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wa1ks · 1 year ago

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Hey Waiks! I saw your new and you seem so sweet oml😭

I was wonderin if you would do this request as your too a James gurlie like meee

So my vision is your James girl best friend and have been for a long long time. Little do you know, James has a size kink and has a PHAT crush on you. He adores the fact your only 5’1 and curvy (in total just his type from head to toe) and you’re on tour with him.

He just finished a concert and was pissed off for some random reason so you innocently ask him what’s wrong. Your drinking a beer with him in your hotel room but he soon enough gets impatient and fucks your brains out.

LIKE UGH OMG I CANT🙇‍♀️

Many many thanks, Vee <3xx

CW: Smut, P in V, alcohol, size kink

WC: 1.6k

Thank you sm omg you're so sweet <33

AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!! I can imagine any era james for this but blackalbum! james is whats popping up in my brain for that (if its not good im sorry 😭)

Being best friends with James Hetfield is quite a roller coaster, but I love him, and if going on tour with him makes him happy, then I'll do it without a second thought.

I'm sitting on the side of the stage waiting for the guys to finish their set so I can congratulate them for another amazing show, but something seems off about James. I mean, he always performs to the best of his abilities, but tonight he just seems more...angry?

The guys finally finish the set and thank the crowd for the amazing night. As James walks up to me, I can feel his anger radiating off of him. What best friend would I be if I didn't check to see whats wrong?

"Hey boys, that was an amazing show you put on tonight, but I'm going to take James back to the hotel for the night."

Lars begins to say, "Ooh, Hetfield, you're going to get some pus." In a pissed-off tone, James cuts him off, "Shut it, Ulrich."

We make it to the car, and James is in the drivers seat. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I speak up.

"James, you know you can come to me for anything, right?"

James turns to me with a fake smile planted on his face and says, "Dude, I love you to bits, but I don't think you want to hear about my girl's problems."

As he said it, all the air in my lungs seemed to vanish, and a feeling of dread washed over me. Don't let your feelings show; this is James' moment, and I need to worry about him.

"Girl problems, eh? Well, I'm a girl, so maybe I could help you figure everything out for you."Don't let the jealousy show, please, not now; James needs me.

"It's fine; she probably doesn't like me back anyway," James whispers.

"James, you are so blind; how could someone not like you? but if you want to drop it, we can."

Just like that, there's a gleam in his eyes again as he replies, "Thank you, and when we get back to the hotel, we are so going to drink since you rudely stole me away from the guys."

We got back to the hotel and decided to bunker up in my room for the night since it was more convenient. I tell James that I'm just going to get changed into some comfy clothes and that I'll be right out. I walk back into the living room in some shorts and one of James' shirts and see James' gaze linger over my exposed thighs. Huh, weird.

I grab us both some beers and settle into the couch, but James is still looking at my thighs, so I pull my legs up to my chest and sit like that.

"James, are you sure you don't want to talk about anything? You seem really off today."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I didn't get enough sleep last night, though." James says he's still looking at me like I'm a goddess or something.

I shuffle around a bit on the couch and hear James' breath hitch. My thoughts are now running wild with how he's looking at me. Calm down; he's probably just lost in thought.

We talk for about 10 minutes before I notice there's something else in his eyes. I can't quite decipher it yet. We're just aimlessly talking at this point when James leans in and kisses me like his life depends on it. He pulls away and gets up, grabbing his things in a rush and mumbling things like "why did I do that? I'm such an idiot" and "I just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me." I finally manage to catch on to what he's doing and grab his arm, trying to get him to look at me.

"James, calm down; I'm not going anywhere. I promise" He looks back at me and says, "But I just kissed you."

I look at him like he has three heads, and suddenly I get what's up with him tonight.

"James, it was ok—more than ok, actually. I enjoyed it."

He turns around, and suddenly he's lunging at me, and when he finally gets to me, our lips smash together in a mess of desire and admiration. Years of longing and lust all spilled out in a matter of moments.

We pull away for air, and he says, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

He adds, "I've been in love with you for years, you idiot." With a huge smile on my face, I reply, "It seems like we're both idiots, because I've been in love with you for years too."

James then pushes me onto my back on the couch and gets on top of me, encompassing me with his arms stationed right above my shoulders and his long hair blocking us out from the outside world. And my thoughts are filled with "james, james, james, james."

He gives me a quick peck before moving down my neck, licking and sucking at it like a madman, before looking back up at me and asking me if he can take my shirt off. I nod at him, but he stops. "I'm going to have to hear you, hon."

I whine as my cheeks burn from how much I'm blushing, and I plead, "Jamie, please, I need you. Stop teasing me."

"That's what I wanted to hear."

He continues where he left off, but he's doing it slower. I'm getting so worked up, but he can't tease me without consequences, so I brush my foot against his hardening cock, and he stills his movements. And straight-up growls

He pulls us off the couch, and when I try and ask him what he's doing, he pushes me against the wall.

"Aww, look at you—so little and fragile in my hands. I could easily pound into you right here; do you want that doll?" James speaks through his teeth.

I try to speak, but the only thing that escapes my mouth is a moan.

"Does my bunny like me crowding her like this, huh? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

James has me pinned to the wall, and his knee is between my thighs, and the friction is so delicious.

"James, can you please hurry up and fuck me?" I whine out.

"Don't worry, hon, we'll get to that later, but right now I'm enjoying watching you get yourself off my thigh," he laughs.

I don't want to sound like a brat, but I need him, and I need him now.

I feel my release building up, and when I'm about to finish, James pulls his leg away with a wicked smile, and I almost cry.

"Don't cry, sweetheart; you'll get your release soon. Can you pull your shorts and panties down for me now, please?" I do as he says, and he praises me for it.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" He knows I am; he just wants to draw this out for as long as he can.

"Mhm, been ready for you, Jamie."

James pulls his pants down and thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt. After I've adjusted to his size, he starts slowly dragging out his thrusts. I squeal because he feels so good. "Feel so full, Jamie, so good. Keep going, please, please."

He seemed to enjoy that, and his pace quickened, pounding into me at a brutal pace. Through gritted teeth, he manages to say, "This pussy feels so tight and warm, just for me, yeah?"

"Just for you, Jamie, all yours; I'm all yours."

He adjusts his arms under my ass so he can get a better hold on me, and while doing that, he gives my ass a smack.

I let out a moan. "Right there, Jamie, keep going; feel so full." "M'girl, you're gripping me so hard; if you keep it up, I'm not going to last."

With one particularly hard thrust, we both let out moans that are borderline pornographic. His thrusts are getting sloppy; he must be close.

"Jamie, I'm going to cum. Can I cum please? I've been a good girl for you. Please let me cum."

"Hold on a little bit longer, hon. Wanna cum together?" "Where do you want it?"

My mind is shouting at me at this point. "Inside, please Jamie, I just want to feel you."

James then says, "Now, let go, hon. C'mon, cum sweets." With a final thrust, we both finish. I can feel his warm cum filling me up to the brink. When he pulls out and some of his seed spills out, he uses his thumb to push it back in and then gets me to suck it clean.

"Wow, that was something," I say out of breath.

James doesn't say a word; he simply lifts me up bridal style, puts me down gently onto the bed, and walks out. For a second, my heart cracks, and I think, "He just used me," but he comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans up the mess between my thighs. After he's done with that, he puts some boxers on me and lays beside me.

"Feelin' ok, sweetheart?" James says softly "Better than ok, Jamie, thank you." "Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" "Jamie, stop worrying. I feel amazing; you're amazing." "I meant it; you know what I said earlier. I do love you." And in that moment, he seemed so vulnerable, so I hugged him. "I love you too, Jamie. I love you so much it hurts."

"D'ya wanna be my girlfriend?" He says it shyly. "You just fucked my brains out and gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you're getting shy about asking me out? but of course I'll be your girlfriend, you big idiot."

With a huge smile on both our faces, we slowly drift off to sleep, embraced in each other's arms.

#james hetfield #papa het #metallica #james hetfield smut #metallica smut #asks and replies #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fluff

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nikkisixxsmissingpick · 10 months ago

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Hi!!

Can you write about being Kirk’s gf maybe during AJFA era, they’re recording and she just had such a shit day, so she ends up going to the recording studio late at night, and James finds her and brings her to Kirk. She ends up confessing how she’s been feeling insecure and he comforts her? Just some good old fluff 🫶

Thank you 🙏

A/n:Hello! Ofc, this is such a cute concept! I'd like to remind you all that English isn't my first language, so that may be mistakes

Warnings: pet names(sweetheart), sexual implications by other people but nothing happens, swearing? And I think that's it, please tell me if there's anything more to point out

Everything has been going wrong today, from when you woke up and realized your walkman didn't had charged to now that all your groceries fell to the ground.

After you picked everything up and put it all in your car you got on the driver's seat and took a deep breath, resting your forehead on the steering wheel, tears started flooding your eyes but you wiped them very quickly when they rolled down your cheeks.

You thought maybe it would get better and as soon as the idea of starting the car appeared on your head someone tapped the glass of your window. You looked up to see a tall blonde man, realizing it's James you open the door and step outside.

"W-what are you doing here!?" You asked a bit startled at how suddenly he appeared.

"I mean, I was just passing by to get a pack of cigs and go back to the studio walking... And for a big coincidence I saw you and— are you okay?"

The tears go back to your eyes when you realize you hadn't called Kirk all day, all because you've been so immersed on how awful your day has been.

"no, I'm okay... Promise.... Want a ride to the studio?" You ask feigning a smile and pointing at the car with your head

James smiles at you sympathetically and gives a quick nod. You both get in the car and you turn on the radio, "N.I.B" by Black Sabbath plays on a low volume as you hum along the song.

After less than ten minutes you get to the studio, parking the car in front of it at the same time "mr.brownstone" by Guns N Roses finishes. You turn off the car and look at James, now more at peace knowing it might all get better when you get with the boys.

They are fun, you have to admit it, makes your day brighter

"here we are, might as well get going, right?"

James nods and you both get out the car and enter the studio. As you and the blonde get closer to the room you can hear the faint sound of someone arguing, you gulp audibly and take a deep breath again.

When the two of you get in the right room Kirk and Lars turn to look as Jason is absent on the scene

"well, look who the cat dragged in"

Kirk teases and walks to you, then he presses a kiss to your temple and you can hear both the other boys making gagging noises.

Kirk seems to notice the dry tears on your cheeks as he whispers a "you okay?" Next to you. You shake your head in a "more or less" kind of thing

"I'll be back"

Kirk announces and takes your hand on his, you can hear a "make sure to fuck quietly, we don't want to hear it" coming from Lars and a slap coming from what you assume is James hitting Lars, Kirk flips him off and starts guiding you down the hall and into a separated room.

"so? What happened, sweetheart? Bad day?"

he asks, sitting down with you on the couch and wrapping his arms around you. He rubs your back soothingly and tears start to fall again as you nod

"everything I've done today has been shit and I can't stand this anymore... I'm sorry I didn't call"

"no don't be sorry, the phone was off the hook anyway... Not because of you, because we didn't want any distractions and—"

You giggle a bit at his awkwardness, resting your head on his shoulder

"it's okay, I know it wasn't because of me... I would be surprised if James keept the phone on the hook"

He let's put a breathy laugh, holding you close to him, the moment is sweet, just resting next to each other

"thank you" You say lowly, Kirk looks at you with a raised eyebrow "for being here with me.... I love you"

Kirk's heart melts a little and he pecks your lips sweetly

"it's nothing... I love you too"

So this is kinda shit, just like readers day but you'll have to bate with it

#80s #metallica #kirk hammett #kirk hammett x reader #lars ulrich #james hetfield #jason newsted #ajfa era

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haywire-hetfield · 8 months ago

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Nothing to see here. Just vampire!Kirk feeding off of human!Lars (complete with grinding and Load Era <3)

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Kirk wasn’t sure about this at first. The idea of biting Lars was alluring, a bit too alluring. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop once he started. When he thought about biting Lars, he thought about latching onto his throat and tearing him apart. There was never anything Lars could ask of him that he’d deny, though.

That was how he found himself on top of Lars, kissing him deeply. They both knew what was coming, but neither were in a rush to get to it. Kirk’s fingers stroked over Lars’ throat, feeling his pulse beneath the skin. Lars tried to rock up against him, but the position made it difficult.

Kirk readjusted himself to be fully pressed between Lars’ spread thighs, lining their bodies up more evenly. It was easier to press against each other now and he could feel how hard Lars was.

“Come on,” Lars encouraged as he pulled away from the kiss. His eyeliner was smudged even more than usual, looking like he’d been crying with the way it was smeared down his cheeks. It made Kirk want to see what he’d look like once he’d actually been crying, eyes red and desperate as they watched him. “Don’t keep me waiting,” Lars grinned up at him and a laugh reverberated through Kirk.

“Okay, okay. Be patient,” Kirk pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, enjoying the dichotomy of their bodies. The way Lars was so warm against his much cooler skin. “I’ll be so gentle with you,” Kirk promised him and dipped his head down closer to Lars’ throat.

Kirk could hear Lars’ body perfectly like this. His heartbeat had quickened by now, reminding him of a small rabbit that had realized a fox was nearby. He could hear the blood pumping and flowing through Lars’ veins. It was like music to his ears. And he could smell Lars’ blood just beneath the surface of his skin, enticing him to take a bite, to spill over Kirk’s crooked teeth and to allow him to indulge from the iron sweetness.

And who was Kirk to deny either of them what they wanted?

“Fuck,” Lars breathed out sharply when Kirk’s fangs first broke the skin, pressing in steadily. Kirk seemed to know what he was doing, knowing the perfect angle and pressure to slide in without any issues. It felt like every piercing Lars had before, a quick push inside and then the pain was over.

His skin throbbed around Kirk’s fangs, but quickly withdrew once Kirk had created the punctures he needed. The sharp pain was replaced with suction, drawing blood out of the wounds and past Kirk’s lips. It wasn’t like anything Lars had ever experienced before and Lars slid his fingers into Kirk’s hair, holding tightly onto him. Lars’ blood was everything Kirk had expected it to be.

It was thin which didn’t surprise Kirk. He’d anticipated it with how easily Lars would bruise. It was hot and slightly sweet as Kirk swallowed around it, doing his best to keep himself in check. It was nearly impossible to pull away once he’d started, but his need to keep him safe outweighed his desire to keep going until there was nothing left. The worrying part is he didn’t think Lars would stop him. If he’d wanted to drain him entirely, Lars would likely lay there and moan for him the entire time.

“Keep going,” Lars told him breathlessly and Kirk couldn’t help himself, sucking harder. He knew there would be a bruise on Lars’ skin once he was done and that only spurred him on. He wanted to mark him up, to have visual reminders of what they did. And he knew Lars liked it when he got rough with him too, admiring each mark he left as though it was a precious gift.

Kirk’s head was spinning, grateful he didn’t need oxygen. He didn’t want anything coming between him and keeping his mouth connected to Lars’ skin. His hips had begun rocking against Lars, pushing in even movements. Lars was moaning and whining beneath him, squirming enough to press against Kirk, but not enough to dislodge him.

Lars’ movements became different over time, pressing weaker than before and Kirk could hear his heartbeat slowing down. He knew it was time to stop. Honestly, he probably should have stopped a while ago, but they weren’t past the point of no return yet. He was careful as he let go of his throat, licking over the wound one last time. When he did, he could feel the holes already closing now that he was no longer stimulating them.

“You did perfect,” Kirk praised, leaning up to press a kiss to Lars’ lips. Most people would be put off by the prospect of tasting their own blood, but Lars parted his lips without any hesitation. His fingers tightened in Kirk’s hair, letting out a soft noise against his mouth. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked once he broke from the kiss, eyes scanning over his features. He looked far paler and a bit lethargic, but not too bad.

“You did perfect too,” Lars retorted and it made Kirk grin, smile red and slightly lopsided. It made Lars laugh, admiring how adorable his partner managed to look even with blood still in his mouth. “I’m okay,” He assured him and he was being honest. He didn’t feel nearly as bad as he thought he would, although he knew it wouldn’t have been much longer before he would’ve been in a bad state. “So, how did I taste?”

“Good,” Kirk nodded when Lars confirmed that he was doing okay. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” And it was the truth. Actually harming Lars was the last thing he’d ever want to do. He shook his head at the question, endearing by how goofy his boyfriend still was even in the midst of everything that was happening. “Good enough to eat,” He teased and Lars snorted out a laugh at his joke.

#klars #kirk hammett x lars ulrich #lars ulrich x kirk hammett #metallica #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #lars ulrich smut #lars ulrich nsft #smut #nsft #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett nsft #metallica smut #metallica nsft #rpf

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andrebearakovsky · 1 year ago

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(cont. ask) first of all NOOO don't apologize i was looking for a long post, this is why i came here! i've been lurking way back! i remembered your blog name! 2. wow??? this is such a comprehensive answer!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍🤗😳 thank you so much! 3. any content you want to post i am here for! 4. i can't believe there are so many new guys, like yes of course, but i can't believe it! 5. Oh yeah the details of the Holtby thing are coming back to me, i seem to have repressed it.🙈

Aw that's so sweet of you! A longtime viewer! (Viewer? What am I, a YouTuber? Calm down.) It's sweet of you to remember me and I'm delighted that I am apparently famous and evidently famous for making long/extensive posts lol. Which I'm about to do again.

I talked about Strome, Milano, Sandin, and alllll those young guys on my last post, as well as Darcy and TvR. [And Dowd but you already knew him.] The rest of the guys currently on the team I haven't really touched on yet that joined post-Holtby era are Nicolas Aube-Kubel, Anthony Mantha, and Charlie Lindgren. I'll get into them in a bit, but I gotta get into some other things first.

You said you haven't really watched since the Holtby era, so I'm going to assume you know everything that happened/all the people we had up til that final season, and that you know little/nothing of what has happened since then. So I'm gonna give a quick recap of some of the big things that have happened in that time:

You missed the ENTIRETY of the Sammy and Vitek goaltending era, which was kinda turbulent. Sammy was gonna be the starter with Henrik Lundqvist as the backup, but then it turned out Lundqvist had a heart condition and had to retire and never played a game for the Caps. This forced Vitek into action, and we had 2 years of the Sammy and Vitek goaltending duo. I, personally, loved it. Some people did not. I still hold that they were BOTH GOOD!! They split time, neither one ever TRULY grasped the starting reigns. There was also when Vitek got taken by the Kraken in the expansion draft and then immediately traded him back to us. Also they were besties, which started when they were a duo down in Hershey. It's also why my blog is titled "goalie best friend tandem," though it also currently applies to Darcy and Chuck who are besties. You can search the "goalie best friends" tag on my blog for cute Sammy and Vitek content. Neither of them are here anymore, but they're still friends - I remember seeing a quote Vitek gave to some Devils people talking about him and about still being friends and such.

Players you knew back from the Holtby era who are no longer with us: Lars Eller, Richard Panik (useless), Jonas Siegenthaler, Travis Boyd, Christian Djoos, Michal Kempny, Radko Gudas, Garnet Hathaway, Dmitry Orlov [don't talk to me about these last two I'm sad]

Players that played with us for multiple seasons after the Holtby era who are no longer with us this year: Justin Schultz, Conor Sheary, Daniel Sprong, Matt Irwin

COVID robbed us of our time with Brenden Dillon and I'm sad about it

We had Zdeno Chara for 1 year, and he straightup fixed Nick Jensen. Jensen was abysmal before that, then Chara was his defense partner for the whole year, and Jensen is good now. I no longer dread every time he touches the puck, I trust him. Also he has a personality now! Idk what kind of dark magic Chara used, but I will be forever thankful to him for it. 1 year of Chara absolutely 1000% worth it just for fixing Nick Jensen

We got Marcus Johansson back! :) And then we traded him again

We traded Jakub Vrana for Anthony Mantha, who is useless and unfortunately still here. He never fit in with the team vibe of "sexy idiots," he's not loud enough or slutty enough.

In March 2022 Carl Hagelin suffered a really bad eye injury during practice. I think the butt end of someone's stick got into his eye? (We were never told whose stick it was, I'm sure they have to feel absolutely terrible about it.) He's lucky he didn't lose his eye. He tried to come back, but he never played a game again after that. He was technically on the roster all of last season, but he never got into any games, and he just announced his retirement this summer. A really sad end, tbh. And RIP to the 4th line of dreams.

We were GONNA have Connor Brown for the 2022-23 season, and he was gonna play with Dylan Strome whom he's friends with and played in juniors with. But he played for like 2 games and then got hurt and was out for the season and never played for us again. I think he's in Edmonton now.

You know about goal songs, right?? I think the last year of Holtby was the first year of goal songs. I have a Spotify playlist of goal songs if you wanna check it out

There have been SO many injuries the last 3 years. 2021-22 was what I like to call the year of babies. I don't even remember who exactly was injured but there were so many injuries it necessitated the callup of SO many rookies. TWELVE rookies played that season: Martin Fehervary, Connor McMichael, Beck Malenstyn, Garrett Pilon, Hendrix Lapierre, Brett Leason, Aliaksei Protas, Axel Jonsson-Fjallby, Zach Fucale, Joe Snively, Alex Alexeyev, and Lucas Johansen. All of whom made their NHL debuts that season except for Fehervary, McMichael, Malenstyn, and Pilon. Of those rookies, Fehervary and McMichael were the only ones who were really supposed to make the team that season; they stuck around the whole season, while Leason and Protas played 30+ games, AJF played 20+, Snively and Malenstyn played more than 10 each, and the rest had 6 or less. It was truly the year of babies. Some of those guys aren't in the organization anymore, but I think this is the year the rest of them finally make the leap and are true full-timers. [Except for Fehervary, who already is]

More injury news: Nicky and Tom were injured for like the first half of last season. And in December, John Carlson broke his fucking face. He got hit in the face with a puck and it broke his entire face, like it was really bad, and he hardly played again. I think he came back for like the last few weeks, but tbh his injury was when the season went downhill. [I say "broke his face" but the official reports are he had a fractured skull and severed temporal artery. Yikes! He's fine now though]

Ovi just keeps breaking goal records. He got 800 goals and then passed Gordie Howe last season!!! He is now number 2 all-time in goals!! He currently has 822. Watch out, Gretzky, he's comin' for ya

Oh yeah the Hershey Bears won the Calder Cup this year!! It was absolutely epic. They played the Coachella Valley Firebirds (Kraken AHL team) in the finals, and it was an awesome finals. It went to Game 7 overtime. GAME SEVEN OVERTIME!!!!! Do you know how rare that is? It's only the 2nd time the Calder Cup Finals has gone to overtime in Game 7, with the first time being in 1953. In the NHL, it has only ever happened in the Stanley Cup Finals TWICE. EVER! By the Wings in 1950 and 1954. So the Bears won the Calder Cup in Game 7 overtime and it was exciting as FUCK. And a lot of guys who might make the Caps roster this year were on that Cup-winning team: Snively, Protas, McMichael, Malenstyn, Johansen, as well as top prospects Lapierre and Iorio. They're the oldest franchise in the AHL, and that was their 12th Calder Cup, which is the most in AHL history.

And you said to feel free to post some content so I am going to POST some CONTENT. Starting with:

✨Darcy Kuemper✨

I fucking love Darcy, so much. I've already said that I've liked him for a long time, and I'm absolutely elated to have him on the team. He won the Cup with the Avs in 2022. He is also very tall, he's 6'5", one time he hugged TJ and it made TJ look like a child. He's so sweet, and he's so dumb. He's like a giant labrador. Some of my favorite assorted Darcy things and moments include:

In one of his first interviews after signing he said he was gonna visit every museum in DC, and I'm like no you're not, Darcy, that's not possible. Our first sign that he was a big dummy

One time suplexed Matthew Tkachuk into the ice

Got a shot on goal during a game last year

The time he tried to "interview" Nick Jensen at the outdoor game practice while giggling incessantly

Here's him at NHL media day last year, featuring him kicking a soccer ball like you see in my profile pic :)

Says one of his life goals is to bring back the dinosaurs. Please see this post for the full story on that one

Is absolute BESTIES with Charlie Lindgren, the backup goalie. Like, so much so that they and their wives constantly take their dogs on walks together, the dogs are reportedly besties as well, and the Kuempers dog-sat Chuck's dog over Christmas. They also kind of have matching dogs, I'll include a picture below. Chuck also called himself and Darcy two of the "more normal goalies in the league" which is an absolute lie after the dinosaurs thing, so clearly Chuck doesn't have that many brain cells rolling around up there either. They also did THIS at media day this year. Their friendship is just so pure. You can read more about it in this article. And like, they didn't know each other before signing here. According to the article, evidently after they signed, they texted each other and then literally the scene from stepbrothers happened

And then TvR 🥰 Mine own love TvR. I adore Trevor van Riemsdyk so much. He's just got incredibly good vibes. I also have a bit more of a personal attachment to him, because he and I have the same birthday (July 24). He's a bit soft-spoken, especially compared to some of the other freaks on this team. Possibly one of the only ones with any semblance of a brain cell. He's not flashy; he's a steady-eddy defenseman, almost always on the third pair barring injuries. He's not gonna score a bunch of points, but he plays hard defensively every game (one of the reasons goalies love him), he's reliable, and he blocks SO many shots. He's also one of THE guys on the penalty kill. The penalty kill is TvR, Jensen, Fehervary, and Dowd, those are the main guys. We also officially claimed him as our own. As of this year, he will have played more years with the Caps than with anyone else, he currently has more goals, assists, and points with us than with anyone else, and after about 40 more games he will have played more games with us than with anyone else.

Also the ENTIRE team is absolutely fucking OBSESSED with him. There aren't like that many big specific things I can point to, it's just how I've noticed them treating him over the years, and how they talk about/to him and the general energy. They all love to shout "REEEEEEEEEEEEMERRRRRRRR" at any and every opportunity. And like you can just tell that every single one of them is deeply in love with him. They are all constantly tripping over themselves to give him the player of the game award in the locker room, even when other guys have a bunch of points in the game and it feels like they're the obvious choice but no they all want to give a love letter to their collective crush. The goalies especially love him. (Here's Chuck giving him the POTG, Nicky giving him the POTG, and a recounting of Sammy's love affair with him two seasons ago). The coaches also love him, sometimes too much for their own good - there have been times in the last few years when they've put TvR on the power play and in the shootout (??) when he had no business being there lol. And like I don't blame them lmao. He's grown to become a leader on the team (and occasionally gets As on his chest during preseason games and when a bunch of dudes are injured - another thing that confirms to me they're all in love with him, he got real high up on the chain of command real quick), he's super consistent (there was one game last year when there were so many injuries on D that the defense was quite literally just TvR plus a bunch of rookies - I said that day that the defense was "TvR and a dream"), and he will absolutely never put his mouthguard in his mouth. So as the year goes on, and as you watch games and social media content, just keep your eyes peeled, watch TvR, and you'll see that the entire team is so fucking horny for TvR specifically. I made this meme awhile back, which is exactly how the Caps feel about TvR:

Other miscellaneous fun facts about the team and players that I think you should know:

Our backup goalie is Charlie Lindgren, but we all call him Chuck. It suits him better, especially with his mustache. He also catches right-handed, which is different than practically every other goalie in the league. So like if you look, he and Darcy wear their catching gloves on different hands.

There are a LOT of NHL brothers on this team. Dylan Strome's older brother Ryan plays for the Ducks, and his younger brother Matt actually plays for the Hershey Bears. Trevor van Riemsdyk is also the middle child of three hockey-playing brothers: his older brother James plays for the Bruins, and younger brother Brendan doesn't play in the NHL but played college hockey. And Charlie Lindgren is the oldest of 3 hockey brothers: Andrew played college hockey but never made the NHL, and youngest brother Ryan plays for the Rangers.

Kuzy has been doing some wacky shit in the shootout the last few years, just go look it up on YouTube

Here's a video of the mentors trip this year so you can see Sonny Milano's father who is simply exactly who I envisioned him to be in my head

Nicolas Aube-Kubel (NAK), a French-Canadian fourth line winger that the Caps picked up on waivers in November last year, is Sergei Ovechkin's (Ovi's son) favorite player. We learn this in a video feature with Ovi's wife and kids (I'm including the link to this gifset from the lovely @thornescratch which is where I first saw this). The producer asks who Sergei's favorite player is, and Sergei immediately answers "Aube-Kubel." Not only is Aube-Kubel his "guy" according to Nastya, but then we also see that a selfie of Sergei and Aube-Kubel is the lock screen of Sergei's iPad. And Sergei calls Aube-Kubel his "best friend." Learning this information is such a curveball, because it's like the last person you'd expect Sergei's favorite to be. It's not somebody Russian or even European, it's not somebody old or someone who's been on the team a long time, it's not one of his dad's closer friends, and it's not even one of the stars of the team, it's a young Canadian dude who plays fourth line if he's in. Aube-Kubel must be REALLY friendly, otherwise why else would he be Sergei's favorite? You know it has to be absolutely devastating to Tom Wilson to not be Sergei's favorite lol. [I'm also convinced this is why they re-signed NAK so quick in the offseason, you HAVE to bring back Sergei's favorite player!!]

Speaking of NAK: remember how I said Beck Malenstyn was Nic Dowd's chosen winger? NAK is his OTHER chosen winger. Those two are twin shitstarters and Dowd loves them and I know he absolutely wants both of them on his line this season. They're gonna be a great 4th line. I could talk all day about Dowd and his 4th line duties, and you can ask me to do that if you want but I'm not gonna do it here

I also know everyone's zodiac sign because I'm a freak. I can also get more into that in a separate post if you want

There's probably more stuff, but this is all I can think of for now. Please feel free to ask me more stuff, I love diving into things. Stuff about the team, players, my favorites, whatever. I hope this is both informative and entertaining!

#anon #asks #washington capitals #long post #darcy kuemper #trevor van riemsdyk #charlie lindgren #evgeny kuznetsov #dylan strome #sonny milano #nicolas aube-kubel #nastya ovechkina #nastya shubskaya #john carlson #alex ovechkin #i could probably tag more guys but i'm not gonna #these are the big ones

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peacesells-imbuying · 4 months ago

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drummer boy - (L.U)

LAAARRRSSSS👹🥰 u guys hate on him tm requested: no🍝 (HS era) masterlist

There was one boy who you would never expect to be friends with. It would be Lars Ulrich.

There was nothing wrong with him. He gave off the “wrong image” to my parents. Even though, we never spoken before or seen each other eye to eye. He wasn’t that hard to notice.

His long brow hair, fucking green eyes, really tall, earring, necklaces and his outfit was (music) metal shirts. Everyone thought he was either gay, really mean like smoker type of guy or just weird.

No. He wasn’t any of those. He was just a perfect boy doing what he loves. There’s nothing wrong with that, anyone should do what they love freely regardless of what others say.

(Did you have a crush…yes. If you couldn’t tell)

Four pm, school had just finished. But unfortunately, you didn’t get the memo to bring an umbrella. Damnit. I need to start paying attention to the forecast. You mentally groaned and decided to wait for the rain to hopefully stop. Instead it did the opposite and it rain even harder.

“Do you need an umbrella?” You weren’t able to recognize the voice as there was a thick accent that lingered until turning around. It was Lars Ulrich. What the fuck? “Yeah, I do.” Was he always this nice and calming? He stepped outside first and held the umbrella for you both.

It was quiet for 6 minutes straight, so you just admire him. until he spoke first. “Do you want me to drop you off home or at the bus station?” All of a sudden you stared to blush…so embarrassing. “If you don’t mind, dropping me off home.” you prayed he didn’t see your face as you looked at the other direction. The rain was getting worse and the sky was gray. “Don’t mind at all.”

“there’s my home.” You pointed at the small house. After knocking on the door your mom opened it, gasping. “I was so worried!” She pulled you inside and looked at Lars bitterly. “Um thank you, for doing this.” “No problem.” Before you both could say anything, she shut the door. There goes your chance of making a new friend.

The next day was something else to say the least. This time it didn’t rain and you went to Lars place. But let me add some contexts. It was simple, you both had 2nd period together, you started to compliment him then became friends. Rest is history.

now you both was at his place. It was pretty cool. His mom was sweet, after a quick tour of his home he invited me to his “man cave” as he likes to say. “Woah, you got drums? That’s o fucking cool! Do you play?” He was surprised you didn’t make fun of him. “I do.” He smirked. “Name a song.” “Uh..” (you pick a song)z

the once calming boy became someone different when he hit the drum. Every movement he did was rough and wild. You immediately loved him.

“Whatcha think?” He was smirked at you. That’s was fucking great. You need to join a band.” That boosted his ego. “I’ll be the best drummer ever.” He said triumphantly. “If you say so. I’ll be here waiting,” you smirked “Drummer boy.” Lars slightly glared “hey!” He then proceeded to tackle you, messing up your beautiful hair. Not before you could mess his though.

#80s #lars ulrich #fanfic writing #request open #peacesells-imbuying writing #lars ulrich x reader #metallica fanfiction

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an-honest-puck · 11 months ago

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I kinda wish I knew about Tiermaker earlier in my baseball kick (i.e. before the 2023 postseason started lmao), because if I had done this way back in April 2023, this is not what the line-up would have looked like XD

I have no good excuse for these and the teams aren't listed in any particular order, but also, I won't apologise because I don't actually hate any teams - like, I have no beef with any of these teams I think. I'm just impartial to them lol

please enjoy my very silly rankings of MLB teams and my questionable taste as someone who only got into baseball in 2023 lmaooo

and feel free to ignore my hella long-winded 'reasoning' under the cut lol- spoilers: it's mostly based on players and vibes XD you'll quickly realise that this was written before trades happened, so just to reiterate: I like players more than I like teams XD

S-Tier: Philadelphia Phillies, Washington Nationals

I blame Trea Turner for having one of the most Sports Movie(tm) seasons ever in 2023 (as well as his slick slides and sweet swing) for keeping me checking in with the Phillies and therefore: seeing the Daycare Shenanigans of Marshy and Stott (and Bohm), hearing the wild words of occasional wisdom outta Casty's mouth, and learning about the absolute human that is Garrett Stubbs (a.k.a. Philadelphia's own Dionysus)

the Nats always seem to feel like the underdogs to me lol also, they have the prettiest City Connect jersey and that's my hottest baseball take (aside from these ridiculous rankings of course XD)

speaking of jerseys- I absolutely adore the Phillies powder blues. the powder blue + maroon combo is *chef's kiss* impeccable lol

A-Tier: Seattle Mariners, Toronto Blue Jays, St Louis Cardinals

idk, the Mariners seem to have good vibes lol I do very much like Julio Rodriguez who seems pretty switched on, and ya gotta love the duo that is Ty France and JP Crawford (one word: Starbucks XD) I'm also quite fond of JP- it was pretty awesome to see his leadership within the team, and his reasoning for why aliens exist is flawed, but I do agree with him that there have to be aliens out there somewhere XD

I like the Blue Jay blue, and as a non-American, of course I have a soft spot for the only non-American team in the MLB lol I think the Blue Jays were the first team I saw do an outfield celebration (because yes, Pretty-Eyes Kiermaier duh lol) and that was that lol also, Bo and Vladdy lol

loml Lars Nootbaar. that's all :) ok and Tommy Edman lol (as a Third Culture Asian kid, I gotta give love to the Third Culture Asian players in the MLB yo lol)

B-Tier: San Francisco Giants, Baltimore Orioles, Arizona Diamondbacks, New York Mets, LA Dodgers, Chicago Cubs, San Diego Padres

most of these are just based on the vibes I'm getting, like the Cubs, Orioles, and Diamondbacks, but also

Sean Manaea from the Giants seems like a cool guy, and he and Blake Sabol are the only two Pacific Islander boys I know of in the MLB and that's hella cool. also, Alyssa Nakken is hella cool

Adley Rutschman is a Character(tm) and was also kickass in the Homerun Derby when he switch hit

Corbin Carroll because again, gotta give love to the Third Culture Asian players yo lol also gotta love Lourdes 'Pineapple' Gurriel Jr XD

I think Francisco Lindor's a cool guy, and like him, I too follow athletes not teams (if you couldn't tell by this list XD) I also really like the blue and orange of the Mets' uniform- there's just something about that colour combo that I think looks dope lol

if you'd asked me about the Dodgers earlier this year, I would've put them in as a S-Tier team, but then the shine wore off for me. Mookie Betts and Freddie Freeman are still some of my favourite guys in the League tho, and the Kiké Hernandez trade to go back to the Dodgers? I wasn't around for Dodgers-era Kiké, but it sounds like he was a hoot then, and it was so good to see some energy back in the dugout with Kiké there (until the postseason of course, but shh lol)

probably the most neutral team I have in the B-Tier, but I just think the Chicago Cubs are neat lol

I reckon the Padres are this high in my rankings purely because of the tv show 'Pitch' XD but also, I very much enjoyed watching Fernando Tatis Jr's 'villain' era this year and I'm quite fond of Juan Soto (also, shoutout to the Padres' social media team with their spring training questions/riddles of the day- my fave is 'why don't turtles play baseball?', highly recommend lol) oh oh! and their City Connect jerseys are lit lol

C-Tier: Houston Astros, Atlanta Braves, Anaheim/LA Angels, Cincinnati Reds, Minnesota Twins, Chicago White Sox, Texas Rangers

again, very much based on vibes lol

Astros are apparently hated by everyone except Astros fans, but damn they have some dope jerseys lol

you can't say Angels without thinking of Shohei Ohtani, who was arguably, the first baseball player I actually liked (see my early 'baseball with day' posts lol). and then of course, the WBC where Ohtani finally got to face his superstar teammate Mike Trout- which could also be described vice versa lol

ever since Pablo Lopez said he wanted an unlimited amount of cut mangoes, I've liked the guy and therefore the Twins XD (unlimited cut mangoes was such a left-field but top-tier response, how could I not love it?? lol)

Liam Hendriks is a fucking legend. am I biased because he's Australian? maybe. does that make him any less badass? hell no! the man survived cancer! I hope he stays healthy and has a good season ahead of him!

D-Tier: NY Yankees, Pittsburgh Pirates, Miami Marlins, Tampa Bay Rays, Oakland Athletics, Colorado Rockies, Boston Red Sox, Kansas City Royals, Milwaukee Brewers, Detroit Tigers, Cleveland Guardians

#baseball #baseball with day #mlb #this is the absolute batshit silliest mlb team ranking ever made LMAO #but it was very funny to go back and reread my notes after all the trades went down at the end of last year/beginning of this year #for the record- i'm not changing my dodgers ranking just because shohei is now a dodger #nor am i changing the padres or yankees ratings because of the soto trade #or the giants because of the manaea trade #i am also not bothered tagging all the goddamn teams in the league lmao #day says hey

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twopoppies · 4 years ago

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Hey Gina! I hope you and your kids are doing well! I was wondering if you had any riding fics? Thanks!

Hi darling. I actually don’t keep track of sex acts in fics, for the most part. I do have some that are tagged, however, so here you go:

Allegro/Adagio by coffinofachimera (E, 9K) everything I’ve read from this author has been so beautifully written, and this is no exception. Yes, it’s filthy, but they give such depth to the characters’ reasons for the way they “play”. And this is one of the rare fics that really take us through the build up to the scene, straight through to aftercare. I really loved this one.

Deux Fantômes by ohpleaselarry (E, 16K) So, let me start by saying I cried through ¾ of this. I promise it’s a happy ending, but it’s heavy and very moving. Please read the tags as there are some triggering things, but it’s also so sweet and gentle and really well written.

Mon Petit by coffinofachimera / @belialsmiracles (E, 4K) just... wildly sexy and intimate. I loved it.

Seeing Blind by zedi (E, 47K) I really liked the way this author gave a twist to both Omega Harry and Alpha Louis’ characteristics. It’s a whole lot of smut and miscommunication and, of course, a happy ending.

An Invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 45K) This is my fic, so here’s the summary:

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son.

The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

gathered on wings by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 33K) This is mine, as well. Here’s the summary:

What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist.

What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way.

Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for.

Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down.

however do you want me, however do you need me by moonshinelouis / @louislorde (E, 7K) I just love a bit of baby boyfriends and kink exploration. This one does it so well.

she feels so good by zedi / @that-idiot-overthere (E, 4K) This super sexy, fun fic gives you a little bit of everything from daddy kink to feminization.

into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo (E, 11K) I love the way this author captures the overwhelm of teenage lust and pining in this one. And at the same time, there’s something so gentle about the way the two of them are with each other.

you’re my best friend, best friend with benefits by daddylouist (NR, 5K) a solid little bit of filth with a bit of everything, and a whole lot of exhibitionism.

we've people to see (let's put 'em on hold) by orphan_account (E, 7K) I mean... riding the subway and you meet someone who turns out to be your sexual soulmate? Perfectly believable. This one is hot and funny at the same time.

in the heat where you lay by orphan_account by togetherwecouldbealright (E, 7K) This is mostly porn, but it’s interspersed with memories and talk about watching each other on stage and how much they love each other. So even though it's filthy, it's somehow also very loving.

someone who knows how to ride by orphan_account (E, 3K) I’m a complete sucker for power bottom Louis / service top Harry. This one is 3K of stupid hot smut and I love it.

want it all the time, need it everyday by swallowsmateforlife (E, 6K) I read this ages ago, so I could be off about the characterizations, but at the time, my notes said: “just a really sweet, sexy slice of life fic. Snapshots of moments in time of the two of them just being together and enjoying each other and loving each other, deeply.”

You don’t need me to show the way by LoadedGunn (E, 7K) This author is always a favorite for me. This one captures XFactor tour era Larry so well—including Louis teasing and Harry’s flustered descent into complete overwhelm. It’s so good.

Lollipop by Speechless (E, 5K WIP) This is chapter 1 of 2, but it’s such a good short story as it is, it’s worth a read even before the second part is done IMO. The writing is really sparse, in the best kind of way and I loved the vibe of Harry and Louis’ interactions.

Saving It For Later by domeaspreadsheet (E, 2K) This is asexy little snapshot of their banter. Plus, Harry in a skirt riding Louis is my dream, so there's that.

like how your hands feel me up and down by ballsdeepinjesus (E, 8K) First of all, this starts with Harry in a Snow White costume which, frankly, is all you need to grab my attention. Second of all, it’s super sexy and well paced and Harry’s in makeup and lingerie and….whew. You need to read it.

‘cause lately I’ve been waking up alone by sarcasticfluentry (E, 6K) I love the way this author writes smut and banter, so this is one of my faves. Plus, Harry makes a clone-a-willy of himself as a gift.

#riding #Larry fic rec #my fic rec

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daddy-ul · 4 years ago

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9, 10, 29 & 38 for the v-tallica asks :D

Ehya, dude!! Fancy meeting you here, eheh. Hope you are in for a ride bc you chose some questions.

9. You meet Lars in the backstage, he is (as usual) mumbling about the setlist for tonight, he asks you what song would you like to hear, and you say...

FML, said Past!Me, apparently.

First and foremost, IF I WAS IN THE BACKSTAGE, coherence would leave my body, head empty, heart happy. That said, if Lars spoke to me, I’d start calling him “Mr. Ulrich” bc my italian ass would take control and be very formal. But startstruck as I would be, I think I would try to keep the conversation going, so I would be all “oh, Mr. Ulrich, sir, that depends on WHERE on the setlist we are including the song”, and we would chat about that, bc mpft at the beginning of a concert you cant put anything “slow” or too depressing, “deaf and blind them” as Queen used to said. So... where, Mr. Ulrich? Which song are we swapping out? dhjadhajkdhasjdhak my machiavellian mind aside, there are really two possible outcomes that I see myself taking. In an ideal state of things, where time and space and ability don’t count, I think that I would request Fixxxer, swapping it with Fade to Black or something like that. I think Fixxxer would be intresting to talyor for a live reendition and BY GOD LET ROB PLAY THE BASS INTRO AND LET ME FEEL THE NEEDLES IN MY CHEST BY VIBRATION. *coff*

But.... honestly? Hand to heart? I would ask for Am I Savage?. Why? Because I like to live in the now, now we are talking, now it’s 202x, now there is this album out. Finally I have the opportunity of living metallica at the same pace of metallica, so I’m gonna enjoy it to the fullest. It’s not that that song is my fave of the album or whatever but... but the record was almost called Inheritance bc of it and other songs, so I want that. Yes, gimme a HTSD never played live song DURING HTSD era. I wish we could get to hear the whole album live by the end of this (derailed) tour.

10. Fave Metallica cover in Garage Inc.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA shit. Do not overthink it, do not overthink--

Crash Course in brain surgery (A GOOD BASS); the a national acrobatic bit in Sabbra Cadabra and then my basic ass has to say Mercyful Fate (bc it pumps me up so much) and Astronomy (I’m a BOC fan but DAMN, Metallica covers them so well!!!! and the ending of the song with the ‘astronomyyyyyyy the staaaaaaars’ eases my soul in such a soft way)

29. What’s your favorite story about Cliff?

I’m gonna cheat and you can’t stop meeeeee: one story for every bond

-just Cliff: when at the airport security found his hammer in his luggage and they were like “what is it for?” and Cliff was “You’ll never know when it might come handy” and they were, fair enough AND LET HIM KEEP IT JSADGSGADHGAJ

-Kirk and Cliff: when they were faboying over this metshirt design and decided to call it Abominog. I LOVE ABOMINOG.

-James and Cliff: that time when playing football James accidentally hit Cliff in the balls (am i remembering it correctly? anyway, he hit him very HARD) and Cliff started CALLING HIM NAMES while in pain shajdhajkdha and James was really nervous bc “you don’t call me that, you call OTHERS that, but not me”, oh sweet child, nervous that his first real big bro might not love him the best hsjaddh

-Lars and Cliff: the last paragraph of Back To The Front. If you read it, you know what I’m talking about.

38. Talk abt something Metallica related that you mentally link to something that happened in your life

uhmmmm, there are many things, not only bc I’ve a very good memory but bc it’s been 9 years since I impulsively bought a random dvd in a bookshop bc the cover looked cool (yes, yes, it was SKOM, it was 2011 and it was only 3.99 euros).

I will pick one, no more, no less important: 2 years ago i fucked up my knee, it’s kinda ok now but i cant do all the stuff I did before and I have to be careful bc if i force it too much it.... comes out of its own (which, for a karateka like me is kinda of a problem). Again, now it’s ok, I learned how much i can ask of it, how prevent injuries etc but at the beginning....

Where metallica comes into this? Well, my first met concert was in 02/2018, I fucked up my knee in December and I stayed in bed for a month and a half. So When the date of the concert approached I was already walking but I was still weary and... kinda depressed. Staying put and fixed in bed was not good for my head and karate is one of the most important thing in my life, at that point i didn’t even know if I could do it again + university exams where KILLING ME. Anyway, I was really really down and on the day of the concert I realized I couldn’t even risk to jump, bc what if???

But you know what? The fears, the weariness, the insecurities... just slowly melted. And not only I enjoyed the concert, not only I rocked tf out of it, jumping on my only good knee bc fck everything, but I came out recharged, cleansed and with my shoulders a little lighter. It was not a revelation, an epiphany or a life changing night, on the contrary! It was a simple night. A night that could happen again and again and again, you just have to be there for it.

There is nothing better that simple joys that need no explanations.

#hello bud ♥️#ask #i rambled again oh well #jinn contemplates life. metallica and life.#i kinda got sappy at the end but sjdjdjdjdj whatever #tysm :))))#(d)jinn all'opera

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imacrowcawcaw · 5 years ago

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Eyes of Juniper Ch. 1 (A Metallica Fic)

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Author (as known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr Pairing: Lars Ulrich/James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett/Cliff Burton, Lars/Female Character (briefly), Lars/Male Character (kinda, more just awkward one sided flirting then Lars gets rescued by his knight in a ratty Motorhead shirt) Fandom: Metallica Tags/warnings: Sex-swap AU, early 80s era 'tallica, smut, gay smut, also het smut since the whole gender switch thing, drinking and alcohol, lots of cussing and profanity, should warn that Lars goes into detail about taking a piss cuz ya know it's new to him, Idk I'll add tags per chapter as I think of shit

Notes:

1. Okay, so I spent like months thinking about whether to do this or not. On the one hand, yes this has so much potential to be fun (and I've seen some other sex swap stories i like). On the other hand, a lot of the whole sex/Gender swap thing is really stereotypical gender shit and goes against what I personally believe. But, creative juices won out and I'll try to keep true to character as much as possible while also making this funny and not too misogynistic (if that's possible).

2. This is a work in progress! I started it a year and a half ago, and now a friend is helping me continue

3. This story is inspired by the song 'Jewel of the Summertime' by Audioslave (on their album Revelations) I love this song and it is awesome you should totally go listen to it.

4. The witch-lady is inspired by Aine, Celtic goddess of love, summer, wealth, and sovereignty. I literally just googled 'goddess of love' then scrolled through a list to find someone other than Aphrodite (don't get me wrong I love Greek mythology but it just wasn't right for this fic) and came across this girl. I only did a quick Wikipedia read, I'm not planning on going too heavy into her myth and more just using her for the plot but.... If anybody is more well versed in Celtic mythology and I seem to get something wrong, please feel free to comment and I'll try my best to make it accurate!

5. Woo damn that was a lot of stuff, I don't blame you if you didn't bother reading it. Now, on with the show!

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1984 (Lars' POV)

The first thing I felt when I woke up was this odd sense of.... well, just something being fuckin' off. Like I was missing something, but also like I had gained something? I felt like a brand-new person, although in my gut I was still me.... Man, I must have had WAY too much Jager last night, it's fucking with my head.

I slowly peeled the itchy fleece blanket off of my body and rolled onto the floor, which was about a foot from the bare mattress. We really needed to invest in some sheets, especially if we wanted to keep bringing chicks back to the house. Apparently, most girls are not at all impressed by stained, lumpy mattresses with almost no bedding on them.

Speaking of girls and mattresses, didn't I bring one home last night? I raised my head slightly from its position from the threadbare carpet and looked at the bed, trying to see if Anna (Was that her name?) was still there. Yep, there was a naked hippy still passed out in my bed, sweet!

I groaned quietly as I stood and shuffled my way out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. It was then I noticed that I didn't really have the usual alcohol-and-early-morning-and-piss induced erection, but my bladder was still straining. Huh, weird.

Whatever. I just wanted to pee, get rid of that feeling in my gut, and get that dead possum taste out of my mouth. Pushing open the door and wincing as the creaky hinges screeched through my headache, I pulled down my boxers and reached for my dick.... What the fuck?

WHAT THE FUCK?

WHERE WAS MY MOTHERFUCKIN DICK?!

Trying not to panic, I looked down, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment so I wouldn't have to see right away. But, of course, that kind of defeated the purpose of looking down, so I opened them again. No dick. The hell was going on?

Taking a deep, calming breath, I tried to think through this rationally. My dick, for whatever reason, was not where it was supposed to be. But, my bladder was still full and begging to be released, so obviously my system or whatever was still working. That need to pee was turning into a burning pain, so I tried to come up with a solution. If I don't have a cock, then I can piss through....what, exactly? Is there anything down there at all? What is even going on!?

Pulling in another deep breath through my nose, I let it hiss out between clenched teeth as I slowly, so slowly, touched my fingers to my abdomen and moved them downwards, dreading what I would find. Annnnnd....... Yep, there it was.

Velvety soft lips, slick, pungent juices; anatomy I knew so well but never, EVER expected to feel on myself. My crisis would have to wait a minute, though, 'cause my bladder was going to explode and no dick be damned I needed to do something about it.

Gingerly sitting my ass down on the toilet (god, so weird sitting down just to piss) I tried to slowly let it out. The feeling was...well there was certainly relief of the pressure, but it also felt strange in a way I couldn't really describe. I could possibly get used to it, not that I'm planning on staying like this or anything.

Cringing as I wiped, I slowly pulled the boxers back up to my hips that I just now noticed were a little wider than usual. And my hands, were they smaller? Softer? My chest too....HOLY SHIT I HAVE BOOBS! That, I might be able to get used to.

I turned to the mirror, and was quite shocked at what I saw. There was a girl standing there, with large, doe-like green eyes staring back at me from underneath brown bangs. She had a nice tan on her upper body, although her breasts were still pale where she clutched at them, small rosy nipples poking through her fingers. A pair of black cotton boxers stretched tight around the small curve of her hips, but hung loose around her milky thighs that almost touched. And this...this chick was me. ME.

Shaking my head, I splashed some water onto my face and rubbed my eyes, hoping it was just a fucked up dream. No such luck.

I was considering hiding in the bathroom forever, because no way in hell could I let the guys see me like this, let alone figure out how to explain, when I heard a scream. It sounded a lot like Kirk's voice, so I pushed my problems to the back of my head and ran into the hallway, stopping dead in my tracks at what I saw.

Anna, or whatever her name was, stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in flowing black robes with green Celtic designs all over them. She had jewels and charms hanging from her waist, wrists, neck, and ears, each tinkling as she tossed some sort of... Powder onto a very shocked looking Kirk. Or at least, I was pretty sure it was Kirk. He (she?) seemed to be in the same boat as me as far as bodies were concerned at the moment.

With a final dusting of powder, witchy-chick turned to me and smirked. "I hope you learn your lesson, I'll be back in a week. And as for you...." She turned to Kirk, "Well, you're just too damn cute! I couldn't resist seeing what a pretty girl you'd make!"

"This is your fault? You bitch! " I yelled. "Why the hell did you do this to us? Who are you? Change us back, then get the fuck out! I don't wanna be a damn girl, and neither does Kirk!" God this was fucking insane, that chick was crazy!

She hissed at me, eyes flashing in a way that could not be human. "Now you listen, GIRL. You'll stay like this for as long as I deem fit. You need to learn some respect for women, and being one is the best way to do that. I suppose you don't remember what you did last night?" She asked, looking bored and ready lo go fuck up someone else's life.

I thought hard, then it came creeping back to me. The bar, the Jager, the flirting with a group of girls, copping a feel and getting slapped, then her changing her mind and coming home with me, talking dirty in her ear, then unworldly sex, her whispering what sounded like a spell in my ear as I came... Holy shit.

"Is this about me grabbing your ass? I'm sorry! Please don't do this!" I begged, finally starting to let the situation sink in and desperation set. This could not be happening.

"Hmph," she snorted, "Begging isn't going to get you anywhere. I've seen humans beg for much less, and they still didn't get it. No, you'll love your life as a woman for a week, both of you, and hopefully you'll come to realize the struggles and terror that comes with it. If you've learned your lessons and are truly sorry, then you will be turned back. If not... Well you'll just have to stay like this until you do."

And just like that, she turned with a flourish and disappeared into thin air. My morning could not get any crazier, I was sure if it. But, because I wasn't actually sure and was suddenly doubting all logical occurrences in the world, I knocked on the wooden railing. That done, I turned towards Kirk.

He (seriously, do I call us he's or she's now? This is so fucked up) was shaking like a leaf, looking like he'd fall over any moment. I went over to grab him, calm him down, something.

"Shh shh, it's all right, Kirk," I muttered in his ear, awkwardly patting his back. I never thought I'd need to, but it really fucking sucks I can't comfort him any better than this. It was like this sour feeling in my chest that nestled in right next to my heart, whispering how awful I was at this and how he's probably mad at me for getting him into this situation.

Before I could ask him if he wanted to punt me out of a window, though, I heard some shuffling and talking coming from downstairs. James and Cliff were headed up here. As much as I wanted to hide for a week until my fuckin' "lesson" was up, I couldn't exactly drag Kirk into the hall closet in his current state, so I stood my ground.

"Hey, ladies, we do appreciate the service you've done our ugly ass friends, but could you keep the cat fight down until you've left the house?"

Ah, James, the man still didn't know how to talk to women after all this time. He was either too shy to form a sentence, or he put on this macho bravado that turned him into a drink asshole. Either way, this lady was not pleased.

By now I guess the guys had reached the landing Kirk and I were at and saw me hugging him, because Cliff chimed in, "Aww, they've made up! Good! Now, can I ask what exactly you two were telling about so loudly that it woke me and my boy James up? Did Lars do something?"

My back straightened at that, and I turned my head to him indignantly. "I did fucking not!" I retorted, even though apparently this whole situation was my fault. No need for them to know that, though.

"Holy shit, Lars!?!" James screamed.

I sighed. "Hi, Jamie."

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Chapter 2

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mustainegf · 4 months ago

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hi if you're uncomfortable with this please feel free to ignore

any era james with a reader with scars on her arms? shes really self conscious about them and cries because of how they look and how people see her, maybe someone made a comment about them earlier and shes extra upset about it and james holds her and reassures her she's beautiful and that her scars dont define her and whatnot? just comforting her and holding her close and then maybe they fall asleep cuddled up?

thank you <3

Totally comfortable with this! I have struggled in the past with this sorta stuff and I want to bring people any sort of comfort

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mention of self harm, scars

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄 ¹⁹⁸⁵

The evening was very late, and the house dead silent. James had been out with the guys no doubt talking music and downing beer after beer. I sat on his bed, my head running with thoughts and feelings that seemed to eat me alive.

The next thing I knew, the first drops of tears had already fallen, and then just dissolved into my hands, sobbing.

I didn't hear the door open, but the change in the air told me James had just walked in. He took heavy footsteps. He saw me instantly, and without a word, he shut the door and locked it. The click of the lock echoed in the room.

He sat beside me on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. His scent, leather, smoke, and something so… him, swallowed me, and I felt like for a moment, I could breathe again.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he whispered in my ear, his voice ultralow. I nodded, shaking my head and trying to get a hold on myself, but the tears just wouldn't stop. "Come on, talk to me. Please, babe."

"I'm fine," I choked out, but even I didn't believe myself. James wasn't having it either. He pulled me tighter, his hand rubbing my back in slow.

"You're not okay," he said gently. "You’re crying, and I hate seeing you cry, baby, you know that. Please tell me what's going on."

I wanted to say, but somehow the words didn't leave my throat. How to explain, the hurt, the embarrassment? I couldn't stand that look of disappointment in his eyes.

James kept rocking me, murmuring sweet words. "You can tell me anything, you know that."

He finally cracked my walls. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady myself. "It's… it's something Lars said."

James's body stressed a little. "What did he say?"

I swallowed again, the lump in my throat swelling. "It's nothing, really. He was just… teasing me."

"What about?" he pressed. I could sense him getting frustrated, not with me, but the situation. All he wanted was to understand, to help.

I began to cry again, and I knew I needed to be honest with him. I loved him too much to withhold this from him now. I pulled back a little, looking down to my lap. "He was making fun of my scars."

James was silent a sec, his confusion palpable to me. "What scars? What do you mean?"

I took a deeper breath, almost painful with how far I reached into my lungs. I rolled up my pant leg, revealing the crisscrossing lines of healed white and pink scars that covered the area from my leg down to my ankle. I couldn't bring myself to look at James, I was terrified of the heartbreak I might see in his eyes.

His reaction was immediate, and he gasped, not loud, not dramatic, but every ounce of air left his body in the second.

"Oh my God," he whispered, his fingers delicately drew along the scars. "Why… why didn't you tell me?"

I looked away, shame raining down on me. "I didn't want you to think that I'm… weak, o-or ugly…”

He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes. In them, I saw the pain but also the love.

"You're not weak. God, and these,” he pointed a finger down on my scarred leg. “These make you strong. And THAT is beautiful…” he watched me with almost teary eyes. “I'm just. I'm scared for you. I don't want you to hurt yourself..."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, the tears falling harder now and soaking my shirt and falling to his blanket. "I didn't mean for you to find out like this.”

James pulled me right back into his arms. This time, he held me even closer, and I could feel just how fast his heart was going. "Don't be sorry… I just wish I'd known sooner."

He soothed my bruised heart. We talked for hours, James asking me tender questions, really trying to understand what I had gone through. James made me feel safer than anyone ever had.

"I'll talk to Lars," he promised, planting a kiss on my forehead. "He didn't have the right to say that to you. I'll let him know that."

I nodded. "Thank you, Jamie."

James kissed the top of my head again and his lips seemed to rest there. "I love you," he whispered.

“Even the sc—“

I couldn’t even get my words out before he was shushing me again.

“Even your scars, baby.”

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Title: burn bright until we’re not Fandom: Star Wars Ship: Biggs/Luke AN: Remember how I complained about the lack of fanfic? Yeah.

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— first

Luke Skywalker was not the first person Biggs had a crush on, but perhaps he was the first he fell in love with. The day he realized how much he adored his best friend wasn’t really different from any other day on Tatooine. There wasn’t much to do on their homeworld but to laze around, work on the farm, get drunk, repair a speeder and go racing. They had been done with their chores already.

Well, Biggs who had many siblings and less to do in general had been finished.

He’d gone over to the Skywalker homestead after to help Luke so that they could go racing after. Luke had been busy repairing droids, grease smeared over his clothes and face while he frowned at five different wires, only to lighten up as soon as he spotted his best friend. Biggs fell in love with the way Luke smiled at him.

— kiss

More often than not, kissing Luke meant tasting dust and oil. Biggs didn’t mind too much, even made fun of his boyfriend for being made out of storms and machines. Luke tackled him in retribution, they fell down into the sand, complained and laughed. They kissed the day Biggs left for the Academy, for the Rebellion, and there was nothing sweet about it. They clung to each other in desperation, torn between dreams and hopes and promises of coming back.

— final

The fighting stopped, the second Death Star had been taken out and with it the Emperor. But still, there was no sign of Luke. Biggs hadn’t been there when he decided to leave, surrender to Darth Vader so they wouldn’t have to deal with a Sith Lord killing their already few numbers. This was the final day of an era of tyranny, and Luke might be-

— numb

No, I am your father.

Luke had been desperate at first, then panicked and scared and finally angry. Now he only felt numb. When his world had been falling apart, the stories about his father had been something to cling to. He had been a good man, a hero, and Luke had wanted to be just like him.

He didn’t know who was supposed to be now.

— broken

When Luke returned from Bespin, he wasn’t the same. He was missing his friend, his lightsaber and his right hand, but something in him had broken and Biggs didn’t know how to fix it.

“He survived Vader,” Wedge assured him. “He will pull through.”

— wings

“So, uh, does everything around Commander Skywalker usually grow wings?”

Rogue Squadron’s newest recruit was short, and she doesn’t look like much, but her turns were so sharp that Luke wanted to hand her his lightsaber just to see if she’d know what to do.

“You get used to it,” Wedge sighed. “Our dear leader usually goes outside to meditate, but Biggs forbid him after he caught a cold last time.”

Luke dropped one of the floating tools on Wedge’s head.

— melody

Luke was humming. Biggs was fairly sure he didn’t even notice it, but since they had taken off, flying in the direction of the Death Star, Luke had been humming. He only really stopped when he was calling in and giving a status update. Biggs knew the song from Luke. It wasn’t a nursery rhyme, but Aunt Beru used to sing it as one. Luke always muttered it when he was trying to calm down, except for that one time he had shouted it when they’d been flying away from Tuskens in Beggar’s Canyon.

“Oh, You're never gonna be closer to the Great Water,” Biggs whispered to himself. “Than when the Master sends you into the desert, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

They’d make it out. They would survive this suicide run against the Empire and utterly destroy their weapon of mass destruction.

— rules

Luke watched Biggs leave, the japor snippet he’d been given burning warmly in his hand. Biggs had promised that he’d return in three years time, come pick Luke up and they’d be free to travel wherever they wanted. It was a nice dream and Luke wanted to chase after it, but nobody who had made it off Tatooine ever came back, such were the rules of their life. Luke felt like everything inside him was screaming at him to tell him he’d see Biggs again. Well, that could only mean that it would be Luke chasing after Biggs, so that for once in their lives their roles were reversed.

— chocolate

Introducing his new wingman to sweets was Wedge’s new hobby. Biggs Darklighter, Outer Rim pilot, was a terror on the field. You almost wouldn’t assume he was nineteen, looking and acting much older. Right now though, his face utterly stuffed with fine Alderaanian chocolate, he actually seemed like the inexperienced young man he was.

“I have to show Luke this,” Biggs muttered.

“Who’s Luke?” Wedge asked.

Biggs smiled softly and oh- well, if that wasn’t a love-struck expression.

— nostalgia

“I missed this,” Han said. “You, me, people shooting at us while we’re saving the day.”

“This is not the right place for nostalgia, Han!” Leia shouted at him and leaped over their cover, her lightsaber ignited.

“You’re right,” Han agreed, watching her tear her way through their attackers like an angry war goddess. This was way better.

— heartbeat

“We’re losing him! I need a medic over here, now!”

This wasn’t their childhood adventure, this was war. It meant burying and burning their dead, staining their dirty flight suits with the blood of the people they couldn’t help, those they reached too late.

“Quick, someone, his heartbeat is weak, hurry up-“

“He’s gone, Biggs,” Luke said, his voice sounded far away. “We have to keep moving. C’mon, the imps aren’t far behind us.”

— stranger

They hadn’t seen each other in weeks. Luke had been tracking down Jedi artifacts on his own and Biggs had been busy flying transports.

“Hey, there stranger,” Biggs greeted Luke from behind.

Luke didn’t even twitch, it was getting near impossible to surprise him nowadays. He turned around quickly and pulled at Biggs’ collar so he could kiss him. Around them, their friends shout and whistle.

“Idiots, all of them,” Biggs laughed and went in for a second kiss. He tangled his fingers in Luke’s hair. It was darker than it had ever been on Tatooine, and longer too.

“You need a haircut.”

“I need a shower,” Luke replied. “Care to join me?”

— confusion

Han didn’t know what he was supposed to make of the kid, the old man, and the two droids. Chewie liked them, especially the old man. He’d introduced himself as Ben Kenobi and the kid as Luke Skywalker. Han had been a brat himself during the Clone Wars, but even he recognized those two last names. The Jedi magic business he was less sold on – it made no sense and it was confusing as hell, alright? – but back in the war, the Jedi had been Generals. Military titles Han could work with. Either way, the kid and the old man didn’t look like much, but perhaps they’d prove him wrong.

— bitter

The alcohol tasted bitter on Luke’s tongue, but it wasn’t the worst drink he'd ever had.

“Passable,” he judged and handed his bottle over to Wes who promptly choked on it.

“The heck, Skywalker! This tastes like the stuff I put in my tanks! This isn’t drinkable.”

Luke frowned and took back the bottle to hand it to Biggs, who also had no problems drinking it. They shared a look, then grinned.

“You should taste the stuff we drunk back home.”

“No, thank you.”

— afterlife

Biggs stared at Luke, then at the empty space beside Luke where apparently Anakin Skywalker’s ghost was lurking, and finally back again at Luke.

“No,” he said, pulled their blanket over his head again and dropped back on their bed. “It’s too early for funky Jedi business. I can meet him later when I’m awake and coherent enough to understand dead people coming back. The world of the living is closed for any afterlife dwellers until I’ve had my kaf.”

Biggs slowly fell asleep again to the sound of twin laughter.

— daybreak

Biggs had spent the whole day over at the Lars homestead until it had been so dark, Aunt Beru hadn’t wanted him to go home by himself. Luke and he had squeezed together in Luke’s bed, which was much too small for two teenagers, even if Luke was short for his age. They stayed up way to too late and got up before the first sun rose.

“C’mon,” Luke whispered and dragged Biggs with him outside. They climbed up the dome of the homestead and huddled together, watched the sunrise. At daybreak, Biggs decided he’d follow Luke everywhere, he’d only need to ask.

— audience

They had an audience.

“Didn’t you say he was your boyfriend?” Wes asked. Next to him, the pilot Luke had arrived with – Han Solo or so? – looked just as flabbergasted as the rest of the team. He kept looking at Luke, as if to check that they weren’t playing a prank on them.

“You talked about me?”

Now Luke was looking up at Biggs with his big blue eyes flickering mischievously and Biggs could feel his cheeks heating up.

“Well, yes. I mean, it’s not like this is Tatooine, but I figured I should still, ah, stick to the oath, so boyfriend-“

Luke finally had enough torturing Biggs. “Yes, you did fine. And yes, we are married.”

“When did that happen?” Solo asked, throwing his hands in the air. “We arrived not even a week ago!”

Now it was Luke’s turn to blush, rightly so. “Uh, before Biggs left Tatooine, so three years ago…?”

— endless

Sometimes it felt like the fighting never stopped. They came back from patrol, someone slapped a few bacta patches on them if they could afford any, they ate if they could keep the ration bars down, went to sleep if they didn’t wake up screaming and got sent off for another run. There were moments where Biggs thought it didn’t get any better, the Alliance just tried to avoid the worst of the punches. He hated this endless fighting, the thought that this might be it for the rest of his life.

He always got back up again either way.

— fireworks

The first time they kiss, it wasn't so much a kiss as Biggs being stupid and getting lost in his thoughts. Luke couldn’t sit still and he was always making sounds, whether he was humming or talking. Luke had turned to Biggs, asking him to hand him a tool and all Biggs could think of at that moment, was how nice it would be to kiss Luke.

So he did.

As soon as his lips touched Luke’s, he realized what he was doing and pulled back. He expected Luke to start shouting maybe, not to flush bright red, stammer and abandon all attempts at communication to dive in for a second, clumsy and awkward kiss. They made up inexperience with enthusiasm and nothing, not even the drought season fireworks, could compare.

— wishing

“So you what? Rub a lamp and get three wishes?” Leia asked skeptically.

Han groaned. “Yes, it’s an old Corellian story. Can I go on now?”

“But, Dad, aren’t there any rules about the wishes?”

“Yes, Han. There must be rules.”

There probably were, but Han couldn’t recall them. He only vaguely remembered the story from his childhood. Maybe his mother had told it to him or he had just put it together from the many stories the fellow orphans used to tell at night, he wouldn’t know.

He did know that his wife and son shared the same inquiring look that looked utterly adorable on Ben’s small round face.

“You make up some rules then,” Han decided and as expected, Ben and Leia immediately began discussion.

So much for bedtime stories.

— birthday

Leia’s birthdays had always been overshadowed by the much more important Empire Day, a festive no planet of the Empire could escape. Her parents used to sit down with her for an hour at least, both making time in their busy schedules to have sweets with her and give Leia their presents. After Alderaan’s destruction, Leia had never stopped to think about her birthdays. She’d forgotten it twice and only remembered it when Luke mentioned offhandedly that it was his birthday while they were stuck together hiding from bounty hunters.

The war wasn’t over now, far from it, but a year after the Emperor’s death, Leia could celebrate, wanted to celebrate her birth and that of her twin’s. She’d missed enough years with him, she didn't want to miss another.

— tomorrow

Today they partied. They cheered and danced and got so blackout drunk they wouldn’t be able to hear the desperate screams of their friends’ dying breaths. Tomorrow they would burn flags for their dead. They would pack up their base and rush to a new system to hide in.

— oppression

Biggs could have had a comfortable life on Tatooine. His family was well-established and he’d earn enough money to live a good life, but Biggs had always dreamed of the stars. But even more than that, he’d yearned for a free galaxy. The Darklighters had kept their last name when they became free, Biggs great-grandmother hadn’t ever wanted to pretend she came from somewhere that was not oppression, but the people around them had forgotten it more and more with each year that passed.

Skywalker, on the other hand, was so glaringly a slave name, people took notice.

Tatooine bred two kinds of people, those who resisted and those who sought to establish their cruel system. If they had just one or two pilots more, a chance to get off this planet, the rebels would be overrun with help from the Hutt space.

— agony

Leia stared at the people in front of her, wondering whether they were serious pilots or a bunch of teenagers.

“You don’t understand,” Hobbie insisted. “It’s agony. You’re our only hope, Senator.”

“I’m busy,” Leia said and walked past them. Honestly, Luke and Biggs were adults, they could solve their fight on their own. Interfering would only make it worse.

“Please! They won’t even talk to each other!”

Leia rolled her eyes. If they already weren’t talking anymore, they were already done fighting and just trying to figure out who needed to apologize first.

“Busy!”

— return

Luke wondered what it said about himself that he’d been so reluctant to return to Tatooine, even when he knew that Han was here and they had to free him. Perhaps it was because he could still smell the ashes of his burned childhood home. Or maybe because he could hear the desert scream at him, beg him to save their children.

But he couldn’t. Not today.

He’d be back again, he knew then. Free the remaining slaves as the Jedi had ought to do decades ago, teardown the makeshift grave he’d made for his parents, and maybe watch in amusement as Biggs’ mother would be forced to treat him politely as her son-in-law.

— protection

“Don’t forget to use protection!” Wedge shouted, as always the loudest of the Rogues.

Right beside him, Hobbie laughed. “And close the doors if you’re busy!”

Wes, the last remaining member of the original Death Star Red Squadron only snorted and shook his head. “They’re going on a mission, guys.”

“Undercover!”

“Without supervision!”

“Left alone for the first time in- uck.”

Biggs had thrown a pillow at Wedge, while Luke hadn’t even bothered to turn around. No, he had a husband to protect his honor.

— boxes

They exchanged gifts near midnight while the party showed no sign of ending, but the day was almost over.

“What is this?” Luke asked and for a split-second, Leia was angry at her parents. How could her father let them be split up? Luke should have grown up together with her on Alderaan, known their customs as well as she did.

“They’re marriage cords,” Leia explained. “Siblings make them for each other when they get married. I’m…” Leia quickly counted the years. “Nine years late, but I wanted you to have one. We usually put them in our hair during the wedding and keep them as necklaces or bracelets after.”

“Oh.” Luke examined the sky blue cords Leia had spent weeks fussing over. “Can you help me put them in? I don’t know how exactly.”

“Of course. Do I get to open my present before?”

“Yes!”

Luke eagerly pushed a small box into her hands. Leia opened it carefully and took out the bright purple crystal out of the box. Her brother looked a little sheepish, but there was an edge to his expression of which Leia knew that it meant that this was important to him.

“I know you said you prefer blasters and would leave the Jedi-ing to me, but the galaxy’s better off when we’re together.”

She grinned and elbowed Luke. “Don’t start complaining when I kick your ass, little brother.”

“I have it on good authority that I’m actually the older one-“

— hope

When Biggs finally returned to Yavin IV, he was exhausted. It was daytime on the moon, everyone seemed to be outside, running around, but all he really wanted to do was drop in his bed and sleep for the next twenty-four hours.

“Good morning, Commander Darklighter!”

The young boy who had greeted Biggs was dressed in loose tonics, looking much happier and comfortable than he had half a year ago when they’d found him and another two dozen children in an imperial training facility. He hadn’t gotten out of his habit of calling people by their titles yet, but his night terrors had lessened considerably and Biggs counted it as a win.

“Morning, Finn,” Biggs greeted. “And who is this little lady?”

The little girl hiding behind Finn mustered him curiously. She couldn’t be much older than four if Biggs were to guess.

“This is Rey Skywalker,” Finn said. “She’s new. Master Luke found her on Jakku. He’s training with the Padawans right now, do you want me to take you?”

Skywalker, she was another one of their many nameless and abandoned children then.

“I’d like that,” Biggs said and crouched down. “It’s nice to meet you Rey. My name is Biggs. I’m usually in charge of making sure our Jedi Master is behaving.”

He held out his hand and little Rey, new hope for a new age, took it.

— preparation

There were four of them, five if you counted Luke. Out of thirty, five had made it back from the Death Star. The other squadrons weren’t faring much better, there was a lot of reshuffling to be done.

“We need a name,” Hobbie decided, the oldest of them all at twenty-six. It seemed a little bit like a macabre joke.

“Five rogue pilots? We’re not gonna be a new squadron. They’ll split us up,” Wes tossed in, anger coloring his voice. He’d been with the Red Squadron the longest, lost the most friends. Despite his words, he had marched with the rest of them to the first empty room near the hangers, not awaiting room assignment. None of them were really preparing to be split up.

“So we tell them we’re a team,” Luke said, shrugging. “They can’t do anything about it then.”

Biggs wanted to protest. That really wasn’t how the Alliance worked, and yet when he opened his mouth, the words were lost to him. Luke got this air about him sometimes, like he knew whatever was saying was the truth and nothing but the truth.

“Rogue Squadron,” Wedge decided. “We should be the Rogue Squadron. We made the Death Star shot, we finished what they started, we’ll take their name. I’ll be Rogue Two.”

Wedge hadn’t been at Scarif, he’d been in medical at the time, but Tellem had been and they had died there. Biggs had never known what exactly their relationship was, and now it was too late.

“Rogue Three,” Biggs said instead.

“Four,” Wes added, while Hobbie claimed Rogue Five for himself.

That only left Luke and it seemed obvious now where he belonged.

— beautiful

“You’re beautiful.”

Biggs snorted.

“I’m old and gray and no, I’m not going to go pick up the Padawans in the jungle with you. Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Skywalker.”

Luke laughed and sat up. “Oh, I’m pretty sure it’ll get me everywhere.”

After all these years, Biggs still felt like that clumsy sixteen-year-old with a crush on the loveliest person he knew. He’d thought of himself as so grown up then already, but looking back, he knew they had been children still, much too young for the decisions they would make.

“If we pick the kids up with a ship, how much longer can we stay in bed?”

Going by the speed at which Luke made himself comfortable next to Biggs again, he assumed they could stay like this at least another hour.

— lies

“He’s my father!” Luke finally shouted, cut off from the rest of their squadron, stuck in a jungle on some Force-forsaken planet in the middle of nowhere.

In the desert, you learned how to be silent, least of all you attract womp rats or raiders or even more dangerous beings. Luke rarely raised his voice but now, admitting the truth, he was shouting at the storm inside his mind.

“Darth Vader is your father,” Biggs repeated.

He wanted to tell him to stop lying, except it made terribly sense. Luke’s wanted posters never named him as the Death Star Shot, and they demanded that he was to be brought in not only alive, but unharmed.

“But you’re still Luke Skywalker,” Biggs continued.

He pulled Luke back into his arms and, as so often in the last months, hoped they’d get a break from fighting the Empire, fighting for Justice.

— underneath

Han opened the secret compartment of the Falcon, hoping everybody would be alright. Three bright-eyed kids looked back up at him and not for the first time, did Han wonder why he of all people always ended up smuggling Jedi brats through the galaxy. He was married to Leia, Senator of New Alderaan and Jedi Knight, and he was a pretty well-known figure as well. He really shouldn’t be cut out for undercover work still after so many years.

“Thank you, General Organa,” the oldest of the brats said and climbed out of the hatch.

“Don’t sweat it.”

— hide

Watching the tiny Skywalker and Darklighter interact was one of Rex’s favorite past times. They were so much like General Skywalker and Senator Amidala, it was almost funny. Always searching for the other when they were in the same room, making eye-contact, the cheesy flirting toned down to keep an air of professionalism – Rex could go on and on.

The only difference was that they didn’t have to hide.

Commander Skywalker rushed past Darklighter and gave him a quick peck on the lips before chasing after some new recruits. Rex wondered if perhaps his parents would be here now too, fighting alongside them, if they hadn’t been forced to keep their relationship a secret.

— diary

“He knew, you know,” Luke told Leia. “Ben- Obi-Wan. He knew about our parents’ relationship, but he kept it a secret anyway because Father would have been thrown out of the Order and Mother would have lost her seat in the Senate. He wrote about it in his journal.”

Leia had wanted to get her hands on Obi-Wan Kenobi’s journal ever since her brother had given her the purple kyber crystal that accompanied Leia everywhere. It was difficult to figure out how to construct a lightsaber without any reference texts, but Luke had been busy.

“So all of this could have been avoided with a few changed laws?” Leia asked, already knowing the answer.

Of course, it wasn’t this easy. Tracking down how deep Palpatine’s machinations had ran took up most of her time. Leia still resented Vader and she didn’t think she’d ever care for him the way Luke did, but there was something horrifying about reading through a Sith Lord’s observations of a bright twelve-year-old child meant for greatness. Leia could never mourn Vader, but in the quiet presence of her brother she allowed herself to mourn Anakin Skywalker.

— unforeseen

Biggs didn’t believe it when he saw a tuft of blonde hair, the color of spun gold, during the meeting. Wedge had mentioned that the princess had been returned by a farm boy and a smuggler, but he didn’t think of Luke. He was still back on Tatooine, waiting for Biggs to come pick him up. He’d been meaning to go a few weeks ago, but the Alliance had needed him more. Now Luke was within reach, and yet, even when Biggs could clearly see his face, just across the hall, he couldn’t believe it.

— conditional

“These terms are non-negotiable, Skywalker,” Fett said.

His blaster was still pointed at Biggs’ temple. The bounty hunter would kill him before either could move.

“Fine.” Luke threw away his lightsaber. “I come with you, but he stays alive. Those are my conditions.”

Fett agreed and tossed a pair of handcuffs at Luke, shooting Biggs’ leg in the same motion. Biggs shouted and dropped to his knees.

“He’s alive, now come on, Jedi.”

— gone

He had missed twenty years, two decades, too much time his son should have been at his side. Padmé was gone, Vader had returned to Naboo to examine her grave, to ensure that this hadn’t been yet another trick played on him, that she hadn’t betrayed him once more.

Vader had always thought their child would be a girl with Padmé’s coloring and maybe his blue eyes. She had been fond of them. He wondered what Luke looked like beyond the red haze of Vader’s vision.

— clear

“Are you threatening me?” Biggs asked, trying to figure out why Han Solo was metaphorically waving his blaster in Biggs’ face.

Han nodded and crossed his arms in front of his chest. The two of them were almost the same height, but Biggs was tired and slouching while Han was standing with his back straight.

“Yes, it’s tradition. Luke is my friend. I figured nobody else had done it on his behalf. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” Biggs replied.

— heartache

“He’s stupid!” Leia ranted. “And ignorant and arrogant and petulant and-“

“Important to you?” Luke interrupted her.

Leia glared at him, then dropped face-first onto her bed and groaned. It was strange seeing her so childish. Around everyone else, she acted much more serious, never said a word about how she was feeling. Luke thought it might be because everyone called her “Princess” first and by her rank second, making it easier for themselves to talk over her.

But the two of them clicked well. Sometimes it surprised Luke that they hadn’t been friends since childhood, teasing each other about their crushes and heartache.

“One day I’m going to kiss Han to shut him up,” Leia vowed.

— wired

There were always a lot of droids on their bases, especially around the hanger where most of the repairs took place and the pilots kept their astromechs, except Luke’s of course. Artoo always followed his Master or, in his absence, his Master’s companion.

“Your droid has some loose wiring,” one of their mechanics said.

Artoo had left one Master once, he wouldn’t leave a second.

— insanity

Watching Luke train was fascinating. He was right in his element, all the habits that made Luke a little strange fit so suddenly. You couldn’t spent half your life in love with Luke Skywalker and end up thinking he was normal. Biggs recalled the stories the Clone Wars’ veterans on base told of the leaders they always called their Jedi, loyal to the end. They sounded like ethereal warriors with too bright eyes, always a little too aware of their surroundings. It was almost too easy to picture Luke as one of them. It wasn’t insane to imagine him bringing back the Order he belonged to now.

Biggs wouldn’t mind. Hell, he’d be right out there with him helping. If Luke set his mind on something, he could do it.

— foolish

“Marry me,” Biggs said.

“What?” Luke thought he had misheard Biggs.

“Let’s get married,” his boyfriend repeated, grinning like a love-sick fool. “So you’ll always know I’m going to come back for you.”

“We can’t. My uncle-“

“So we’ll do it in secret,” Biggs argued. “No one but us has to know.”

Marrying in secret was nothing unusual on Tatooine. It was often enough that couples couldn’t be together openly, Hutt rule prevented that kind of freedom. Luke had always thought his wedding would be different.

“We’re not slaves,” Luke said stubbornly. They shouldn’t have to do anything in secret, they were free people and few things had ever been as important to Luke as reminding others of it.

“I know. I know Luke Skywalker, freeborn child of Anakin, child of Shmi, child of the desert. I know you and I want to marry you.”

Luke stared at him in disbelief, giving Biggs a chance to take back his words, but his best friend was still serious, unwilling to budge. Luke was strong, stubborn too, but not enough to deny himself this.

“We don’t have any water!” He finally blurted out. “We need water. And japor pieces.”

“Is that a yes?”

Luke leaned forward until his forehead was resting against Biggs’. “Of course, I’m saying yes.”

— words

He was silent at his father’s funeral. He could hear the people celebrating in the distance, but right in front of the funeral pyre where Anakin Skywalker’s prison laid burning, Luke couldn’t say a word.

— study

“Master Yoda told me to pass on what I’ve learned,” Luke said and dropped the datapads in frustration. “But there’s so much I don’t know! How am I supposed to bring back the Jedi if I don’t even know half of what their Padawans had to know?”

He’d spent hours upon hours reading through his Father’s archive. He barely managed to get through one text without having to look up another and another- A lot of it didn’t make sense to him and half of it he didn’t even understand.

Whenever he told one of the others, they just said he’d manage with some more studying, but Luke was starting to lose faith. Where did one start to study without a teacher?

Master Yoda had called him a Jedi Knight, Luke wasn’t so sure about that anymore.

— love

Luke didn’t know how to love gradually. Unlike his Father, as he’d later learn, Luke’s love wasn’t all-consuming, going further than it should. He cared for his pilots, for his friends, his sister, and his father. Anakin Skywalker was Darth Vader, but Darth Vader was also Anakin Skywalker or he wouldn’t have chased after his son for years. Once that knowledge settled in his mind, Luke loved his father. It gave him the strength to throw away his lightsaber, to come in peace instead of war. He’d never excuse Vader’s actions and he’d never give more than he could, but Luke loved and the galaxy was a better place for it.

— skies

“Rogue Squadron reporting for duty, Sir,” Luke said.

He knew that the rest of High Command didn’t really know what to make of him. He was young, he was short and he had a lightsaber he was only just now figuring out how to use. The sky, though? That Luke knew. He didn’t know how to be a Jedi, but he knew how to fly and soar through the sky.

He could be a pilot.

He would be.

— stars

“I want to see the stars, all of them,” Luke said, proud that his voice didn’t crack even once. It had started breaking a while ago, much to everyone’s amusement.

“All of them? That will take a while.” Biggs was teasing him, but Luke knew his friend yearned for the stars just as much as he did.

“A whole lifetime!”

Luke couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do.

— lucky

Luke closed his eyes. He had to make this shot. Failure was not an option. What was, was.

Back on Tatooine, people always said Luke was a lucky one. He may not have had the most money, but he always managed to pick the best droids and ship parts for the few credits he did have. Shooting womp rats half-blind with sand making his eyes tear wasn’t more difficult than this.

He just had to focus.

— shake

“This is Rogue Three, I’ve picked up some annoying imps and I can’t shake them.”

“Rogue Twelve here. I’m helping you out. Where’s your wingman?”

“Busy getting shot at- I just got that wing repaired, don’t aim at it, you stupid-“

“Rogue Six, has anybody got their eyes on our fearless leader?”

“Rogue Two, I’m still following Luke- kriff, shit, oh, no, no-“

“What’s going on there? Wedge, what the heck’s going on?”

“TIE fighters, three of them- fuck, that’s Death Squadron! Everybody retreat! Get out! Hail command and tell them we need back up! Now!”

— punctual

Biggs pulled up, just in time to avoid the shot from the TIE fighter behind him and spun, just like he used to back home, causing the enemy pilot to crash into the wall. Biggs resumed his position as Luke’s guard, sure that once more he wouldn’t be able to make it. Instead of falling into a panic, remembering the names and faces of the decimated Red Squadron, Biggs forced himself to look ahead. They’d make it, he told himself. There was no fear. The winds of Tatooine carried them forward and Biggs watched as Luke made his shot. Even before the hit landed, he was already pulling up, ready to give Luke cover so they could escape in time before the Death Star blew them up as well.

Biggs knew Luke had done the impossible.

They escaped the Death Star as fast as they could, passing the wreckage of a bloodless battlefield.

“Red three, are you with me?” Luke’s voice echoed over the comms.

“Yeah,” Biggs replied. “Like I’d ever leave you alone. I promised, remember?”

They were both laughing and crying when they got out of their ships. Biggs pulled Luke into a hug, desperation and utter joy overwhelming him, so very similar to that last night on Tatooine.

They had survived.

#star wars #Luke Skywalker #biggs darklighter #skylighter #leia organa #Han Solo #the rogue squad ended up playing a way bigger role than i though they would #fanfic #almost 6.000 words my dudes #in one day #that'S what the cool kids call #'i didn't work on my essay'#look at me go tossing all my worldbuilding in here again #i just have feelings about Alderaan alright

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laurlovescookies · 5 years ago

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Spinearl Week Headcanons

Spinel created a cute nickname for her gf inspired by a pink flower she spotted on Earth. (Not Rose, mind you; Sweet Pea.) And since Spinel adores horrible puns, she loves referring to Pink Pearl as her "pearlfriend" instead of "girlfriend"

Pink Pearl also adores soul-witheringly dorky, dad-grade humor, so these sorts of antics induce her exploding in gut-busting laughter. Spinel loves the sound so much she wants Peridot to record the sound and put it on a mixed tape

Spinel and Pink Pearl aren't repulsed by the concept of human food/eating like Pearl is. On the contrary; every single one of their teeth is sweet, and these two consequently have the diets of hummingbirds (Nearly pure sugar.) And all the appetite for it of starving piranhas. You know how it is with that white powder.

Spinel and Pink Pearl aren't ready to live together just yet; Spinel still has a lot of separation anxiety and requires a lot of attention, so she's still pretty clingy with the diamonds. White Diamond offered to build Pink Pearl a Homeworld palace of her own as restitution for that whole "thousands of years spent as a mind slave" thingy, but Pink Pearl declined and left to live on Little Homeworld. She just needs some space to figure stuff out (Preferably in an adorable little valentine's-pink cottage) after everything she's been through

Spinel totally understands, though it's very, very, very difficult for her to let go of her Sweet Pea every time the Diamond ship departs Earth. Or shortly after it arrives, for that matter

Spinel loves hugging Pink Pearl and would literally do it 24/7 if possible (Okay, maybe just 23/7 to break for ice cream)

Pink Pearl is touch starved (White Diamond wasn't exactly the touchy feely type) and loves clinging to Spinel like a koala

The fact that Spinel doesn't have more arms to hug her pearlfriend literally keeps her up at night

One of the reasons why Spinel would like to learn how to fuse is the hope that she'd have more arms to hug her girlfriend

Pink Pearl isn't the only reason Spinel gradually starts wanting to visit Earth more and more often, but boy howdy if she isn't a serious incentive *Coughs* Whipped *Coughs again*

Spinel's Diamond moms love teasing Spinel about her (Although not so much as to send her over the edge) And Spinel gets hella flustered each and every time

Ruby/Sapphire might've been Steven and Bismuth's favorite, but now they've got a tie with this sickeningly-sweet duo

Spinel and Lapis can relate to each other a lot for obvious reasons and become friends

They also reluctantly go to therapy together

As a matter of fact, EVERYONE in this series goes to fucking therapy

Spinel eventually graduates from "I Hate Steven" to "Anyone Hurts My Precious Cinnamon Roll Will Be Shot On Sight If I'm Feeling Generous" (Needless to say this applies to Pink Pearl also)

Pink Pearl likes hanging out with the Off-Colors, because if she's different-looking even among gems no one bats an eye (Pun intended)

Pink Pearl likes confectionary so much that she wraps up boxes of Lars' pastries to ship around the country (His business is very successful

She's still getting used to the idea of currency, let alone being a compensated employee, so she specifically requested to be paid in donuts

The number Spinel and Pink Pearl love to fusion dance to is one of the most famous songs of the 1930's Big Band Era: Benny Goodman's zany "Sing, Sing, Sing" instrumental

(You listen to this classical tune and tell me it doesn't suit these goofballs)

#spinearl #spinel #pink pearl #steven universe #su #spinel week #headcanon

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hattercatsparadise · 4 years ago

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[Biographical information]

Name:

Emily Hellscales

Age:

Birthday:

August 2

Sign:

Leo

Height:

143 cm / 4′8’’

Appearance:

Unlike her sister, she is the only one who naturally has a more human appearance: With a youthful and childlike appearance that makes her commonly confused as a child thanks to her short stature, Emily has red wavy hair with bangs braided to the right while she is. divided into two strands tied to the sides of the head like two high ponytails attached to the sides of the head, the ends of her hair fall in a gradient from orange to blond, indigo blue eyes and a pale skin.

She has another appearance: a beautiful and majestic dark gray almost black dragon with bone armor like a skull covering the head, long black spines running down its neck, dark blue eyes, some blue patterns from the top of the head to the tail with a flame sky blue crackling and part of the soles of the legs and large wings with indigo blue membranes with three fingers.

Usually she wears the standard Night Raven uniform in addition to the Heartslabyul uniform wearing a detailed white skirt in gold instead of the uniform pants and occasionally wears the Diasomnia uniform when she is in the dormitory founded by the Thorn Witch or when she is being a "lady company "for Malleus. As a casual outfit she wears a set of earrings in the form of yellow bows as well as a kind of black dress clearly too big for her body, with sleeves covering her hands. The dress is detailed with a collar made of silk print in two shades of red, one lighter and one darker with black lace trim and yellow silk ribbons at the edges, while on the sleeves there is a sash of the same fabric as the collar with ruffles made in white silk.

Homeland:

Valley of thorns

[Personal information]

Personality:

Emily is childish and has a tendency to speak using "cute" phrases; including sound effects and meaningless words. To refer to herself, she usually speaks in third person, citing her own name, which makes her look even more adorable. Exclusively in her cute and childlike personality she also has a habit of using abbreviations for the names of her close friends and when she considers them family she repeats the abbreviation.

Despite the appearance of a fragile girl, Emily also has a dark side: A second personality where Emily's cute behavior disappears, and she becomes cynical and more mature. When her personalities alternate, her voice decays to that of an adult woman. This personality is also outspoken and occasionally rude to people, including adults.

Likes:

Dedicate herself to loved ones, always be active in some activity or project, fencing, hiking, horseback riding, playing the clarinet.

Dislike:

That someone does harm or threatens loved ones, hypocrisy, falsehood, people who devalue their relationships are family, love or friendships, very noisy places.

Hobbies:

Cook

Biography:

Emily is a hybrid resulting from a union between her mother, a dragon from the dead and a cupid who was her mother's second relationship; she lived with her mother and sister born from her mother's first relationship and at the time her younger sister was a newborn, the three of them lived in a hut inside a cave deep in the darkest forests of the Valley of the Thorns. When she was five years old, their home was invaded by experienced and talented dragon exterminators, their mother managed to save them at the cost of her life.

So Mirella with her; moved to the nearest village in order to hide their presence among humans and due to her current situation she was forced to raise Emily alone while learning magic on her own and teaching Emily until both became promising in magic. They lived in the village until Mirella became close friends with Malleus and he took them under his protection.

[Professional information]

Dorm:

Heartslabyul

Year:

First year

Class:

Club:

Pop music

Best subject:

Animal language

[Unique magic]

Crystallized illusion: Creating a crystal powder that converts to mist to manipulate the target and trap it within a world of illusions that take the form of the target's most desired dreams or worst fears for a short period of time.

[Relationships]

Family:

Mirella Hellscales (older sister)

Biological Mother (deceased)

Friends:

Malleus Draconia

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Floyd Leech

Kalim Al-Asim

Ortho Shroud

[Fun facts]

Favorite food:

Apple souffle

Less favorite food:

Asparagus

Talent:

Cooking

Dominant hand:

Lefthanded

Trivia:

A bit like her sister, but being the opposite of this, for a strange reason she is terrible at preparing any confectionery foods that are sweet while she is talented only with salty foods;

She is unaware of her biological father while her biological mother died of dragon exterminators when she was very young;

Emily being a cupid, she is able to see a special aura or mark that shows the soul mate of any being: Fairies, humans, spirits, etc .;

About the habit of using abbreviations of the names of her close friends as part of the family, for example she calls Malleus "Malmal", Lilia as Lilalila and Silver de Silsil;

Emily sees in Malleus the image of an older brother and in Lilia the closest father image she has had in her life;

Just as Emily sees Malleus as a brother, the Diasomnia leader considers Emily and Mirella as sisters.

[Informação Biográfica]

Nome:

Emily Hellscales

Idade:

Aniversário:

Dois de agosto

Signo:

Leão

Altura:

143 cm

Aparência:

Diferente de sua irmã, ela é a única que naturalmente tem uma aparência mais humana: De aparência jovial e infantil que a faz ser comumente confundida com uma criança, Emily tem cabelos ondulados ruivos com franja trançada para a direita enquanto é dividida em duas mexas amarradas nas laterais da cabeça como dois rabos de cavalo alto presos nas laterais da cabeça, as pontas dos cabelos dela caem em um dégradé de laranja ruivo para louro, olhos azuis índigo e uma pele pálida.

Ela possui outra aparência: um belo e majestoso dragão cinza escuro quase negro com uma armadura óssea como um crânio revestindo a cabeça, longos espinhos negros percorrendo seu pescoço, os olhos azuis escuros, alguns padrões azuis do alto da cabeça até a cauda com uma chama azul celeste crepitando e em parte das solas das patas e grandes asas com as membranas azuis índigo com três dedos.

Normalmente ela usa o uniforme padrão de Night Raven além do uniforme de Heartslabyul usando uma saia branca detalhada em dourado no lugar da calça do uniforme e ocasionalmente veste o uniforme de Diasomnia quando está no dormitório fundado pela Bruxa dos Espinhos ou quando está sendo uma "dama de companhia" para Malleus. Como roupa casual ela usa um conjunto de brincos em forma de laços amarelos além de uma espécie de vestido negro claramente grande demais para seu corpo, com mangas cobrindo as mãos. O vestido é detalhado com gola formada por ceda em estampa de rosas em dois tons de vermelho sendo um mais claro e um mais escuro com acabamentos de renda negra e fitas de seda amarela nas bordas enquanto nas mangas há uma faixa do mesmo tecido da gola com babados feitos em seda branca.

Terra Natal:

Vale dos espinhos

[Informação pessoal]

Personalidade:

Emily é infantil e tem uma tendência de falar usando frases "fofas"; incluindo efeitos sonoros e palavras sem sentido. Para referir-se a se mesma, ela costuma falar em terceira pessoa citando o prórpio nome o que a deixa com uma aparência ainda mais adorável. Exclusivamente em sua personalidade fofa e infantil ela também tem o hábito de usar abreviações dos nomes de seus amigos íntimos e quando ela os considera da família ela repete a abreviação.

Apesar da aparecia de uma garota frágil, Emily também possui um lado sombrio: Uma segunda personalidade onde o comportamento fofo de Emily desaparece, e ela se torna cínica e mais madura. Quando as personalidades dela se alternam sua voz decai para o tom de voz de uma mulher adulta. Essa personalidade também é franca e ocasionalmente rude com pessoas, incluindo adultos.

Gosta:

Dedicar-se aos entes queridos, estar sempre ativa em alguma atividade ou projeto, esgrima, caminhadas, hipismo, tocar clarinete.

Desgosta:

Que alguém faça mal ou ameace entes queridos, hipocrisia, falsidade, pessoas que desvalorizam suas relações sejam familiares, amorosas ou amizades, locais muito barulhentos.

Hobbies:

Cozinhar

Biografia:

Emily é uma híbrida resultante de uma união entre sua mãe, um dragão provindo do mundo dos mortos e de um cupido que fora o segundo relacionamento de sua mãe; ela vivia com sua mãe e com sua irmã nascida do primeiro relacionamento de sua mãe e na época sua irmã mais nova era recém-nascida, as três viviam em uma cabana dentro de caverna nas profundezas das florestas mais sombrias do Vale dos Espinhos. Quando ela completou cinco anos de idade, o lar delas foi invadido por exterminadores de dragões experientes e talentosos, a mãe das duas conseguiu salvá-las a custo de sua vida.

Então Mirella com ela; se mudaram para o vilarejo mais próximo para poder ocultar suas presenças entre humanos e pela sua atual situação ela foi obrigada a criar sozinha Emily ao mesmo tempo que aprendia magia por conta própria e ensinando Emily até que ambas se tornando promissoras em magia. Elas viveram no vilarejo até que Mirella se tornou amiga íntima de Malleus e este as levou sob sua proteção.

[Informação profissional]

Dormitório:

Heartslabyul

Ano:

Primeiro ano

Classe:

Clube:

Música Pop

Melhor assunto:

Linguagem animal

[Magia única]

Ilusão cristalizada: Criando um pó de cristal que se converte em névoa para manipular o alvo e prendê-lo dentro de um mundo de ilusões que tomam a forma dos sonhos mais desejados ou os piores medos do alvo por um curto período de tempo.

[Relacionamentos]

Família:

Mirella Hellscales (Irmã mais velha)

Mãe Biológica (falecida)

Amigos:

Malleus Draconia

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Floyd Leech

Kalim Al-Asim

Ortho Shroud

[Fatos divertidos]

Comida favorita:

Suflê de maçã

Comida menos favorita:

Aspargos

Talento:

Culinária

Mão dominante:

Canhota

Trivia:

Um tanto como sua irmã, mas sendo o oposto desta, por um estranho motivo ela é péssima no preparo de qualquer alimento de confeitaria que sejam doces enquanto é talentosa apenas com alimentos salgados;

Ela desconhece o pai biológico enquanto sua mãe biológica faleceu por causa de exterminadores de dragão quando ainda era muito jovem;

Emily por ser em aparte cupido, ela é capaz de ver uma aura especial ou marca que mostra a alma gêmea de qualquer ser: Fadas, humanos, espíritos, etc;

Sobre o habito de usar abreviações dos nomes de seus amigos íntimos como parte d família, por exemplo ela chama Malleus de “Malmal”, Lilia de Lilalila e Silver de Silsil;

Emily vê em Malleus a imagem de irmão mais velho e em Lilia a imagem paternal mais próxima que ela teve em sua vida;

Da mesma forma que Emily vê Malleus como irmão, o líder de Diasomnia considera Emily e Mirella como irmãs.

[Información biográfica]

Nombre:

Emily Hellscales

Años:

dieciséis

Cumpleaños:

Dos de agosto

Signo Astrológico:

León

Altura:

143 cm

Apariencia:

A diferencia de su hermana, ella es la única que naturalmente tiene una apariencia más humana: con una apariencia juvenil e infantil que la confunde comúnmente como niña gracias a su baja estatura, Emily tiene el pelo rojo ondulado con flequillo trenzado a la derecha mientras está dividida en dos mechones atados a los lados de la cabeza como dos coletas altas unidas a los lados de la cabeza, las puntas de su cabello caen en un gradiente de anaranjado a rubio, ojos azul índigo y una piel pálida.

Ella tiene otra apariencia: un hermoso y majestuoso dragón casi negro gris oscuro con una armadura de hueso como una calavera que cubre la cabeza, largas espinas negras que le bajan por el cuello, ojos azul oscuro, algunos patrones azules desde la parte superior de la cabeza hasta la cola con una llama crepitante azul cielo y parte de las plantas de las piernas y grandes alas con membranas azul índigo con tres dedos.

Por lo general, ella usa el uniforme estándar de Night Raven además del uniforme Heartslabyul con una falda blanca detallada en oro en lugar de los pantalones del uniforme y ocasionalmente usa el uniforme Diasomnia cuando está en el dormitorio fundado por Thorn Witch o cuando está siendo una "dama" empresa "para Malleus. Como atuendo informal, usa un conjunto de aretes en forma de lazos amarillos, así como una especie de vestido negro claramente demasiado grande para su cuerpo, con mangas cubriendo sus manos. El vestido se detalla con un collar hecho con estampado de seda en dos tonos de rojo, uno más claro y otro más oscuro con adornos de encaje negro y cintas de seda amarillas en los bordes, mientras que en las mangas hay una faja de la misma tela que el collar con volantes realizados en seda blanca.

Tierra natal:

Valle de espinas

[Información personal]

Personalidad:

Emily es infantil y tiene tendencia a hablar usando frases "lindas"; incluyendo efectos de sonido y palabras sin sentido. Para referirse a sí misma, suele hablar en tercera persona, citando su propio nombre, lo que la hace parecer aún más adorable. Exclusivamente en su linda e infantil personalidad también tiene la costumbre de usar abreviaturas para los nombres de sus amigos cercanos y cuando los considera familiares repite la abreviatura.

A pesar de la apariencia de una niña frágil, Emily también tiene un lado oscuro: una segunda personalidad donde el lindo comportamiento de Emily desaparece, y se vuelve cínica y más madura. Cuando sus personalidades se alternan, su voz decae a la de una mujer adulta. Esta personalidad también es franca y, en ocasiones, grosera con las personas, incluidos los adultos.

Gustos:

Dedicarse a sus seres queridos, esté siempre activo en alguna actividad o proyecto, cercas, caminatas, cabalgatas, tocar el clarinete.

Disgusto:

Que alguien dañe o amenace a sus seres queridos, hipocresía, falsedad, las personas que devalúan sus relaciones son la familia, el amor o las amistades, lugares muy ruidosos.

Aficiones:

cocinar

Biografía:

Emily es un híbrido resultante de una unión entre su madre, un dragón de la muerte y un cupido que fue la segunda relación de su madre; ella vivía con su madre y su hermana nacidas de la primera relación de su madre y cuando su hermana menor era recién nacida, las tres vivían en una choza dentro de una cueva en los bosques más oscuros del Valle de las Espinas. Cuando tenía cinco años, su hogar fue invadido por exterminadores de dragones experimentados y talentosos, su madre logró salvarlos a costa de su vida.

Entonces Mirella con ella; se mudó a la aldea más cercana para ocultar su presencia entre los humanos y, debido a su situación actual, se vio obligada a criar a Emily sola mientras aprendía magia sola y le enseñaba a Emily hasta que ambos se volvieron prometedores en magia. Vivieron en el pueblo hasta que Mirella se hizo amiga íntima de Malleus y él las tomó bajo su protección.

[Información profesional]

Dormitorio:

Heartslabyul

Año:

Primer año

Clase:

Club:

Música pop

Mejor tema:

Lenguaje animal

[Magia única]

Ilusión cristalizada: crear un polvo de cristal que se convierte en niebla para manipular al objetivo y atraparlo dentro de un mundo de ilusiones que toman la forma de los sueños más deseados o los peores miedos del objetivo durante un corto período de tiempo.

[Relaciones]

Familia:

Mirella Hellscales (hermana mayor)

Madre biológica (fallecida)

Amigos:

Malleus Draconia

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Leech Floyd

Kalim Al-Asim

Sudario Ortho

[Hechos graciosos]

Comida favorita:

Soufflé de manzana

Menos comida favorita:

Espárragos

Talento:

Cocinando

Mano dominante:

Zurdo

Trivialidades:

Algo parecido a su hermana, pero al ser lo opuesto a ella, por una extraña razón, Emily es terrible en la preparación de cualquier alimento de confitería que sea dulce, mientras que solo tiene talento con los alimentos salados;

Ella no tiene conocimiento de su padre biológico mientras que su madre biológica murió de exterminadores de dragones cuando era muy joven;

Dejando a un lado a Emily, es capaz de ver un aura o marca especial que muestra el alma gemela de cualquier ser: hadas, humanos, espíritus, etc.

Sobre el hábito de usar abreviaturas de los nombres de sus amigos cercanos como parte de la familia, por ejemplo, llama a Malleus "Malmal", Lilia de Lilalila y Silver de Silsil;

Emily ve en Malleus la imagen de un hermano mayor y en Lilia la imagen paterna más cercana que ha tenido en su vida;

Así como Emily ve a Malleus como un hermano, el líder de Diasomnia considera a Emily y Mirella como hermanas.

#Emily Hellscales #twisted wonderland #oc

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