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kinsey3furry300 · 3 years ago

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5 ships I hate, why I hate them, how to (kinda) fix them, the better ships you should be doing in that universe, and why you should ignore me and keep writing them if it makes you happy.

Note: this is done for amusement, please don’t be offended; I’m not attacking your ship, I’m just listing some ships I do not always care for, and how I think they could be improved, and maybe made brilliant, by clever writing.

In no particular order, and focusing on ships that often annoy me, with no attempt by me to say anything meaningful or popular about the current state of any particular fandom. I’m also a firm believer in the idea that there’s no such thing as a bad ship, only a badly executed ship, so my objections to these is less a dislike of shipping, or the paring, and more that they raise writing issues that I think are difficult to fix in a satisfying way. That’s why in a lot of the examples below I prefer AU ships to ones that try to messily work it into the cannon. Anyway, enjoy... I guess?

Marco x / anyone (Animorphs)

Why I hate it: Animrophs is an intensely character-driven story, where the tension of each book comes from the conflicts, external and internal, that the five Animrophs (and Ax) face during a long, hard, traumatic war. And while several of the character are paired off romantically, it’s always to emphasise character conflict over their different points of view. Jake and Cassie are a pair because Jake’s struggle with having to make hard, grey, morally ambiguous choices as leader is highlighted by Cassie’s burning need to make the right choice, the lesser evil, the choice that leaves some small shred of humanity and dignity and kindness left in this bleak world. Tobias and Rachel are a pair as their arcs deal with literal and figurative loss of humanity, as the slow accumulation of trauma over time turns these happy(ish), normal kids into psychologically ruined husks of their former selves and destroys them slowly, one fight at a time.

Marco’s arc, isn’t about either of these things: Marco’s arc, is about the bright, clear line between A and B, between problem and solution. Marco is a utilitarian, a pragmatist: his concern isn’t the burden of leadership, or the cost of the decision, but about how to put that all aside and make hard decisions that actually work regardless of cost. It’s not about what to do, the path is obvious: the bright, clear line of ruthless logic, but how to do it. His match, his counterpoint, the other character who’s all about the logic of taking awful decision in a way that actually works for the team, and his foil, his female counterpart in this, is not a romantic partner, but his mother: Visser one, making the exact same hard, difficulty ruthless decisions using logic and maths, but for the other side of this war. A romantic paring gets in the way of this arc because a partner doesn’t help him with that bright, clear line, and worse, any attempt to pair him of with either Rachel or Cassie breaks up not only a cannon paring, but their respective character arc.

How to (kinda) fix this: Marco’s arc is, at the end of the day, a trolly problem. So make sure whoever you ship him with is one of the people tied to the tracks. Introduce a character he crushes on, and then in the second act reveal that they are either a Controller, or in the family of a Controller or the proximity of the target of their next mission in a way that will make them collateral damage ,and let Marco struggle with what happens when that bright, clear logical line from A to B cuts through someone he actually loves; you know, like it did with his mother. See, even trying to fix this ship is weirdly Freudian.

The far better ship you should be doing: Ax x / EVERYONE. Ax in human form is described as a worryingly pretty, worryingly androgynous male of indeterminate race. He is a literally Bishonen alien hedonist with no familiarity with human senses, poor impulse control in human form, and no knowledge or understanding of human courtship rituals, and he can shape-shift, including into other members of the core team if needed to compel a mission, he calls Jake his prince, and he is incredibly close to Tobias, the lonely outcast woobie that the LGBT fans adopted as their poster boy. Come on, the potential for shipping, both with wacky hijinks and sad, tragic star-crossed lovers’ trope is endless. Every line dedicated to Marco shipping is a line of text that could be dedicated to Ax trying to eat a Cinnabon erotically on his first date as a human and hulking out mid way because he forgot just how good they are. What could be better than him leaning into to erotically kiss a team-mate, and then fucking up due to his failure to understand human mouths, making weird mouth sounds, and then licking crumbs of the table in the middle of the mall, in front of the entire school, while his crush awkwardly tried to pretend this is normal? What’s wrong with you Marco-shipper people, do you hate fun?

Riz/Tem (beastars) Why I hate this ship: Okay, just to quickly ask a question, to people who un-ironically like this as a serious ship and not a dark joke, just one little question: What’s wrong with you? I mean,are you okay? Keep taking the meds: the show is VERY clear on that point.

It’s like those people who say Joker X Harley Quinn is their ideal dark, edgy relationship: no it’s not, it’s abusive! Morticia x Gomez is dark and cool but CONSENTUAL and HEALTHY. This… this is a deeply imbalanced person murdering someone and telling themselves after that fact it was special and rare and magical. ITS HOMICIDE! And even if you write that out (and you shouldn’t, because that changes the character arc of every other major character) it’s still got more red flags that a soviet military parade. This is the botulinum of a toxic, one-sided teenage infatuation. Riz’s entire arc is about how he projects his thoughts and feelings about himself onto this idealised, made-up version of his and Tem’s relationship which, from Tem’s point of view, never existed. Riz never loved Tem: he loved the idea of Tem, the idea that someone would see the real him, see his inner pain and accept him anyway, but he never once told Tem this. He didn’t warn him “Hey, because of you I don’t feel I need my meds any more, do you mind if I try not taking them and we can meet and talk about this in a safe, well-lit pace?” He’s not honest with Tem, and on top of that It doesn’t make sense from the point of view of either of the characters for them to be actually, romantically in love (although they were clearly close friends), because it undermines and cheepens Riz desire to just be seen and accepted for his real self, and the cannon Tem X Els ship. It also doesn’t make sense from a story point of view: Riz is a shadow archetype for Legosi. He’s what Legosi would have become if someone hadn’t interrupted his attack on Haru. That’s why Legosi needs to beat Riz with his own hands: because then he’s beating the darker version of himself he’s been carrying with him, and he can finally move on with Haru guilt-free. Having Riz and Tem’s relationship actually be what Riz imagined it to be undoes that. It undoes Riz’s interesting, dark inner struggle between truth and fantasy, it turns Tem’s tragic, unsolved murder that sets the entire story in motion into a just sort of weird Romeo-and Juliet suicide. It’s ruins the character arc not only for Riz, but for Legosi, and also, by extension, Louis and Haru, because Legosi’s internal angst over whether or not herbivores and carnivores can have a relationship as true friends needs this example of a tragic, flawed, toxic, failed friendship to bounce off of.

How it could (sort of) work: an AU where Riz’s attack on Tem is interrupted and Tem lives with a slight arm injury, and doesn’t tell anyone out of his complex feelings for Riz. Meanwhile, that bunny girl from the gardening club had been brutally devoured and Rz and/or Tem are so horrified with how close this was to their own near-miss, they start to investigate the murder, and in doing so get caught up in Louis’ inner struggle. Because that’s how the story needs to work, it’s about duality and struggle: and if Riz takes Legosi’s role, and by dating a herbivore he de facto takes the role, so Legosi must take Riz’s. This could be a great AU!

The better ship you should be doing: Pina/Riz (with a dash of Pina x Els), no, seriously, I’m not shitposting. You want to give Riz a redemption arc with a cute woolly boy? How about a story where Pina, out of a need for closure about at happened to him, starts to visit Riz in jail and they talk, mockingly at first, confrontational at first, but later Pina slowly becoming more fascinated in Riz and Tem’s life and asking Riz for more and more detail until they both bond over their shared traumatic experiences and their sense of loss for Tem’s senseless death, Tem’s unfished life casting a shadow over both off them. Eventually, the two of them find, from Legosi who still has the diary, that Tem had planned out an elaborate and beautiful first date with Els that he never got to take her on, and Riz, guilt ridden and sad than Tem never got this beautiful moment, decides to ask Pina take her on that date for Tem, with Riz coaching him by phone cyano-de-Bergerac style, Riz finally getting some closure that he helped one of Tem’s wishes come true and finally acknowledging to himself that Tem had a life and loves outside of him that were cut of short by his actions, and just crying over his lost friend, as Pina and Els slow-dance in Tem memory. Or if you just want to see Tem awkwardly date a carnivore boy from school, why not something less creepy and more wholesome and ship him with Jack? That would be cute AF, and more importantly, not romanticize brutal murder. Or an AU where everything is happy and nice, I’d argue at that it’s no longer Beastars at that point, but if it makes you happy, go for it. Let’s not shame anyone here.

Snape X Lilly (Harry Potter)

Why I hate this ship: honestly, it’s not for the reason you think; I just like Snape too much as a tragic character, and making him in any way happy destroys his arc in my opinion. The objection’s others have raised: that Snape acts in a worryingly possessive stalker-ish way towards Lilly, and that if Voldemort had gone for Nevil rather than Harry as a child Snape would have remained a loyal death eater, are true and I acknowledge them as having some validity, but that’s not why I can’t stand this ship. Snape is supposed to be a morally and emotionally complex, tragic figure. That “After all this time?” line was the best line in the Deathly Hallows. Snape is supposed to show the equality destructive and redemptive power of love. It’s sort of trinity: Lilly shows the pure power of true, unconditional love in her sacrifice to save Harry, Voldy shows what self-destruction and cruelty a life without understanding love leads to, and Snape sits somewhere in the middle: his one-sided un-requited love being both the cause of his darkest, and his greatest actions. His curse, and his redemption, fall and rise. Making him happy messes that up.

How to (kinda) fix this ship: make them miserable. Make them fall for each-other only to be pulled apart by circumstance (you know, like they were in the darn original source material). You’re serious about making this a tragic, dark romance? Don’t ship them when they’re at school: Ship them during Voldemort’s rise to power, in the 80’s, after Lilly is married. Have the original Order of the Phoenix send her to meet with Snape and use their previous relation to try to milk some information out of him. Have her feel conflicted about it, have James furious about it, but have her do it anyway for the greater good. Have her meet up secretly with Snape who is angry and distrustful, knowing his must be a trap, and talk. Have the relationship slowly build over time against the backdrop of a cold-war spy thriller, as Lilly slowly realizes that she has some lingering feelings for Snape, but can’t reconcile them her loyalty to the order and her family. Make this a love story of conflicted feelings, divided loyalties, and spy-work against the background of drawing war-clouds. Have Snape offer to leave Voldemort, if she’ll leave the Order, and run away with him, but by that point she knows she’s pregnant and chooses to stay, out of loyalty even though she’s crushing on Snape. Have him show up at the rendezvous expecting for her to be there only for James to lead an Order Ambush, and a fight to ensure, on top of Tower Bridge in the howling wind and rain, Snape surviving but having his spirit crushed and fleeing before Lilly can tell him her true feelings. Make it big, and melodramatic, but above all, make it tragic. Because that’s the only way Snape works as a character. Always.

The better ship you should be doing: Ginny X Nevil or Luna x Nevil: You want tragic lovers, at school, with divided loyalties, who never get together in the main cannon because a Potter ruins it and gets the girl? Ginny X Nevil. Write what was happening that final year Harry wasn’t at school when they took Dumbledore’s Army and make it work in earnest. Heck, you could even have Snape, as headmaster, hated by them but secretly trying to protect them as a secondary character to their secret, forbidden love. You don’t want to break up Harry X Ginny? Luna X Nevil is sweet and wholesome, but also tragic as they never get a chance, having their school life taken over by the horror of that final year and the need to fight for their very souls in a school run by Death Eaters and the trauma of the Battle of Hogwarts meaning that in order to put away the past and move on, they need to leave each other behind. Hell, do an AU where they canonically end up together, why not? They deserve happiness.

Dean / Sam AKA Wincest (Supernatural)

Why I hate this ship: They’re brothers. The show even makes a joke about how squick this is. Several times.

How you could (sort of) fix this ship: You can’t: They’re brothers. The show even makes a joke about how squick this is. I guess a body-swap arc could fix this, as it’s less squicky if its just their bodies with someone else’s minds, but seriously, the reasons why this shouldn’t exist are extensively covered in the show, and it was hilarious. To be honest, I don’t hate this ship done as a joke, but I have seen some dark spots on the internet, and I can say with all honesty it’s not always treated as a joke. Some folks are really invested in this, and all I can ask is, is your home life okay?

Now, done as a joke, I’m 110% behind this. This is exactly the sort of insane wacky bullshit that makes for a good crack-fic. For example imagine that the supernatural threat of the week was book that made anything written in it come true, and the brothers are trying to find and destroy it, but they keep getting distracted by their burgeoning romantic feelings for each-other, and suddenly realise that the owner of the book is a fan on the in-universe novels, and writing slash-fic in the book. They need to find the writer before they make them do something they’ll both regret, but it’s just so distracting when Sam’s beautiful eyes are right there and- dammit, Sam, it’s happening again! Make Sam less concerned and even a little amused, with it, but make Dean hate what’s going on. Especially when the writer’s description suddenly makes Sam noticeably better hung that him. Make the villain turn out to be Becky from “Sympathy for the devil” and end with them trying to take the book away as she writes frantically to force them to do her bidding, and you’ve got yourself a good fic.

The better ship you should be doing: Cas/Sam or Cas/Dean or Cas/Sam AND Dean fic. Duh. Once again the show-runners beat the fans to the mark and pointed out that this is the best ship, and then they took it away just to fuck with us.

Any Katniss ship that ignores her obsession with Emotional Security Logic. (The Hunger Games)

Why I hate these ships: Katniss is, briefly put, a mess before the books ever start, her father’s death and harsh upbringing have arguably given her PTSD before she ever volunteers for the reaping, and it doesn’t get better from there. In psychology, Emotional Security Theory (EST) is a hypothesis that the heightened emotions surrounding repeated violent exposures leaves children vulnerable to dysregulated distress responses and eventual psychopathology, aka, why Kat be so messed up. Her internal monologue makes the books completely clear that her choice in partners is not motivated by normal affections, but by deep, deep fear. A fear of loss, abandonment and death that leads her to make every decision about what minimises her, and her sister’s, exposure to potential physical and emotional harm. It’s frantic, fraught, cold survivalist thinking. And the other characters in the book notice and acknowledge it! “Which of us will she pick?” “She’ll pick whoever she can’t survive without.” Kat doesn’t like herself for it, but she does eventually admit to herself that she makes her decisions like this.

How do we fix this ship: Ship Kat with whoever you like, but give her a good reason to pick them: and in Kat’s mind “A good reason” is based on Emotional Security Logic, she needs to have a pressing reason why this ship makes her and her sister safer. Do that, and you’ve got yourself a good Katniss story. Don’t do that, and while you may or may not have a good story, the person staring in it isn’t Katniss Everdeen anymore.

The better ship you should be writing: Finick X Annie. Or, Haymitch prequel ships

FinAnn. This, this ship has some real potential to it, and is criminally underutilized. Finick and Annie’s relationship is one of the most tragic and romantic in the story, and has so much to offer. Or, if you want to have a hard-bitten character from district 12 struggling with trying to find love in the hellish combat of the games, do a prequel in which Haymitch finds love in the capitol during training, but loses then in the area and turns to drink as a result. Heck, you could even have some fun with this and turn it into a dark comedy, or a great tragic love story, whatever you like. It’s got potential, and his backstory is vague enough you could do a lot with it.

So, tell me below why I’m wrong, and have fun with your writing: just because I hate that ship doesn’t mean you should. Enjoy yourselves.

I’m off to write awful Ax/Pina/Luna Polyjuice’d into Nevil/Cas/Finick fiction set at an anime high-school that fights a magical war against other fictional schools, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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bisexualoftheblade-old · 4 years ago

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how many wips do you have? like what are they all, and not the number of wips in a fandom? what are all the names?

okay. fuck you. fuck you so much. fuck you.

i’m putting this under a read more cut no one else deserves to see this shit. a lot of these are requests, and for those i will just write out the request itself

Shadowhunters:

domestic polycule fluff with tem, jessa, and will because im not a coward

Supernatural

- hehe hoho i request destiel hehehe

- request 61/? cai cai cai cai i need you to rewrite the destiel scene but yk. GOOD. not like i'm in the know about the spn fandom or anything, it's been years for me. but DO IT

Bright Sessions

- caleb/adam grisha AU

- mark bryant vs. united states aka sue the AM

- caleb/adam college fluff

Umbrella Acaademy

- request 31/? i want a ben and klaus drabble please spare me some brotherly bickering

- AND SO BEGINS NIGHT 4 with request 13/? oooh oooh can i get a raymond and allison playlist??? i think their vibes together would SLAP

- hi there night 2 is technically morning 3 but who's counting not me anyway request 5/? can i get a ben moodboard? gotta rep my tua bb

Percy Jackson

- request 9/? can i get a percabeth moodboard or quote edit?? like god they're the og couple goals take me back to high school cai

- For the 100 follower things :D Jercy getting caught in the rain

- request 29/? a drabble about literally anything to do with pjo. i’ll be happy with anyone and anything i’m love these children

- *somersaults in like I’m a real fancy acrobat* hello ello ello may I request some camp half blood chaos possible involving *does a flip* ✨side characters✨ <3

Penumbra Podcast

- request 52/? drabble about the penumbra podcast. this is for ren bc ren likes it and i don't actually know anything about it. juno? i think? that's the one ren likes. write it for ren

- Tpp ghost hunting / buzzfeed unsolved au

- sad juno smut

- final resting place fic go brrrr

Marvel

- request 6/? i'm going to my roots y'all can i get a spider-man playlist? if not a playlist then i'd honestly be happy with literally anything involving spider-man

- request 15/? i'm going crazy this is recorded evidence of me actually losing it ANYWAY can i get a quote edit for something from iron man? literally anything that man says is gold so cai's choice :D he deserved better in endgame i'm still bitter

- request 42/? do another spidey thing that differs from the other spidey thing

- request 73/? you have Opinions. rant about infinity way and/or endgame. go.

- request 74/? quote edit for deadpool!!

- spideytorch relationship character study

- peter parker as a tired grad student monitoring the young avengers (send help)

Six of Crows

- okay listen i wasn't going to request anything bc i worry about you but also? if you want to/have the time hit me with a playlist for our girl nina zenik

- request 43/? fuckin give me the ending anya should have had. she is alive and with her new son and having a great time

- request 45/? inej moodboard?

- request 47/? will you make literally any meme of your choosing for six of crows?

- request 48/? write a drabble for kaz, my favorite bastard

- okay so i don't actually like nina or mattias that much but i still wanna hear about your thoughts (and also see if you'll change my mind)

- kaz brekker turning 18 fic. birthday party, everyone singing, whole shebang. i need it stat

- religious trauma fic aka i started shipping kaz/alina/inej and i can’t stop

- kaz trauma soup (he has D.I.D. and you can’t prove me wrong)

- my two redacted fics for @grishaversebigbang

- wesper fake dating

- six of crows bright sessions crossover: everyone gets therapy

TMA

- uhh... s1 gang having a nice time? melanie getting to have some Pride™️? some "fun" horror thing?

- request 7/? spare steph and jason bonding? please sir? spare some for a humble child such as myself?

- okay so this was meant for night 3 but i had midterm shit SO this is honorary night 3 let's DO THIS request 8/? i want a moodboard of extremely out of context magnus archives shit like i mean confuse the FUCK out of me i don't go here i know Nothing about it

- request 11/? OKAY so i need tim stoker meeting tim drake now i need my timmy to meet your tim plus i want to see character differences no i'm not trying to create a tim stoker in my head so i can read a's fic while NOT thinking of tim drake whaaaaaat you're crazy

- request 18(i think)/? i need a quote edit of every time within the first like. 15 eps of tam where jon is like “sounds fake but go off” thank u bb

- request 40/? i challenge you to write a tma drabble based only on the episodes i've heard. i'm currently halfway through episode 23

- Jon being lovingly bullied into taking a break. I'm aware this has been written a million times but it is one of my favorite things.

- spiral!sasha AU

- extinction martin go brrrrr

- high school era timsasha. they've both been friends for years, and everyone always asks when they will be a couple. they decide to fake date, to prove everyone wrong and show what a bad couple they would be. turns out that's a bit trickier than they thought

- after sasha comes back, tim is broken. he can't let go, scared that if he looks away for even a minute he'll lose her again. sasha suggests shibari as a way for him to give up control

- sasha pov mag 19 au, sacrificing herself to save the others, knows that if she gives herself up to the not!them it will let the others live

- this is the "tim finds a polaroid of sasha" trope

- early archives days,, long nights in research,,, clothes sharing,, somft. late nights and falling asleep at their desks warm and safe in the other's presence

- two parts: timsasha as kids, each picking a constellation that is "theirs". just soft kid antics. tim at sasha's grave glancing up to see their constellations

- continuing your job’s a joke (you’re broke)

DC Comics

- TIMSTEPH HADESTOWN AU,,,

- my redacted fic for @batfam-big-bang

- request for you to get a decent amount of sleep? serious answer, dickkori, SAL's Venus

- request 4/? timsteph morning after 👀 mayhaps?

- a concept: nonbinary stephanie brown

- teehee hi mom, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but can i request damian angst for your accomplishments 100 followers?

- hi you can ignore my first request if you want, or you can ignore this one. but bls possibly write some bikini ra’s? -the bikini bitch

- request 27/? jay is asking through me for a jondami playlist but tbh i also want it so win win yk?

- "I don't know how to help you but I can help you find someone who does" with bruce and jason? im just craving bruce being a good day to jason for once

- “I am putting you in time out because you need to understand the consequences of your actions.” with steph and jason as dumbass disaster bi best friends pretty please?

- request 32/? timsteph patrol date!!!

- request 33/? timsteph *gala* date? mayhaps??

- request 37/? tim drake drabble but make it Edgy cai

- request 39/? drabble of a prank war between tim and damian

- joyfire cuddly fluff please? or like just any outlaw fluff if joyfire isnt your thing (feel free to add every member of the outlaws, dont feel like u gotta stick with jason, kori, roy i love them all)

- barbara and robin! jason fluff? bonding over books or something?

- request 62/? i need a drabble about the chaotic trio jason, tim, and steph i'm love them ty

- request 63/? batfam x mcu crossover. batfam meets ironfam. give me ALL the cliches. ALL OF THEM

- request 64/? young justice x young avengers - jay cuz idk SHIT about the young avengers

- request 66/? jondami moodboard pls and ty

- request 67/? timsteph moodboard!!!!!!

- request 69/? HEHEHE kinky 😏 i would v much like a timsteph drabble of the almost first time. does that make sense? like i don't want you to go all the way NSFW cuz i know that's against the rules and i'm a rule follower. but like they *almost* go all the way. this could be fade to black or some shit i don't care just make it a lil steamy and have Fun

- i request damian angst! all of it

- hmm... maybe i request? jondami?

- mayhaps,,,,some batfam,,,,,committing crimes? ily be gay do crime <3 - lu

- How about a ficlet with Steph and Cass?

Found Family Bingo Prompts

- no powers au

- tunnel

- first day

- join the club

- hurt/comfort

- experiment

- playing favorites

- hold on

- possession

- 10 o’clock

- singing

- road

- snitch

- curfew

- timer

- fantasy au

- zombie au

- dreams

- campfire

- are you okay

- movie night

- games

- scared

Miscellaneous

- a request: Write A Drabble, Coward

- is it too late to request a moodboard for me?

- request 20/? i’m going off book because i’m in a Chaotic Mood™️ can you just absolutely vibe check me like go off cai demolish me

- request 21/? i formally request that you pick a favorite cai. i don’t care what that favorite pertains to, just pick a favorite something

- request 23/? roast me

- request 24/? can i have a buzzfeed unsolved spoopy playlist but spoiler alert it’s not spoopy bc shane doesn’t believe does this make sense it has been a Day™️

- request 25/50 i want a jake and amy fic make it Soft cai i’m love them b99 is so good

- request 28/? i know nothing about the lord of the rings so make something that will confuse the shit out of me

- request 34/? malvie and jaylos moodboards 😈

- request 35/? a moodboard for the bbb mods!! perceive all of us!!!

- request 36/? moodboard for the tua mods too???? mayhaps??

- request 41/? doctor WHO? idk but i want a drabble of him and the one character i know from doctor who which is rose

- request 46/? make an alignment meme with our group, have fun!!!

- request 49/? i want you to kin assign me a character from every fandom you can/want to. go feral

- request 50!!!!/? this is a special request. the most special request. can you make a bastards tbh playlist? i want our vibes encapsulated. i want us in music form. i want to hear those songs and be like "that's me and cai" and smile.

- requests 51/? i know jack shit about good omens. explain it to me in the most confusing way possible. make me know less by the end than i know now

- request 53/? can you write a mel aesthetic? i'm Curious

- request 54/? give me a list of book recs cai i want some good book recs pls

- request 56/? edit a picture of US together too

- request 58/? oooh can i have a disney edit? like. hm. i just really love disney and i want anything to do with disney. like a quote or an aesthetic or an aesthetic edit i just want disney.

- request 59/? i would v much like a recipe for carbonara. i've never had it but it sounds fucking delicious

- request 60/? ooh hey can i get a makeup tutorial? i know you like makeup, i'm shit at doing makeup. teach me

- request 65/? i need the most emo playlist you can make that vibes with dear evan hansen thank you

- request 68/? i want a superwholock moodboard. this can be serious, with the actual fandoms in mind, or literally what the era felt like. the insanity. the horror.

- request 70/? ooh ooh ooh do you have a good bread recipe?? i wanna get that bread

- request 71/? i want a playlist with the vibes of summoning a demon. please don't ask questions. i don't have answers. and if i do, no i don't.

- For the requests, how about writing something based on a friend?

- request 75/? MMMM i want literally anything to do with natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812

- request 76/? i want some healthy recipes. help a girl out

- a feral bbb quote or two?

- you perceive my plant but now I dare thee to perceive mine own visage

- okay this is a two for one request. 1. you did the bee movie script so now we need a shrek two script edit 2. sleep please

- Pansexual mb for my lil queer soul?

- my (probably) final request is just for you to ramble about something, i don't really care what

- HI ILY CONGRATS AS WELL CAUSE IM LATE BUT CONGRATS. could i request a pirates of the caribbean (or just pirates) or whatever you what to do, free range.

- mood board for the beluga whales who got brought to the animal sanctuary in Iceland please?

- 100 follower request: Moodboard for my stuffed cow Oaky?

#cai's 200 #asks #mininacl

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sandnin19 · 4 years ago

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It’s in the Stars

I got bored and wondered what it would be like if the Sand Siblings went to a psychic after the invasion of Konoha...then this happened.

The streets of Konoha glowed with festival lights and the smiles of its patrons. Shinobi and civilians alike came from all over the Five Nations to celebrate the arrival of the winter season with snow sculptures, illuminations, food stalls, and other various activities. Despite the recent invasion that interrupted the Chunin Exams, the people of Konoha welcomed visitors with open arms. This came as a surprise to a few festival goers, but the ones who were most confused about this warm hospitality were the Suna genin who played a big role in the invasion. It was only a few months ago they came to this village with the intention of destroying it. Now they walked its streets trying to repair the shaky alliance they had. As the late Kazekage’s children and the students of a highly respected councilman, they had been asked to accompany their sensei to Konoha to partake in the ongoing discussions of a stronger alliance.

This mission was met with much doubt by the youngest of the genin. Sabaku no Gaara thought it would be best if he abstained from being a part of this delegation since it was he who was the one meant to destroy the village, using the demon within him. The fact he was also the Kazekage’s disowned son didn’t help either. However, the Suna council believed if he could appear before Konoha’s with his new, docile attitude, they would be more willing to come to an agreement. His siblings also thought it’d be a good chance for him to practice his social skills. In the past, he wouldn’t have cared about his siblings’ opinions or his social skills, but recently he’d come to realize the importance of these things.

Ever since the invasion he began to notice the role his siblings played in his life. Sure, they had feared him and may at times resented him, but as he looked back at his chaotic childhood, he realized they were his only constant. No matter how many times he threatened their lives or treated them as though they were nothing more than lumps of flesh, they always came back to him. As he laid on the forest floor, unable to move as an enemy ninja inched toward him, he thought it was the end for him; no one would come save him, and why should anyone? What had he done that would warrant saving? Then his view of the Uzumaki was obstructed. His siblings had jumped in between him and his attacker. Beaten and battered themselves, they were still ready to protect him.

All these thoughts raced through his mind as he walked side by side with his siblings in the middle of a festival held in the village he was once intent on destroying. They had finished their discussions for the day and were trying to find a way back to their hotel through the hectic streets.

“We should really get something to eat, jan,” his brother interrupted his thoughts, and suddenly he was aware of the faint rumbling in his stomach.

Gaara looked around at all the stalls that surrounded them, but most of them seemed to be void of food and filled with trinkets and activities. If they were going to get food from the festival, they would probably have to venture deeper into it which is something he really preferred they didn’t do. He had a hard time being around people, but his stomach was betraying him. He was thankful for his sister’s response telling them they can get food at the hotel they were staying in rather than wandering around in the snow, weaving in and out of crowds searching for food stalls.

“Aw, c’mon, Tem. We might as well enjoy the festival while we’re here!”

“Kankuro, we’re not here for a vacation. We have a mission we need to focus on.”

“The meeting’s done for the day, we can afford to relax and have some fun! Maybe we’ll run into that shadow kid who kicked your ass in the exams,” Kankuro elbowed his sister teasingly which earned him a swift punch in the jaw.

“Like you did any better in your fight. Besides, that’s another reason why we should head back to the hotel. We didn’t exactly leave on good terms with a lot of these people,” Temari responded, then quickly realized the crestfallen look that appeared oh her youngest brother’s face, “None of us did, we all messed up.” She put a comforting hand on his shoulder, an action she didn’t think was possible until they returned home from the exams.

The redhead looked up at his sister with a small, appreciative smile. While he was still ashamed of his actions, he liked how close he had gotten with his siblings in such a short time. They still had tension among them, but were slowly becoming more comfortable around each other.

Kankuro, still rubbing his jaw after being hit by his sister, was still determined to make the most out of this boring-ass mission, “Look! There’s a fortune teller in that tent! Since you’re so cold, maybe we can go in there and warm up while we find out our fortunes!”

Gaara rolled his eyes at his older brother while Temari voiced his thoughts, “Don’t tell me you actually believe in all that stuff, Kankuro. It’s just some hack tryna make a quick buck,” Temari said.

“You guys are no fun. Who cares if it’s real or not it’s just a fun thing to do!” He grabbed his younger brother by his shoulders, positioning him in front of their sister, “Gaara needs to learn how to loosen up and have fun! This is a perfect opportunity!” He smirked, knowing Temari would cave if he used Gaara. None of them had a normal childhood, but it was Gaara who grew up faster than his older siblings. Since the betrayal of his uncle at the age of six, he was basically on his own. He didn’t waste time on frivolous activities like fortune telling or hanging out with friends because he was too focused on surviving. His eyes widened in fear as he looked up at his sister, silently pleading for her to say no.

Temari sighed. She much rather go back to the hotel and avoid seeing anyone they met during the exams, especially that Nara kid. She didn’t want to hear any sexist gloating about how he let her win. But as she looked into her youngest brother’s nervous, mint eyes, she knew it would be good for him to get out of his comfort zone a little.

“Alright, we’ll do it.”

Kankuro pumped his fist in victory while the dread on Gaara’s face grew. He didn’t have much time to sulk about it though as his brother dragged him towards the psychic’s tent. Sometimes he really missed when his sand stopped his siblings from touching him.

A strong scent of incense attacked their olfactory senses as the siblings made their way into the tent. Temari and Gaara both coughed a bit because of the overwhelming sensation while Kankuro began to look around. It was a small space filled with crystals and candles spewed all over the place. In the middle of the tent there was a low table covered with a purple tablecloth with cushions in front and an older woman sitting behind it. She greeted the genin and gestured for them to sit down.

“Hello, children. I am Kesshō. What brings you to me this lovely evening?”

“Shouldn’t you know,” Gaara scoffed under his breath, but loud enough for his siblings to hear. Temari laughed while Kankuro chose to get back at his siblings for their mockery. He began speaking to Kesshō, “We were walking through the festival and my sister here just had to come in and find out about her love life. She can’t stop talking about this guy she met here a few months ago and wants to know if there’s a future with him.” He looked deviously over at Temari whose jaw was agape.

Before she had time to defend herself, Kesshō chuckled, “Ah, yes, I’ve had many people come to me for love. Why don’t we see what the cards have to say about that, hm? A reading is only 1,000 ryō!”

Kankuro slapped the money on the table with lighting reflexes without letting Temari get a word in edgewise. The older woman took the payment and began shuffling her deck of cards she had next to a crystal ball on the table. She placed five cards on the table in front of them, facing the siblings so they could have a good view of what appeared on the cards. The first card she laid out was the Emperor, depicting a man in elaborate, golden robes sitting on a throne. The next card she placed next to the first showed an armored man on a horse holding what appeared to be a coin. The third card had a star and was incidentally named the Star. The fourth card had two people holding two cups. The last card Kesshō laid out pictured an angel with the word Temperance above it.

“My, my,” Kesshō began. “This looks very promising. This card here,” she pointed to the first card she laid out, “represents you, young lady. It is called the Emperor. The Emperor is otherwise known as the Father of the tarot. It symbolizes protection and stability, but is also known to be stubborn.”

Kankuro snickered at the description, that definitely sounded like his sister.

“This next card represents your potential partner, it is the Knight of Pentacles. The Knight of Pentacles relates to common sense and responsibility. Your potential partner is a practical man who values commitment.”

“Kinda sounds like that shadow kid, huh, Tem?” Kankuro was enjoying this immensely as his sister rolled her eyes and continued to listen to the rest of the reading.

“The card next to the Knight of Pentacles is the Star. Its position in this spread shows the potential of the relationship. Generally, the Star is a symbol of hope and means you have preserved through a challenge in your life,” Temari straightened up as she heard this description. She had overcome years of living in fear of her youngest brother, and now the dust was beginning to settle as he became more human. She began to listen to Kesshō more intently, “In terms of the potential of this relationship, it is a good sign. The Star is meant to be optimistic in terms of love.”

“This fourth card here is called the Two of Cups which usually refers to mutual understanding. In this spread, it is the advice the cards have for you regarding this relationship. They want you to look within your heart, and find the courage to go through with a relationship with this person because there is a good chance he feels the same way!” Kesshō exclaimed happily.

At this point, Kankuro was barely containing his laughter as he saw his sister’s face flush.

Kesshō finished her reading with the final card, “The last card is called Temperance and is associated with balance and harmony. In terms of love and its position as the fifth and final card in this spread, it is the likely outcome of the relationship. This man is your perfect fit, and your relationship will be harmonious.”

“Hmph, then it’s definitely not that Nara kid. All we’d ever do is argue, there’d be no harmony whatsoever.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Temari,” Kankuro said as he set his sights on his brother. Gaara was staring off into the distance looking rather disinterested. He had been half-listening to what Kesshō was telling his sister, but couldn’t force himself to give his full attention when he thought it was all nonsense. These cards and their meanings were so vague they could mean anything to anyone.

He was about to get up and leave thinking they had stood out of the cold long enough to be warmed up when his brother set another 1,000 ryō on the table and told Kesshō, “My brother is also very interested in his love life!”

Gaara looked at his brother through narrowed, mint eyes. If this had been a few months ago, he’d be in a sand coffin right about now. However, before either brother could speak, Kesshō held up her hand, “No, that’s not right. He’s looking for answers, but not about romantic love. No, you’re more worried about the future aren’t you?”

Gaara turned his suspicious gaze to the older woman in front of him, only to divert it to the floor when she began studying him, “Yes, you’ve had an interesting life for someone so young. You’re worried your past will greatly affect your future. I have a spread for you, young man.” She began to reshuffle her deck and laid out three cards; one had eight swords surrounding a blindfolded woman on it, the second had eight cups with a man walking away from them, towards a tough terrain, and the third had a woman holding a coin similar to that the Knight of Pentacles was holding.

She pointed to the first card, “This represents your past. The swords are a suit that usually relate to unhappiness. The Eight of Swords shows you’ve felt powerless, imprisoned even. You have been in a tough situation you’ve felt you couldn’t escape.”

Gaara tensed as he recalled the demon literally imprisoned within him. It was quite ironic that Shukaku was sealed inside Gaara, yet it was the redheaded boy who seemed to be the prisoner. For years he did as the demon told, craving the praise it gave him every time he inflicted pain upon others. No one else had offered their love or kind words to him; his father spoiled him as a child through material wants and desires, but never once showing love through any other means, not even a simple “I love you.” There was a time he thought his uncle’s kind words to him were signs of affection only to learn later they were nothing but lies. After being shut down by the two parental figures in his life, he turned to the demon who called itself Mother and whispered comforting words every time he obeyed it. Mother was always with him, constantly speaking to him, commanding him to harm others. He couldn’t make Mother stop talking, and as much as he hates to admit it, sometimes he didn’t want to; he liked it when Mother praised him because it was the only time he felt valued and loved even if the feeling was fleeting. Which is why Kesshō’s wording caused him to uncharacteristically ask a question, “Felt I couldn’t escape?”

Both his siblings looked at him in shock at his inquiry for clarification, but Kesshō seemed to be expecting it, “Yes, you may have felt like you couldn’t escape, but you were able. You should know because you have. The Eight of Swords represents the feeling of being stuck and imprisoned yes, but it can also be self-imposed. You may have felt powerless to escape the tough situation you were in, however, you always possessed the tools to escape. It seems you recently learned that your beliefs and views on life were no longer helping you get what you wanted in life. You’ve exchanged them for more optimistic beliefs which have brought you out of that terrible situation and placed you in more favorable company.”

She looked at his siblings beside him and continued on, “Which leads me to your next card, the Eight of Cups. This is your present. You can see the man has his back turned on the eight cups as he walks away towards the mountains. This is you, is it not? You’ve felt the need to move on from your past, but you’ve noticed it is a difficult path to take. It is strange and unfamiliar, but the path you were on before no longer served a meaningful purpose,” she pointed again to the first card with the trapped woman.

The young boy began to feel uneasy as the older woman voiced his fears, “You do not know what lies ahead,” she reached toward the final card and cast a reassuring glance in his direction, “but hopefully I can put your thoughts at ease with this. This is the Queen of Pentacles and it represents your future. You can tell by the way the Queen cradles the pentacle in her arms she is loving and gentle by nature. She performs domestic duties flawlessly as well as emotionally cares for her loved ones. Nevertheless, she is also a financial supporter for her family and contributes greatly in her career.”

Despite the uneasiness his brother felt as this woman was manifesting his thoughts and fears, Kankuro couldn’t but laugh as he pictured Gaara “performing domestic duties.” Until recently, they had lived in separate places, their father wanting to ensure the safety of his other two children by keeping the demon container away from them. Kankuro had never seen his brother do any chores before. This coupled with the fact the redhead used to tear humans limb for limb as a hobby made it funny to picture the great and powerful Sabaku no Gaara calmly cooking dinner with a pristine white apron tied around his waist.

Said redhead was too entranced in his thoughts to care about his brother’s laughter at his expense. Kesshō too ignored the painted-faced older boy as she clarified what his future could entail, “While you are unsure of the path you are on now, it will be worth it in the long run. You will be dedicated to your family and in turn feel at peace in your home.”

Now, Gaara glanced at his siblings. They were the only family he had left and while they weren’t exactly too close, he felt they were getting there, but was afraid something would mess it up as something always seemed to have done in the past. He didn’t know if it would be himself or an outside force which is another unknown that scared him even if he’d never admit it just yet. Then another thought popped into his head, “She contributes to her career as well?”

Lately, Gaara had been thinking of the best way to make amends for what he had done to his village. The Uzumaki’s goal was to become Hokage to which many scoffed at the idea. Before he met Uzumaki, he didn’t think much about the position of Kazekage; the person who is supposed to lead, protect, and inspire hope. His father never did any of that. However, Uzumaki did inspire him to make bonds with those around him. He started with his siblings and it was going well, giving him hope that one day he can have these bonds with others in his village.

“Yes, the Queen of Pentacles has many talents and a great sense of compassion and protection she extends to people in and out of her home,” Kesshō answered.

For a while now he had felt the need to protect his people from himself. He thought it would be best to hide himself away where he couldn’t hurt anyone which is why he didn’t want to partake in this mission. Yet, this woman was voicing his thoughts and showing him other ways he can protect others; not by hiding, but rather by being an active member of his village through accepting difficult missions and guarding his village. Perhaps he could even be the leader his father failed to be.

Gaara continued to ponder her words while her gaze shifted to the middle child sitting before her. She had succeeded in stunning his siblings into silence, now it was time she went three for three, “And you, you're looking for something else too. Your identity, who exactly are you behind that mask?”

“Huh, oh uh you mean this,” the young man pointed to the face paint he adorned, “I wouldn’t say it’s a mask...well I guess it kinda is, but not ‘cause I’m tryna hide anything...except maybe in battle, bu-”

Once again, Kesshō silenced him with a raised hand and in one swift motion she swiped the cards used for his brother’s reading, shuffling them back into the deck. In the blink of an eye three more cards were laid out in front of them.

“Hold up, I didn’t even pay you ye-” Temari cut him off with a loud slap of 1,000 ryō on the table. She looked at her middle brother with an evil glint in her eye and a sly smile on her lips. Payback felt good. Even Gaara let out a small chuckle at his sister’s lightning reflexes and the trepidation on his brother’s face.

Kesshō removed the money from the table and started the reading, “These three cards represent your situation, what you should do, and the likely outcome if you follow the advice the cards have for you. This card here,” a slender finger with a perfectly manicured nail pointed to a card with a man standing over three broken cups with two intact one behind him, “is the Five of Cups. You’re stuck in the past, young man. You focus too much on bitter memories, leaving you to wallow in disappointment. Something is preventing you from moving forward, something you know and something you have the ability to change. Yet, you hide behind this mask of yours.”

He traced the familiar lines of paint along his face with his fingertips, a pattern he wore for years. Puppeteers were never required to wear the face paint, but he had always opted for it during missions as well as just hanging out. He continually told himself true masters of puppetry wore the paint, but the truth was he didn’t like what he saw every time he looked in the mirror, face void of purple paint. He was the spitting image of his father, a man who caused his family so much grief. Putting on this mask, he thought he was throwing away the memories of his father, but he was just hiding them.

His attention was brought back to Kesshō as she tapped her nail on the next card, “Here is the Two of Wands. This calls for you to assess your situation. Think about who you really blame for the trauma holding you back. I could see you were doing some of this already while you were caressing your face,” a faint blush tinted his cheeks as he brought his hand down, he hadn’t realized he was repeating the lines over and over again.

“Once you have a clearer idea of what is bothering you, a plan needs to be made. What can you do to toss these memories aside,” Kesshō finished the explanation of this card, leaving her words to sink into Kankuro’s mind.

He thought about removing his paint from his ensemble, he can’t let his father control his life from beyond the grave, but he still held a deep respect for his craft and its traditions. Maybe he didn’t have to remove it altogether. His advice was to change, not to completely detach such an important aspect from his life. If he did a new design, it could mean he can finally get rid of the mask he used to hide from his father’s face, getting rid of those memories with it, and adorn a new one that had nothing to do with the man, and it will be associated with newer, happier memories. The realization of change becoming a recurring theme within his family caused him to think they are all entering a new chapter in life. A new chapter calls for a new design. From now on, when he applied the new lines on his face, he’ll do it not to spite his father, but instead to symbolize how far he’s come.

After Kankuro came up with the plan to redesign his paint, he looked at the final card on the table. Kesshō followed his gaze and explained his last card, “This is the Queen of Wands. She is confident and determined. If you follow through with the advice given to you, you too will share her qualities. Even the most challenging situations you will come across will be faced head on by you with courage and optimism.”

Kankuro liked the sound of that. He often presented himself as a cocky, assertive guy, but much like his mask, it was to hide his insecurities. He had quite a few if he was being honest. Being the middle child did not help with these insecurities. His older sister always had an easier time thinking for herself and voicing her opinions whereas he tended to follow the instruction of his father. His younger brother was a much stronger shinobi than he was, and excelled in academics which were not his strong suit mostly due to the fact he preferred to have fun during his study sessions while his brother was tutored privately, leaving him no choice but to focus on his studies. The idea of being as self-assured as his siblings in various aspects of their lives sat well with Kankuro.

Movement from outside the tent caused all three siblings to stir out of their trance. It appeared more people wanted their fortunes read. Kesshō thanked them for coming by as they stood to leave and wished them well. Each sibling nodded or grunted some form of a goodbye as they exited the tent.

As usual, Kankuro was the one ready to speak first, “Okay that was creepy that old lady really made us face what we didn’t want to think about”

“Maybe for you and Gaara, but she didn't choose my spread for me,” Temari pointed out.

“Aha! So you did want to see your compatibility with that shadow kid!”

“That’s not what I meant! You told her I wanted a love spread and she did it, but you told her Gaara wanted one too and she didn’t do one for him!”

“Maybe because you basically have every other aspect of your life under control right now except for your love life! Count yourself lucky you aren’t as much as a dysfunctional mess as me and Gaara, right, little bro?”

Gaara merely looked at his brother, pulled from his thoughts momentarily. He was still trying to process what the old lady had said. He didn’t know if she was a hack or not, but as he listened to his siblings bicker, going back to the fight about where to get food again, the idea of three of them growing even closer than they are now made him follow them through the lit streets with a small smile.

#sand siblings #temari #kankuro #gaara #my fanfic

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puppypaw-wc · 4 years ago

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i just wanted to ramble ‘bout undertale... hhhhhhhh.

aka me just describing the whole plot of the game... this one’s just the ruins tho cuz i don’t think tumblr would let me type out the whole game’s plot in detail.

i understand if y’all don’t wanna see this so it’s under the cut.

soooo uh. the opening “cutscene”/whatever you call it is just a few images with text explaining the events prior to the game.

“long ago, two races ruled over earth: humans and monsters. one day, war broke out between the two races. in the end, the humans were victorious. they sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell. many years later . . . mt. ebbot. 201X. legends say those who climb the mountain never return...”

the last frames show a human who you’d at first assume to be the player character climbing the mountain and falling in; however, it is not the player character (frisk), as the human in the intro only has one stripe on their shirt, while frisk’s shirt has two.

anyways after that you get presented with the start menu (it’s track is creatively entitled, you guessed it, start menu!) with instructions on how to play the game. once you start, you get to name the fallen human.

now, this is honestly kinda ingenious. it doesn’t say “name your character”, it doesn’t say “what is your name?”; no, it says “name the fallen human”.

there’s also responses to some specific names.

like if you name yourself “fight” (or something like that) or “mercy”, the response is “that’s a little on the nose, isn’t it?”, though the name’s still allowed to be used.

naming yourself one of the main characters’ names (or however much can fit) also elicits special responses, and most of them aren’t allowed to be used, but there’s a couple instances of them being usable. like papyrus’ name is too long so if you enter “papyru” as your name the response is “I’LL ALLOW IT” and the name’s allowed to be used. the names “blooky” or “napsta” (as in napstablook) are also allowed, with the response being “... (they are powerless to stop you)”. my favorite is either naming yourself “flowey” or “temmie” tho.

the name “flowey” gets the response “i already CHOSE that name” (flowey had the ability to reset/save/etc. before frisk) with it not being allowed, while naming yourself “temmie” gets the response “hOi!!!” as a reference to the species of temmie (temmie is best undertale character /hj) and is allowed. it used to make tem flakes heal more but that was removed for some reason.

ANYWAYS the game starts after you name yourself (the “true name” is chara, which elicits the response “the true name”, so i’ll be referring to “the fallen human” as such). you start out with your armor as the bandage and your weapon as the stick... both of which have 0 of their corresponding stat.

in the next room, you meet a talking flower, who introduces himself.

“howdy! i’m flowey! flowey the flower! hmm, you’re new to the underground, aren’t’cha? golly, you must be so confused! someone oughta teach ya how things work around here. (oop i’m listening to the undertale ost and finale started playing-fitting-) guess lil’ old me will have to do? ready? let’s go!”

you then find yourself in a battle. on the bottom of the screen, there’s two things: your LV, which is 1 at the time, and your hp, which is 20/20. in the middle of the screen is the bullet board, with a red heart inside. flowey’s above the bullet board. oh, and in battles, everything’s black and white other then the heart and some attacks.

“see that heart? that’s your SOUL. the very culmination of your being! your SOUL starts off weak, but grows stronger with LV. what’s LV stand for? why, LOVE, of course! you want some LOVE, don’t you? *he winks* down here, love is spread through little, white... “friendliness pellets”. go on! collect as many as you can!”

now, here, there’s two options: run into the “friendliness pellets” (which makes this part go by faster) or dodge them, which elicits some funny responses from flowey.

“hey buddy. you missed them. let’s try this again, shall we?”

“is this a joke? are you brain dead? RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS friendliness pellets.”

“you know what’s going on here, don’t’cha? you just wanted to see me SUFFER. who would pass up an opportunity like this? DIE.”

running into them elicits basically the same thing as the last response, though he states that “in this world, it’s kill or be killed” first. i also don’t remember what he says if you run into them cuz i always dodge them... cuz it’s funny...

you find your SOUL surrounded with the “friendliness pellets”, and it seems that you’re doomed to death... but when they hit you, instead of harming you, they heal you.

flowey gets a confused look on his face before he’s hit with a fireball and goat mom toriel appears!

“what a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth. do not be afraid, my child. i am toriel, caretaker of the ruins. i pass through here everyday to see if a human has fallen. you are the first to have come here in a very long time.”

she also says some other stuff but i don’t remember it so. :shruggie:

anyways, you follow her into the next room, where you find a four-pointed star; a save point.

“the shadow of the ruins looms above, filling you with determination. (HP fully restored).”

this is your first opportunity to save, which is interestingly enough not just a game mechanic; it’s an in-universe feature as well.

(okay wtf undertale ost on shuffle, it played temmie village and then tem shop immediately after, wtf???)

anyways, toriel guides you through (read: does for you) a few puzzles, before you find yourself in a long hallway, where she says she wants to test your independence by making you walk to the end of the hallway by yourself.

she’s just hiding behind a pillar at the other end of the hallway.

toriel says that she has a few errands to run, and gives you a cellphone before leaving. you can get some funny calls if you do wait, and at the end of it all her phone gets stolen by a dog. despite this, she still calls you when you leave the room. she does actually have special dialogue, though: “My apologies. A strange dog kidnapped my phone.”

anyways, you travel through the ruins, getting encounters with the enemies (froggit, whimsun, loox, vegetoid, moldsmal, migosp), who you can all spare.

i forgot the dummy battle tutorial, basically toriel has a training dummy as a battle tutorial.

things you can do:

talk to it: this makes the battle end, and makes toriel seem happy with you. it’s technically the right thing to do but the others are funnier.

fight it: this kills the dummy, though it doesn’t give you exp, and thus you can still get a true pacifist route.

flee: you run away from the battle and toriel says that it’s a good strategy... but it’s just a dummy, it can’t hurt you and doesn’t seek revenge.

do nothing: if you do nothing for eight turns (including missing attacks), dummy “tires of your aimless shenanigans” and leaves. toriel is confused by this, but continues on as if nothing happened.

whatever you do elicits a different response in a future mini-boss’ pre-battle dialogue, so. yeah.

ANYWAYS!

the ruins’ mini-boss is napstablook, a ghost who, according to themself, “usually comes to the RUINS because there's nobody around”.

to spare them, you need to cheer three times; this makes them show you their “dapper blook” trick, which is a top hat made of tears. they stop attacking to await your response, and if you flirt or cheer, the encounter ends.

also random fun fact: just like with the dummy, killing napstablook doesn’t give you exp, and thus a true pacifist route doesn’t end.

“FIGHTing Napstablook causes them to remind the protagonist that they are a ghost and therefore unable to be killed; they were only lowering their HP to be nice. They then vanish, and the protagonist suffers a loss of one "experience point" (not the same as EXP). This action does not abort the True Pacifist Route since it does not accrue any EXP.”

(x)

oh yeah, did i mention that EXP and LV don’t mean experience points and level?

flowey was actually correct about LV being LOVE. however, it’s an acronym, namely for level of violence. EXP, on the other hand, is an acronym for execution points.

continuing through the ruins and doing some puzzles (one of which includes several holes you must fall through to find a switch, one of which has the faded ribbon, a piece of armor, in it), you can get the toy knife, a weapon, before heading to toriel’s house, where she’s made you a butterscotch-cinnamon pie.

you see, earlier on in the ruins, she asks if you prefer butterscotch or cinnamon (if you’ve reset/loaded a save from after this point, she actually remembers your answer), before asking if you’d turn up your nose at the sight of the other/if you have allergies. there wasn’t enough of both at the store or something along those lines if i remember right.

anyways, you go to sleep in your room (yes, you have your own bedroom and yes, that is pure, and yes, toriel is the best), and she puts a slice of the pie on the floor for you to collect. it’s a healing item that restores all your hp, but i’d recommend saving it honestly.

toriel’s reading in the living room, where you can talk to her and either ask how to leave, or just talk to her. you do have to leave for the game to progress, though.

after asking her how to leave like three or four times, she goes downstairs and talks to you before fighting you, asking you to prove that you’ll be able to survive.

you see...

“Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it again and again. They come. They leave. They die. You naive child... If you leave the RUINS... They... ASGORE... Will kill you. I am only protecting you, do you understand? ... go to your room.”

the fight with toriel is one that people often mess up on, though the strategy for her fight is actually foreshadowed by an npc froggit earlier on in the ruins.

many people think that you have to weaken her, or just end up killing her because they don’t see how else to do it.

so, what does happen if you kill her? well, it depends.

if you attack her once she stops attacking:

“You... ... at my most vulnerable moment... To think I was worried you wouldn't fit out in there... Eheheheh!!! You really are no different than them! Ha... Ha...”

on a neutral route:

“Urgh... You are stronger than I thought... Listen to me, small one... If you go beyond this door, Keep walking as far as you can. Eventually, you will reach an exit. ... .... ASGORE... Do not let ASGORE take your soul. His plan cannot be allowed to succeed. ....... Be good, won't you? My child.“

on a genocide route:

“Y... you... really hate me that much? Now I see who I was protecting by keeping you there. Not you... But them! Ha... ha...”

fun fact: until today my dumbass though that “them” was referring to chara and only just realized that it’s referring to the monsters further in the underground.

and now, it’s time for flowey (slash indicates a break in the text).

on a pacifist route (where you don’t kill anyone):

“Clever. Verrrryyy clever. / You think you're really smart, don't you? / In this world, it's kill or be killed. / So you were able to play by your own rules. / You spared the life of a single person. / Hee hee hee... / I bet you feel really great. / You didn't kill anybody this time. / But what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? / You'll die and you'll die and you'll die.Until you tire of trying. / What will you do then? / Will you kill out of frustration? / Or will you give up entirely on this world...... / and let ME inherit the power to control it? / I am the prince of this world's future. / Don't worry, my little monarch, my plan isn't regicide. / This is SO much more interesting.”

on a genocide route (where you kill everyone, exhausting the kill counter until the “but nobody came” message appears):

“Hahaha... / You're not really human, are you? / No. You're empty inside. Just like me. In fact... / You're Chara, right? / We're still inseperable, after all these years... / Listen. I have a plan to become all powerful. / Even more powerful than you and your stolen soul. / Let's destroy everything in this wretched world. / Everyone, everything in these worthless memories... / Let's turn 'em all to dust.”

(note that by “chara” i mean “whatever you named the fallen human”)

and that’s it for the ruins.

uh. yeah.

sorry for rambling about undertale so much on main, i love it too much.

#puppy rambles #undertale #things that're definitely my special interests

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mikazuki-juuichi · 5 years ago

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Beastars, vol. 1

I read this one a year ago; let’s see what stuff I had forgotten or only notice now.

Chapter 1.

- The shadow chasing Tem looks like a wolf at first. You need to look very carefully to notice it can also be that of a bear.

- I thought Tem died in the theater, but it’s a regular classroom.

- The Canine Group shows up before Legosi.

- Jack wants to be friendly with everyone, but it backfires on him sometimes. Starting right here, this will increasingly affect him.

- Nice background gag; keeping in mind that Durham had gotten into a fight, hence the band-aid:

- Legosi interrupts a fight by turning the lights off. He tries to be invisible, which often has the opposite effect.

- What Tem left unfinished was giving Els a love letter, hence Legosi’s weird questions all throughout this chapter.

- Even here, Legosi has something of a martyr complex.

- Els grabbing a pair of scissors illustrates one detail: Despite what quite a few reviewers and bloggers think, in the world of Beastars your nature does not determine your actions. Everybody can be a murderer or a hero, depending on circumstances. Not unlike in our world, ahem…

Chapter 2.

- I thought Mark was Kibi, but it’s an unrelated anteater.

- Animal prejudices: Besides Legosi, Miguno has a reputation in-universe —presumably like how wolves and hyenas have a bad rep in real life.

- Speaking of, the name dynamic, which confuses some readers: The characters are named the way we usually name animals, be they pets or in a zoo. Hence the combination of Western and Eastern names, as well as characters named after food or objects.

- The story of ‘Adler’ sums up the theme of Beastars: the joy of living and the inevitability of death.

- Here is Miguno in his undies, because I really like him:

- And here is our first look at Louis, already presented like a mafia boss:

Chapter 3.

- Louis outright bullies Zoe. I mean, check this out:

- He’s really, really not a good person.

- Also, his leg injury was his own fault: He’s the one who insisted on sneaking into the theater at night and with the lights out so they would not be caught.

Chapter 4.

- Haru is reading “No longer animal”, a parody of Osamu Dazai’s “No longer human”. A classic of Japanese literature, but also a profoundly nihilistic story. An early hint of Haru’s world-view.

- Haru claims not to be bothered by the bullying and slut-shaming she’s subjected to, yet here she seems to fear the bullies more than her potential killer.

Chapter 5.

- Strangely Zoe saved Haru, though by accident.

- Once Haru bleeds, she finally realizes she does not want to die. Not yet.

Chapter 6.

- One of our first bits of world-building: The cafeteria.

- Having a bad reputation is considered worse than being beaten up; a distinctly Japanese thing (though not exclusive to that culture).

- Louis is interested in Legosi, in that the wolf’s pacifism strikes him as unconvincing.

Chapter 7.

- In the story of Adler, escaping death is defying nature, and causes the Elements themselves to punish us.

- Another characteristic Japanese thing: Louis insisting on working with or without his injury, no matter the personal cost.

Extra.

- The dynamic between big and small animals is an extension of the entire ‘Senpai / Kouhai’ concept. Not so much the cheap romance plot as the concept of ‘Guiding / Deferring’ relationships.

#beastars #reading diary #reading project

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calliecat93 · 5 years ago

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Okay, so... lets talk about Ruby, Ozpin, lying, and the difference between the first half of V6 and V7 Chapter 2.

Ozpin lied to everyone. Not just the public, but to everyone, including those that followed him and swore their loyalty to him. Now did he have his reasons? Yes. Telling the truth to Salem caused bad things. Leo ended up betraying him, and we don't even know if he knew of Salem’s immortality. Oz has been betrayed and lied to multiple times, and by experience he believes that the best thing to do is to do the same thing. Even if he had no reason, and when telling the truth would have saved him so much trouble.RWBYQ weren't mad that he lied about Slame’s immortality to the world. He lied to them. They were out there risking their lives, in Qrow’s case for YEARS, and Oz had no plan and was pretty much leading them on a suicide mission.

Unlike Oz, who had worked on the facade for years, Ruby made her choice in the spur of the moment. She did it once she heard everything about Ironwood’s plans and realized that telling him the truth would do FAR more harm than good right now. Was it a mistake? Probably, and it will bite her in the butt sooner or later. But she’s still young. She’s still learning. She’s only been the leader of this huge group for... what? 24 hours? She doesn't have the experience that Oz has, and he’s not there to help them. Ruby is the one they trusted to make the decisions, and she made one. It was, for that moment, the best decision because who know how Ironwood would have reacted if he found out that Salem was immortal. In his current state, it could have been a disaster, so Ruby did what she had to do.

But this is a good thing. Ruby has to learn to become a leader, and that includes using her judgment, making difficult choices, and dealing with the consequences of those actions. For the most part, a leader of Tem RWBY most everything either went fine or the consequences were minimal. In V6, there were problems, but they were ones that they solved. Heck, we see it here with them all getting off scot-free for their theft. This time? When the consequence shit, it’s not going to be an easy fix. She will have to deal with the consequences because of her choices. Whether her choice was the right one or not is debatable, but it has its pros and cons. She buys them time and allows Ironwood to not go off the deep end... but when the truth comes out, the trust will be broken and she will be the one who has to take responsibility for her choices.

Now she knows where Oz was coming form. Now again, it’s different int hat Oz trusted no one and lied to everyone, even those fighting for the same thing. Ruby made a split-second judgment call and it was well-intentioned. But I imagine that that was the slippery slope that Oz was on. After all, he thought that it was best to lie to Salem about the true reasons he was brought back and look at how that ended. The pathway to Hell is paved by good intentions, after all. I think that Ruby will get a better of understanding of why Oz made the choices that he did, and perhaps Oz will learn from his own mistakes and not withhold anything when he decides to return. Which will hopefully allow them to reconcile. But in the end, I think that Ruby is going to make mistakes, but she will learn and will become a better leader than Oz, because she’s going to do things her way.

#rwby #rwby7

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shikastemari · 5 years ago

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— goal; shikatemadai. ࿐ྂ。

written for Shikadai Week 2019 | day 02 - betrayal

words | 1704

rating | K

warning | none

a/n | i have no clue where i was heading with this and i made this way more dramatic than it probably should’ve (honestly, there’s someone rubbing off on me a lot lately) but here it is. also, maybe, there’ll be a part two but who knows, i don’t really like doing those. 👀

masterlist in bio

Shikadai never understood why the hell his parents cared so much about sports.

Yes, the two of them were respected shinobi, known worldwide by their actions in the last Shinobi War, but somehow, Shikadai doubt his father could run a mile without his smoker lungs taking a toll on him, and his mother, although incredibly talented, probably hadn’t cardio exercises as her strongest suit.

So, the fact both were fanatic over football just made the young Nara head to hurt.

He didn’t even have to ask why both of them were arguing when he got home from school. Him being 12 years old, he had seen how argumentative both get every time a World Cup starts. Shikamaru always liked to point it out how weak Suna strategics to win games were, and Temari was a fan of showing how many times Konoha could lose opportunities to win the matches.

In other words, all of it was a real drag.

Shikadai tried to sneak in without making too much noise. If he wanted to reach his room, he would have to go through the living room, where the loud screams and curses were coming from. They were usually bad, but when the game was Konoha versus Suna?

They were unbearable.

He was sure his father didn’t even like soccer that much, that he would do it just to piss his mom off. She was a huge fan since Shikadai could remember. The woman wanted him to learn how to kick before even learning the family jutsu’s, she was that obsessed.

“See? Your team sucks!” Temari’s cheerful voice reached his ear. Suna was probably winning if she was happy.

“Temari, we both know Suna’s goalkeeper suck. The penalties are about to start, we are still in the game,” Shikamaru retorted.

Passing through the living room, giving one quick glance to tv and he noticed the players getting together in a line, middle field. The game ended up in a tie, and now it was going straight for penalties. His parents would be hard to handle after it’s over.

“Shikadai, we didn’t see you there,” his father pointed out and the boy noticed too late he stopped to stare at the tv for too long. “Now that you are here, you can help me to put some sense into your mom’s head.”

“Dai, tell him our goalies are the best and we can totally crush his team,” Temari said, narrowing a copy of his own eyes to her husband.

Shikamaru had a cigarette on his lips, but it wasn’t lit. Temari imposed a very strict rule of no smoking inside the house. Shikadai knew it meant his father was nervous, not actually believing Konoha could win against Suna.

“Tem, the guy literally couldn’t defend a goal from Kiri. It was just terrible to watch, and you know that” Shikamaru looked at his son, waiting for some backup. He chose to remain in silence, though, earning a sigh from his father.

“It happens! It doesn’t mean he’s bad because he screwed up one time,” Temari argued.

“He did it against Iwa as well,” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow.

“He isn’t bad if he screwed up tw-”

“Remember when he-”

“OKAY!” She folded her arms against her chest, “I got it. Repeat one more time and I’ll tear your tongue out.”

Shikadai didn’t know how long it took from the end of the game to the penalty to start, but he was sure today was longer than usual. He did think of staying there until it started, although it would be too risky for him. There was one particular thing he was desperate to avoid.

“Who are you cheering for, Shikadai?” Shikamaru changed the attention to his kid.

And it was that exact question. Every single World Cup, Shikadai had been running away from choosing a team. As both of his parents looked at him with expectation, he felt the anxiety building up. How was he supposed to choose one of them? Why would they want for Shikadai to choose one?

He had tried before. “Both” and “none” never made a real effect and they never took it as an actual answer. “I don’t care about football” apparently wasn’t an answer good enough either. They tried hard not to push him, but deep down he knew they were eager for an answer.

“To whoever wins,” Shikadai shrugged.

“Just tell your father you’re a Suna fan.”

“End your mom’s craziness and tell her the truth.”

“Craziness?”

That was how another fight started.

They kept arguing, although he was aware it wasn’t a real argument. Both could annoy the hell out of each other, but they would always go back to their usual self once the game was over. Shikadai would even risk saying they had a really fun dynamic.

Shikadai risked another glance to the tv, the goalie from Suna and the opponent from Konoha were getting ready to start. Shikadai just sighed once before speaking.

“Suna won the World Cup 5 times,” he started and both of his parents turned to him, “y’a know they have a huge shot of winning also this one,” he said the last part looking at his father.

Temari smiled proudly, ready to tease Shikamaru when Shikadai kept going.

“However,” Shikadai completed, “Konoha’s team is doing an amazing campaign this year. The attack is the best of the competition so far, and they have been destroying their opponents one by one. I think they’ll take this one.”

Both stayed silent and stared at their son, with his mouth agape. Not even his dad saw it coming. Only when Konoha scored the first goal, the couple came out of a trance.

Shikamaru turned to say something to Temari, but stopped midway as he watched her hurt expression. Shikadai knew she must have been feeling a little betrayed and he hated he was the one causing it. He never wanted to stab any of his parents, but that was what his mom tried to hide with a sad smile.

She turned back to the television, waiting for Suna to have the next penalty, without saying a word. Shikamaru joined her, and the young Nara spotted when his old man covered her tiny hand with his own.

The path to Shikadai’s bedroom felt longer than usual. He couldn’t shake this bad feeling away for hurting his mom’s feelings. He threw a few curses at himself for not choosing to stay quiet. As soon as he reached the room, he realized there was a package over his bed.

Opening it carefully, Shikadai got himself looking at a Suna football team jersey. The shirt was beige and carried the simple shield on the right side, and behind there was his name, Nara Shikadai, in white with the number one.

Next to the bed, there was a little note with his mom handwriting. “You’re always my number one.”

The crack in Shikadai’s heart was almost audible, the weight on his heart getting worse and worse by second. He couldn’t understand why such sport could mean so much to her and he realized he never asked. Not once. While he was sure his father turned into a football fan after he met his mother, she had been on this road for a while.

Shikadai didn’t know much about her, he noticed. Not the woman behind the mom. The Temari before the marriage, before Konoha. He didn’t know her hobbies, or what she liked to do when she was young. He didn’t know about her past much, except both her parents died when she was pretty young.

He felt terrible. As in, he failed her as a son, and as a human being. Every time they went to Suna, he was way more focused on playing with Shinki or asking his Uncles to show something cool with their jutsus.

Suddenly, Shikadai knew how to fix it.

No clue how much time he got stuck in his room, lost in his thoughts. When he reached the living room, his parents weren’t there anymore. So, he followed to the next possible room.

His mom sat on the kitchen table, reading a newspaper while his father was next to the oven, preparing something to eat. The scene in front of him was so unusual, it could only mean one thing.

Konoha lost.

Shikadai almost wanted to laugh, but he held it in. Again, his father was the first to spot him.

“Hungry? Hope you like ramen,” Shikamaru said and his son noticed there was a red spot on his pink apron. He couldn’t remember something red going on the ramen, but he decided not to mention it.

“Starving,” he replied, looking at his mom now, who stared him back. “Did Suna win?”

“5-3.” She replied with a small smile, “one more time, Suna is the best in the world.”

“Speaking of which,” Shikadai blurted out, taking a deep breath. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. “I want to go there.”

“To where? The stadium?” Temari questioned.

“No, to Suna.”

“But you’ve been to Suna before,” his mom pointed out.

“Yes, but I never really paid too much attention to it, did I? I wanna get to know your favorite places, where you grew up, what you used to do when you weren’t kicking dad’s ass-”

“Language, young boy,” Shikamaru intervened and Shikadai doubted the interruption was due to the wording there.

“Anyway, just show me, teach me about Suna and your past,” Shikadai let out a breath. “What do you tell me?”

His mother just stared at him, completely inexpressive. He remembered his dad once saying she could hide emotions like no one, and Shikadai didn’t quite understand it until that moment.

It was like he blinked and the next second, two arms were wrapped around him, pulling him into the tightest hug he had been to. He heard his mother sniffing next to him, and all he could do was to involve her back.

Over her shoulder, Shikadai spotted his father’s proud smile and the older Nara blinked back at him, approving of his way of fixing things, and that was when he realized, he had scored the biggest goal of the night.

#shikadaiweek2019 #shikadai nara #shikadai #shikatema #shikamaru #shikamaru nara #temari

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nothingeverlost · 5 years ago

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I’m really curious about Thanksgiving in the Nabokov verse. When they are an established married couple what is it like for them to have Thanksgiving with Belle’s father, someone who is not aware of their daddy dom relationship?

So this takes place about 6 months after their commitment ceremony, which is sort of wedding-ish in tems of being a celebration of them belonging to each other, but isn’t really a wedding because they’re not legally married and their relationship isn’t like that. Moe wasn’t invited.

I don’t think I’ve posted the fic with Moe and Gold’s first meeting. They haven’t met often despite the fact that Gold and Belle have been together for about 3 years.

As usual a reminder that this is a sub/dom bdsm daddy/little verse. There’s a little bit of smuttiness and soe references to their relationship.

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“Thank you for inviting my dad, papa.” He would be arriving any minute, and Belle was nervous. Her dad had only been to the house a couple of times, and never for a holiday. She’d always gone to his house for at least part of the day, but she’d moved in with her papa almost a year ago and they’d celebrated their commitment last spring.

“This is your home, little one.” He kissed her forehead gently. “And anyone important to you is important to me too.”

She hugged him, wrapping her arms around it and burying her face against his neck. She knew he had no great fondness for her father, and her dad had trouble accepting that she was living with someone only a few years younger than himself. He didn’t know the details about their relationship or their commitment, and Belle planned on keeping it that way. Just the idea of discussing sex at all with her dad was weird, let alone him knowing that she was a submissive who called her lover papa.

“He’s here.” He knocked firmly three times. Her father wasn’t shy or hesitant. Belle nuzzled her papa’s neck one last time before going for the door.

“Happy Thanksgiving dad.” She would have given him a hug but he carried a bouquet of flowers. She hoped the presence of red dahlias and lavender were about color and texture, not a subtle message.

“They’re beautiful. I’ll put them in water.” it was, perhaps, a cowardly thing to do but the flowers really did need water and her papa wasn’t intimidated by her dad. Her dad didn’t know there was any reason to feel intimidated. She filled a vase with water and arranged the bouquet, putting it on the sideboard in the dining room. It was too tall to put on the table and would block everyone’s view. She came back to find the two most important people in her life talking politely about their respective businesses. Her dad had a beer, her papa a glass of wine.

“I poured you a glass.” Her papa nodded at the wineglass sitting on the coffee table.

“Thank you.” It was natural to kiss his cheek. She didn’t think about it until she saw her dad from the corner of her eye, lips pressed together. Well he was going to have to get used to it; she wasn’t going to hide how she felt.

“I’m going to check on things.” He wasn’t hiding either, giving her knee a squeeze before standing. It was a tame touch, but not one that her father appreciated.

“Have you gone fishing lately?” she asked, at the same time he said “Have you looked into grad school?”

“I haven’t even been out of college for a year, dad. I like where I am.” The local college didn’t have a grad program in library science, something her dad knew from the many times she’d lamented the fact. If she wanted a masters she’d have to go somewhere else. She’d be gone a couple of years. She could imagine why her dad liked that idea. “I’m working on a storytime program now at the library because they trust me, and I work a couple of shifts at A Novel Idea. I get paid to talk about books at two different jobs, and that makes me happy.”

“You could be anything, Belle. Why limit yourself?” Belle wasn’t sure how to answer and gave herself a moment by taking a sip of her wine. She didn’t want to snap at him, no matter how frustrating she found his attitude.

“Belle has the brains and talents to be anything she wants, Mr. French. Nothing is stopping her.” Her papa stood in the doorway, leaning on his cane with one hand, a towel stuck in his waistband as a sort of apron. “Dinner is ready if you’d both like to sit.”

“It smells delicious.” Belle picked up her drink and carried it into the dining room, sitting at her usual place. Her papa sat at the head of the table, and she was to his left. Her dad was across from her. Papa had set the table. The table she and her dad shared at his place was round, without any defined head of table, so it didn’t feel weird.

“The bird looks good,” her dad complemented with careful politeness. When papa picked up the carving knife she could see that her dad would have been glad to take over, but he didn’t say anything. The meal was fairly silent as they loaded up their plates and started eating. What conversation they did have was limited to the weather, the article in the paper about a new stop sign, and the food.

“Papa can you pass the mashed potatoes?” Belle was distracted enough by the tension in the room that she didn’t think about what she’d said until it was too late. Her papa, thankfully, had more control. His hand twitched a little but he didn’t react and allowed her dad to be the one to pass the food to her.

“Watching Beauty and the Beast again? The last time you called me papa was when you were obsessing over that movie. You wouldn’t wear anything for a month unless it was a blue or a gold dress.” Moe smiled, and Belle smiled back. She’d almost worn out the VHS. “I don’t suppose you had any reason to see the movie, Gold. No kids of your own, right? It doesn’t seem that long ago that Belle was a child.”

“Belle introduced me to it; it’s such a romantic film. You have every right to be proud that the child you raised is now a strong woman.” Belle had to cover her mouth with her napkin to keep from giggling. Watching them was almost like watching a tennis match.

“You’ll make me blush, sweetheart.” Belle bit down gently on her lower lip. Her papa only quirked one eyebrow at her. Or at least that was his first action. A moment later she felt a hand on her thigh and long fingers making circles against her skin. She had to fight to keep from reacting.

“Of course I’m proud of her,” her dad grumbled. Her papa’s hand moved a little higher, brushing the tip of one finger against her clit. She didn’t wear underwear at home, and her dad’s visit didn’t change that.

“Thanks dad.” She hoped he would blame any pinkness in her cheeks to his compliment. She couldn’t decide if she hoped that her papa would stop or that he wouldn’t.

“Dessert?” her papa suggested a minute later after a few more teasing strokes. She felt bereft when he withdrew his fingers.

“I’ll help you,” Belle volunteered. She wasn’t sure she could sit across from her dad when they were alone.

“Would you prefer the pecan or the pumpkin?” he asked when they were in the kitchen.

“I’d rather have you, papa,” she said low enough that no one outside of the room would be able to hear her.

“Soon, my dearest. Very soon.” He cupped her chin so she was looking up at him. “When or if you want to further your education I support that completely, but until then nothing about your talents are being wasted.”

“Thank you.” She hadn’t realized quite how her dad’s attitude had affected her.

“Anything for you, my little one.” He let her lean against him for a moment before they prepared three plates of dessert and carried them out to the table. As much as she loved her dad she couldn’t wait until it was just her and papa again.

#verse: nabokov #rumbelle fic #my fic #thanksgiving fic #Anonymous darling

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angellazull · 5 years ago

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Veela Desaparecido

Parte 7 - Final 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

Penny andou apressada e puxou Ângelo para ficarem frente a frente, o rosto dele estava vermelho e não conseguia olhar Penny nós olhos. Os piores pensamentos sobre o que eles poderiam dizer começaram a passar por sua mente. Contudo a garota o olhava com um olhar complacente, inesperadamente ela o abraçou muito forte, ignorando qualquer menção a sua forma Veela.

– Ainda bem que o Ollie te encontrou, eu estava tão preocupa, achei que tinha acontecido alguma coisa, eu não sei o que faria se você estivesse machucado.

– Penny...? – Ele estava incrédulo, enquanto ela o abraçava mais forte. – É Penny... você... está puxando minhas... penas...

– Me desculpe. – Penny o soltou imediatamente, com isso ela deu uma longa olhada em Ângelo. – Angelo, você é uma Veela também, por que não nos contou?

– Eu... eu tenho... vergonha...

– Angelo, não precisa ter vergonha, somos seus amigos, você é importante para nós... Você é importante para mim Ângelo.

Penny segurou seu rosto com carinho e delicadeza, com um olhar terno, ela o beijou, em surpresa Ângelo paralisou se ação, seus olhos arregalados olharam para a garota. Fechando os olhos, ele se deixou levar, aos poucos

Enquanto isso, Ollie já tinha assumido sua forma humana, ele começou a vestir a camisa.

– Como foi que você nos achou? – Ollie perguntou para Talbott.

– Vocês estavam demorando, então comecei a voar sobre a floresta para ver se conseguia vê-los, encontrei a Penny quando sobrevoei uma clareira alguns metros, quando vi vocês dois, eu mostrei o caminho para ela. Mas não imaginei que vocês estariam assim, você não gosta de assumir sua forma Veela.

– Eu sei, mas Ângelo tem vergonha de sua forma, ele precisava ver que não tem nada errado. – Ollie disse vestindo a capa. – E ele não tem quem o ajude a controlar suas transformações.

– Acho que agora ele tem. – Talbott indicou os dois.

Ângelo e Penny já tinham se separado e estavam abraçados novamente. Ele não estava mais em sua forma Veela, seu peito e braços coberto de penas voltou ao normal e as asas desapareceram.

– Na verdade fui eu que insistiu para o Ollie vir procurar você comigo, ele não revelou o seu segredo, na verdade ele guardou seu segredo muito bem.

– Ollie, me desculpe, eu achei que você tinha contado, eu... fiquei com medo... eu só não queria que vocês descobrissem assim...

– Está tudo bem Ângelo, não precisa ter mais vergonha. – Penny segurou a mão de Ângelo. – Estamos com você e somos seus amigos. Vamos voltar para o castelo, se não receberem notícias nossas é bem capaz do professora Sprout e o professor Flitwick terem um ataque.

– Certo, eu só vou colocar minha camisa.

Ângelo pegou suas roupas que estavam ao lado da pedra e as vestiu apressadamente, enquanto os quatro tomavam o caminho de volta, Angel segurou a manga das vestes de Ollie.

– Ollie, eu... espero que possa me perdoar, eu não devia ter duvidado de você, é só que eu realmente entrei em pânico, nunca tive coragem de contar sobre esse meu lado para ninguém, só contei para você, e parece que contei para a pessoa certa.

Se conseguir se segurar Angel abraçou Ollie mais forte do que antes.

– Está na hora de contar sobre o dia em que conheci, Sebastian Radesh.

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Missing Veela

Part 7 - End 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

Penny walked hurriedly and pulled Angelo to face each other, his face was red and he couldn't look Penny in the eyes. The worst thoughts of what they could say began to cross his mind. However the girl was looking at him with a full look, unexpectedly she hugged him very tightly, ignoring any mention of his Veela form.

"Good thing Ollie found you, I was so worried, I thought something had happened, I don't know what I would do if you were hurt."

"Penny ...?" He was incredulous as she hugged him tighter, her hands clenched tightly over the feathers of his back. "It's Penny ... you ... are pulling my ... feathers ..."

"Excuse me." Penny released him immediately, so she took a long look at Angelo. "Angelo, you're Veela too, why didn't you tell us?"

"I ... I'm ... ashamed ..." "Angelo, no need to be ashamed, we are your friends, you are important to us ... You are important to me Angelo."

Penny held his face tenderly and gently, with a tender look, she kissed him, in surprise Angelo froze in action, his wide eyes stared at the girl. Closing his eyes, he slowly drifted away.

Meanwhile, Ollie had already assumed his human form, he began to wear the shirt.

"How did you find us?" Ollie asked Talbott.

"You were taking so long, so I started flying over the forest to see if I could see you, I found Penny when I flew over a clearing a few meters, when I saw you both, I showed you the way. But I didn't imagine you would be like this, you don't like to assume your Veela form. "

"I know, but Angelo is ashamed of his form, he needed to see that there is nothing wrong." Ollie said wearing the cape. "And he has no one to help him control his transformations."

"I think he has now." Talbott indicated both.

Angelo and Penny had already split up and were hugging each other again. He was no longer in his Veela form, his feather-covered chest and arms returned to normal and the wings disappeared.

"Actually, I was the one who insisted Ollie come to see you with me, he didn't reveal his secret, in fact he kept his secret very well."

"Ollie, I'm sorry, I thought you told me, I ... I was scared ... I just didn't want you to find out like this ..."

"It's okay Angelo, you don't have to be ashamed anymore." Penny took Angelo's hand. "We're with you and your friends. Let's go back to the castle, if you don't hear from us, Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick might well have a fit."

"Okay, I'll just put my shirt on."

Angelo picked up his clothes from the side of the stone and hurriedly dressed them as the four of them made their way back. Angel gripped the sleeve of Ollie's robes.

"Ollie, I ... I hope you can forgive me, I shouldn't have doubted you, it's just that I really panicked, I never had the courage to tell anyone about this side of me, I just told you, and it seems that I told the right person. "

If she can hold on, Angel hugged Ollie harder than before.

"It's time to tell you about the day I met, Sebastian Anguslow."

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🇧🇷 – Aqui está a parte final dessa pequena série Veela Desaparecido, finalmente Ângelo se sente confortável em compartilhar sua forma de Veela com Penny, Talbott e principalmente com Ollie, se não fosse por ele, Ângelo ainda se sentiria inseguro em sua forma de veela. Parece que o plano de Ollie deu certo.

Obrigado Ollie.

(E obrigado @ryollie, por me deixar compartilhar essa história junto com o Ollie. Espero que Ângelo e Ollie possam viver mais aventuras juntos. Melhores Amigos Veela pra Sempre.)

🇬🇧 — Here's the final part of this little Missing Veela series, finally Angelo feels comfortable sharing his Veela form with Penny, Talbott and especially Ollie, if it wasn't for him, Angelo would still feel insecure in his Veela form. It seems that Ollie's plan worked.

Thanks Ollie.

(And thanks @ryollie, for letting me share this story with Ollie. I hope Angelo and Ollie can live more adventures together. Best Friends Veela Forever.)

#hogwarts mystery #ollie potter #ollie and angelo #angelo lancaster #veela friends #veela #BFVF

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whatifyouimagined · 5 years ago

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Fica Comigo

Fandom: Harry Potter (época do trio de ouro)

Ship: Draco Malfoy x S/N

GIF: nenhum gif que aparece aqui é de autoria minha

Avisos: 👅 e relacionamento abusivo por parte do pai do Draco + violência física e psicológica

Autor: @malfycs

Link Imagine Original

Pedido: “Draco x S/N. Eles namoram desde o terceiro ano. E o Draco quer que a primeira vez deles seja perfeita. Bem fofo mas bem hot também”

Sinopse:

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O quarto estava silencioso, com um ar tenso e desconfortável. Não era a primeira vez que você jantava na mansão dos Malfoy, e com certeza não era a primeira vez que você escutava os insultos do Lucius sobre você, mas as palavras dele sempre conseguiam rasgar o seu peito como facas toda vez que você as ouvia.

Você conheceu o Draco logo no primeiro ano, e dizer que vocês dois se odiavam era um eufemismo. Vocês realmente não suportavam um ao outro. Especialmente quando você foi pra Grifinória.

Entretanto, quando vocês chegaram no terceiro ano, o ‘relacionamento’ de vocês tinha começado a mudar pra pequenos sorrisos e provocações aqui e ali. Ele tinha sido o primeiro a demonstrar sentimentos por você, quando te levou pra Torre Astronômica no meio da noite, quando viu você estudando na biblioteca. Ele, num ato que te pegou completamente de surpresa, te beijou gentilmente antes mesmo que vocês pudessem conversar.

Daquele dia em diante, vocês dois se tornaram inseparáveis. E o pai dele não aprovava isso nem um pouco.

“Pai, por favor! Já se passaram dois anos e...“, Draco tentou te defender, mas o pai dele o interrompeu batendo sua mão na mesa e silenciando todos que estavam presentes.

“Como você ousa falar assim comigo!? Eu sou o seu pai, é você que tem que me escutar!“, Lucius disse se levantando, pegando o Draco pela garganta e o colocando contra a parede. Um grito de desespero saiu da boca de Narcissa e da sua enquanto o corpo de Draco era jogado contra a parede.

“Lucius, não!“, Narcissa gritou, tentando fazer com que soltasse o seu filho.

Sabendo que qualquer coisa que você disesse só iria pior a situação, você apenas colocou sua mão em um dos ombros de Draco, pra que ele soubesse que você estava ali por ele. Ele murmurou e fechou os olhos. Não tinha nada que você ou a mãe dele poderiam fazer. Lucius ia parar quando ele quisesse parar.

Alguns instantes pareciam horas, até que Lucius finalmente se conteve. Draco finalmente respirou aliviado e imediatamente se virou pra você. E você só soube que deveria abraça-lo o mais forte que conseguisse, pois situações assim o abalavam fortemente. Ele queria sair dali, você conseguia sentir isso. Então você apenas balançou a cabeça para Narcissa, ignorando Lucius completamente antes de ir em direção a porta da mansão dos Malfoy. A noite estava fria e escura como nunca.

“Tá tudo bem, Draco, Nós vamos embora”, Você susurrou enquanto fazia carinho no braço dele na tentativa de acalma-lo.

Ele assentiu com a cabeça, te olhando enquanto você tirava sua varinha do bolso. Você então a balançou no ar e imediatamente vocês desapareceram dali, reaparecendo no seu quarto. Assim que ele avistou sua cama, não quis saber de mais nada e já foi imediatamente levantando as cobertas pra se aconchegar embaixo delas.

You furrowed your eyebrows, everything that just happened still processing in your mind, but you couldn’t completely subside the anger in your blood until you heard the broken crack in Draco’s voice as he called you over.

“Come here, love. Please…” He whispered, reaching out for your arm. He managed to get a hold of your elbow, just enough to pull you onto the bed with him.

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and cuddling into his chest.

“That wasn’t meant to happen.” You whispered. your voice wavering against your own will. All you could see was the fear in Draco’s eyes as his father began to get violent. It was utterly terrifying. “I was so scared of what he would do to you.”

Draco wound his arms around you, rubbing circles into your spine. It was relaxing, but the nerves in the pit of your stomach had not disappeared.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He wasn’t going to hurt me.”

You could tell he was lying by the sudden shake in his hand. You shook your head.

“He was. He was going to hurt you, and he would have done it because of me. Because even the slightest thought of me being there for you longer than he would like angered him so much that he would hurt you. And he would’ve done it because of me-”

“Nonsense!” Draco pulled away, looking into your eyes. “If he were to really hurt me, he would lay a hand on you, because nothing will hurt me more than losing the love of my life. Nothing would affect me more than having to bear the thought of living without you, without the only part of me that hasn’t been corrupted by blood and nightmares and destinies I never asked for. Me, right here, this is my destiny. Me, beside you. That… that is my destiny.”

Your lip began to quiver, his words reaching your heart in tons. You reached up to weave your fingers through his hair, pushing his head against yours and connecting your lips with his. It wasn’t the first time you and Draco kissed, and it surely would not be the last, but this kiss was different. This kiss was passionate, filled with love and desire and destiny all in one. You and Draco were meant for each other. Nothing would separate the two of you.

“Y/N.” Draco muttered against your lips as you had suddenly climbed atop of him, your hands moving down to the hem of his shirt.

You pulled away from him in question, furrowing your eyebrows. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his eyes showing nothing but concern.

“Before we get ahead of ourselves-” You already knew everything he was going to say, so you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t worry…” You whispered against his jaw, sucking softly onto the skin. Draco sighed at the feeling. “I want this.”

Draco’s eyes suddenly widened, and he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“This is big, Y/N.” You nodded, knowing what you were getting yourself into. But it was worth it. Draco was worth it.

“I know, Draco.” You averted your eyes, your hands going to the hem of his jeans.

Draco had other plans as he pushed your hands away and flipped you so you were lying under him, catching your attention and cupping your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, placing his forehead against yours.

You gave him a small smile, the nerves in the pit of your stomach suddenly growing. But you were sure you wanted this. You wanted it more than anything in that moment, and nothing was going to stop you. Not even Draco’s father.

“Yes.”

That was all Draco needed before softly planting his lips onto yours, his hands flat beside your head to prevent his weight from crushing you. This kiss was more intense, hands roaming everywhere. You stopped at the belt buckle of his jeans, slightly hesitating, causing Draco to pull away.

Was this okay? Were you starting this off all wrong?

Draco noticed your eyes, and as if being able to read your mind, he whispered softly through the warm air in the room, “It’s okay, love. Keep going.”

You nodded, your hands fumbling with his belt. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even unbuckle it. Your cheeks began to burn as a soft chuckle escaped Draco’s lips, his hands covering yours and guiding you.

He looked back up at you as you got the hang of it, a loving smile on his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You know I’d never hurt you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know.” You insisted before finally pushing his jeans down, Draco helping by kicking them off to the side of the room.

Draco went back to peppering kisses upon your lips, his mouth roaming to your neck. His hands slid up to your waist, and he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, signalling that he wanted it off.

You took the hint, immediately sitting up and removing your shirt so that you were now just in your bra and skinny jeans. You rushed to get your jeans off, and Draco followed by removing his shirt. Draco smiled softly, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, not once ever looking anywhere else in fear of intimidating you. You noticed his actions and smiled comfortably.

He was so considerate and sweet, it was almost unbearable.

You and Draco were now just in your undergarments, and Draco began to pepper kisses against your chest. You sighed, running your hands through his hair as he sucked on the skin right above your breasts.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes now a dark blue under the moonlight that peaked through the curtains of the room. Luckily you didn’t share a dorm with anyone, so you didn’t need to fear anyone walking in on you. Draco didn’t worry about a thing, just focusing on different ways to please you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your stomach, stamping dark blue marks into your skin, making sure they will be there in the morning to remind you of this night.

Your cheeks flushed as you heard the rasp in his voice, the endearing tone clogging your senses. His right hand slipped under your back, and you arched up from the bed so he could unclasp your bra. You let him remove the white, lacy bra from your chest, freeing your breasts. You were so glad you decided to wear nice lingerie tonight.

Draco groaned at the sight above him, removing his lips from your stomach. He moved up your body, his hands close to your breasts. He looked up at you in question.

“Go ahead, Draco. We’re not stopping now.” You urged him, placing your hands over his and setting them on your breasts. He took a minute to process what was happening before beginning to rub gently, your breath hitching in your throat. He massaged you for a bit before deciding to put his mouth to good use, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and suckling it into his mouth.++

A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands slamming against the bed and body arching into his touch. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, twirling his tongue around your nipple and flicking softly. You gasped, gripping the bed sheets and squirming underneath him. Draco removed his hand from your right breast, replacing it with his mouth and repeating his attack.

Your breath began to quicken. If he was effecting you just by this, you could only wonder how you would feel when the real thing started.

“D-Draco.” You called, catching his attention, his mouth making a popping sound as he removed his lips from your breasts.

“I-Is this okay? Was I too harsh? D-Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head at him, bringing him to you and sharing a feverish kiss. He sighed against your mouth, his hands massaging your hips, rubbing gentle circles over the bones.

“I want more. I want it now.” You whispered, only slightly startling Draco by your words.

He pulled away from you, freezing. “A-Are you sure? I-I don’t wanna start something you might regret.”

You immediately shook your head, caressing his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. “I’d never regret this, Draco. I trust you more than anyone. Please?”

Draco eyed you for a moment, just in case he sensed any hesitation, but he found nothing. So he nodded, looking between your bodies.

“I-It’s gonna hurt… but I just want you to know that I’m here when it does, and that you can tell me to stop. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. Okay? Can you promise me that?”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I promise, Draco.”

One last reassuring nod, and Draco’s fingers began slip under your panties. He stopped for a moment, looked up at you in question to which you assured him, and slipped them off and down your legs.

You were now completely bare in front of Draco, and his eyes twinkled in admiration. Slowly, he opened your legs and bit his lip at the sight of your already wet pussy. You noticed this and subconsciously closed your legs tightly, to which angered Draco.

“Don’t.” he insisted, pushing them apart again and rubbing circles on your inner thigh. You were utterly beautiful to Draco, and he didn’t want you hiding yourself from him. You didn’t have to, and he wanted you to know that.

He bent down to place a feather kiss upon your knee, slowly trailing up to where he was kissing your inner thigh. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core, and you waited in anticipation for when he finally did. But he never did, for his kisses completely passed exactly where you needed him to your other thigh.

“D-Draco. Don’t be such an arse. Either give me what I want, or stop playing and let’s get to business.” You demanded, threading your fingers through his hair as you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Anything to make you happy, princess.” Draco chuckled before finally placing his lips against your core.

You gasped loudly, tightening your grip in his hair and squirming. He placed a hand over your stomach to hold you down as his tongue began to assault you, tracing figure eights against your clit.

“F-Fuck!” You yelped as he traced his tongue between your folds, his thumb replacing his mouth over your clit, putting pressure there.

You could already feel the pit of your stomach tightening, but it was too soon. Too, too soon. It couldn’t happen just yet, you needed to hang in there.

But it felt so good.

“Love.” Draco called for you, calling for your attention.

You groaned in frustration when Draco removed his mouth from your pussy, slowly licking his lips.

“W-What is it, Draco?” You stuttered, hardly able to concentrate on your words, but you somehow managed to get a full sentence out.

“I-I can do something else. But it might hurt and feel odd at first. I need your permission. I won’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You already had a feeling about what he was talking about, and your stomach tightened even more in anticipation. You nodded quickly.

Draco reconnected his mouth with your clit, causing a harsh gasp to escape your lips. The hand that was massaging your clit just moments before moved from above your body to between your legs.

Draco placed a quick kiss on your inner thigh before going back to your pussy and gently tracing your hole with his index finger.

You hissed, digging your hands in the sheets. Incoherent words escaped your lips as Draco began to push his index finger into you, and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Loud moans escaped your lips, and you were grateful that the walls at Hogwarts were as thick as the wall of China in that moment.

Draco watched as your body arched off the bed, his briefs tightening against his dick uncomfortably. He needed some kind of pressure as he curled his finger into your g-stop and a scream belted from your throat, so he began to grind his hips into the bed.

A moan echoed from his throat, sending vibrations against your core, your breath catching in your throat and your grip tightening on the sheets.

You looked down to see Draco grinding against the bed, and you reached to tap his head, signaling him to stop.

He pulled away from you with a pop, slowly removing his finger from you and locking it clean.

“Come here.” You commanded, grabbing his chin and giving him a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist and rotating your hips.

Draco instantly groaned, his mouth dropping open at the action. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering hickey’s upon hickey’s on the skin as you continued to rub your bare core against him.

You could feel him harden almost immediately, and you smiled triumphantly as you listened to the groans that his escaped his mouth every time you managed to rub yourself against him.

“Y-Y/N… Bloody hell.” He moaned, grinding his hips against yours roughly.

You ran your hand through his hair and pulled, igniting a growl from the back of his throat. You threw your head back at the sound, giving Draco more access to your neck.

“Fuck it.” He said before pulling away and removing his briefs, his dick springing out and slapping against his stomach, obviously aching. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You gulped at the size of him. Draco noticed the questionable stare, and he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look him in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, my love. We can stop here, if you’d like.” His accent was thick and raspy, definitely a turn on.

You looked back down at his dick, noticing the dark pink color, a bit of precum leaking from the tip. It looked as if he was almost in pain. You couldn’t leave him like that. And besides… You wanted this.

“No.” You said firmly, wrapping your legs back around him, his dick slapping against your thigh, causing you to gasp lightly.

Draco smiled. You were just so cute.

“I want this, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.” You said before wounding your arms around his neck, nerves coursing through your veins.

Draco’s deep-sea blue orbs bored into yours before he nodded softly, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Give me your hands.” He held his weight above you by his elbows, opening his hands for you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but obeyed him, intertwining your fingers with his before he pushed your hands against the bed and steadied himself above you.

“Now, this is gonna feel painful at first, but I need you to trust me. Now more than anything. But when you start feeling pain, just squeeze my hands, okay, Love? As hard as you need to, just squeeze. I promise I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your eyes burned already. He cared so much for you, he always did from the moment you two met, but you never knew just how much until now.

This was a very special moment, a moment you won’t ever forget for the rest of your life. And you were finally ready to accept it.

“I love you, Draco.” You whispered, your voice wavering and a tear slipping down your cheek.

Draco immediately wiped away the tear, a smile making its way upon his lips.

“I love you so much, my love. More than anything.” He pecked your lips a few times before adjusting himself against your hole.

You felt him rub against you, shifting underneath his weight.

“Ready?” Draco whispers against your ear, placing soft kisses beneath your earlobe.

You nodded against him, your voice already fighting against you. But Draco knew what you meant, so he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Instantly, you winced and cried against his shoulder, your fingers tightening around his hands. The pain was excruciating, almost highly unbearable.

Draco was afraid to move as he felt a wetness upon his cheek, knowing you were crying. Slight whimpers escaped your mouth and his heart broke at the sound.

“M-Maybe I should-” Draco began to pull out, but you winced and stopped him.

“N-No! Stop! Just- Just move. Please!” You begged, digging your nails into Draco’s knuckles as he began to thrust slowly in and out of you.

He was afraid to fully remove himself from your core, but sooner or later, the pain subsided and turned into pleasure. Your cries of pain were now soft cries of pleasure as Draco thrusted softly, still fearing that if he went any faster, he might hurt you.

“Draco…” You removed one of your hands from his, placing it on his back and squeezing. “F-Faster. Please.”

Draco obliged to you commands, creating a steady pace inside of you, hitting a certain spot every time that made your roll your eyes to the back of your head.

You dug your nails into his back and dragged your hand down, leaving like red scratch marks against his pale, milky skin. Draco grunted, snapping his hips faster.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Draco moaned, placing his lips upon yours and sharing a rough kiss. “So, so good.” he mumbled against your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, gasping when a sudden snap of his hips hit a spot that made your legs go weak. He had found your g-spot, and continued to create the same movements, watching as you screamed and the your head back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Sweat began to coat both of your body’s and the only sounds in the room were the slapping of skin, both of your moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach again, and you knew you were close to orgasming. You dragged your nails against Draco’s back once more before trying to create a coherent sentence.

“D-Draco- OH! Fuck, I’m so close!” Draco’s hips snapped faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and you knew he was close to finishing too.

“I know, my love. Me too. Come with me, Y/N.” Draco suddenly slipped his hands between your bodies, placing his thumb over your clit and putting pressure.

He rubbed in fast circles, and you screamed, arching your back off of the bed, your orgasming hitting you like a pile of bricks. The sensation of you clenching your walls around Draco’s member sent him over the edge, his dick pulsing once more before he emptied his load inside of you.

You both rode out your highs, Draco thrusting lazily inside of you before slowly pulling out, causing you to wince.

He plopped down beside you on the bed, completely exhausted. You turned to your side, slightly wincing at the pain between your legs, and faced Draco, noticing a lazy smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, tracing your finger over his chest.

A deep chuckle resonated from his chest, the sound vibrating against your ear as you placed your head upon his chest.

You listened to his heart beat before hearing him whisper something.

His voice sounded light, but his words held a deeper meaning. He knew a storm was brewing and he just needed to be reassured of one thing before the storm finally arrived.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything. And whatever happens… just promise me you’ll stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me and never give up on me. Can you promise me that, my love?”

You nodded against his chest, a lazy smile on your lips. “Always, Draco.”

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shikanaradai · 6 years ago

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ShikaTema Week 2019 – Day 2: Midnight picnic

A/N: Due to being forced to pressured and from popular demands... I’ve decided to post this sad excuse of a fic... Be warned it’s not very “Midnight-picnic”-y cuz... I suck at fluff and writing... I didn’t proofread this because I’ll go “ctrl+a” and “delete” without a heartbeat... Enjoy my comeback fic ig...

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It’s safe to say Shikamaru and Temari don’t like going out on a public date, just snuggling up together in the comfort of their house is good enough for the two. They prefer displaying their affections away from the prying eyes to avoid the teasing, especially from a few blonde and maybe a certain pink haired. When they had their son, Shikadai, seeing the two going out was almost non-existent; despite inheriting the distinct Nara gene, extreme laziness, he was just as stubborn as his mother, and may Shikamaru add, a big mama’s boy – to which Shikadai will refuse profusely as he got older.

The door to the master bedroom slid opened abruptly, surprising the man inside as he turned to the door and watched his wife dragged her feet to the futon next to him. She quickly crawled inside, not giving a care that the door to their room is wide open and that she hasn’t free her hair from their ties. He watched in amusement before standing up and closed the door in her stead and walked back, staring at the big bulge on her futon.

“I heard quite some fuss, what did he do tonight?” He raised his eyes, remembering the screaming just half an hour ago

“Wow, you heard him screaming and didn’t bother to come and help me?” She snarled and he can feel her death glares staring right through his body despite having a huge blanket over her “That son of yours won’t go to sleep… He’s not tired he said…” She grumbled and sat up, the blanket falling down “I thought he inherited that lazy Nara gene of yours, putting him to sleep has been nothing but troublesome lately” She complaint while her husband watched, trying to think up of a reply

“Don’t forget he is also your son… Guess your stubborn-“ He quickly stopped himself before getting himself killed “I mean…”

His wife watched and sighed, pulling off her ties and collapsed back to the pillow “I’m too tired to even fight back… My stubbornness is to blame I assume” She finished his sentence and Shikamaru turned to her

“I was going to say strong determination but I guess that could work” He grinned and quickly dodged a flying pillow to his face “Tem…”

“Shut it… I’m sleepy, talk to me tomorrow” Temari ignored him and quickly turned her back to him and Shikamaru let out a soft chuckle

“What? I find it unfair that you give your attention to your son way more than to your husband” He pretended to sound hurt but he obviously failed when he heard a scoff as a reply

“Puh-lease. You got all my attention when we were dating and even when we just got married”

“Tem… That was 3 years ago” Shikamaru crawled over and sat right behind her, staring at her back “Ever since Dai was born, we haven’t had a date yet”

“Now you’re being a romantic?” She turned to him, raising her eyes “You do know the main reason you’re even barely home is because of your mission, right? Then you got your job with the Hokage, you’re blaming Dai?”

“Don’t be so troublesome…” Shikamaru scratched his head “Look… I was thinking of spending some time alone… Just you and me” He looked at her, her teal eyes shone brightly under the moonlight

“What about Dai?”

“Kaa-chan is willing to look after him. She called me saying how much she missed him” Shikamaru quickly explained “And of course, she’s quite willing to take him on Tuesday…”

“Why Tuesday of all days?”

“And here I always got sent to Suna for forgetting our anniversary…” Shikamaru chuckled softly and leaned in towards her, his head inches away from hers and she can feel her cheeks heat up; it has been ages since his face was this close to her “Oi, I can see you turning into a tomato despite being in such a dark room” He teased and quickly grabbed onto her wrist, stopping them before she punched him away “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, did I?”

“You’re being too sappy all of the sudden… I must be very tired” She grumbled, trying to hide her blush and Shikamaru chuckled

“Tem… Just let me finish my request, please” Shikamaru reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers together and Temari quickly flinched at the gesture

“O-Oi…”

“When Dai is with his grandmother, how about we grab a bite to eat?” He looked straight onto her eyes and Temari blinked. Shikamaru looked at her nervously but then saw her lips turning into a grin

“Might as well” She flashed him her distinct smile, the smile that let him see the light when he was in the dark, the smile that is reserved just for him and his son, the smile that had stolen his heart all those years ago.

“Mama!” The cry of their toddler son echoed the house while his grandmother struggled to hold him back, his parents watched in pain, heartbroken to see their son so upset.

“Shikadai, your parents will only be away for a bit, they’ll return soon” Yoshino tried to calm her grandson down but it’s very obvious that she’s failing miserably, seeing how Shikadai’s still screaming in tears while his hands frantically reached for his mother.

“No! Dai wants mama!” He screamed louder and Shikamaru shook his head from behind

Definitely Temari’s son… He sighed and quickly got elbowed on his hip, teal eyes glaring from his wife

“Dai… Listen to me carefully, hm?” Temari kneeled down as Shikadai clutched onto her kimono tightly, burying his face on her shoulder “Be a good boy and listen to your grandmother, ok? I’ll be back real soon!” She cooed him, her voice soft and gentle, the side that appeared after his, no, their son was born; the side of Temari that Shikamaru grew to love, adding onto the list of other endless things of why he loves Temari with all his being.

“W-Where mama and papa go?” Shikadai sniffled and leaned back, his small baby teal eyes stared straight at his mother’s

“Just nearby, we’ll be quick” Shikamaru kneeled down beside his wife and wiped the tears lingering on Shikadai’s cheeks with his thumb “Be a good boy alright, little fawn? You can do that right?” He grinned and Shikadai nodded reluctantly

“Okaa-san, I really thank you for this” Temari bowed to her mother-in-law, earning a chuckled and a pat from her

“Oh, I want to spend some time with Shikadai anyway” She waved her hand in front of her, motioning that Temari doesn’t need to worry much “You two enjoy your date, take as long as you want” She grinned and Shikamaru rolled his eyes

“We’ll get going then…” Shikamaru mumbled and Temari nodded, they bid farewell to Yoshino and Shikadai before heading off, a picnic basket in Shikamaru’s hand.

“Ah… To be young and in love… Let’s hope for a younger sibling soon hm, Shikadai?” She laughed while closing the door and Shikadai walked inside, still taking glances at his parents’ backs disappearing into the horizon.

The young couple enjoyed a silent walk, just like they used to have when she was working as the Konoha-Suna ambassador with him being her guide. Nearly a decade had passed and nothing changed much since then when they walked down the street, enjoying each other’s company and the silence, well, aside from the fact that they’re now husband and wife instead of mere colleagues. Truth to be told, Temari was kind of expecting a fancy dinner in some weird fancy restaurant and maybe have them holding hand in hand down the street, but seeing Shikamaru’s nervous face with a picnic basket in hand confused her. He wanted a date with her, he yearned for her attention and affections, so why did he tell her not to dress fancy and locked her out of the kitchen for the whole day?

“Close your eyes” Shikamaru brought her back to reality and she wasn’t even listening. She blinked a few times and turned to him, trying to recollect what he just said “Don’t tell me you’re deaf?” He raised his eyes, silently, and trying to be subtle, on judging her expressions. He shook his head in disbelief at his wife’s cluelessness, heck, he kind of finds it cute when she’s just spacing out like that. “Close your eyes” He repeated and quickly grabbed an eye mask, putting it on her

“O-Oi! What are you trying to do?” She asked, taken by surprise how he just blocked her ability to see just like that “Oi Shikamaru!” She called out for him, her arms swinging around on trying to find her husband. He got to admit; she doesn’t seem so intimidating looking like this. It’s not every day you see Sabaku no Temari, pretty much the princess of Suna acting like a lost child. “I swear to god Shikamaru, if you don’t-“ She began to complain but quickly stopped when her legs were lifted up and she could feel two pair of strong arms carrying her, the action earned a small yelp from the kunoichi

“It’s a surprise” She could hear the cheekiness in his tone as she let Shikamaru carry her to god knows where. She lost sense of direction, lost her sense of sight but she can tell from the sound of his feet landing on tiles, that Shikamaru is running on top of roofs. After what felt like hours, which was merely 5 minutes, Shikamaru set her down and took off her blindfold, surprising her with Konoha’s night view from on top of a hill. She stared at the scenery in awe, taking in the beauty of the night sky and the lights down in the village now she calls home, heck, why the hell have she never been here before?

“You like it?” Shikamaru grinned, feeling proud judging on her reaction “I’ve been meaning to show you this place but with Shikadai being all over you, it was quite impossible” He chuckled, walking up to her “It’s bea-“

“Why the hell didn’t you show me this place sooner, Nara?” Temari growled, slapping onto his arm “I’ve been living here for 4 years already and never knew of this place until now?”

“Oi, is this how you’re going to repay for all the troubles I had to go through?” Shikamaru groaned, rubbing his arm and Temari turned around, noticing a picnic set up behind her, bottle of wine, two wine glasses and some food lying on the mat, waiting for her

“So… A picnic in the middle of the night?” She raised her eyes, looking at Shikamaru “You really went through all this trouble just for this?”

“Wow, you’re very much welcome” Shikamaru replied in a mocking tone “I totally didn’t cut my hand a few times making these stuff”

“You what?” She darted to his hand, quickly reaching for it and Shikamaru pulled back

“Oi, I was joking. You really think I’m that bad at cooking?”

“I wouldn’t say bad… but I guess?” She gave him a small shrug and Shikamaru rolled his eyes before grabbing onto her hand, caressing them carefully

“Nara Temari…” He began, making her heart jumped at the sudden mention, the name she can still not get used to “I have to thank you for being able to keep up with my troublesome self while still being able to take care of our son” He continued, his eyes staring straight at hers, his emotions reaching to the very core of her body “And I can’t thank you enough for marrying me…”

“Someone’s being awfully romantic” Temari mumbled but quickly smiled “Not that I don’t mind…” She chuckled, moving closer to him “Only I can take care of your lazy bum now, can I?” She grinned “And your troublesome son”

“Our son” He corrected her and pulled her into a hug “Thank you, Tem…” He mumbled quietly but still loud enough for her to hear.

It’s already well past midnight and the sight of the two heads of the Nara clan is nowhere to be seen. They said they were going for a walk inside the Nara clan forest but that was 3 hours ago and now, the newly made genin is walking down the forest, in search for the two leaders. Saying they’re only going for a walk but with a huge picnic basket in hand, yeah sure, a walk. Going down on a familiar path, he entered a clearing where you can see the starry sky with nothing blocking your views, no trees, no hills, no houses. Scanning the area quickly led him to land his eyes on two shadows, casually laying down on top of the mat, very much relaxed

“Asleep…” He quickly concluded judging by the closeness of the two and seeing how the basket is empty with no food left, the bottle of wine very much empty. He walked over to his target, staring at his parents very much asleep under the night sky, too close for his liking but he can’t complain “What a drag… If you two are going on a date, you should at least said so” He shook his head and pulled out a blanket, putting over them “I know you two hate showing affections in front of me but I’d rather gag from disgust than being worried for you two” He continued to voice his complaint to his unconscious parents. “That blanket won’t let you survive the night so you two better stay warm…” He picked up the empty picnic basket and set the trash inside it. He stood up straight and took a last glance at his parents, a small smile forming on his face and he chuckled, shaking his head “Happy anniversary oyaji, kaa-chan…” He smiled, walking away, letting his parents enjoy some rare moment together, under Konoha’s beautiful starry night.

#shikatemaweek2019 #shikatemaweek #shikatema #shikamaru #temari #shikadai #hope you're happy ed pluto and becks...#im cringing so much rn

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watchoutforthefanfics · 6 years ago

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Sanders Sides Thought (Basically a Fricking Research Paper)

Logan Analysis// “Incomplete” Song

So, I've been listening to "Incomplete" on repeat recently, (you know the puppet song), and my mind kept catching on these: "You're lost." ("I'm right here.") "It's okay-" ("You're acting weird.") "-I was lost once too, but thanks to all of you, life sucks less now."

(Yes, I wrote that from memory, DON’T JUDGE ME.)

Anyway, lost is an interesting word here. Not upset, or confused... But, lost. Which essentially gives you the gist of Logan doesn’t know his place right now, or something of the sorts.

Whether it was just wording for the corny joke or not, I felt like lost meant something I couldn’t exactly picture yet.

So, I started thinking.

Virgil, whose character development is conveniently on screen for all of us to view, was the one who delivered the line. And he says he was lost in the same sense. Me, like the detective I am, tried to remember and refresh on how Virgil changed, or at least how he was BEFORE Accepting Anxiety.

So, I immediately remembered the FIRST video I had ever watched of Thomas Sanders, ‘Taking On Anxiety with Lilly Singh’. This video presents Virgil as the living embodiment of anxiety, unlike the character we know and love today.

Thomas, and Joan, and Talyn, and ALL those wonderful people involved, have deliberately developed each character to be more than what they are assigned in Thomas’s mind. Virgil’s literal whole story arc, Patton’s tendency to hide his feelings, and Roman’s insecurities all exhibit what they are trying to do.

But, Logan is a bit different.

Logan is only developed in kind of bursts (hitting Roman in the eye with a paper wad, yelling “I’m not a joke.”, leaving the group when he isn’t heard, and in the newest video, looking at Patton when Deceit lies about why he wasn’t invited), they come out of nowhere and don’t really lead into a big arc like Virgil’s, or even get mentioned like Patton’s.

Except for in the kinda “rap” part of this song, in which Thomas says, “...to the fact that you have a temperament, which is fine, you just haven’t accepted it...”

So, curious ol’ me, felt the need to google what a temperament was to truly understand what he was saying to Logan. According to dictionary.com, I got two relevant answers:

temperament[ tem-per-uh-muhnt, -pruh-muhnt, -per-muhnt ]

noun.

1. The combination of mental, physical, and emotional traits of a person; natural predisposition. 2. Unusual personal attitude or nature as manifested by peculiarities of feeling, temper, action, etc., often with a disinclination to submit to conventional rules or restraints.

The second one is fairly acceptable, referring to his temper and issues with it, like I was previously discussing. But the first one, launched me into everything.

So, back to the Virgil thing.

Virgil said he was lost, just like Logan,once; later saying, all the sides were the cause to help him get out of it. Because despite not the complete visual, the sides (Patton, Logan, and Roman) were developed more as people than he ever was. Significantly, the name reveals.

Because your name is what identifies you as a PERSON, sets you apart from being just a human. And if you think about it, without their names, calling them Morality, Logic, Creativity, and Anxiety is referring to them generally like that. What they are, rather than who they are.

With seeing all of them develop as their own true character, Virgil’s character began to change. He began to be less of the literal voice of anxiety (”I bet they hate you.”) to the force of concern and protection for Thomas (”I don’t think this is a good idea.”).

Virgil wasn’t Anxiety anymore, he was Virgil.

He, of course, still has his job in Thomas’s mind, and you can see that by ‘Embarrassing Phases’. Virgil is still in control of that part of Thomas, but he isn’t that part himself anymore.

Now, let me ask you, when was Logan’s moment like that?

Exactly, he hasn’t had one.

So, I believe lost is referring to fact that Logan doesn’t see himself as more than just Thomas’s logic. He needs to develop his character, and understand that he, as a character, is more than that.

Which is what brings me back to temperament’s first definition, “the combination of mental, physical, and emotional traits of a person”. So maybe Logan isn’t a literal person, but he, as a character, has emotions like one. (As shown by the capabilities of the others.) But it doesn’t seem like he understands that, and that’s why Logan’s reaction is what it is!

“You’re acting weird.” Ergo, you are not acting as you usually do, because we all know that Virgil would have never done that singing, if he didn’t care for the others. Which he learned to do, he grew as a character and their relationships became more prioritized.

But, if your mindset is that ‘we’re all personality figments’, then how is it possible that one of them can change like Virgil did?

Ergo, “You’re acting weird.”

Part 2 of this Logan analysis: “I had this problem, where I’d often hide my less than awesome feelings. So, when I would feel like sobbing I’d just smile and crack jokes. I thought that was coping, only joking, never showing sadness. Hoping it would go away!” (”Did that work?”)

Which I honestly think speaks for itself. Logan is asking if hiding his feelings worked for Patton, and it seems like a legitimate experimental question. Like, he is genuinely curious.

Why? To see if it is an option. for. himself.

#logan sanders #logan analysis #ts logan #sander sides theory #kinda logan angst #i literally think i could write a whole paper

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nerdylittleshit · 6 years ago

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Thoughts about Spn 14x13 AKA EPISODE 300!!!!!

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

I HAVE A LOT OF EMOTIONS! This episode was really something truly special. Admittedly I’m not the biggest fan of John Winchester and I wasn’t looking forward to his return. But man, I really loved how they pulled this of. It was really close to perfect. It was a big character piece and very self-referential. But whereas the 200th episode (“Fan Fiktion”) was a love letter to the show and the fans, this felt like a closing chapter, going back to the start, letting go and finding closure. And of course the show ain’t over yet, but it addressed by now its two original wounds, Mary’s death and John’s absence, to let Sam and Dean truthfully move forward. It answered some question and shed a light on a few unanswered questions as well. And I feel by now the show has come full circle in so many ways, so when it eventually will end, and they give us episodes like this, it will be a great end.

But, as always, let’s take a closer look.

Lebanon

Despite the fact that the Winchesters live in Lebanon since season 8 we haven’t really seen much of the city. I wish we would have seen an entire episode from the town’s perspective, but I’m glad with what we saw here so far. The Winchesters, whose family business is to track down Urban Legends have become a Urban Legend in their town by now. We see them interact with the people in town, they are familiar, and this warms my heart. Because again it brings us back to the original concept of the show, a road movie every week. And while this element is still present they also have a home now, a place they can return to, people who know them.

I also love that they go by the name Campbell in town, Mary’s maiden name. Of course the Winchester brothers are officially dead (more than one time), but it also connects them more with Mary. The show started with them known as John’s sons, but they are their own men now (more about this later), and they also acknowledge Mary’s side of the family through that.

The three teenagers can be interpreted as tem free will mirrors, with Max, the girl who loves plaid and classic cars, as a Dean mirror who falls for a brunette. Make of that what you will.

I love that the little case of the week included John Wayne Gacy, representing both Sam’s worst fear (clowns) and his special interest (serial killers). Just like Dean gets his biggest wish granted but there is a downside to it as well.

I also love that we learn that to heaven Lebanon is ‘muddy’, that there is some sort of interference, probably because of all the warding in the bunker.

Finally, the title of the episode doesn’t seem to make much sense at first. Of course the episode takes place in Lebanon (but so did many others) and we get to see more of the town and its inhabitants and how Dean’s wish affects them. But this episode is about family at its core (just like the show is). The family is the centre of every home, of Dean’s heart, just as Lebanon is the geographical centre of the US.

What your heart desires

Of course the plot of this episode is a bit constructed. All of sudden Dean gets a magical pearl that grants him his biggest wish, what his heart desires. But it doesn’t really matter how we get there, but more what it tells us about Dean and what happens next. For one we see that what Dean thinks is his biggest wish is different from what his heart truly desires. We are the most unreliable narrators of our own stories. Second, as typical for this trope, be careful what you wish for. Sam knows this, so his immediate reaction is to think about the consequences of their actions. Because they learned the hard way that nothing in life is for free and you always have to pay the prize.

So, let’s take a look at what actually happens. Den wishes for his father and they summon John from the year 2003. Therefore dad goes missing two years earlier than in their original timeline (and will likely never return). As a consequence Sam and Dean are not reunited; Dean still hunts whereas Sam becomes a TED-Talk giving whatever. Sam never dies, Dean never makes a deal and goes to hell, Cas never rescues him and remains a loyal servant of heaven. The apocalypse never starts. Mary never returns.

We can debate how much of that would have actually happen like that. My biggest complaint is probably Sam. I just don’t see him becoming this person who totally distances himself from the entire concept of family. I mean he still would have met Jess, fall in love with her, propose to her. And it is still possible Yellow Eyes ordered to kill her to get Sam back in the life, to prepare him to become Lucifer’s vessel. Did Jess still die but Dean wasn’t around so instead of hunting Sam dedicated his life to his new career?

And is it possible Zachariah, just as the Winchesters, still remembered the original timeline? He says to Cas “You wouldn’t [understand that reference”, implying the original Cas would have. He notices the interference of time and says Sam and Dean were supposed to play a role in the apocalypse. Either way, by now Sam, Dean and Jack have killed all a version of Zachariah (Dean the original one, Sam this new one and Jack the one in the AU). It’s a family thing.

And even though they killed Zachariah they don’t kill Cas, despite this new Cas trying to kill Cas, because I don’t think they could have. In the end though it is not (or not entirely) the change in Cas that makes them realize that John has to return to his timeline, but the prospect that with John staying Mary will fade away. John choose her life over his own, saying it is no real choice. I do wonder if this is foretelling in some way, that one character will choose another one’s life over their own, perhaps even in a romantic context.

The first conversation we see is that between Sam and his father. It seemed to me that Sam didn’t really wanted to be alone with his father (he immediately asked where Mary is) and that he was unsure what to do and what to say. Sam and John parted with so many things unspoken, with a huge fight shortly before John died, and Sam blamed himself for not making things right. What I loved is that John is aware that he messed things up, that he wasn’t the best father, and that he apologizes. It means a lot. But it is also interesting to see Sam’s reaction: he forgives his father, and in doing so he forgives himself. Sam truly lets go of the past, of his complicated relationship with his father, of the guilt he felt regarding his father’s death. Sam forgiving John wasn’t just for giving John peace, but to give himself peace as well. Forgiveness isn’t about whether someone deserves our forgiveness or not; it is about our own ability to let go, to find peace, to heal.

Interesting despite the fact that it was Dean’s wish I thought Sam needed this sort of closure much more, more than he even realized. Dean seems more confident facing his father, like he already made his peace and needed this final conversation to close this chapter of his life. John tells Dean that he was proud of him. Back in 1x22 it was because John told him the exact same thing that Dean got suspicious and realized that his father was possessed. Dean needed to hear this (I needed to her this because this scene always makes me very emotional for personal reasons). John also says that he had wished for his son to get a normal life, once their mission of killing Yellow Eyes was completed. This is surprising as John throw out Sam for wanting to live a normal life. And it brings us back to a very old theme of the show: Dean vs the apple pie life.For as much Dean denied in earlier seasons to want a normal life we this is not true, but neither the hunting life or the normal apple pie life with Lisa and Ben had made him completely happy. Now though he has the best of both worlds: he still hunts, he still does in his eyes do something meaningful, but he also has a home, has a family, and he tells his father exactly this. It might not be a family in the traditional sense (that we then see at the family dinner) but it is a family all the same. However it made sense to me that neither Cas or Jack were present for the family diner, as this episode was so much about going back to the beginning, so it was about the core family that started this show.

In a later conversation with Sam we see how much Dean has grown, how mature he acts. Even though the idea of sending their father back with the full knowledge of what will happen (giving him peace but also risking he will change the past) is tempting, Dean doesn’t really think about it. He knows that if it wasn’t for them some other people might had to save the world, might have been given their burden. He acknowledges that his life has been hard, has been painful, that both his parents are partly to blame for it. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. Because his life made him who he is, his choices made him who he is, and that is the Dean he is at peace with, the Dean he wants to be, the one who sacrificed so much because he couldn’t live with himself if he wouldn’t. Dean acknowledges that their lives are theirs, that they are their own man now, writing their own stories. In a show that deals so much with losses of agency, with the concept of fate vs free will (especially again in this season), this means a lot.

When the time arrives to say goodbye John once again tells his sons that he is proud of them, and that he loves them. Dean returns the “I love you”. After Mary and Sam this is the third time he tells someone he loves them, and it leaves some space because there is yet one person left that he hasn’t told yet he loves him (I’m talking about Cas of course). And while, as I explained, it made sense that Cas wasn’t around for the family diner, it also made sense he was there at the end. Because he is part of Dean’s family, and mirrors what John was to Mary (also, any bets on what John and Mary did in their alone time when Sam and Dean were out grocery shopping?).

John won’t remember what he learned about the future, though it would have given him some peace to see what would become of his sons and that Mary would return to life. It is nice though that at least he remembers some things as a dream, which made gave him shortly some comfort. But in the end this wasn’t so much about John, but about Sam and Dean. It is different than Mary’s return. It plays with the idea to have one final conversation with a loved one you lost, to find a chance to say goodbye, to find some peace and closure with it. To let them know that you are ok after all, to look back at your own life and find peace with who you are.

So much about this episode was going back to the start, to show how they have come, how they changed. Much of it felt like an ending. Episodes like this make me positive than when this show will eventually end they will do it in a satisfying way. They know their characters and their stories so well by now, that so much about the last seasons doesn’t feel like stretching the story out but rather coming full circle. The show is becoming its own epos.

And finally huge respect for all the acting this episode, but especially Jared and Jensen’s performances, who brought me to tears. To everyone who works on this show, before or behind the camera, who gives their best every week: thank you.

#supernatural #spn 14x13 #lebanon #spn meta #spn 300 #300th episode #spoilers #my meta

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