking out with anger, something she was told to never do. She let it fuel her strikes against Qimir. He moved easily to block her but she was also able to block the counterstrike he threw at her. 

“Good, Osha.” His voice had lost that teasing lilt and was now filled with pride. He stepped back, signaling to her to pause in her attacks. “But you need to be–” She struck at him again, feeling a rush of exhilaration at his barely having blocked the blow in time.

“Unpredictable?” She continued to strike, moving to control the momentum of the fight, pushing him in the direction she wanted, toward the plateau’s edge. 

Of course, he determined her goal. With whatever strength he’d buried, he quickly turned the tides against Osha. He kept her on her back foot, pushing her back across the plateau. 

With a strong final series of moves, Qimir hooked his own staff around hers and twisted, and Osha’s staff was ripped from her grip. But he didn’t stop at disarming her, with another move he brought the staff behind her left knee pulled. Her stance now wider than comfortable, unbalanced, he easily took her feet out from under her and Osha’s back met the hard earth again.

Another rock found its home in her spine. “Kriff! Gods! You nerf-herder, bastard!” Osha cursed up at Qimir, who was laughing.

“Quite the mouth on you. Not very Jedi of you.” The tease was back in his voice. He laughed lightly, there was affection for Osha that she was unused to.

“I worked on starships for 6 years. Cursing is a job requirement.” She reached under her and grabbed the offending rock and threw it at him. He of course, dodged it, a smile still plastered on his handsome face.

Yes, in her own thoughts, at least, Osha could admit that Qimir was beautiful. With a jawline that sharp it would be hard to believe that he could look soft, that his eyes could be anything but filled with anger. But now, they were bright with subtle crinkles, sunlight bouncing off his perfect tanned skin. 

“That was much better.” He turned that perfect smile in her direction, offered her a hand.

“I still ended up on my back.” Osha didn’t feel like it had been all that better of a showing. Her back was definitely going to show bruises. 

“Yes,” he righted her onto her feet. While he dropped her hand, he didn’t move to step away from her. His right hand lifted and pulled grass from her locks. “But you fought without restraint. You ignored whatever combat rules the Jedi pretend exist.” His eyes move around her face and head, checking that she is free of earth, before locking with her eyes. 

He still hasn’t moved back.

Qimir knew he should step away from her. She often sought out space, having grown comfortable with isolation after her years as a mechnic, but he couldn’t bring himself to just yet. Staring into her dark brown eyes that Qimir could swear contained stars with how bright they shined after a bit of praise slipped across her skin. Or when she felt powerful and strong. 

Qimir found himself waiting for these moments of closeness with Osha, moments where she wasn’t so guarded. 

But he wouldn’t push, wouldn’t risk her abandoning him. He could’ve handled Mae leaving him, there was never this level of connection. He had seen her anger and thought there was more to her but he now knew that he was simply waiting for Osha. Whatever depth he had seen in Mae was just Osha, through the force and the way they’d been made. 

But she is still just looking at him. 

He still doesn’t move away. The hand that had been clearing grass from her hair now bravely moves to cup her cheek. His thumb lightly brushed across her cheekbone and soft, brown skin. 

If he could live in this moment, he would. “You should never cage yourself, Osha. The Jedi saw your power and were afraid of it and did everything they could to erase entire parts of you. But you shouldn’t continue their work. You deserve freedom.”

Her heart raced, breath pumped into her body and he spoke. It was like Qimir could look through her, into her. He understood her and he encouraged her.

You deserve freedom. That was all Osha has ever longed for. Since beneath the Bunta tree, to the academy, to working as a mechnic, and now in this moment. Osha craved freedom.

“We should wash. And I would like to check your injuries from today.” Osha nodded at him and finally took a step back from him. 

He gathered the staffs and his bag that seemed to go with him everywhere. He moved toward the path down, toward the beach and tide pools. 

“Qimir,” Osha called and he paused and turned. “I do want freedom. I don’t want to be,” Osha mulled over the word he had used. Caged. Had the Jedi really done that to her? Put her into a box and locked her away? Had Sol? She felt the word drop out, the sentence she had meant to finish. 

He smiled at her but it was almost sad like he could see that she was struggling with the realization that she had been hurt by the Jedi. “Come on, Osha.” She could almost feel him saying, save that for another day.

Osha followed him, lengthening her strides to catch up and walked next to him.

The water of the pools was cool but not cold and it felt like heaven against her skin. Qimir had entered the pool first, swimming straight ahead and never looking back toward Osha, giving her privacy to undress.

Qimir didn’t need privacy. He liked to feel her eyes on him while she desperately tried to not let her gaze linger. 

Now the water lapped at her back, the skin warmer with injury was now cooled and it took most of Osha’s concentration not to moan at the relief. Osha worked through her routine now, letting her focus shift from the man in the water to herself. Dunking herself under the water, wetting her hair and working what was left of her soapstone through her hair and across her body. Ensuring a thick, even coat of soap across her hair, she dunked under the cool waters once again and shook her hair, spreading out like a jellyfish’s tentacles, floating through the water.

Osha always thought of her mother when she washed her hair, and remembered the peaceful moments of her childhood when her mother had taught her how to care for her hair. Mother had always shown her that pride and care of oneself wasn’t a bad thing but a beautiful thing. Since having left the Jedi, Osha had been trying to relearn this and relearn how to value herself. At the academy, they teach you to lose yourself, not to take pleasure in small acts of self gratitude and expression. 

They don’t do this to be evil though it is sometimes still the case. They discourage any affection to your life before the academy and for Osha that meant losing a thread to her mother and herself. 

Now, here in this water, hair washed, as Osha floated in the water, she let herself feel connected to her mother in a way she hadn’t felt for sometime. 

Osha missed her mother more than ever now. She missed her mother’s soft hands when they would plait her hair just so to match with Mae. She missed her mother’s encouraging voice as she would walk Osha and Mae through their training. She would give anything to hear her voice again, soft and silky with a touch of smoke.

Her final moments with her mother had been bittersweet. But she was grateful to have gotten to be wrapped in her arms one last time.

Before she was killed.

“Osha,” Qimir’s voice skimmed across the water, “are you okay?” The sound of water sloshing as he slowly made his way over to where Osha swam.

Osha nodded, turned to face him, not knowing tears coating her face until she locked onto his eyes. His brow scrunched in concern and his mouth opened slightly at the sight of pain. “I’m alright. Just thinking about my mother.”

He still swam closer. “Tell me about her.”

This pulled at something in Osha. She’d never been encouraged to speak about her. Sometimes, while at the academy, she had been afraid that she would forget her mother entirely.

But here was this man, deadly and full of emotion, everything the Jedi had warned against, and yet, he met her with a kindness she hadn’t expected.

So she does. She tells Qimir about her mother, everything she can think of from how she looked and walked, to the power she could command, to sneaky trips out for spice creams and how much she wishes she wasn’t dead so that Osha could tell her that she was right.

And Qimir listens. Floating there in the water, getting wrinkled for how long he lets Osha ramble, and he laughs with her at happy stories, and lets Osha work through her pain at the hard moments when her voice lodges in her throat.

When they finally climbed out of the pool, the sun rose just past its apex in the sky. They’ve only just reached the cave but Osha doesn’t get settled like they usually do. Normally, Osha will rest or write, like she did when she was a child, and Qimir will craft cortosis armor. But today, Osha drops her training equipment and trades them for tools.

With the tools, Osha turned to head out to the ship, wanting to get to work before the path became obscured under the waves.

Qimir noticed that Osha wasn’t taking her usual spot on the mat and opening her journal.

A spike of fear erupted in his chest, “where are you going?” Qimir wouldn’t stop her from leaving him, wouldn’t deny her freedom of choice. But Gods, he was afraid to lose her, afraid to be alone. He followed her out the cave but not down the path.

“I noticed a popping sound in the ship’s communications that I wanted to fix.” She didn’t fully turn around, just through the reasoning back at him over her shoulder.

Oh. That was a relief to Qimir. Slightly embarrassed that his immediate thought was that he was being abandoned, betrayed.

“Fixing the communications systems,” he gave a breathy laugh, “I would’ve thought that you’d be sick of the sound of my voice by now.” He smiled, remembering her cheeky muting of him during their first passage to Brendok.

“Yes, well,” she was shouting back at him, having turned as she still made her way down the path toward the ship, “who says I’m not?” She smiled brightly at him. Turned and continued on her way.

She hadn’t brought anything with her except her tools. Not even her saber. She wasn’t going to leave him, at least not today. Qimir let himself be soothed by the thought. He returned to the desk where he worked to forge her a gauntlet of cortosis.

[kikiomoriartworks]

Sorry for not posting here in a VERY long time

Im more active on Twitter (But that might change soon) and Instagram, but I'll start posting on Bluesky often soon and I might post art here but I havent decided yet <3

Meet my new Digital Circus oc, Cerrie <3

Its very fun to draw her so you might see her a lot on my socials lol

~~~

Cerrie, the Little Doll Girl

A strange little girl, who cannot speak and only could speak garbled mess (At least at first). She's very quiet, childlike and adorable to the eyes of many. What was behind the frown face of hers?

~~~

Under tab for her relationships with the gang

Cerrie's relationships with the gang, when the little girl appeared the first time, she couldnt speak at first because of a traumatic incident that led her to here so Caine has to give her her name. She could only speak in broken garbled language overtime of her stay until she could actually talk again.

• Ragatha and Cerrie's relationship is very much of a mother/child esque bond. When Cerrie first appeared, she appears stoic but is terrified to be around people she doesnt know on the inside of her broken, traumatized soul. She never felt a motherly touch her whole life until she met Ragatha. The woman whos very caring and worried for the little girl, Cerrie was very confused and fearful that the rag doll woman would hurt her too, but thankfully it wasnt the case. Cerrie was joined by the hip with Ragatha ever since as her best friend/surrogate daughter. The child knows that the woman has her own set of problems, but she is very loyal to her newly formed mother figure.

• Pomni and Cerrie's bond is a little shaky at best, but eventually Cerrie saw her as an aunt figure. Cerrie thrives on being a menace to her and Jax each time the two are forced to babysit her during adventures. Cerrie is aware that the poor jester woman has her own problems too. The two gets compared a lot with their constant frowny faces and big sad eyes. Cerrie trust Pomni second after Ragatha.

• Cerrie and Jax's bond is an on again, off again kinda friendship. When she starts speaking again, she can be brutally honest and a little insulting at times, which impressed the jerk rabbit. Jax calls her "Bat Wings" because the sides of her head looked very much like bat wings. Cerrie is one of the very few circus members who knows that Jax is masking his emotions, but not much Cerrie could do due to her young age. Sometimes, the rabbit use her like a football and her not feeling a thing, which freaks out Ragatha without fail even though Cerrie is always unharmed.

• Kinger and Cerrie's bond isnt too shown at times, but Cerrie looks him up as a grandfather that she longed to have. The chess piece shows her all kinds of insects and his pillow fort as a reminder of his lost wife which someday he'll tell Cerrie about Queenie for she is too young to comprehend on what happened to her. Because of her newfound knowledge of insects, Cerrie would mostly bring dead bugs to the gang which makes Ragatha scared out of her mind, especially if Cerrie brought over a dead centipede.

• Gangle ADORES Cerrie very much and reminded her a lot of a stuffed animal she saw in an anime once. With the ribbon taught Cerrie how to draw, The child would sometimes draw a paper mask for Gangle if her comedy mask broke, which made Gangle cry out of joy of Cerrie's kindness. The child is patient with Gangle because she reminded her of herself in her past life that she would rather not remember.

• Zooble and Cerrie's relationship is a complicated one for sure. They are freaked out by Cerrie's stoic nature and her just up and ready for crazy adventures and her desire to not leave. Due to Zooble's grumpy nature, Cerrie isnt too fond of them because of her traumatic past with her mother being constantly mad at her. When push comes to shove, the mix and match member wouldnt hesitate to stand up for Cerrie if Jax went too far with her being thrown around like a ball.

• The one person or rather AI that Cerrie cannot stand is Caine, due to him dismissing her feelings and making everything worse for her and her fellow circus members. With him constantly yelling into her ear, it triggers a trauma response from the child, who cannot stand being yelled at, even when the AI is cheery. Caine of course being extra careful with Cerrie due to her being the youngest member, but he does more harm to her than good even if he didnt mean it.

[closetsof-backlogged-dreams]

this is kind of very specific but thoughts on morgana randomly having magic years into her life? (merlin is the only wizard born with it i believe and usually you have to study magic to attain it?)

ok, so i wrote a huge huge analysis on this!! like absolutely gigantic!! and then it all got deleted😭😭 so we're going to try and recreate it rn so i dont jump off a cliff👍

alright! so, i'll start it off by saying that i've actually never thought about this before! the reason this was originally so huge was because i was thinking abt it and analyzing while i wrote it:) so this will still probably be rly long and kind of nonsensical lol bc i havent rly had the time to compress all of my thoughts, if that makes sense

okay, so there's two things that i want to address here:

Uther's prejudice towards magic

Morgana's connection to magic (family)

my first theory begins with viewing Morgana's magic as its own entity. Morgana was a little girl brought to Camelot, one of the most dangerous places to possess magic, and raised by Uther, the figurehead of the anti-magic movement. what if her magic knew that she wouldn't be safe there if it made itself known, so it locked itself up inside her? but her magic gained power as she got older, and grew restless, until it began to lash out in big magical displays such as a candle's flame reaching so high it sets the curtains alight, or the window the curtains covered being smashed without a single touch? so, that is one explanation—that her magic didn't surface until it absolutely had to in order to protect Morgana.

but let's look at Morgana's connections to magic. first, we have to acknowledge Morgana's connection to her half-sister, Morgause. we know that they are maternal half-sisters, sharing a mother, a noblewoman named Vivienne. Morgause's father is never confirmed in the series, but we obviously know that Morgana's is Uther. it is never fully explained what happened to Morgause, where she's been all this time, but after looking through the wiki and the episodes for information, I found this part of "The Sins of the Father":

UTHER: I was led to believe that the child had died.

GAIUS: The child lived, My Lord. She was smuggled out of Camelot shortly after her birth.

UTHER: How do you know this?

GAIUS: It was I who entrusted the child to the High Priestesses of the Old Religion.

UTHER: You should've told me, Gaius.

GAIUS: I had sworn a solemn oath, My Lord. I'm only breaking it now because I fear what Morgause might do.

UTHER: Does Morgana know?

GAIUS: I don't believe so.

UTHER: Morgana must never find out she has a half sister. I will not have her loyalties divided.

GAIUS: Of course. The High Priestesses will have trained Morgause from birth. Her magic will be powerful.

whoa. for how little we learn about Morgause throughout the series, this one piece of dialogue by far reveals the most. let's summarize, then analyze: so Uther obviously knows who Morgause is and believed her to be dead, when she had actually been handed over to the High Priestesses by Gaius to be trained in magic as a child. Uther is horrified by this because he doesn't want her "loyalties divided." when watching the episode, it's Uther is obviously shocked by this revelation, but not in the ways you'd think.

in my interpretation, it seems that Uther is shocked that this transpired, and that Gaius betrayed him (mostly this), but the fact of Morgause's magic doesn't seem to add any sort of fuel to the fire. it seems like information Uther was already aware of, which is very, very interesting. i believe that Uther always knew, in his heart, that Morgana would be a sorceress one day. i wonder if that plays into his complete expulsion of magic from his kingdom, but that is another ask and analysis lol.

but the information we learn about Morgause is very important. so, she had obviously been practicing magic her whole life, but she had also been given to magicfolk. this could easily mean that she had to study it, right? i doubt it. if Morgana had magic without studying it, it would make perfect sense if it somehow ran in the family. but! they have different fathers, so that only leaves one connection, their mother Vivienne. let's get down to the crux of my actual theory: i think Vivienne was a sorceress of some sort. it would explain how Uther would know of Morgause's magic, and why he would have any reason to believe Morgana would one day become a sorceress. i know i said this was another ask lol, but i wouldn't be surprised if this played into why he never told Morgana she was his daughter. she would obviously know that she wasn't Ygraine's, and then she might do some digging into Uther's past and everything, and he might've been scared that she would have discovered who her mother was and, furthermore her mother's magic.

but PAUSE: why would Uther have been led to believe that Morgause had died? assuming she was born with magic, which provides the simplest explanations for my theory, i can presume that Vivienne wanted her child to learn magic and become a High Priestess, a future i could only see her wanting for her child if she was some kind of sorceress herself. i do wonder if Vivienne was a High Priestess, but that i highly doubt, as interesting as it would be. and if Vivienne was a sorceress, and her magic most likely was passed on to Morgause, why wouldn't it pass on to Morgana?

AND CONTINUING WITH THAT: if they did "share" the same magic, it would also explain why Morgause gave Morgana the bracelet in the episode they first met. if they both experienced prophetic dreams, it is very probable that Vivienne did as well. so if all of Morgause's magic was trained, why would they share that trait? just another theory:)

moving on: personally, i don't actually think Merlin was the only one born with magic. i think it is very, very uncommon to be born with it, and it might have died out over time as the world developed and moved on from magic, but i definitely think he wasn't the only one to be born with it. the shock of him being born with magic (from Gaius, Arthur, etc.) i think came from two things:

misinformation spread by Uther to promote his "all magic is a choice and evil" narrative

how uncommon it is in the first place, so people probably wouldn't encounter it often or ever

real quick, before i give my grand summary, i want to take a short look at Mordred. when we first meet him, he is a young boy. we see him perform telepathy, but overall, if my memory serves me correct, i don't believe we saw him perform much magic. i don't know if Mordred was born with magic or not, and i don't think it matters. i just think that young children—outside of Merlin who was obviously a very special case, though we don't even know the full background of when his magic truly began manifesting itself in any sort of significant way—generally don't have very powerful magic. and if Morgana's magic truly was locked away, if her magic was so weak, how would it have ever made itself known before?

overall, though, here is what i believe:

i think Vivienne was a sorceress and her magic passed on to both Morgause and Morgana. when Morgause was given to the High Priestesses, she was trained to control and use the magic she already possessed from birth. because they were actively training her, she probably developed more powerful magic quicker, but we don't actually know anything about when her magic manifested, so that part is most a mystery. i do think, though, it probably became significant around 10 or 11, or perhaps when she became of age. but Morgana didn't receive that training, and was in an environment and situation where not only did she have no reason to think she possessed magic but it also would have been dangerous to possess magic. so, i think some subconscious part of her pushed it down, explaining how she only really experienced it in dreams for most of her time at Camelot, in a way that no one else could see or perceive, so it wouldn't endanger her. until, finally, her magic grew too strong to be contained any longer and it began lashing out in worsened dreams and acts of more physical and material magic, like the candle fire and the window. the reason why Merlin's magic manifested earlier than Morgana's can easily be explained in how exclusive Merlin's experiences were. he was the most powerful sorcerer in history, so it makes sense that his magic would be stronger and unable to be contained right off the bat instead of later on, when it finally grew enough as it did for Morgana.

well, that's all! pls pls PLS let me know if you have any more follow-up questions on this particular topic or any others! i absolutely adored this question because one thing that always irked me about the series was the importance of Morgause but the complete lack of backstory! we have really no idea what happened to her or where she came from, and all of the theories here are quite shaky and all dependent on 2-3 sentences pulled from one conversation:( i hope all of this made sense though, and i hope you enjoyed! (and im so sorry it took so long!! as i mentioned at the beginning, i actually already wrote most of this like a MONTH ago, but it got deleted, so i had to rewrite it all😭) once again, if there's anything else you'd like to ask, please do!!

[muffinbeliever]

Neighborly Love [02]

Pairing: Coworker!Dean Winchester x Coworker!Reader

Word Count: 1131

Warnings: nothing ? trauma dumping lol but nothing that we didnt know already

Summary: Coworker!AU– Dean Winchester is the newbie around the office, and also your new cubicle neighbor. You have him all figured out from the start: a jerk, or so you think. It doesn’t help that he won’t stop flirting with you. Will Dean be able to convince you otherwise? 

A/N: oop hey guys *shyly tucks hair behind my ears* its been a while huh i was recently reminded that i actually told someone that id be posting the second chapter in december 2022 so we all know how that turned out... but anyways the only thing i can think of is #the hoes are gonna LOVE this have no fear y'all mother is here to feed you with a light chapter of lunch fluff

Masterlist | Neighborly Love Masterlist

You had just finished the fourth page of your project report, starting to double check for mistakes, when Dean cleared his throat. A quick glance showed him standing by the partition, his jacket hanging from his arm and an expectant look on his face. 

“Huh?” You asked, confused. You continued to proofread while you waited for his reply, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to reword an awkward sentence. 

“I asked if you wanna get lunch,” he said. Your fingers hovered frozen over the keyboard. 

“Lunch?” You repeated, finally turning in your chair to face him properly. 

“Yeah, you know, the meal between breakfast and dinner? Eaten around midday? We get an hour off work? Which is right about now?” He teased, his green eyes twinkling with playfulness. 

“I know what lunch is.” You pretended to be annoyed to hide your amusement. “I was just processing the thought of lunch with you.” 

“Ouch,” he joked. “And here I was, doing a good deed by inviting you to lunch so you wouldn’t think of your breakup.” 

“Well, I wasn’t thinking about the breakup until right now,” you groaned. You had been so preoccupied with your report, you hadn’t given your breakup a single thought, but now, you had a whole hour to do nothing but that. 

“Then we’ll just have to go to lunch to take your mind off it,” he responded with a smirk. You debated continuing your work instead, but gave Dean’s offer a second thought.

“Beats work, I guess.” 

You saved your work and turned off the monitor before grabbing your purse. Your eyes swept the desk as you rose from the chair, and you had one arm in your jacket when you saw his grin. 

“What?” You asked, a little wary of his response.

“Nothing.” He was unsuccessful in feigning nonchalance. You gave him a pointed look.

“I…” He trailed off as he collected his thoughts. “I just think we got off on the wrong foot, and I’m hoping this lunch will be better,” he admitted. He rubbed the back of his neck and his eyes were averted, hinting towards his nervousness. You were thrown off by his truthfulness, but after a moment, you were surprised to find that you agreed.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. The grin he returned conveyed his relief, and you swore the air felt a little lighter. “Come on, then. Part of inviting me to lunch is actually going.”

“Alright,” he chucked. “Where should we go? Lady’s choice.” 

The diner across the street was nothing special, but it was close and fast– two things you appreciated. The hostess seated the two of you upon arrival, and within five minutes, your orders were taken.

“So, Y/N Y/L/N, tell me about yourself,” Dean said, after the waitress set down your drinks. 

“There’s not much to tell,” you warned. 

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug. “When you’re an only child and both of your parents are on-call surgeons, it’s kinda lonely and boring. I read a lot as a kid and focused on school. I always went to class and ran for student-body president. Don’t get me wrong, though, I had a social life and friends. I dated a couple of boys and fooled around with a couple more, but nothing wild. And then I went to college, but that wasn’t anything wild either.”

You were quiet for a moment, giving yourself time before continuing. 

“I met Zach during the second half of junior year. We were in the same class and, I don’t know, I guess we kinda just clicked. We got coffee a couple of times and worked on a couple of projects together. Even after the semester was over, we kept in contact and eventually he asked me out and we started dating. After graduation, I got this job and he took an offer at a tech company two hours away.” 

A familiar lump began to form in your throat. “It’s been a year since then, and I thought things were going fine between us, but clearly they weren’t. And I–” 

Your vision blurred from the tears brimming your eyes. You took a deep breath. Dean offered the glass in front of you, and you sipped at it while the waitress set down your plates. Your mouth watered at the sight of the cheeseburger in front of you. 

“Anyways, enough about me,” you said, once the waitress had left. “What about you?” 

Dean shrugged in response. 

As you ate, he talked about the house fire that took his mother when he was four, leaving his dad to take care of him and his younger brother, Sam, who was only six-months-old at the time. He shared how his dad turned to alcohol after the tragedy, and how it was the cause of the car accident that killed him ten years later. Bobby, a close family friend without kids of his own, adopted the brothers right after. Dean struggled through high school and vowed to never set foot on a school campus again once he graduated. He lived at Bobby’s until Sam finished high school, working as a mechanic at Bobby’s body shop. From there, Dean bounced around, taking the odd job here and there.

You listened to his story with rapt attention, admiring his animated gestures and shining eyes as he talked about Sam, who was now in his last year of college. The brothers had remained close over the years, despite their physical distance.

“Eventually, after working so many different jobs, I had gained experience that employers valued– at least, enough to overlook my lack of college degree– and I ended up here,” he concluded with a shrug. He was relaxed against the cushion of the booth, reaching out his hand to swipe a french fry through ketchup. His fingers drummed on the table while he chewed. 

“Thanks for sharing that with me,” you said softly, offering him a small smile. His fingers stopped their tapping.

“Thanks for taking me up on lunch,” He responded, just as softly. His forearms rested against the table as he subtly leaned closer, mirroring you. The sunlight hit him at the perfect angle, revealing the flecks of gold amongst his vivid green eyes and the smaller, fainter freckles dusting his cheekbones. Your breath hitched at the sight.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised to a smile– the movement catching your attention. Your gaze lowered to his lips and you found yourself wondering if they were as soft as they looked. 

“Like what you see?” He was parroting his first words to her using the same, smooth flirtatious tone that had irritated every nerve in your body yesterday, but today, you found you didn’t mind it one bit.

Taglist: @akshi8278 @skyewardolicitycloisdelena91 @lanea-1 @slamminmine @bluedragonflylady @cevans-winchester @bakugouswh0r3 @muhahaha303 @allaroundjejje

[inthatfandom]

Nightmares

Summary: Claire-118 and John-117 find comfort in each other after what they saw on the Halo terrorizes their dreams. (Set in the show universe after the finale of season 2)

Word Count: 1,068

Authors Note: Hey guys! Claire-118 is my OC that I've been having brain worms about lol. She failed her augmentation but was able to rehabilitate and rejoin the rest of the Spartans, becoming the leader of Gold Team. She refused to let Master Chief fight on that Halo alone. (Also ik we haven't seen the Gravemind in show yet but we r manifesting a season 3 so shhhh)

Also I've never written fanfic before so constructive criticism is much appreciated!

----------------------------------------------------------

“It's open Bear.” John called out from beyond the door of his makeshift room aboard the UNSC flagship the Spartans found themselves on.

Claire paused for a second upon hearing his old nickname for her, he hadn't called her Bear since they were 13. She pressed the pad of her finger to the biometric lock and stood there silently as the door slid open with a quiet hiss.

His room was pitch black.

Suddenly she didn't feel like a Spartan, she felt like a child. Standing in the threshold of his room she felt the kind of fear she hadn’t felt since augmentations, the shadows of the room slithered in her periphery, their tendrils climbing up her arms. She hugged them around her torso to keep them at bay. Technically, Claire knew nothing was there, she had her ability to see in near total darkness to thank for that. But tonight, her mind was playing tricks on her.

Though, part of her was grateful for the darkness, the shadows. They hid her momentary weakness, her shame, from him. She hadn’t needed to sleep beside him for comfort since they were young children, new to the Spartan Program and terrified of everything. Now they were warriors, weapons; grown and honed for violence. There wasn't supposed to be anymore room for whatever the fuck was happening right now. This… innate need for comfort that humans so stupidly sought out in other humans when they felt scared. He had never judged her for it then, but for the briefest moment, Claire thought he might judge her for it now.

John’s quiet, yet gruff voice pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts and further into his room.

“Come ‘ere.”

It didn't sound like he had been sleeping either, she mused to herself as she padded over to the empty side of the cot. No more words needed to be exchanged between them. And any thoughts of judgment she had washed away as he held the thin blanket open as an invitation. He knew just as well as she did why she was there.

Ever since they got back from the Halo, Claire’s nights had been filled with horrors beyond her comprehension. And it had everything to do with that … thing … they encountered down there. Despite giving them its name, she refused to use it. Once upon a time her mother had told her that knowing the true name of evil gave you power over it, but Claire didn't feel powerful when it's name reverberated in her skull. She just felt hopeless.

But that hopeless feeling rolled off her shoulders the moment she slid under the thim blanket and into his warmth. She didn't even need to be right next to him to feel it, in fact, she was on the edge of cot, but he radiated heat. Ever since their augmentations, most of them ran hot; but Claire rarely did. A consequence of having failed them once, she figured.

As she settled down into the small cot, John turned onto his side to face her.

“Was it a nightmare?” He questioned softly. Never one for small talk, her Johnny.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “I feel bad waking the rest of gold team up whenever I have one. Figured I'd just come wake you up instead.”

John huffed softly at that last comment, seeing his tiny smile helped Claire relax into the pillow.

“Just like old times, Bear. At this point I'd expect nothing less of you.” He jested back at her.

There it was again, that damn nickname. If John called her that one more time Claire was certain she would start to cry. Which she rarely did, but it brought forth bittersweet memories she'd rather not dwell on when she already felt this emotionally frazzled.

Slowly, she came to the realization that his warmth was tenfold and she could make out the slightly crooked line of his nose. The smell of UNSC issued soap was a familiar one. She must have subconsciously moved closer to him during their short conversation. She prayed to whatever gods would listen that he didn't notice.

“Yeah well you know me, I'm nothing if not consistent.” She replied softly, fighting the heavy feeling in her eyelids. She would give anything to stay awake and talk to him for a few more minutes.

John just looked at her, that small smile still gracing his lips. Even in her exhausted state, Claire noticed that his normally sad, hazel eyes were softer than she had ever seen them. Figuring out why was a problem for tomorrow, she thought.

When he realized she was fighting sleep, he whispered for her to get some rest. They had a long fight ahead of them and–

“I want you by my side.” He confessed.

“I've always been by your side.” She whispered back.

As Claire-118 slipped into unconsciousness, John-117 waited for her breathing to level out and her whole body to relax before brushing a strand of hair out of her face and gently pushing it behind her ear. His fingertips repeated the pattern, softly caressing the side of her face and neck before moving onto the slope of her shoulder and down the dip of her arm. He couldn't put the feelings he had for her into words, he didn't even know where to begin. He cared for her ever since he first met her, a quiet little girl, even quieter than him, but so fiercely determined to beat the odds. Years later, when 14 year old John found out she didn't beat the odds and had been put in a coma after failing the augmentations, he felt as though someone had ripped his heart out. Not even the pellet could subdue the horrible empty feeling he felt during formations when he would look to his side and find a gaping hole where his Claire Bear used to stand.

No, he thought, she hadn't always been by his side. But she was now, and he realized with startling clarity that he would do anything in his power to keep her there. In his nightmare earlier, he was about to attack the Gravemind with nothing but an energy sword as it dangled Claire above the abyss; jolting awake when he was too late. John stopped his tracing motion to wrap his arm around her back and pull her closer to his chest, holding her tight he buried his face in her neck. He would never lose her again.

----------------------------------------------------------

@authortobenamedlater @helix-studios117 @ageless-aislynn @pelgraine @makowrites @jellotherelol @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask

[dirty-bosmer]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @thequeenofthewinter. You are a such a gem srsly 💎 I've been so busy these days that it feels I only getting writing done when I'm tagged and (not) pressured to. But it works! These are very motivating 🥰

Tagging: @atypicalacademic @snowberry-crostata @kookaburra1701 @sylvienerevarine @gilgamish @dumpsterhipster @expended-sleeper @thana-topsy @skyrim-forever @nuwanders @zomboidatomic @nine-blessed-hero and whoever else feels so inclined to share :)

From The Illusionist Part II Chapter 78 — Penance (lol it's almost over I swear):

Nim didn’t know how long she waited at the shrine after all her disciples had disappeared. The gate remained open in a scream, a yawn, a sigh, the warm breath of the Isles brushing at her back. She waited there as the winter thawed. She waited as the spring ripened. All around the shrine, the air grew rich with the smell of peat, more sour than the Blackwoods’ musk, and as tendrils of her realm sprawled out from the luminous haze of the portal's maw, she waited for it to swallow her whole. 

But it didn’t, couldn’t, not even when she threw herself into its arms. There was something still tethering her to Nirn, and she knew only when she severed it could she set herself free. Already so much of the memories she clung to were fading. The faces, voices, the touch of another’s skin on her own, and surely one day soon this land would retract its spurs. She’d shake its grip, so she sat there as the seasons bled together in one miry stretch of timelessness, waiting on nothing and no one but the ghosts of her old life to disappear.

Nim drank water from the river and ate the alien fruits her own vines gave her, and she spent a few days thinking of Raminus while willing herself not to think of Raminus, because ever since Elianna and the others had passed through, she’d become less of a person, less of a god. More of a mouth. The teeth inside gnawed inexorably, and though she gorged herself on alocasia, she couldn’t stave off this hunger forever. The longer she remained in this world, the thinner her will became, and soon its gnashing would be so far beyond control. What would happen then? Who would she consume? Was she meant to feed it or temper it? Was that why she was still here, to become so empty of herself, so desperate she’d chew off her last limb to leave? What if she didn’t want to, and suddenly Nim dreaded the shape of her absence, forgetting who she once was, what she’d done, all the lives she could have led.

And then... and then he was there. Nirn hadn’t fallen away from her, and the winter was still winter. She could see it on his chapped lips and the pallor of his sunless skin. He smelled briny, of the shallows, his eyes sunken and crusted in salt. 

Lucien had appeared before her after a moment or perhaps many. Nim hadn’t been counting. They didn’t move the same way for her anyway, why bother. He approached from the forest edge trepidly, the fear in his eyes still unfamiliar, and he looked as if he’d traveled a week straight without sleep— edgeless, tumbled and smoothed, something vomited out from the darkest pit of the wilderness.  Nim straightened against her tree trunk, didn’t move.

Lucien's hand hovered beside his sheathed knife. He didn't grip it. “Again?” Nim said, a brow raised.

“Again.” 

“Come back with more weapons this time?”

He shook his head. “Only me, my hands.”

“Is that what you see yourself as, a weapon?”

“It's what I am. What I always have been. My Mother made me sharp. Sithis has—”

“Sithis has done nothing for you. It was me. Don’t you see it? It was me this whole damn time.”

[my-silly-rabbit]

1, 10, 11, + 16 for the self insert asks! for bonbon!!!

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.? name: Bonbon Benson

age: around mid 25+ to mid 30's. it depends on the timeline. birthday: 1/12. same as mine! i give all my s/i my bday~

height: mmmmmmmm idk. 5'4 . my height ig lol

likes: FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZARIA! and mainly Springbonnie ~!, pizza, dancing, pop music, video games, and robotics. dislikes: spicy food, uncomfy fabrics, silence but also sudden loud noises, kids that aren't Williams.

fun facts: she ALWAYS wears bunny ears that she made herself.

uummmmmmmmm idk lmao 10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship? oooo i have a lot to this one

henry: depending on the universe, sees Bonbon as a casual friend. he's happy that William found love again and finds her a joy, though can get on his nerves. post..... everything, he sees her as an obstacle to drag around his mission to find William. they both have opposing views and Bonbon has stopped hiding her involvement but she says if he rats her out, she won't hold bad. henry values his plans to die more than just feeling the minor satisfaction of seeing her behind bars plus shes part of all this too. she deserves to be set aflame like the rest of this mess. even if when they find springtrap, they tackle and bite each other and break their hips. they are glued together till shit is settled. bonbon WANTS to die with william. That is her main mission if henry plans to kill him. she would LIKE to take him home but..... she's old and tired of being alone. if complying a bit means seeing him again, she'd...try. but it's not easy. (tbh them actually bonding in a fucked up way might actually be cute but the outcome is the same.) michael" oooh boy. he did NOT like her at first. too clean and cutesy. anyone who likes his dad SUCKS (besides uncle henry). but as she starts babystting, he realizes that she has a bit of a 'cool babysitter' edge. not telling his parents about minor shit and talking with him instead of shouting or ignoring. she knows that the aftons arent the best parents and is blunt with michael about it. Michael is confused why someone like her still cares about people who arent good parents and he never truly got an answer for that.

post....everything, Michael starts to see her as a second mother but bonbon admittedly doesn't try to keep in touch. michael looks too much like him...but she still tries to have him over from time to time he helps her to make sure her house isn't a total mess.

by the time Michael goes missing, she's already hunting William down with henry, and both beet with Michael again at the same time. he gets the biggest hug but Michael, who was most likely told by Henry her crimes, pushes her away and yells at her that she never truly cared and was just around for his father. that she never truly wanted him around and just used him for labor. Despite Bonbon crying after being yelled at.....he's not wrong. bonbon sucks guys can u tell lmao.

Elisabeth: oh boy. bonbon tried EVERYTHING to get this girl to like her. everything under the sun. gifts, praise, ignoring her, giving her space, being in her face, bribes, secrets, but NOTHING would keep this lil lady from stopping her "BONBON IS THE WORST BABYSITTER WE EVER HAD!!" tantrums. even when Michael and even try to tell her to quit it and she is not that bad and lets them off the hook for a LOT, she never quits. maybe its "IM DADDY'S PRINCESS" attitude or just having another girl(?) in the house but she just can't stand bonbon. bonbon loves her dearly! She is William's favorite! how can she not!! she tries SO HARD to get her to like her but NOTHING WORKS.

Even: he's glad to finally have a shoulder to cry on. though Bonbon admittedly has little empathy about his fear of the animatronic. she cant see it and tries to get him to like them to no avail. but she gives up after a while and doesn't torment him with them.

Clara / mrs. Afton: in universes where they are a polycule. Clara adores bonbon. bonbon was very nervous about even the idea of suggesting something together but god., they already were something. she gives her face kisses way too casually, and hugs her every time she sees bonbon. clara thinks bonbon is the best person to include in their family and bonbon adores her right back. she always worries that hes not 'good enough' for such a pretty woman but shes perfect in Clara's eyes. tbh they might be more in love then bonbon and Afton are but there love for each other is just as strong for him together.

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear? mmmm take this art and some photoes from my pintrest

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

UUMM OH! The reason she sews buttons on her clothes is to fidget with them. they are her main fidget and she loves the smooth texture and shapes.

[boy-armageddon]

man could i get like. a crash course on your oc's. i don't know anything about any of them godbless

EEEE YAY OF COURSE!!!! (Insane ramblings about my world and 4 of my characters (technically like 6-7 though I mention some briefly) under the cut)

Okay so quick tldr thing for their world because there’s A Lot: set in a sort of fucked up future Detroit with a lot of pollution with this Alien God Blood/Fuel Substance (aka anti-essence) with a lot of. Basically killing machines of animals created from ingesting it (Reapers) who have changed a lot of how humans live and also the population in general is way down, so most of them live in cities now. Very compact and very low quality of life. The aforementioned Reapers are entities, which are beings created by old gods (aforementioned alien god things. Too much lore to get into but what you need to know is that they do exist and they do cause trouble for people and can possess people sort of. Not Reapers though they’re a weird exception). This is all I should say because Oh My God I run my mouth LOL

Enter my main protagonist freak, Jeong Chin-hae. Investigates entities freelance because of his strong moral convictions with helping people always no matter what it may cost himself or sometimes other people and all, and also partly because he is semi-possessed by an entity! Got nearly beat to death and a Shade (another kind of entity, friendlier than the others and distinctly nautically themed) tried to possess what it thought was his corpse but woopsies! He was still alive so they’re just stuck together LOL. Also other things of note about him: anger issues, autistic (specifically has a lot of sensory issues around being touched and has a special interest in hardcore punk and some of its subgenres. Like me yeah I know LOL), recently moved to futuristic Detroit and is sleeping on his friend’s couch. His friend is Dave btw she’s so cool but not too relevant rn, just know she’s Jeong’s ex (no tension or anything it was just kind of a funny thing and they just realized “oh yeah we’re just friends” and broke it off then) and only friend at this point and also a polyamorous weed dealer to the neighbors (not dating them though, just the weed dealer to them of course)

Speaking of the neighbors!!!!!!!! Cassy (Castillo) Navarro Villanueva :3 one of his mothers is an old god that feeds upon the fear of the afterlife/death and the one who made shades. Cassy specifically feeds more on sleep and has dream related powers, ironic considering he’s an insomniac LOL. Lives next door to Dave and yknow. Buys weed from him. Would have been a film major if he could’ve afforded it and still like constantly watches and talks about films (likes weird artsy bullshit and some stereotypical film bro movies. Wears a fight club shirt a lot but in entity affairs world it’s called Altercation Association). However! He is currently. Um. An organ harvester 😭 long story about that but that whole underbelly of the medical industry was basically his only option as, due to being half old god, he looks. freaky in a few ways (notably the multiple eyes and the hand mouths and other stuff). Very predatory industry stuff blah blah blah so that’s why he’s there. He’s also a cannibal AND in a weird gay relationship with Jeong they are So bad for each other ❤️

Other neighbor who mooches off of Cassy, Homhe! Pronounced like Hawm-hey does that make sense. Too much lore to get into but they’re like 17 year old albino amalgamation dipshit being manipulated by this one old god into doing so many horrible actions. A huge asshole on purpose yet is weirdly protective of Cassy (like the only person who hasn’t gotten fed up with them yet which is why). Technically some sort of entity but moreso a vessel, long story. Because of this, they can sort of leech off of other entity’s power stuff. Like a sponge! Hates Jeong so bad too. It’s a jealousy thing but not romantic jealousy OBVS LOL

Finally, out of my main character. My fave oc ever in the universe… Cecilia Moore!!! Yes Cecilia like Cecilia and the Silhouette Saloon. Constantly wears businessy clothes and has a flat affect and died once. She’s okay now though Cassy’s old god mother, Reorzæk, revived her because she just took a special time interest in her. Of course this is in exchange for being basically her “follower,” or a person (isn’t always a person specifically just any sentient life form) who just does the old god’s bidding, and is specifically assigned to the. Organ harvesting stuff, for the purposes of making more vessels (long story related to Homhe). Cassy’s boss basically. She’s very tired constantly and super overworked but she actually does have a similar music taste to Jeong (if liking more prog stuff than him), so when she has the time she either listens to music or reads (usually random super wordy books for fun.) Jayson’s older sister (not talking about my token cis guy rn because he’s not a main character, but if you want to you can ask more about him), transgender lesbian, generally the goat. To me

There’s more I can talk about obvs because look at how much I’m talking but alas. It would be a millenia to talk about it ALL in one post. Sorry for rambling 😭

[buckybeardreams]

“Don’t worry about it, Buckley, you don’t have to get it. That’s why you have me to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong.”

Buck felt embarrassed but also a great amount of relief that Eddie was willing to be so patient with him, to explain things to him when he was too dumb to get it for himself.

Ooo you have set this up perfectly for Eddie to mold Buck into his perfect submissive little boy. Like the more comfortable Buck gets the smaller and “dumber” he gets and just gives more and more control up to Eddie because obviously Eddie knows best for him. He’s daddy after all. The latest chapter was amazing and I can only imagine their play time becoming more and more now with Eddie rightfully guiding and molding his baby boy as he sees fit. I was curious after that other post when you said you new exactly how you wanted Eddie to introduce diapers into the mix and I admit i was curious to see how you’d manage to get buck to agree to it but this right here answered my question. Perfect set up for Daddy does know best and Bucks learning and accepting that. (Though Bobby seems to be doing a little 👀 so I’m curious how Eddie gets him to back off them)

I am curious though because I think it was back in chapter 1 or 2 when Eddie was musing to himself about also turning Buck into his perfect little submissive house wife on top of being his good little boy. Even thought about buying him the frilly apron. Are we going to see more of that aspect too? I can only imagine the blush on Bucks face as Eddie coos and treats him like such a good little wife. Dinners on the table. Greeting kisses when Eddie gets home. The delighted joy Eddie would probably get from seeing buck all embarrassed and shy and confused but just going along with it because again it’s Eddie. Not to mention I can picture your amazing version of dark Eddie wanting that control over adult Buck just like the other aspects of Buck. Either way keep up the great work and can’t wait to see what happens next!

Right?? Isn't that perfect! The dumbification of Buck is definitely well on its way now and it's definitely laying the groundwork for Eddie to be able to get Buck to do whatever he wants and, um, also totally thought I responded to this but apparently, I keep starting to respond to things, and then they end up in my drafts and I forget about them lol

As for Buck becoming Eddie's sub, I think it's only natural that Buck would fill the roles of mother and wife for the Diaz boys, so it's likely we will see him playing that perfect housewife role for Eddie

I'm like obsessed with the idea of Buck feeling like flustered about it but not questioning it, letting Eddie treat him like his trophy wife and show him off. He cooks and cleans like the perfect housewife, and if it were up to Eddie, he would probably make Buck a stay-at-home mom lol

But seriously, Eddie would one hundred percent want to control every part of Buck's life! He definitely will not be satisfied just having control over their play and will push for control over everything. He wants to be the one making the decisions, he wants Buck to have a thought and turn to Eddie to find out if it's true or not, right or not, allowed or not. Like what Eddie wants is very extreme and he's definitely not gonna get everything he wants cuz Buck would never give up being a firerfighter, not even for Eddie, but he's gonna get something real close

Also Buck loves to be praised and loves to please Eddie, but he hates disappointing him because it triggers his fear that if he's not good enough Eddie will leave him. So I think all it would take is like one off hand comment from Eddie about the house being a mess or Buck being lazy for Buck to feel the need to prove himself by cleaning house or something lol

Honestly, i think Buck feeling a need to prove himself to Eddie will be a reoccurring theme, cuz i feel like Buck would feel the need to constantly prove he's good, to prove that he can take anything Eddie gives, that he won't ever back down. Like if Eddie wanted to torture his nipples until he was sobbing through an orgasm or something that Buck wouldn't really enjoy but he'd totally let Eddie do to him anyway, it would almost be a challenge, something Buck would probably view as something to overcome and endure just to please his daddy

So yeah, I imagine we will see some sub Buck! I also definitely want Eddie to get Buck a frilly apron at some point!

[nickfoo]

Part 1 of a 2 part character thoughts dump I’ve been letting my brain run with while I wait for the train this past week. Separated for two different characters from two different anime/manga. Still both on my favorites shelf. This one is for Bege and Chiffon. Shortened for your dash convenience. 

First, Bege and Chiffon. These two I adore them, they are so gosh darn good. And they're canon! Oda says hes no good at romance and then there's these two! If you know what I am by now, I love pairings where the couples are opposites to the point they look like people who you'd never even think would get together when you stand them next to each other. Bege is a gruff, middle-aged, stone-cold, calculating mafia boss. Sanji described him as such almost word for word when he and Luffy went to meet him in the Whole Cake Arc. He doesn't have any fronts - what you see is what you get. He dresses to the nines, shines his shoes and enjoys finer classy material things. But he's got the look of a street thug smoking his cigar with his dead-eyes and constant scowl. In the Japanese anime of One Piece, if you listen to the way he talks, he speaks in the Kansai-dialect which is known for the 'Yazkua dialect.' Makes sense as he’s a mafia boss. As a friend who's studied the language far more than I has told me, its a basic: 'tough-guy accent.' It’s rough sounding, he rolls his 'R's and while he speaks well, he uses the rude slang terms almost all the time. Then you have Chiffon. A daughter to an empress, shes royalty. She inherited her mother's pink hair and size- she's big at 7ft tall! She dresses modestly, bows in her hair and attire. She is patient and kind-hearted but we see shes made of steel. She has to be! Shes big mom's daughter! Living in Big Mom's family is a survival test when Big Mom herself is a force of destruction prone to mood swings that can involve her taking the life of her own kids. Bege's crew fears and respects Chiffon and she has as much authority in his crew as Bege himself. ( Possibly more lol )

So that these two would get set up in an arranged marriage and then genuinely fall in love with each other?? And its so vital the effect Chiffon has had on someone like Bege. Before that 2 yr skip, Bege was shown to be a man who cared only for himself and his own violent amusement. He maimed his own crew members for questioning him and they were little more than pawns on his chess board to do with as he saw fit. Later, Jinbei tells us how much of a bag guy Bege really was. As a young man he cut the heads off animals for his own amusement to watch their bodies squirm and die. When he got older and started really working for the mob, he had the same idea to do it to rival bosses. So Bege worked his way up to being a boss himself, gained trust of other families and previous bosses he worked for and then for no other reason than 'it was fun to watch', he went after these other families. He killed the boss and only the boss. He never took their territory or titles, only money and goods and left. Then he'd sit back and watch these other mafia families eat each other from the inside out in power struggles to replace their boss. Bege made his empire and name out of betrayal and blood. He went out to sea because he was bored of his dominance in the underworld of the West Blue. So that a man like that would be humanized by a woman like Chiffon after 2 years?? After that 2 year skip when we meet Bege again, he's changed. He's a father and husband now. He now cares for and greatly values his crew, to the point he declared he'd refuse to stand by and do nothing rather than let his 'precious subordinates' die. He was able to level with the StrawHats ( even if it was at his wife's request ) and didn't stab them in the back ( his forte ) even when it would have improved his own crew's chances of survival in the thick of things. Chiffon managed to teach this sociopath basic empathy. Bege tries to do better for his wife! There's points where he shadows his previous nature like when he has a dark chuckle about killing Luffy right there instead while he's got him pinned rather than letting Luffy become a problem later, or when out of malicious intent, he mauls over dragging the Strawhats to their deaths down with him when his plan fails. But he doesn't! Don't get me wrong, even after the 2 year skip, Bege is far from a saint. He still kills for fun and revels in blood and violence. He was clearly having a good time being a sadist as he torments Sanji, Nami, Brook, Chopper and Ceasar in his castle. He’s still a bad guy. But as good mafia credo instates - he takes care of his own. He clearly cares for his crew now and adores his wife and child. There's also the way he and Chiffon have rubbed off on each other. Chiffon speaks with the fairly standard polite dialect, using 'watashi' to refer to herself. But when I showed a scene to my friend who, as I mentioned before, studies Japanese, the first thing he pointed out was: "I really like how she calls him 'Anta.' In Japanese, a wife will usually call their husband 'Anata.' 'Anta' is the much more impolite and personal way of doing so. This not only shows how close they are, but Chiffon possibly trying to imitate Bege's rough-gangster way of talking. And I want to absolutely fucking yell about how Oda hid this all in plain sight with Bege's devil fruit!! He's a castle-man! He is the walls of the fortress - what good is an empty castle when it has no one to defend? Bege was always meant to be a protector.

I relate them both to Vimes and Sybil from Discworld sometimes. Yes, I'm currently reading the Night Watch series of Discworld, so I can pick out the comparisons in my mind easily. A gruff, short, older man who smokes cigars, adores his wife and would do anything for her, a total wife guy, and is trying to do better by his wife by containing his violent urges? A large woman who is from royalty, kind hearted and noble, adores her husband, but tough as nails and clearly wears the pants in the relationship? I mean...c'maaan. It's there. (Granted Vimes being a copper is very different from Bege's piracy, but they were both in a gang at one time and grew up on the streets. )

[jerzwriter]

Hi, Elsa! Could you please answer: 🍲🍥 and🍡? I wish you a great week! 🌹

Hello Dear Dani! (From This List)

I've answered this one:

🍲 When did you start writing and why? and this one 🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write? Here.

But... I did leave out WTD on the second question. Since it was an OH fandom friend asking, my head was just there. But in WTD land, A Mother's Journal has been excruciating at times. As we've discussed, being mothers ourselves and having traversed some minefields in recent years, a lot of the material hits close to home. Being a parent doesn't come with an instruction book for the best of times, never mind the worst. Then we find when we're struggling the most ourselves, but still want to protect our children and give them the best we can in every possible way... oofh... those are emotions that we just never prepare for. Writing this series, I could feel Florence's pain. Sometimes being a parent means having to make a decision when both decisions suck, and it means facing your darkest fears and still having to smile for the sake of your child. For all these reasons, this series will always be close to my heart, even though it's wrecked it at times. lol

Coming Up Blank was also very challenging to write at times. It was just the unfairness of it all. Now, granted, we are not battling zombies in real life (just people with the brain capacity of zombies, which isn't fun either 😊) but there was a lot to relate to and empathize with here. Coming of age stories always get me, but showing these children coming of age in such a tragic time was really difficult to do at times.

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

This is SUCH a hard question, because these stories are our babies, and we love them for different reasons. I have a very long list of personal favorites on my masterlist - it's long - and it's probably not up to date. Sometimes I no longer consider a work a favorite, but it could be back again one day - it's all subjective.

But off the top of my head I'd have to say Delaying the Inevitable. It was a huge endeavor and really a labor of love. I adore the story because it's not a simple love triangle, it's about love in all forms. It's about the ghosts from the past that haunt us and hold us prisoner until we set ourselves free, and its about forgiveness, redemption, and finding happiness again. Nothing else I've written compares to it, so it's really in a class of it's own.

But there are others that are very special to me and I consider them favorites as well. Some more dramatic fare would be Forever (OH, Ethan/MC), ...and I needed you to know (OH, Tobias Carrick), and Things Unsaid (Tobias/Casey). All are about the downside of love, which is pain. I was listening to a podcast with the TLOU creators and he had a line I'll never forget. Once you chose to love in any way, it ensures 100% that you will experience heart wrenching pain. It's true, their is no escaping it, and even in the pain, there is beauty, and I love exploring that. (Which is why A Mother's Journal above is on this list too.)

But there are lighter/happier things that are amongst my favorites too. Rather than ramble longer, I'll put my Personal Favorites list here, but a quick glance and, yeah, I need to update it! lol

Thanks so much for the asks, Dani! And have a lovely week as well!

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

My birth mother used to run "Tales from the Crypt" of HBO enough when I was a toddler enough that I distinctively remember being absolutely terrified of the Cryptkeeper because I didn't under what a fourth-wall was and thought he could see me through the TV somehow, and this was before I learned how to work the TV dials and what channels were Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon and Disney Channel. When Fox Family ((now known as FreeForm)) got syndication rights to TFTC in '96 or '97, they'd run the entire intro as a commercial in midday and my mother thought it was pretty funny that I'd literally bury my head in the couch cushions to not see it. I think she didn't care what Darkwing had in its content matter, because she was the one running tapes (including homemade ones) enough that my first word was an attempt to say "Darkwing", lol. 👀

I think the issue these days is that our generation has sort of decided to not let the younger generation go through the same potentially traumatic events we did, which also boils down to "This freaking episode scared me for weeks." and "My cousin lost an eye playing with a Sky Dancer toy, so my kid isn't going to play with these kinds of toys." or "Holy geeze, these things have questionable chemicals and I used to chew on them, my kids are getting safe all organic toys."

Which is a good idea in theory, and I'm all for making things better for the next generation, but like... Toys in particular have become sanitized and boring unless it's some kind of app connected game experience or electronic. You barely see little tank toys with plastic missiles now, or dinosaurs with battle action that pops off pieces to expose the inner muscles as scars, or dolls that eat and then poop thier diapers, or toys that let us record our voices to warp the audio and we abuse that power between our friends by saying the most hilarious stuff we don't want our parents to say... Heck, my Mom, who is actually my biological grandma, and she grew up in the 50s and 60s, has told me about how her siblings and her would have things like actual power tools toys sized for small hands that cut real wood or little working clothes irons for pretending and learning how to handle them safely with thier parents around, or that her kids from the 70s and 80s had things like toy making sets that melted molten metal to be poured on a plate to make figurines to keep... That's pretty hardcore, and I'm sure those generations have people who have literally lost an eye playing with things wrong. 👀

Like, yeah, definitely don't give this stuff to a baby, but yes, the newer generations are different than us and while I can appreciate that more care is being put into taking care of special needs than it was when I was that age, I still think it's a little disappointing that today's kids won't know the fear and mystery of your friend's cousin's bestie's uncle's sister's kid who apparently had thier hand eaten by an Easy Bake Oven because they didn't read the directions or whatever story the adults told us to be safe.

Oh my God, I just got a great new headcanon, on that subject of QuackerJack's wild youth: How about after he gets it together for a while, and has been having enough success as a toy maker, since he's probably getting well off with funds at that point, that QuackerJack is the guy behind the Duck-verse version of those 80s and early 90s PSAs for kids about Saying No, Stranger Danger and all that??

Like, imagine pre-cracked QuackerJack, hosting a few of those commercials, and the remnants of those are still on some VHS tapes as pack-in commercials, and the Fearsome come across those.

"Oh hey, is that you??"

"Yeah, this is an old thing I did in the 80s for the kids, y'know. Gosh, look at my feathers, I look like I didn't let the 70s die with disco. Oof."

"I think it looks cute."

"... Whu-what??"

"Nothing!"

I've heard rumors this scene was edited for syndication for later airings, but I just looked at my old files for the Toon Disney 2001-2004 run ((indicated by the style of channel in the corner)), as seen in comparison here, and this remains intact there at least, so I dunno when it was supposedly pulled, but I do know that Toon Disney did edit episodes before, so I guess it depends in the climate at the time.

I know I usually just focus of QuackerJack content most of the time, but can we take a moment to acknowledge how freaking dark this sequence was?

One of many reasons this show wouldn't fly well in today's climate I think.

Like, holy cow, that's crazy that this exists

[sxhnsuchtt]

Bespolezno (Useless) - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

GIF not mine - credits to the creator

Hi! This is my first ever published fanfic, hope you like it~ English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Also, I guess studying Russian has its perks lol.

⚠️ MoM spoilers ahead, kinda

Word count: 1,610

Warnings: dark!dom!Wanda, sub!fem!reader, kidnapping, physical restraints, dub/non-con, degradation, mommy kink, slapping, scratching, choking, biting, nipple play, cunnilingus (R receiving), fingering, pussy spanking, orgasm denial. Minors DNI

(edited some typos)

detka - baby

suka - bitch

ty takaja milaja, kogda drožiš' ot straha - you're so cute when you tremble with fear

kiska - pussy

molodec - good girl

golubuška - little dove

končaj dlja mamočki - cum for mommy

----------------------------------------------------------

"Wake up. Now."

A piercing, imperative, yet familiar voice fills every inch of your brain and causes you to suddenly wake up with a loud gasp, as if you were holding your breath during a state of deep slumber. Confused and disoriented, you immediately try to get up but find yourself with little to no clothes on, lying down on a cold stone platform and tied by your hands and ankles with red ribbons of... magic.

"Finally. It's been a while, detka. You've been snoozing on and off forever, I was almost starting to get bored, but you're so cute when you sleep, too."

You turn your head around in an attempt to locate the source of the voice speaking to you. Levitating in the air, Wanda has her back facing you, her gown swinging around with the force of the wind, occasionally uncovering her bare legs underneath.

"Yeah, I know, I'll be there in a second" - she says, in a condescending tone - "I'm just finishing off some... What you call it? Sorcery."

"Wha... What do you want from me? Why am I even here? Please, let me go!"

You try to tug at your wrists in an attempt to set yourself free, but Wanda's magic tightens around you even more, leaving little to no space for any movement at all.

"Don't make me regret waking you up. I thought we could have a little chitchat together, hm?"

As the gloomy light of her spells dissipates from around her, the witch finally sets on the ground, the echo of her heeled boots spreading all over the room as she's walking towards you.

"So" - she now stands before you, with a satisfied, eerie smile - "what do we have here? Such a beautiful girl."

You try once again to free yourself, with no chance of success, rage filling up your chest.

"Let me go, ple--"

Your body completely stiffens as Wanda slaps you unexpectedly, leaving one of your cheeks red and pulsating with pain.

"Thank mommy when she compliments you. And look at me when I'm talking to you, suka."

Wanda grabs you by your chin and turns your head in her direction, forcing you to focus on her terrifying, yet lascivious green eyes.

"I want you to behave, you know. What kind of mother would I be, if I let my baby be naughty? Come on now, detka, don't cry."

Completely frozen in fear, tears start running down your cheeks, making the mark left by Wanda's slap sting with sharp pain.

"Such a poor thing, so scared of mommy, huh? Don't be."

She lets go of your chin with a tug and starts tracing your tears using her blackened index finger, leaving light scratches on your skin with the sharpness of her nail and making you shiver under her touch.

"Be nice and still, I'll make the pain go away. But you'll have to let mommy take care of you."

Petrified, you watch Wanda as she starts crawling towards you, her dress together with her long, red hair tickling your skin as she moves. She marks herself down on your lap, making your loins involuntarily twist, and hunches over you, gravity pulling part of her breasts out of the corset she's wearing. With a strangely comforting smile, she collects your hair away from your face, holding it into a ponytail as she leans even closer to you and licks up the pool of tears that had formed in the crevice of your neck, causing you to shiver again, in total disbelief.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" - Wanda cooes as her smile spreads even more on her red, plump lips - "And tastes good, too. I can savour your fear."

Panting, you try to move her to pity once more. "P-please, I don't know what you want from me, I..."

Her black, long fingers suddenly wrap around your neck, her face distorted with anger as she presses down on it, making your eyes fill up with more tears. To your complete horror, she lets a chilling laugh out of her chest, causing your blood to freeze in your veins and your whole body to tremble.

"Ty takaja milaja, kogda drožiš' ot straha" she cooes with a strong Sokovian accent, entertained with the fear in your eyes, as you are still under her strong grip and have no clue of what she's saying. "Now, this is so fun, but I'm starting to lose my patience."

The witch finally lets go of your neck, leaving you gasping for air, and starts untying her corset, revealing her bare chest.

"You like what you see? This is your last chance to behave, make mommy feel good or else I'll slice that pretty throat of yours."

She leans once again over you and pulls your hair abruptly, guiding you towards her naked breasts. You have no choice but to finally give in and obey Wanda, therefore latching onto one of her nipples. You feel her back arch with pleasure as she lets out a heavy, excited moan from her mouth, her nipple getting stiffer into your mouth. Hardly admitting to yourself that you could enjoy this, you too finally let out a relieving moan, causing Wanda to shiver with the vibrations of your voice. As your tongue is shifting from one nipple to another and twirling around each of them, Wanda slowly slithers her free hand down your chest, then your stomach, eventually reaching your pussy. She lets out a surprised, satisfied moan, and smiles at you as she notices how soaked you are.

"Look at you, sweetheart, your kiska so good and wet for mommy. Sucking on my tits gets you so horny, doesn't it? Say it, be a good girl."

Completely surrendered to her, you let her nipple free with a pop, and nod your head off in approval. "Yes, Wanda."

"Mh-mh" - she scoffs in disagreement - "Who's Wanda? There's no Wanda here. Just mommy."

She reaches for your lips, collapsing into a sloppy, ravening kiss. As your pussy starts throbbing even more, an excruciating pain fills your body again. Your bottom lip, bitten with incredible force by Wanda, starts bleeding suddenly into your mouth, spreading the metallic taste of blood all around your tongue.

Confused, you look up to the witch as she's wiping your blood off her lips with one hand, then licking it with the tip of her tongue and indulging into yet another sinister smile.

"Do as I say, and I won't hurt you again. What do you call me?"

"Mommy."

"Molodec."

After finally getting what she wanted, with a quick movement of her hips and legs Wanda gets off you, leaving you tied still with her magic and aching with desire.

"Since you've been so good" - she says while walking around, pinching your clit between her nails and causing you to squeak - "I think you deserve some proper treatment."

With a twist of her hand, what remains of your clothes is removed by a swift movement of magic.

"Fuck. You're dripping wet" - she cooes, entirely enticed by the sight before her - "Let mommy fix what a desperate mess you are."

Without any warning, Wanda's hot, slithery tongue worms her way in between your lips, making you moan with pleasure. As she swirls it around your clit, with you squirming under her action, she slides one, then two fingers into you, pumping in and out of your pussy with sloshing sounds.

"What a dirty little slut you are, golubuška, your pussy is so damn tight" - Wanda murmurs softly - "you're making me so wet as well."

Curving her two fingers, she starts hitting your spot steadily, almost violently, as her face lights up with a smile, pleased to see you moan and squirm under her power, knowing that you are getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"You're gonna speak up if you want to cum, baby girl - there's no way I'm leaving you do that without asking mommy for permission first."

She looks at you, thrusting her fingers incessantly and rubbing your clit with her thumb, as you try to babble out your request, unable to do so because of her fucking you dumb.

"Mommy, mommy... Please..."

"Yeah, baby?"

"I-... I, uh..."

"Can't hear you."

Wanda abruptly pulls her fingers away, emptying your throbbing pussy on the edge of orgasm. As you're left aching and desperate, moaning pleadingly, the witch indulges in a devilish smile, pleased by the fact she has prevented you from finally climaxing. She hits your cunt with a strong slap, causing you to scream in pain.

"Now, try again."

She quickly thrusts her finger in your pussy again, filling up your hole completely, and messes with your clit through her magic, making the red mist twirl and tingle around it.

It doesn't take much until you start feeling close again, even more desperate to cum than a few instants before.

"Mommy, please, I want... I want to cum, please" you finally let out of your mouth to Wanda's approval.

"Good girl, here, you deserve it. Končaj dlja mamočki."

You finally release the knot inside your belly, moaning loudly as you drip around Wanda's fingers. The witch releases your pussy, bringing her fingers to your mouth and commanding you to suck.

"Yeah, like that" she says, while finally freeing you from her magic.

Still dizzy from your orgasm, you massage your wrists, reddened from the restraints. Wanda gets closer to you, cups your face and plants a sweet, nurturing kiss onto your forehead, whilst taking you into her arms.

"You've done good. Made mommy's pussy throb with your moans" - she says, caressing your hair - "You're gonna take care of that later."

[robinbuckleyluvr]

OMG YES HI!! this is more of a blurb/drabble idea cause it's not that long but like - roomate!au with robin where there's a spider in your room and she removes it cause you're afraid or grossed out or something but then you're like "yes the spider might be out but i sure as hell ain't sleeping in this room tonight" and you end up sleeping in robin's room? idk i just think it's the perfect alternative version of "there's only one bed!" and i'm totally here for it

but if this doesn't inspire you or you just don't want to write it, that's okay! thank you for hearing me out <33

thank u sm for this HAHA i loved this idea tbh - you have no idea how much u helped me, my writers block went poof!

-

⊹˚˖⁺ moonlight - robin buckley!

masterlist | requests

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader - College!au

Summary: basically what the request says!

Warnings: spiders?? cheesy shit at the end??

Notes: thank u sm again for the idea LOL. love how u said it was a drabble but i made it long af LOL... also i swear the title will make sense at the end.

Word Count: 1.2k (its ok after i saw how much i wrote i cried too)

-

After a long day of classes, Robin Buckley sat alone in her college bedroom - reading one of her favorite books - Frankenstein. She could hear people in the dorm room above her having a party, which was not pleasant for her at all, but she chose to ignore the footsteps and the music.

Suddenly, someone frantically knocked on her door, startling her and causing her to drop her book -- pulling her out of her thoughts.

Robin sighed and picked up her book, quickly setting it down on her desk before rushing to open her door.

"Oh, Hi Y/N!" Robin greeted her friend happily as she opened her door, "What's up?"

"You need to come to my dorm right now!" Her friend exclaimed, "There's this huge spider in my wall, it's like right above my bed, I felt it staring at me while I was there, I swear!"

"Come on Y/N, spiders aren't that scary," Robin said calmly.

"Yes, they are! How can you be so calm about this?" Y/N said agitatedly as she took Robin's hand and practically dragged her out of her dorm, "You know, by the time we get to my dorm, that spider could've hid under my pillow already."

"Okay, okay! I'm just saying spiders aren't that bad."

"Are you okay, Robin?"

Y/N quickly led Robin to her room, not sparing a single second in fear the spider could 'run away'. As soon as they got to Y/N's room, she opened up the door slowly, letting Robin go inside first.

"Where did you say the spider was?" Robin asked as she looked around.

"Above my bed," Y/N replied

"Oh, my God!" Robin exclaimed.

"What happened?"

"I didn't know you liked Madonna," Robin teased as she picked up one of Y/N's cassettes.

"Robin! The spider!" Y/N said desperately, still standing outside of the door.

"Yeah, yeah," Robin sighed and put the tape down, "Maybe the spider's here because she also likes Madonna."

"Oh, totally," Y/N chuckled.

"I don't see it," Robin said calmly, "Are you completely sure it was a spider? Maybe it was just a hole in the wall--"

"Yes, Robin, I am pretty sure I know a spider when I see it," Her friend cut her off quickly as she entered the room and looked around for the spider, "It's here somewhere, I can feel its presence,"

"I don't think that's possible besides -- wait, I think I see it,"

"Holy shit, where?" Y/N said desperately as she hid behind Robin and looked around her room again.

"First off, I don't think hiding behind me is going to do anything," Robin laughed, "And secondly, it's right over there, above your desk."

"Oh, my God, Robin, stop laughing and kill the spider! Do something!"

"It hasn't done anything to you why would I kill it, I think I'll just take it outside."

"It could be a mother and its babies could be running around my room right now, Robin."

"That's unlikely, that would mean the spider have to have been here for about four weeks at least, since spider eggs take about two to three weeks to hatch--"

"Robin I don't need to think about a hundred tiny spiders running around my room right now, or ever!" Y/N sighed, "Please just take it somewhere!"

"Fine, fine," Robin chuckled, "Do you have a cup or something?"

"I don't see what's so funny, Robin! But yes, I have a cup on top of my dresser."

Robin quickly walked over her friend's dresser and picked up the plastic cup that stood there, also taking a piece of paper from the desk.

Y/N slowly walked away from Robin and the spider, watching her friend quickly trap the spider inside the cup and slipping a paper under the cup.

"There we go!" Robin said happily as she took the spider and walked out of the room -- Y/N watching her from a corner of her room with a scared look on her face.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Robin spoke happily as she came back and closed the door of her friend's room behind her, "Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted the cup back so I threw it away on the way back,"

"That's okay, thank you anyway," Y/N said quietly as she smiled at her friend, "You might've just saved my life," She sighed dramatically as she sat on her bed.

"Glad I could help!" Robin smiled back and quickly glanced at her wristwatch, "Well, um, it's getting kinda late so, I should go,"

"You're leaving?" Y/N exclaimed, "The spider might be out - but I am not staying here alone tonight, or staying here at all I think!"

"I'll read you a bedtime story if you'd like," Robin joked as she sat beside her friend.

"Ah yes, could it maybe be Little Red-Riding Hood?" Y/N played along.

"Of course," Robin chuckled.

"I'll sleep on the street if I have to,"

"Come on, it's freezing out there, you'll get sick!" Robin said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to sleep on top of a tree so the spider doesn't find me," Y/N joked.

"Are you seriously not sleeping here tonight?"

"Not if I can avoid it." She spoke firmly.

"In that case, why don't you stay with me? In my room, I mean." Robin said quietly.

"Will we even fit into your bed? I'd rather sleep on top of a tree than make you uncomfortable,"

"Don't worry about that,"

"What if I snore? Or worse - what if you snore?"

"Well, in case something like that happens, I can always sleep on the couch," Robin explained calmly as she offered out her hand to her friend.

"Very well then," Y/N said as she took Robin's hand and got up, "You may lead the way now,"

And so they took off hand-in-hand to Robin's dorm, both happy knowing the spider was out.