#literally just think they would get along and be close friends but alas

[milkcurdles]

Mr Ritsu "I have many friends because we talk about the weather" Kageyama. Sir. Those are acquaintances. And also Takenaka is RIGHT THERE.

[foodiegoogie]

sweet night

james potter x gn!reader ✮ 1.5k summary: you teach james how to play guitar, but he learns something else entirely. cw/tags: no use of y/n, just fluff rly <3 also veeerryy lightly proofread + edited so rip. title is taken from the song, 'sweet night' by v of bts <3 (just the vibes, the oneshot's not rly based on it)

note: was cleaning up my drafts, and found this all dusty and worn :P i wrote this longggg long ago so plz excuse the cheesiness hahaha,, also this was totally NOT self-indulgent (what i wouldnt give to woo james with a guitar... sighs)

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Guitar, the stars, and James Potter.

Two things you cherished the most, and one person you cherished, and more. 

Sitting on the rooftop of your house, under the star-filled sky, you were currently teaching James how to play a certain song on guitar. He’d enlisted you to teach him under the impression that he was gonna use it to impress Lily Evans, and if he was feeling particularly brave – maybe even serenade her into finally becoming his girlfriend. 

It was a hard pill to swallow for you, of course, what with the feelings you’ve acquired for him over the years you’ve been friends with James. He was easy to love, and everybody knew that despite his tendency to cause trouble more often than not. Most especially, you—for loving James felt just as natural and innate as how breathing works for us, human beings; it comes with ease, and with no use for great effort to do so. 

But alas, you’re committed to being his best friend first, above all else. Unrequited feelings be damned. 

"No, James- it's C." You remarked with your face buried in your hands, making your voice sound muffled beneath them.

James groans, and throws his head back in theatrical fashion. "Why can't I get it right?" He complains, irritation laced in his voice. His eyebrows knit in frustration as he attempted to try and get the chord right again for another time. 

"Now, now, James,” You clap your hands a few times to grab his attention. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, yeah?" You try to comfort him with a smile of your own, tilting your head slightly as you regard him.

James continues to frown despite your efforts, but there’s a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, along with something else you can’t quite place. He looks at you like he’s waiting for you to say something (or do something) else about his petulant behavior. 

You sigh in exasperation, shaking your head, “Here, let me help you with that.” 

You reach over with your hands to literally pull his cheeks upward, forcing him to smile. Instead, the boy whines and tries to swat your hands away from his face, then he erupts into a fit of laughter.

James makes a strangled sort of noise, “Okay! Stop, stop!" He struggled to speak as you still had your hands on his face and he couldn't stop laughing. You were laughing along with him too, and it was music to his ears. 

(Music, the stars, and you.)

(Two things James was interested in, and someone he was more than interested in.) 

You finally pull away from his cheeks, watching them go red where you'd pinched them a little too hard. You continue to laugh as James did himself, although he was making failed attempts at making himself stop laughing, trying to school his expression into a neutral one. 

"Okay, okay, I think I'm done," James heaves as he tries to catch his breath, clutching his chest with his hand. "Let's get this over with, please."

You stifle a chuckle, afraid that you would both start another riot of uncontrollable laughter together, forgetting your supposed guitar lesson for him entirely (which didn’t really seem like a bad idea, if you thought about it). Mentally, you curse him for his infectious laughter for your own. 

Snapping out of your thoughts and bringing yourself back into the present, you signal him to start right from the beginning, watching him get serious and play the song perfectly.

You were nodding your head along to the song with your eyes closed, a soft smile on your face as a cool breeze brushes against your skin. Meanwhile, James continued to strum the strings of the guitar with a newfound sense of ease and grace, knowing the song by heart at this point in time. 

But as focused as James was on playing the guitar, he wasn't looking at it. 

He was looking at you.

In the soft glow of the moonlight, James couldn’t help but think that you looked absolutely breathtaking. Even more so as you lost yourself in the moment as you listened to him play the guitar. 

You looked so peaceful and angelic, James wished this moment would last forever.

But his train of thought was interrupted when you spoke up again. "Wow, you're getting good!" You commented, the corners of your lips curling upwards into a smile.

James suddenly remembered what he was doing and purposely slipped a finger, the tune sounding very off-key when he strummed again. You opened your eyes as your brows furrowed in confusion. You were greeted with the sight of your best friend scratching almost sheepishly behind his ear.

“…And now you're not." You continued, eyeing him suspiciously. You could have sworn you heard him get all the chords right, and play the instrument efficiently just to get it wrong with a string. You sighed and grabbed the guitar from him, earning a pout from James who was obviously acting. Though you were too busy to notice, trying to be a good teacher for him. 

You played the song for James, up until the part where he got it wrong. He looked at you with guilty eyes, starting to regret his little purposeful mistake since it was never a good sight to see you frustrated with him. It weighed heavy on James’ heart, and yet, he could never understand why. 

You looked down at the guitar, seeing your fingers formed in the shape of a chord that he’d manage to botch earlier. As James listened to you correcting his mistake, he couldn’t help but gaze at you in admiration and gratitude. You had always been so amazingly patient with him, and it made him feel weird (but in a good way, he thought). 

James takes the guitar back from you when you finish with a sigh of resignation. He resists the urge to chuckle in amusement.

"Well, maybe if you put my fingers where they're supposed to be, I'd get it right." He suggests, and you catch onto the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. 

You rub your chin in thought. "Well… I suppose it's not a bad idea." You mutter under your breath, rolling your eyes as you scoot closer to him. 

James could feel his heart skip a beat as soon as you held his hand ever so gently, guiding his fingers to which strings they should be pressed against, and to where they were supposed to be placed on the fretboard. His eyes kept darting between your hands holding his and your face, a fond smile stretched across his lips.

You look up to glance at James momentarily — your eyes never did seem to stray away from him for longer than a second — only to meet his eyes as soon as you did. You look away just as quickly as you had looked up at him. Simultaneously, you could feel the blood rush to your ears as your cheeks came alive with warmth.

"You know, staring is rude," You grumbled under your breath, still trying to place his fingers where they were supposed to be without getting confused as it was difficult to do so from your perspective.

"I'm not staring," James defended. 

You quirk an eyebrow at his tone. "Then what are you doing?"

It takes a moment of silence for him to ponder over his response. You think about risking another glance as the silence began to grow alongside your curiosity for it, until –

"I'm admiring," He answered quietly. 

You halt with your movements, looking up and meeting James’ eyes once more. The corners of his lips pull upwards into a fond smile, and you think it’s blinding even as you’re under the dark expanse of the night sky. 

James catches onto the dazed expression on your face as you continue to stare at him, wide eyes glimmering with surprise. 

“Hey,” He begins with an unmistakable hint of mischief in his tone, “Now you’re the one who’s staring,” He finishes, and you hear the familiar, teasing lilt in his voice. 

“Oh, shut up,” You command him, trying to school your expression into a neutral demeanor as you fought against the smile that threatened to come alive on your face. All the while, James is happy to oblige you, beaming at you with hearts for eyes. 

As the night wore on, and you continued to teach him guitar, James couldn't help but feel like he’s learned a lot more from you than just playing an instrument to impress a girl. 

And just like that, in the quiet of the night surrounded by you, James realizes that not only has he learned how to play the guitar, but also how he wasn’t just admiring you anymore at this point.

He was enamored.

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[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part One)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst, Hanahaki AU, mentions of death, mentions of infidelity, reader cries, Seungcheol and Jeonghan being the cutest couple

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Just a little warm up post to ease myself to getting back into writing. I’ve had this idea in my head for a few years now, and finally decided to get it up and running. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy it! - Taelor ☺️✨💜

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You believed in soulmates. It wasn’t something that could be debated on in your world - someone out there was literally chosen and designed to cohabitate in perfect harmony with you, and only you. To love and cherish for the rest of your lives. Once you come into physical contact with your soulmate, it’s said that all the dull black and whites you see explode into a beautiful display of more colours than you could ever think of, and everything you feel is intertwined with what your other half feels. You have spent all 21 years of your life dreaming about what that would feel and look like.

You’ve seen soulmates meet before your very eyes. You saw it when your older brother, Choi Seungcheol fell for Yoon Jeonghan, literally, in your first year of college. You saw it when Jeon Wonwoo, close friend of your brother, caught Kim Mingyu into his arms just weeks prior.

You saw how much your mother loved her soulmate, your father, before he decided to leave her for a woman half his age when you were only 11 years old, and your brother 13. You saw your mother’s true love for your father seal her fate, falling ill to the dreaded curse of your soulmate not loving you back - watching life leave her with every flower petal she coughed up until there was nothing left. You saw it in your best friend Kwon Soonyoung’s parents, who took both you and your brother in until you both were of age and left for college.

You definitely weren’t a stranger to the phenomenon of soulmates, but you sure as hell were a stranger to knowing the beauty of colours and feelings of another. It’s something you craved and wanted so desperately to feel, you never knew when you would get to experience it.

In a way, you wished your soulmate was your best friend. Soonyoung knew everything about you; how to push your buttons and how to make your worst days feel like the best. Why couldn’t he be the one made for you? You spent most of your days together, being in the same Theatre and Dance majors at your college as well as the Theatre Club. In a realistic way, you two made perfect sense. But alas, Soonyoung’s soulmate came in the form of Lee Seokmin, the third in your best friend trio. You know that most of the time you’re the third wheel in your group, but you’ve grown to accept that fate over the previous 2 years.

Not having a soulmate never stopped you from living your life as you had intended, though. Living with your brother and best friend, along with the additions of their soulmates in a large 4 bedroom house inherited to you and Seungcheol by your mother in the city of Seoul, conveniently only a short commute away from your university. It wasn’t bad, on the contrary, you loved the company of your closest people who you call your family. There were the days when you often missed your mother and longed for the love only a soulmate could give, but those days are rare to have for you. You were more than content in your little bubble of existence.

“Choi Y/N!” You groan at the excited tone of your older brother calling you from the kitchen.

“It’s 6am, Cheol.” You grumble, snuggling into your knitted hoodie wrapped around your body as you slump against the breakfast bar, taking a piece of fruit from the basket on the bar. “Why are you so chirpy?”

“Good morning to you too!” He chuckled, reaching over and fluffing your hair up as you whined. “Don’t you think this green shirt makes my eyes pop?”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan had devised the perfect plan; wear an obnoxiously bright coloured shirt with the goofiest patterns and shapes - and once you found your soulmate, they would easily know because you would be so horrified that you would have to tell them what your thoughts were on the colour clashes.

“Ah, yes,” You hum, waving your banana around in the air. “They make the grey’s in your eyes really stand out.” You huff in a monotone voice, resulting in a laugh from the top of the stairs.

“It’ll happen eventually, Bug.” Jeonghan smiles as he passes you, giving you a peck on the forehead. “And we’ll be the first to know.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You smile, waving the couple off. “I’ll see you guys when I get home tonight. Don’t worry about dinner, it’s Working Bee tonight. Our sets won’t paint themselves.” You pull your backpack over your shoulder, umbrella in hand as you walk to the front door. “I’ll be home at around 8?”

“Sounds good, Love Bug!” Seungcheol smiled - Love Bug being a loving nickname from your mother. “But call us if you’re going to be home any later. We’ll wait up.”

“Will do! Love you,” you sang as you closed the door behind you.

It’s late in the day when Lee Jihoon hums quietly to himself as he strolls through the hallway of the Music Building, tapping his fingers on his sides as he attempts to get the chord progression in his head correct. His eyes scan the bland black and white scenery in front of him, a blank expression matching the blank scenery.

“Hoonie!” A voice called, making Jihoon smile.

“Hey, you.” he hummed, pressing his lips to Kang Ji-ah’s temple, taking her into his arms.

He knows what you’re thinking. Why the hell would he be with a girl who wasn’t his soulmate? Well, why would he tell you? He doesn’t have to explain it to anyone, him and her are the only ones who know, anyway. It isn’t harming anyone. He didn’t even know if he believed in soulmates at this stage. And it’s not like anyone assumed any different. On the outside and to everyone else, Jihoon and Ji-ah were soulmates. They didn’t have to know it wasn’t real.

“I’ve got dinner with my parents tonight, Hoonie, but we can rain check our date until next week, right?” She smiled as Jihoon’s hands rested delicately around her waist.

“Of course, babe. I have to stay late for the Theatre Club anyway. Gotta get the orchestra prepared for rehearsals.” He lets her hands wrap around his shoulders as she pulls him in for a tight hug.

“Thank you, my love!” She cooed, giving him a final kiss on the cheek. “I’ll text you tonight, yeah?” She happily spun around and proceeded to go back from where she came, waving to Soonyoung and Seokmin coming towards Jihoon hand in hand.

“You two are sickeningly cute.” Soonyoung grimaces as Seokmin only grins.

“Oh stop it, Soonie. You know for a fact that Jihoon thinks the same about us.” He smiles as Jihoon only nods his head in agreement.

“Is there a reason you’re blessing me with your presence?” He raises his brow.

“Surprisingly, yes.” Soonyoung nodded quickly. “Jihoon-ah, you know you’re my best guy friend, right?”

“I am?”

“Don’t sound too shocked.” He pouted, making his soulmate giggle to himself. “I came to ask a favor of you.”

“Okay..?” Jihoon tilted his head.

“Are you able to walk Y/N back home tonight after the Bee? Min and I can’t make it and Cheol doesn’t want her walking home alone when the sun is just going down. I’ll shout some dinner for you next week to make up for it.”

“Oh, is that all?” He nods thoughtfully. Of course he knew you. You were Choi Y/N, top of your classes in Theatre. You were well known for your powerful vocals and bubbly personality. You were also a shoo-in for the lead role for Mamma Mia this year, and Soonyoung’s adopted sister. Your paths have crossed a few times, and Jihoon never had a problem with you; he even thought you were a cool girl. “Yeah that’s fine, it’s on the way home for me anyway.”

“Ah, you’re a lifesaver, Jihoon-ah! Thank you!” He grinned, clapping him on the back as he squeezed Seokmin’s hand. “Min and I have to go do a last rehearsal for my Hip-Hop final, but shoot me a text when you get home yeah?”

“Can do.” He nods, waving his hand as he makes his way to the campus band room to meet with the orchestra.

When Jihoon arrives at the auditorium two hours later, he’s surprised when he’s only met with you, covered in small splotches of paint, and a halfway finished set piece that is meant to look like the pavements of Greece. Your hair is disheveled and tied in a lopsided ponytail on top of your head and your glasses sitting on the tip of your nose with no one else in sight.

“What happened to the Bee?” Jihoon made his presence known to you, causing you to jump as his voice echoes across the empty stage, the only other sound being heard coming from your small Bluetooth speaker by your side.

“Ah, it’s just you, Oppa.” You smiled as you held your hand over your chest, calming down your wild heartbeat from the fright. “The guys all left about half an hour ago. They all had to study for auditions and all that.” You lean down as you speak, painting over the wooden set. “But it’s fine. I work better alone anyway.”

“Doesn’t mean you should.” He frowns, walking up onto the stage and setting himself down on the other side of the large set piece, a blank canvas on the other side. “Why didn’t you finish when the others did?”

“Cheol isn’t expecting me home until later, might as well fill in my time helping the team out.” You shrug, smiling to the confused man as he watches you paint. “I gotta say though, being only able to paint the black and white parts of the sets is boring as hell.”

You intrigued him. According to Soonyoung, you suffered through a fair bit as a child and yet you seem so content with your life as you hum and paint away. After a brief moment, he sighs and picks up a paintbrush, dipping it into the paint.

“Woah, woah, woah.” You try to stop him. “You don’t have to help, really. I know Soonie put you up to walking me home, you don’t have to do this too.” You smile softly to him, and he just looks back at you with an expression you can’t decipher.

“You said it yourself,” Jihoon mumbles, painting the wood in front of him. “Might as well help out.”

After thirty minutes of quiet but hard work of painting, you take a deep breath before lifting your head to the older boy who sat across from you, his long dark hair tucked delicately behind his ear as he worked.

“Oppa?” You ask quietly, only receiving a hum in return. “What’s seeing colour like?”

A beat of silence passes as Jihoon pauses his painting mid-stroke. “I wouldn’t know.”

“What?!” You drop the paintbrush on the newspaper covering the stage floor. “Ji-ah isn’t your soulmate?!”

“No?” He laughs incredulously, like it was the silliest question he had ever been asked. “I just like the girl, is all.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” You gasp. “Why are you even with her if she isn’t your soulmate?”

“It’s not like It’s a secret. No one ever asked, they just assumed. So I never told. Why does it bother you so much?” He frowns, feeling his cheeks grow warm.

“It doesn’t,” You counter, picking up the paintbrush again. “But.. like, aren’t you curious to meet the person literally made for you?”

“Made is a bit of a stretch.” He laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, it isn’t that big a deal. So we haven’t found our soulmates yet. We are just having fun with each other right now.”

“And what if you found your soulmate, what would you do then?” You ask cautiously, lifting your head and pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose once more.

“I don’t know?” He laughs again - a nervous tick of his. “They’d just have to accept that I really like this girl? We have a really good thing going on and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that because the ‘universe’ says so.” He lifts his fingers into a quotation mark. “At this point, I don’t even think soulmates are a real thing. I mean, sure, our friends are happy together with their fun, colourful lives but I’m quite content with Ji-ah. We just get each other.”

“Well, Mr Debby Downer,” you pout, putting your paintbrush into the bucket of water by your side. “I appreciate your thoughts on the situation, I’ll be sure to rub it in your face when you eventually meet your soulmate and fall in love and never want to leave their side.” You smirk to yourself.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen.” He huffs, putting his paintbrush down as well. “Soonyoung was right, you are a hopeless romantic.”

“Well of course I am,” you beam and if Jihoon didn’t know any better, your eyes almost seem like they’re sparkling. “I can’t wait to see colours and meet the person I’m destined to be with. There’s nothing wrong with having dreams, Lee Jihoon.” You smile, packing up the paints on the floor as you speak.

“Sure.” He hums again, standing up as you pack up the auditorium and collect your things. “Ready to go?” He asks as you nod, pulling your hood up over your head.

“You seriously didn’t know it was going to rain tonight?” You keep your hands stuffed in your pockets as your knitwear keeps you dry from the drizzling rain that falls from the sky.

“I don’t check the weather websites like an old woman.” Jihoon frowns, holding your umbrella over his head as he walks alongside you.

“You’re weird, Lee Jihoon.” You giggle quietly to yourself.

“Uh huh. I’ll be sure to let my soulmate know that when I meet them.” He remarks with a laugh as you walk together, letting the comfortable silence take over the both of you, the only sounds behind the rain pattering against your umbrella.

It takes the both of you 20 minutes to finally make it to your home and by the time you arrive, the rain has slowed to a light drizzle, the setting sun attempting to peak out behind the dark clouds.

“Well, thank you for walking me home, and the interesting take on soulmates, Oppa.” You smile as you step through the front gate, Jihoon still holding the umbrella over you so you don’t get wet. “I wish your soulmate the best of luck whenever you meet.”

“Likewise.” Jihoon laughs as you pull your hood off your head, getting ready to climb up the small staircase leading to the front door.

“I’ll see you for auditions, yeah?” You smiled as Jihoon nodded.

“Sure will.” He smiles, closing your umbrella as you turn to face the front door. “Oh, wait, your umbrella.”

“Oh, right.” You laugh, turning back and reaching out to take it from his hands, only for it to slip from his grasp at the last second.

“Crap, sorry-”

“Oops, sorry-”

You both reach for the umbrella on the pavement, fingertips brushing against each other gently. You let out a gasp as you look up to Jihoon’s face, his eyes changing colour right before yours, unexplainable colours starting to burst in all speckles of your vision. Your eyes widen as his face, clothing and the scenery around you lights up with multiple colours and shades, the now forgotten umbrella drops to the ground with a thud.

Jihoon is staring back at you with an unreadable expression, eyes mirroring yours as his hands shake. He feels dizzy as the sickeningly bright colours flood his vision. You’re staring at him in awe as the rain starts to grow heavier, coating the two of you with water.

“Oppa?” You ask quietly, so quietly that if Jihoon wasn’t looking at you when you said it, he would have missed it.

“…”

“Oppa, please say something..?” You ask shakily, and he shakes his head quickly. He can see it. You’re already imagining all the possibilities of your future. A future with him.

“… Don’t think this changes anything from what I told you at the Bee, Choi.” He grunts, not caring about the rain soaking his clothes. “I-I stand by it. You need to accept that I’m with Ji-ah, and nothing will change that.”

He pauses and waits for your response, growing more and more impatient as you just stare at him.

“W-well, if you don’t have anything more to say, then goodnight, Y/N.” Jihoon turns away, starting to head to the gate before feeling a sharp pain inside him. Wincing and reaching to hold the left side of his chest, he lets out a soft hiss. “Ah… what the hell?” He mutters to himself, turning back to look at you. He wishes he didn’t.

When you’re standing still, hand on your chest as the rain drenches your clothes, tears now falling freely down your cheeks is only then when Jihoon knows what he just felt; the only other side effect to having a soulmate.

He just felt your heart break.

“Y/N?” Jihoon asks cautiously.

As if snapping out of your trance, you blink a few times before whispering out “Don’t worry, Jihoon. No one will ever know. Just like you want.” You quickly turn and run up the stairs, opening the door to the house as Jihoon steps forward.

“Wait-” the door slams in his face as he reaches it, leaving him soaked, alone and feeling the pain of his soulmate’s broken heart.

“Hey, Bug! How was the Bee?” Seungcheol steps into the entryway from the kitchen, your eyes immediately falling to the multicoloured button up shirt he had on. “What do you think of my- Y/N?” Cheol stops as he sees the tears on your face, your chest heaving as you struggle to take a breath.

Without another word, you quickly run upstairs and into your bedroom, deep sobs leaving your chest as you curl up into a corner of the room and bury your face into your knees. Seungcheol followed you quickly, stepping into the room cautiously.

“Y/N? Love Bug, what has happened?” He asks quietly. “Are you hurt?” He sees you shake your head no, and he sighs with relief. “Let me turn the light on to check, just in case okay?”

“No.” You hiccup, your face staying buried in your knees, your stomach twisting in pain. “Please.. I d-don’t want to see it. I hate it. Don’t make me look at it!”

“Bug? Look at what?” Cheol asks worriedly, his hand resting on the top of your head.

“Colour.” You sob, your body slumping against your brother. “I hate colour, I hate soulmates, I hate it!” You cry harder, your tears soaking into his stupid colourful shirt.

[autumnslance]

Heya

I always like your analysis/view of characters and the Story so I would like to ask you something.

Yesterday I talked with a friend about how I kinda miss Lyse, and than I got the idea that she and Wuk Lamat would probably get along quite well.

Lyse wasn't prepared to step up on the role she has now while. Wuk Lamat is young and "lively" as Lyse, but she had a chance to grow and learn about her upcoming role as a leader of the nation during our journey with her. So I think these two would have some interesting conversations and might learn from another.

I hope, that in future patches, we get a meeting of all the Leaders interacting with another now that we have Thavnaier, Tuliyolal and Garlemald new to the table.

Do you have an opinion on this? Especially since your understanding of SB and it's characters is deeper than mine.

Oh heck you got me rambling about Lyse and Wuk Lamat, so this is going under a cut. Spoilers for Dawntrail 7.0 MSQ and everything leading to it.

I've seen a lot of comparisons between Lyse and Wuk Lamat, being young, energetic women whose stories involved a lot of growth into leaders. How they get there is different, and I do think the writers learned from how they framed Lyse's story, and how Wuk Lamat's needed to be different even if there are ways they are similar.

Lyse spent years hiding from herself and her grief, happy to let Papalymo be "in charge" for the most part (though I noted he deferred to her when it came to actually interacting with and understanding the Sylphs and Moogles, and probably other people in the Twelveswood, as "patient" and "personable" weren't exactly his best traits). Lyse was also the person who noticed things weren't quite right with Thancred in ARR, that he was working himself to the bone, but she didn't seem to know how to approach him about it, regretting it later when they realized he'd been possessed.

And in Stormblood, Lyse spends a lot of time trying to understand her countrymen's reticence, their fears, their lack of hope. She worked with Conrad's Resistance cell all through Heavensward, but it seems like the first time she really interacts closely with civilians is Ala Ghanna. In the Far East, Lyse spends time talking to the Domans, and the Mol--her scene with the children is a major one, determining what is "home" and what that means, why Hien (and Lyse) fight for a place.

She feels she isn't a leader, she's just one of the team, and as she gets pushed toward leadership, she feels it's based more on who her father and sister were, the weight of her family legacy. And part of that is that lingering grief, that literal imposter syndrome, that knowledge she isn't the woman Yda was.

Because of course she isn't. She's Lyse. Not an Archon, but a Scion of the Seventh Dawn. Probably still better educated than many, having grown up in Sharlayan, despite book smarts not being her forte. She's very good at punching things. And she has a heart and more optimism and stubbornness than most.

She grows into it, with the help of her friends (which she does, repeatedly, acknowledge the WoL as the hero who defeated Zenos and made it all possible, don't fall into the trap of memeified rewrites of the actual canon). She is only the leader of Conrad's cell (a failing of Stormblood and it's split storyline was talking about multiple cells, but only having us interact with 1 ever before it all became 1 military). And she happily lets Raubahn take command of the army when it forms, calling herself simply the commander of Rhalgr's Reach--but given her role in the war, as a former Scion, and her connections, still acts pretty much as Raubahn's Marshall in all but name.

Lyse was not raised for leadership, not raised to take command, and had to rise to the occasion. And without losing her determination, her caring, her optimism.

Wuk Lamat was born to rule; the Xbr'aal initially, but when circumstances put her life in danger, Gulool Ja Ja adopted her as his Third Promise. Wuk Lamat is a cheerful, optimistic, loving girl who wants to understand and learn about people. She's a "people's princess" we see almost from the instant we arrive in Tuluyollal, friends with nearly everyone. But it's also not hard to see, even in 6.55 and the adventures in Sharlayan, that she's young and green. She has few supporters, and no great deeds or expectations from most of the people. She struggles in the shadow of her older accomplished brothers, wondering a few times what her strength is, what she has gained from their father.

She has not been raised to rule, necessarily; while the Dawnservant has expectations for all his children, and recognizes all of their strengths, he also sees their weaknesses and where they lack. Some of that, perhaps, is on him as a parent, but he knows their potential and possibilities, if they seek the chance to grow and learn. He can only guide them, not do it all for them, if they are to reach those potentials.

And Wuk Lamat does seek, with a zest not seen since Lyse was central, and beyond her, even. Wuk Lamat is not bound by the grief of familial loss and the disconnect of diaspora; she was too young to remember the tragedy that led her to leave Yak T'el as a toddler, and her life since has been a kind and happy one. She's been educated and trained well.

But there are limits to what a girl can learn in a single city, with only one or two visits to other villages now and then. And Wuk Lamat, like Lyse, takes the time to try to learn and understand. She picks up faster than Koana the point of the contest--while Zoraal Ja ignores it entirely, and Bakool Ja Ja has other pressures he's dealing with.

There's another comparison; Lyse's determination to understand Fordola, to change her mind, making her a symbol of all the collaborators. Lyse's determination that all Ala Mhighans must be free and begin anew, to rebuild their society together. To acknowledge the pain but not let it bind them into cycles of violence (which continues in the Endwalker healer role quests, as Raganfrid and Arenvald take up the specific task of reintegrating the collaborators).

Wuk Lamat, meanwhile, struggles to understand the bandits of Kozama'uka, the Chirwagur Yok Huy of Urqopacha, and the Mamook of Yak T'el. She changes Bakool Ja Ja and earns his respect, by perhaps being the first person to demand to know what he wants--and then following through on the promise to find a way to make that wish happen. To find a way all Turali can be free and happy, including the Mamool Ja (who may have tried to kill her as a toddler).

Lyse spends all of Stormblood fighting to free her people from a decades-old foe, forcing her to become a leader. Wuk Lamat's fight comes after she has grown into the kind of leader that can defend Tuliyollal from the threat of Alexandria and Zoraal Ja's betrayal. And even though Sphene can't change her mind thanks to her programmed nature, Wuk Lamat never stops trying to reach the caring personality encoded within.

Because the other person Wuk Lamat compares to is the Assumed Default Warrior of Light. She's a determinator in a similar way; she doesn't easily give up or give in, despite her doubts and the difficulties along the way. She makes friends wherever she goes, forming bonds and connections that come back to help, time and again. She goes from novice adventurer to epic hero, as WoL had to do in ARR; the entirety of Dawntrail seems a compressed version of that story for her, with adventure and events happening in the first half, and then the other shoe drops. For WoL, it was the Waking Sands massacre. For her, the first assault on Tuliyollal. WoL didn't have the benefit of a mentor--with Louisoix long gone and most of the Scions captured--but WoL could be there for Lamaty'i.

How often has that been a fear and regret of the Scions and other friends? How happy they were with the warding scales letting them help with those burdens! How at the edge of existence, the only thing that kept the WoL walking to the end was the memories of their friends and the hopes they had, and in the final battle, the Scions were still with the WoL regardless of distance.

(And Zenos was there. Still the most hilarious entrance ever.)

We stand with Wuk Lamat to the end--and she breaks through to find WoL and Sphene, because Lamaty'i won't give up on her friends. And Sphene could have been, if she had still been alive.

Anyroad. I DO think Lyse and Wuk Lamat would have a lot to talk about, in how they grew to be leaders, in similarities and differences, in their relationship with the Scions and the WoL, about the adventures they've had. I loved seeing Vrtra and Azdaja in Tuliyollal, and that Koana formed a treaty with them, which may indeed mean more interaction with Thavnair in the future. For that matter, the Leveilleur twins' quest to help Garlemald rebuild and reintegrate with the global community may bring some familiar faces from there around...though from the Island Sanctuary quests, we also know those people have never taken vacations and don't know what do to outside of "survive" and "duty." But there's a lot to learn, and seeing how diverse people can live together in peace, after most of a century under Ascian propaganda, would be good for them. Sharlayan tends to have diplomatic relations with various foreign powers, and Tural's no exception, and the use of Labyrinthos research to aid Mamook could become more of a thing to bring some of those characters in for cameos (for that matter, helping the Alexandrians integrate, and studying that phenomenon, as if those scholars could resist!).

I'm a little wary of having all the leaders in a single space; generally that's a plot point reserved for some terrible world wide event or circumstance arising! But it would be nice to have the opportunity to visit with old friends on some kind of tour, to see Tuliyollal make other allies and diplomatic connections, and give such characters those chances to interact.

But if the game doesn't take those opportunities on screen (people often forget that a lot happens out of WoL's POV, too), we've always got fanfiction to make it happen in!

[vampi-amora]

I’m back!! Thank you for 216 followers! I missed y’all😭 anyways..

(tw/ mentioned noncon/ and abuse(?) Also read is 19. oh and sum grammar mistakes idk💀😭.)

Got lazy in the end ngl, but I Still think it’s a good fic nonetheless, so hopefully u guys enjoy as well

Idk but creep teacher zhongli and his obsessed son xiao…

It was weird to even imagine him and his son having the same taste in girls, but if anything it made what they had to do a lot easier, Because hey..two hands are better than one, right?

Zhongli was first to take a quick liking to you. He seen that you kept to yourself, but still tried when it mattered most of the time. And as a teacher, he thought it was cute when you’d be slumped in the back of class or hiding your face to rest.

To be frank,… it was so easy.

He’s your teacher, so ofc you wouldn’t question when his hand would linger on your plump hips, Or when he always asked you to stay after class just for you sit directly under him as he rubbed along your thick thighs. At that point u did ask for him to back up, shyly nudging him, but he’d just shush you and continue on…”shhh..Ikn it might not be the best route to take, but i trust that me and you can keep this a secret, hm?” He’d say, as he leaned down to your neck and inhaled your sent.

As time went on, he’d always have you around him. Taking you out to lunch, helping you with school work if needed, and even taking you shopping. It was always lavish and even when u denied, he’d take you along anyways. It got to the point were You’d always ask him how he had so much money, but realized quickly that it actually wasn’t his. It’s a “close friend” of his he would say patting your head. He also mentioned that one day you’ll meet and that he would make sure you’ll get along.

You nodded confused and slightly caught on off guard , but whatever. He’s someone you can trust and take comfort in, Even when he would tell (forced) you to sit on his lap and grope along your chest…your hesitant because of your weight? Ha, No matter your “soft and light” to him, is what he’d tell you. Slowly kissing along your slightly exposed shoulder. Though, as much as you two were living it up in lovers paradise, another was slowly coming into the picture.

Xiao, his son also liked you. he’d alway look from his room, Cracking open his room door to hear your anxious cries and moans when his dad would touch and kiss you. Your such a slut he thought// first, You complained you didn’t find this okay and wasn’t comfortable, trying to push past his advances But alas your still here letting that old man molest you little by little.

So it’s no surprise that when you two actually meet, it’s his father introducing you to him as his girlfriend over a cup of tea.

Your so out of it and he could tell from the way you’d try and shush zhongli, just for him to slide his long slender hands up your fluffy sides. “W-we…aren’t uhh..” you say eyeing the ground, but you hesitated to finish the sentence when you felt zhongli hands stiffen up on your side. “Aren’t what, hm?” He does a closed eye smile down to you. You just shake your head and finish your cup of tea.

It was almost hilarious-no ridiculously laughable to watch you cowering like that under him. He’d always see you around school as a expressive person, talking with your friends and chatting loud. It’s a pale comparison to that now, Because you’ve became the teachers pet quite literally and physically. Quite and numb, is what he’s summed you up to be now and he isn’t completely wrong.

Sometimes he’d see you try and use him as a scapegoat, and it always works, “zhongli…we can’t do that here..so please w-wait..”, you say pushing at his strong chest. But that probably only because he’s gonna get what he wants sooner or later, so there no need to rush. Especially for him, you’re sitting in his room now because his father isn’t back from shopping. You try making subtle conversation, hoping to find a way out, but that quickly came to a stop when xiao practicality jumps on you. Smothering your chubby body with the smell of must and axe body spray. You call out to him, saying stop-please, but he didn’t care.

He finally gets to score after so long and it’s exactly what he dreamed it’ll be..albeit kinda hard, because your moving a lot more fluid than you did in his dream, but nonetheless is it amazing.

So now that they have their fill, are they done? No. Of course not, they take turns using you now.. it’s sad really, but they still keep up an act around others. Can’t let them see how tired, batten and bruised up you are-nope can’t have that. And those times you do stay out late, or a spend a night at a “friends” house, Your mom just think it’s because you’re a growing girl. so it’s okay But if only they knew the tournament and hell you went thru on a daily basis.

[the-meat-machine]

Hi. I'm rereading Playing House to refresh myself on it, and I decided to write some author's commentary as I go along, just for fun. This commentary will contain spoilers for the fic up to chapter 17 (the most recent chapter as of the time of writing).

So, yeah. Chapter 1 commentary, under the cut! (And for the record, I don't expect all the commentary to be as long as this one is; I just have a lot to say about the fic in general in this first one.)

CALIBORN: DIRK. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PANTS.

Ah, humble beginnings.

When I first started this fic, it was just supposed to be a silly, raunchy ovi fic that I was banging out for fun in between some of my more serious stories. It had a little plot right from the start, but the plot was pretty much entirely just "an egg happens." There wasn't nearly as much stuff about Dirk and Caliborn's relationship as a whole, and DEFINITELY none of the stuff about… well, whatever it is Caliborn is time traveling about in the most recent chapter.

But as I was writing it, I gradually started folding in ideas from a separate Dirkuu relationship study that I was considering writing, and within a few chapters I decided to just merge the two fics into one. Which I think was the right call, in retrospect. I really think the story is a lot more fun this way, and the egg has worked out as a surprisingly good framing device for everything else going on.

But at the time when I was writing this first chapter, I didn't know any of that. This was supposed to be nothing more than a horny egg fic, and the chapter reflects that. It's also much shorter than most of the following chapters. I kinda like how short and punchy it is, actually. I have perhaps become a little too long-winded in some of the later chapters. Actually, that happens almost immediately, as we'll see in the chapter 2 commentary.

Caliborn literally hisses at you. You assume it's supposed to be a threat, but the sight of his tongue winding out from between all those sharp, sharp fangs mostly just makes your dick go doki-doki.

The first appearance of Caliborn's tongue. Dirk's preoccupation with Caliborn's tongue and fangs surely does not mirror the author's.

DIRK: Face it, between your skeletal posterior and my own tragically concave rump, ours is a no-ass household. DIRK: When the ass famine comes, we'll be the first to perish.

This is still one of my favorite lines in the whole fic.

CALIBORN: MAYBE YOU USED THEM TO MANIPULATE THE JADE BITCH. INTO REMOTELY TAMPERING WITH MY TROUSERS. DIRK: Dude. DIRK: What did I tell you about calling my friends bitches? CALIBORN: … CALIBORN: ……….. CALIBORN: …………………………… CALIBORN: THAT EVERY TIME I DO IT. IT MEANS YOU GET TO PICK OUR NEXT MOVIE DURING DATE NIGHT.

Here we also get the first appearance of Dirk attempting to dog-train Caliborn into being a marginally less shitty person. This will come up again with absurdly long-reaching consequences in the Jane chapter.

This line also implies that Dirk considers Jade his friend. That would be a great dynamic to explore. Probably won't happen in this fic, though, alas. Maybe I'll post a deleted scene about it someday.

Also, it may be interesting to note the quantity of punctuation that Caliborn uses. Eleven is a thematic number for the cherubs, and Caliborn frequently repeats things in sets of eleven throughout both Homestuck itself and this fic.

DIRK: What's the magic word? CALIBORN: FUCK YOU! DIRK: Eh, close enough.

Dirk cares far more about Caliborn being rude to his friends than he does about him being rude to Dirk himself. Almost nothing Caliborn does really bothers Dirk on a personal level. This is part of why they're so compatible. It also gives Dirk yet another reason to doubt his own morality. What does it say about him that he's so emotionally unfazed by any of the awful shit this dude says and does? (It says that he has low affective empathy. That's all. Doesn't mean he's a bad person. Try convincing Dirk of that, though.)

CALIBORN: IF YOU DO NOT FIX THIS. YOUR POSITION IN OUR GAME OF "HOUSE" WILL BE IN JEOPARDY.

Ah, House.

My very earliest plans for this fic didn't involve the game of House. All I wanted was to write a silly story about Dirk and Caliborn laying an egg.

The problem with writing anything remotely fluffy about Caliborn, however, is that in canon, he truly and genuinely just wants to fucking kill everyone. He WILL kill Dirk. He WILL kill all of Dirk's friends. This is a core part of his goals. So… how do you get him into a place where he won't just slaughter everyone and be done with it?

In this fic, I've resolved this by giving Caliborn a different game that he's decided he's playing: House. Now he's constrained by a new set of rules--ones that say he has to try to play nice. That he needs to learn assorted domestic skills. And perhaps most importantly, that he can't just fucking murder all of his opponent/partner(?)'s friends--because if he does, he'll lose the game. And Caliborn cannot abide losing a game.

Someday we'll get more about why, exactly, Caliborn has decided to play this game. But for now, all that matters is that he is, and so he's bound by its rules. This turns out to be VERY narratively useful for me.

Not that that's why you've been playing along with his "game", no matter what certain friends of yours might believe. They always do want to think the best of you, and there is absolutely no fucking good explanation for why you would want to shackle yourself to the biggest asshole in Paradox Space. But regardless of your motivations...

Dirk trying really hard here to avoid directly admitting that he's in love with Caliborn, not even in the narration. This will be a running theme.

It occurs to you sometimes that what normal people would actually call this game is "marriage".

Damn, I really just came out and put this right in the first chapter, huh? I mean, it's true though.

CALIBORN: RUB MY BELLY, CUDDLESLUT.

Yeah, so. I started this fic with a scene of Caliborn growing out of his pants and then followed it up immediately with a belly rub scene. I was NOT attempting to be subtle about what kind of fic this is--which is to say, a belly fetish fic. I'm genuinely shocked it's grown to have this much of an audience outside of that community.

The fic HAS grown to encompass a lot more than just the fetish shit, though. I guess by now I'd consider it basically the equivalent of one of those fics that has plenty of plot and character development, but also fairly frequent sex scenes. Except here, half the time instead of sex scenes you just get weirdly lascivious descriptions of how much candy Caliborn is scarfing down. I promise this is hot to some portion of the audience.

DIRK: The fuck have you been eating, dude? CALIBORN: WHY. DIRK: There's like a lump in there. Right here.

And here's the first appearance of the egg! The entire raison d'etre of this fic. Really, what else is there to say about it? It's an egg. It's made of candy. It's inside of Caliborn. Presumably one day it will be outside of Caliborn. One can only hope.

[mjblue]

Dorcas Meadowes headcanons developed (mostly) in the void

Hey Marauders Tumblr! I'm pretty new here, but I've seen people making lists like this of their headcanons, and as somebody who has never really interacted with fanon, I thought it would be interesting to share some of mine to see how they compare to what other people have come up with. I’ve had these for years, and my inspiration for them was literally just a few pieces of art on Pinterest (so, interestingly, the ways in which my headcanons are most similar to popular fanon tend to be in the characters’ appearances), the canon books, and my own overactive imagination. I'm starting with Dorcas, because from what little I've gathered she, Marlene, and Mary seem to be the characters for whom my interpretations are the most different from what's already out there (although it's fascinating how close they actually are sometimes).

Please do lmk what you think!!! I've put the list below the cut so as not to annoy people who just want to scroll ↓↓↓

First things first: like I said, I developed these before interacting with fanon much, so I am a Gryffindor Dorcas truther (I know a lot of people have her in Slytherin now, sorry 🙃)

“The weird and offputting one” (said with love)

One sibling. A brother, two years older, in Ravenclaw

Intelligent and creative. Would have been in Ravenclaw with her brother, but adamantly refused, as at the age of 11 she found him deeply irritating and could not stand to be in his presence

Very emotionally level. Difficult to excite, difficult to anger, difficult to deeply wound

Fatal flaw: stubbornness

Patronus: tiger 🐯

Acquired something of a reputation for casual meanness throughout her school years (though, importantly, not for cruelty). It wasn’t that she didn’t always think before she spoke; rather, it was that she cared more about what she thought than the feelings of those around her

Fashion-adventurous. As a child, enjoyed bright colours, patterns, and loose cuts; as an adult, enjoyed black, jewel tones, and artfully distressed items (would likely have enjoyed the goth subculture, but alas, ‘twas after her time)

Mastered colour-changing spells in third year so she could match the beads in her braids with her outfit, nail polish, and mood

Along with James and Lily, one of the few amongst her friends to have a happy upbringing

Would have done well in art school (mixed-media sculpture)

Did not dream of labour. Worked occasionally as a professional duellist, and won nearly all of her matches when she did, but devoted most of her time to the Order and her portraiture (which she hoped to one day make a living from, though she was unwilling to sacrifice her abstract, vivid style to satisfy her more traditional customers)

Genuinely confident in herself from an early age, including in her sexuality (asexual biromantic) (because gosh darn it this fandom needs some ace rep)

Figured the ace part out when she kissed her first boyfriend and hated it, but still wanted to know his mind and hold his hand; figured the biromantic part out when Marlene went on a date with her first boyfriend (which, in Marlene’s case, was comphet) and Dorcas also hated it

Confessed her feelings to Marlene straight away when she realised, but only to get it off her chest; never expected her feelings to be returned. Proceeded to date around a bit, and was pleasantly surprised a short while later :)

Had one Muggle grandmother, with whom she was very close. Passed away the summer between Dorcas’s fifth and sixth years (just after Dorcas received an ‘O’ on her Muggle Studies O.W.L.)

Took the maximum four out of five supplemental subjects after second year, mostly because a Ravenclaw bet she wouldn’t

Proposed to Marlene the night of James and Lily’s wedding, privately, in a dark corner of the dance floor after the newlyweds had left

Siouxsie and the Banshees #1 fan. Tragically too busy avenging her recently-murdered fiancée to listen to Juju, although she did hear “Spellbound” once or twice on the radio

Also an enjoyer of the B-52s

Anyway...I think about my version of Dorcas a lot (could you tell lol), and I'm pretty invested in these headcanons because they form the basis of her characterisation in the fanfiction I write, so I probably won't be changing my mind anytime soon, but it's always fun to hear what other people think! Seriously, please let me know :)

[ratboychronicles]

ok adding onto my Great Comet x CHNT au. thing. i have thoughts………….

WARNING FOR CHNT AND THE GREAT COMET SPOILERS

gonna assign everyone to characters n then give my argument why they’re similar

Sydney —> Natasha

scary similar tbh. i have good reason for this listen LISTEN!!

the main differences between Natasha and Sydney is that Natasha is more immature and childish. Natasha still holds some form of “”love”” or desire for love for/from Anatole when he leaves for PETERSBUURRRGGG!!! She doesn’t see through his deception in the way Sydney saw through Elijah’s—partly because Elijah is …….. very noticeably insane, and Anatole is just a charming shithead, but STILL!! i think Sydney would’ve noticed insincerity by the end even if Elijah wasn’t visibly insane.

NOW THEIR SIMILARITIES …… the big thing imo is that the two desperately seek love, while also being unaware of what love looks like—leaving them susceptible to people like Anatole and Elijah. I would say that Natasha feels neglected in similar ways to Sydney, even though Natasha is notably more universally adored than Sydney, for the both of them, the person who was meant to love them most in this case were neglecting them. NOW……. with how I’ve assigned Jedidiah in this AU, it gets sort of confusing, but i’m ignoring that for now so i can talk my shit <3

another thing i noticed abt the two of them is that out of their desperation to feel loved, they go against all warnings thrown at them—are fully willing to accept the self destruction that will follow their actions—simply to experience what they believe to be love and understanding.

“I’m afraid for you, Natasha—afraid you are going to your ruin!” “Then I’ll go to my ruin—yes I will, as soon as possible!”

“…Are you saying… the only reason you don’t want me around the Elephant Man… is because he might tell me your secrets?“ […] “Sydney, please […] You won’t be safe!” “What if I’m okay with that?”

the both of them feel desperate enough that they’re willing to risk their livelihoods to experience even the idea of affection, even if visibly not healthy at all.

SO Sydney and Natasha’s shared desire for love and to feel appreciated—along with their lack of knowledge when it comes to love—are the reasons the two of them got so close to the NASTIEST MEN EVER!!!!

“Feelings of… understanding. Of being seen. He… loves me? He recognizes how poorly I’m regarded and that… I can’t pretend that doesn’t make me feel a little better, and feel appreciated.”

“… but I love you. Of that, there is no doubt […] how else could we have kissed? […] it means that you are kind, noble and splendid, and I could not help loving you … I will love you, Anatole. I will do anything for you.”

as if….. Anatole didn’t literally force himself onto Natasha……….. and as if ……. Elijah didn’t cause Sydney distress, stalk him, and take advantage of him ….. hm…… it’s almost as if….. they were vulnerable people who fell into the hands of …. very manipulative and dangerous people……

on that note,

Elijah —> Anatole

is anyone shocked. no one should be shocked.

they both share the Disney Prince charm—they’re both also blond and talk kinda similar.

the big similarity between them is that they are! very obsessed with one person! however, dare i say…..they’re both BIG love-bombers. they shower their muse, their object of affection—with love so great, no true lover could ever meet such heights! alas, this is the point….. both make great demands, forcing the other to do something that would greatly hurt the people they love, while also convincing them that the love of their family and friends could not POSSIBLY outweigh their own practical WORSHIP!! and therefore demand they agree to an abduction for an elopement, or to steal journals that are….. special to his closest friend…… for a lack of better word. BESIDES THE POINT: doing things they would have never done unless being convinced by a person who seemingly adores them, who wants the best for them—the ONLY one with their best interests in mind.

“Natalie, Natalie, Natalie, I must love you or die. Natalie, Natalie, Natalie, if you love me, say yes! And I will come and steal you away, steal you out of the dark.”

“My love, everyone else may be sleeping on your virtues, but I am wide awake. I love you. I would die for you.”

they’re both manipulative, noticeably charming, love-bombers, and generally quite extreme in their measures (both have committed attempted kidnapping!!!)

also both are quite physical and touchy……. pushing boundaries any chance they can, taking control of the other in whatever way they can, ya know!!

the motives r obvs …… very different (one wants to preach his cult i mean religion and the other is just a whore) but they go about it in the same fucking way

MOVING ON!!!

Jedidiah —> Pierre

my assignment for Jedidiah is expected BUT i kind of had to fight myself on also assigning him to Andrei instead of just. pretending Andrei wasn’t there because. Pierre wasn’t as directly responsible for Natasha’s loneliness as much as Jedidiah is for Sydney’s, BUT….. Pierre also isn’t around LMAO and Pierre doesn’t really have a reason unlike Andrei. he’s just drinking and sulking and reading, and he believes himself to be not good enough for Natasha. same as Jedidiah, but Jedidiah was more mentally ill about it.

“If I … were not myself … but the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth …and if I were free … I would get down on my knees this minute … and ask you for your hand … and for your love.”

“I swallowed the acid I’d coughed up, and relished how it burnt my throat. I’d never spit this up again. I’d let it dissolve me before I let another heart stop. Sydney, listen to me. I love you. I’ll dissolve, okay? I’ll shatter like glass. Like the face of a clock, and it whispers, Sydney, so please don’t listen… I love you…”

NONETHELESS. feels obvious because they’re both sad pathetic wet cats and both are CUCKLODS!! PIERRE THE CUCKOLD SITS AT HOME, THE POOR MAN!!! i pretend andrei isn’t here nor does he exist because he complicates my delusions. and one does not have space for that.

also…… Jedidiah threatening to bash Elijah’s head in with a statue is such a funny image. i need to draw Jedidiah absolutely seething with rage, foaming at the mouth.

ill do assignments to everyone else based on what’d be funniest in accordance to the musical dynamics and based on character vibe

[gunilslaugh]

OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU DID HOGWARTS AUS!!! Could you please do a Slytherin jooyeon x Hufflepuff reader- enemies to lovers? You can do this whenever, make sure to take care of yourself and not burn out ily ❤️❤️❤️

Aww 🥰 ily2 and make sure that you take care of yourself too :) Here's your request!

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: It was a common occurrence for the Slytherin and Hufflepuff houses to not get along, so it was no surprise that Slytherin Jooyeon and Hufflepuff you were always bickering.

WC:2.1k

Warning:grammar, still rusty Harry Potter knowledge, so if there and incorrections I’m sorry

Harry Potter AU

photo not mine credit to owners.

“How can you possibly complain about being a favorite student?” Jooyeon groaned, yet again the both of you were fighting. For the record though you weren’t even initially talking to Jooyeon. Why would you? You solely hated him and wanted nothing more than to just ignore his existence, but alas he always finds a way to pester himself into your life. Just as he’s currently doing right now. You were simply explaining to Jungsu how you found it unfair that your Ancient Ruins Professor favors you. When Jooyeon’s annoying voice interjected.

“It’s not something your self-centered self would understand,” you uttered plainly as you began walking away from him.

“It’s better to be self-centered. Caring about others will only get you hurt,” he called after you.

“Aww are you worried I’ll get hurt?” you turned back with a foe appreciative tone. You see Jooyeon freeze for just a moment before scoffing.

“As if! I was saying caring about your classmates is dumb,”

“Then let me be dumb,” you say, turning and fully walking away from him this time.

“Must you always fight with him?” Jungsu asks tiredly after witnessing your little quarrel. 

“You know I’d rather stay away from him, but somehow always finds me and says stupid things,” you explain just as tired.

“Maybe he likes you,” Jungsu nudges you with his elbow.

“That’s not even close to funny. Don’t say nonsense like that,” the mere thought of Jooyeon liking you alone makes your stomach turn. 

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Your friends aren’t the only ones tired of your and Jooyeons’ constant bickering. His friends are equally as tired.

“Can’t you just leave the Hufflepuff alone Jooyeon? This has been going on for over a year. Aren’t you bored?” Seungmin quizzes Jooyeon.

“I just don’t get what people think is so great about them. Didn’t you hear the Ancient Ruins professor favors them? That dude is literally one of the strictest professors and an even harsher grader. It’s so hard to pass that class, but the professor favors y/n? Why do they deserve to pass that class easily? I’m so much better. It should be me and to make it worse that Hufflepuff isn’t even grateful they think it’s wrong that they’re favored.” Jooyeon ranted.

“You know what I regret asking,” Seungmin sighed. 

“You know what? I’m gonna get a higher grade than them on the next Ancient Ruins test. That’ll prove that I’m better,” Jooyeon proclaimed. 

“I guess you better get to studying then. The next test is in two weeks,” Seungmin said. 

“Two weeks!?” Jooyeon partially shouted. “I got to go,” he quickly said before basically running off.

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You were currently at Honeydukes with Jungsu and Hyeongjun enjoying some drinks. 

“Hah!” an all too familiar voice shouted. You look at the direction of the shout, greeted with Jooyeon holding up his Ancient Ruins test that was marked with an “O”. 

“How’d you know I was here?” you asked. Never thinking he would show up to bother at a place outside of school.

“Doesn’t matter. What did you get?” He dismissed your question. You reached into your school bag and reluctantly pulled out your own test paper that was also marked with an “O”. He glares at your paper before walking away. 

“What was that about?” Hyeongjun questioned. 

“I don’t know, let's forget it happened,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

It’s been a few weeks since your run in with Jooyeon at Honeydukes. Thankfully that’s the last interaction you’ve had with him. It does feel slightly odd though. You’ve gotten used to frequently squabbling with him. Oddly now you're finding yourself wondering if he’s ok. You blame it on your caring Hufflepuff nature cause certainly there is no other reason for you to worry about him. You hate him or hate might be a bit of a strong word, but you definitely dislike him. 

“Y/n do you want to go watch the quidditch match?” Hyeongjun broke your thoughts. 

“Who’s playing?” You ask.

“Gryffindor versus Slytherin,” he responds. Jooyeon was on the Slytherin quidditch team. Maybe that’s why he’s been out of your hair. He was probably preparing for the match.

“Yeah let’s go,” you respond standing up. You guys made your way to the stadium where you met up with Jungsu and Jiseok. You all sat beside one another exchanging some small talk while waiting for the match to start. However you weren’t really paying attention to the conversation taking place. Instead your eyes found themselves wandering around. Only stopping when they landed on Jooyeon. So he is ok you thought. 

“You know I didn’t really expect you to come y/n,” Jiseok voiced. 

“Gunil’s playing for Gryffindor, so thought I’d support him,” you said.

“That’s why you were staring at Slytherin?” Jiseok asked you, raising a brow skeptically.

“Just checking the competition,” you casually stated. 

You tried. You really tried to focus on Gunil and his playing, yet your eyes seemingly had a mind of their own. They’d be focused on Gunil as you seemingly had to force them to do, but only some moments later you caught yourself staring at Jooyeon. You absolutely couldn’t figure out why. Before you were happiest when he was out of your sight, but now all you wanted was for him to be in your sight. 

The match eventually ended with the Slytherins taking victory. You didn’t know how you felt. You do remember the smile on Jooyeon’s face as they claimed victory though. 

Even the days after the quidditch match Jooyeon is still yet to bother you. Was he avoiding you? You began to think, but what reason would he have for doing that? Better question, Why do you care?

Only a few steps after exiting the classroom for Care of Magical Creatures you feel a body collide with yours causing you to drop your textbook. 

“Watch it Hufflepuff!” A voice shouts. You look up seeing it came from a Slytherin, it only makes sense though. 

“You watch out!” A voice that you hadn’t heard in about a month shouts. 

“What?” The Slytherin sounded offended.

“You bumped into them so you watch out,” Jooyeon said, the last words sounding harsher. The Slytherin scoffed before walking away. Jooyeon was now by your side as he knelt down, picking up your textbook and handing it back to you. Jooyeon just helped you?

“Are you ok?” Jooyeon asked, scanning you over.

“I feel like I should be asking you that since you just helped me,” Jooyeon scratches the back of his neck at your words.

“I just really don’t like that guy. He’s such an asshole,” he explained.

“Congratulations,” you say randomly.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“The quidditch match last week. You guys won, congrats,” you elucidated.

“Right. Thanks,”

“Um I’ll see you around?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but it did.

“Yeah. I’ll see you around?” It came out as a question for him too. 

Jungsu and you were crossing through Central Hall. Jooyeon and Seungmin were passing through as well. When you and Jooyeon noticed each other, you waved.

 “I must be dreaming,” Jungsu said with disbelief. 

“What?” you ask him.

“You and Jooyeon just waved at one another?”

“Yeah, we do that now,” you informed.

“What? Explain! Right now,” he ordered.

“Wait let’s go to the common room first,” 

Thankfully the common room was empty when you got there. Leaving you and Jungsu in privacy. 

“Me and Jooyeon are civil now,” you began.

“What! How? That’s- huh?” Jungsu couldn’t process this information.

“I know, it’s odd for me too,” you stated. “You know how after Honeydukes he started ignoring me?” Jungsu nodded. “Well at first I liked it, but then I found myself worring about him,”

“No way,” 

“I know but I’m not done yet. I actually went to that quidditch match to see Jooyeon,”

‘I knew you were staring at him!”

“Yes, I was, but at the time I was very confused about why. I couldn’t figure it out. Then a few days later this other Slytherin bumped into me outside of the Care for Magical Creatures Class and he helped me,”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He asked offendly.

“Because I didn’t understand my feelings. We had our first non-arguing conversation then. At the end I asked if I’d see him around cause I wanted to see him around.”

“No wait, are you saying?”

“I think I like him,” you confessed.

“What are you gonna do now?

“I don’t know,” you truly had no clue. Understanding these new found feelining was difficult.

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Seungmin and Jooyeon were currently in Jooyeon’s room having their own version of the conversation you and Jungsu just had.

“Care to explain why you just waved at Y/n?” Seungmin started interrogating Jooyeon as soon as he closed the door.

“It’s a new thing that we do,” Jooyeon answered.

“Why’s that exactly?” Seungmin pressed.

“We get along now,” Jooyeon told.

“How? I thought that was impossible,” Seungmin says, completely shocked by what Jooyeon just informed him.

“Remember when I was determined to do better than them at Ancient Ruins?” Jooyeon asked to which Seungmin nodded in response. “Well we got the same score and it pissed me off so much that I decided I was gonna ignore them for a few days. I was gonna be y/n free, but then I found myself wanting to see them,” 

“Seriously?” Seungmin is astounded. 

“That realization made me really confused. Why would I want to see the person that I hated? I spent way too much time thinking about it, about them. Then I saw them at the quidditch match. Everytime I looked at them they were looking at Gunil. I got this weird feeling in my stomach. I wanted them,”

“To look at you,” Seungmin finished. Starting to realize where this was going. Jooyeon nodded, confirming Seungmins thoughts.

“A few days ago this one guy from our house bumped into them and yelled at them to watch it. It made me so furious. Before I even knew what I was doing I was yelling at the guy that he should watch out. After that we had an actual conversation and it was nice. They even congratulated me on winning the match. By the end we said we’d see each other around,” Jooyeon finished. 

“So what are you telling me is?”

“I like them,” Jooyeon confessed.

“What are you gonna do about it?” 

“Don’t know yet,” It’s not like he could just walk up to you and tell you.

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It appears you and Jooyeon took saying “See you around.” too literally, cause that’s all you two did, see each other around. You guys haven't actually talked since he helped you. 

“Y’know you guys can actually talk to one another? You don’t have to hopelessly stare at each other,” Jiseok tells you. A lot of students were just chilling in The Quad, including you and Jooyeon.

“I don’t know what to talk to him about,” you say.

“You could tell him you like him,” Jiseok spoke. All your friends were sick of you two at this point. First it was constant fighting, now it’s pathetic pinning.

“No I can't, that'd be weird to just say it,” you said. Jiseok and Jungsu exchange looks before nodding.  Before you can even question them they’re already pulling you by the arms and dragging you over towards Jooyeon. Whose friends were also dragging him towards you.

“Just talk to each other please, we're all tired,” Gunil told before they walked off leaving you and Jooyeon to yourselves. 

“You wanna take a walk?” you suggest timidly.

“Yeah sure,” he responds with a small smile. The pair of you exiting The Quad and beginning to walk around the outside of Hogwarts castle. It didn’t take long for silence to surround you. 

“Y/n?” Jooyeon broke the silence.

“Yeah,” you responded.

“I need to tell you something,” he appreises.

“Ok go I head, I actually have something to tell you too,” you notify him. He takes a moment before speaking.

“I like you,” he confesses. A sense of relief is the first thing you feel, but happiness is quick to follow it.

“I like you too,” you confessed back with a smile.

Now you and Jooyeon walk around Hogwarts holding hands as a happy couple. You still have quarrels though. Except now they are lovers quarrels and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[cherrycola27]

A siren for Siren?!

I'm thinking angst with sailor Bradley. Leaving this very open-ended for you to take complete control. Can't wait to read the final product 🖤

Oh, Jay, this was such an interesting ask! Thank you for always being a great friend. I hope you enjoy:

The Call of the Sea:

Bradley stepped onto the deck of the aircraft carrier. It was an early foggy morning. Bradley was the only one on the deck. The carrier was currently sailing off the coast of Greece near some small islands.

He sighed and leaned against the railing of deck and looked out into the fog. He listened to the ship, breaking through the waves and the hum of the sea breeze. The sound of gulls overhead cut through through the air.

Suddenly, his ears perked up. Amongst the waves and wind and birds, Bradley heard something else. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and really listened. That's when he heard it.

A beautiful melody wormed its way into his brain. It sounded like a woman. Surely Bradley must be going crazy. It was far too early in the morning for anyone else to be up. Especially a singing woman.

But the longer he listened, the more he heard it. Haunting notes that drew him closer to the water.

It was like his brain was on auto pilot as he began to move from his spot on the top deck. His feet carried him down the stairs and through to corridors and moved of their own accord towards the edge of the carrier.

Each note drew him closer. It was as if the sea was whispering his name, telling him to jump into the water and let it swallow him up.

Bradley was dangerously close to the edge when someone called his name.

"Rooster?" Bradley shook his head and cleared the mental fog. He turned around and saw Jake staring at him with a look of confusion.

"What are you doing, man? Why did it look like you were about to jump off the carrier?" Jake asked him.

"I—I don't know Hangman, it was like—you're going to think I'm crazy." Bradley shook his head.

"Try me." Jake said as Bradley walked closer too him.

"I swear I could hear a woman singing. It was like she was calling my name. Telling me to jump." Bradley told him.

"Well, we are off the coast of Greece. Maybe those legends about sirens luring sailors to their death are true after all." Jake chuckled. Bradley chuckled along with him. "C'mon, let's get some food and some coffee in you to get you straight." Jake said as he slapped Bradley on the back. Bradley shot a final look over his shoulder before following him to the mess hall.

You heard their footsteps and voices fade away. You sighed before swimming back with your sisters to the island. "It almost worked." You told your sister Andria. She shook her head at you. "The sailors are almost too smart to fall for our songs now. They know so much about us. She tells you.

You and Andria had been swimming in deep water a few weeks ago when you'd spotted the large ship full of sailors. The one you would later learn was called Rooster stood out to you. He had golden brown curls and a body that would rival Adonis himself. You'd been following his boat ever since you'd laid eyes on him, waiting for the moment to make him yours.

You thought today was that moment, but alas, you were wrong.

"I overheard some of the others saying they would be docking today and going to the island. What if we traded our tails for our land legs and explored the town to see if you could find him?" You sister suggested.

"Oh, yes! Please!" You flipped and splashed. "Good. But remember, you must be back in the water before midnight, or you will lose your ability to change forever. Andria warned you. You shook your head, remembering what had happened to your middle sister. She'd not heeded the warning.

When she'd tried to come back to the water after a night in the village, she couldn't transform. She became a literal fish out of water. While she had loved land, Marissa was still a siren. Unable to return to her true form, she mourned herself to death and vanished in the sea foam.

Just as the sun crested over the horizon, you and Andria made your way onto a silent beach. You quickly swiped some clothes from a hanging line and some sandals from beside a door mat.

Soon, you were clothed in a sundress as blue as the water you came from. The two of you carefully explore the island. Thankfully, you both had a small bit of money that you and Andria had collected in passing from the beach, so you were able to enjoy some coffee at a cafe while waiting for your sailor to come ashore.

You'd immediately spotted him. You grabbed your sister by the hand dragged her through the streets following him. By late evening, he and his friends had made their way into a karaoke bar.

You took this as your opportunity to make your move. You dragged your sister to the stage with you to sing an ABBA song. As soon as you opened your mouth, his eyes were on you, he was was captivated by you.

After the two of you were done, he quickly came up to you.

"Excuse me, miss. Do I know you? You seem so—familiar." Rooster said as he met your eyes.

"No sir, I don't think we've met. I'm Y/N" You say to him. He tells you his name, but you already knew it.

His friend from this morning comes and starts talking to your sister.

Soon, you and Rooster or Bradley, as he had told you, were walking the cobble stone streets of the town, hand in hand, talking like old friends.

The two of you laughed and joked and shared with one another all kinds of things.

"You're so easy to talk to. I don't think I've ever met anyone like you." Bradley admitted to you. "Can I kiss you?" He asked as you leaned up against the white wall of an alleyway. You nodded. He smiled before craning his head down and sealing his lips over yours.

You sighed and melted into him as he deepend the kiss. You were content to stay there all night kissing him, but in the distance, you hear the church bells ring out. You quickly pulled away from him.

"Oh no! What time is it?" You asked him.

"It's 11:45. Why? Do you have a curfew I should be worried about?" Rooster joked with you.

You gasped as you looked all around you. You were deep in the heart of town. You knew you would have to run if you were going to make it back to the water in time.

"I—I have to go!" You exclaimed before taking off running.

"Wait!" Bradley cried out running after you.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire. You cursed your clunky legs. Your tail could carry you so much faster. You heard the bells chime again, letting you know it was five minutes to midnight.

You could see the water in the distance and heard your sister calling your name and splashing for you. Your feet had just hit the sand when someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you too them.

"Y/N. What are you doing?" Rooster panted out as you faced him. You could see the clock tower, you had three minutes to get back in the water.

"Bradley! You have to let me go. I have to get in the water before midnight." You told him, trying to push him away.

"What? Why?" He asked you. "Because—because I'm not human. I'm a siren." You confess to him. He looked at you, confused by your words.

You take a deep breath before humming your song to him.

"Oh my god. You're the voice I heard this morning." His eyes light up at the realization. Another minute ticked by.

"Yes. And if I'm not in the water before midnight, I'll never be able to go back." You tell him.

"What if you didn't. You could stay with me." He tells you eagerly.

"Bradley, a siren living without the water would be like you trying to live without flying in your big plane. Do you understand?"

He nods his head. "Will I ever be able to see you again?" He asks you as sorrow falls over his features.

"I don't know. But here, take this." You say as you unclasp your pearl necklace from around your throat. You place it in his palm and fold his hand over it.

"We may not see each other again, but every time you look out over the ocean, I want you to think of me." You smile at him with a tear in your eye.

He cups your face and kisses you just as the first toll of the midnight bell rings out.

You pull away from him and dive into the waves. Bradley watches you disappear into the water. He waits for what feels like an eternity.

But soon, he sees you pop out of the water and spalsh your tail at him.

He smiles and lets out a deep breath before watching you disappear in the sea once again.

He looks down at the necklace in his palm. He sighs and tucks it in his pocket before beginning his walk back to the carrier.

"Jake is never going to believe this." He mumbles to himself as he walks along the sand.

The moon reflected on the ocean, and a warm wind blew and twisted amongst the breeze, and Bradley heard your song, calling out to him once more.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

you know. I think I have another question for the Ben 10 AU. First of all, you know that one episode “Arrested Development”. where Ben had give an alternate identification to the watch, because he was turned back into an 11-year-old. Which literally was to tell the watch a bunch of stuff about himself like “My name is Benjamin Kirby Tennyson” “I live in Bellwood” “My grandfather name is Max Tennyson” “I like soccer and chill fries and, I’m scared of peacocks”. Do the four have something similarly or close to that?(maybe even tell us how they give identification to their watch)? Also second of all, we heard of the four’s favorite aliens. What’s their least favorite aliens/alien forms?

Oh that would be even funnier if it was like the famous ✨alchemy accident✨ so because of the magic again being a double edged sword, the omnitrix cannot recognise the DNA and here we go on the hopes that no bad guy breaks in today, while also trying to get the authentication method to work.

*cue bad guy breaking in sfx*

:'3

For Riddle, he would find it harder since TREY is the one insisting on taking care of him. And it's so hard to get alone time with Trey as your 'babysitter'. Adeuce try to help but who would even trust these 2 with a kid knowing their track record?! But Jack does make his way through and finally takes off Riddle from Trey's hands with the excuse of 'hey, you should cook something for the kid, I'll watch over him in his room'. Now for the authentication method, Riddle does start with his name, where he lives and his family. Alas this is not enough so he tries the school he's attending, his friends and very generic shit. Jack suggests to use some things that not all people know. Something that only Riddle knows even. His final impus are 'I like strawberry tarts and law obedient hedgehogs.' along with 'when mother wasn't at home, I would borrow and try to wear her heels around the house.'

For Kalim, Jamil is immediately telling him to first go through the authentication method while he gets an antidote. Kalim starts with pretty generic things, but only when Jamil leaves him alone for a bit he shares things like 'I like ladybugs' or 'one time an assassin drugged Jamil, but I fended myself just fine'. Things that neither Jamil actually knew. Those seem to do the trick. :3

For Epel, Vil is immediately on to brew the antidote, as such, Rook was helping Epel with the authentication method. And BOI nothing escapes Rook so might as well share the embarrassing secrets such as 'I stood 3 hours in a tree because I was afraid to get down.' or 'a horse once threw me in a haystack where I found a knitting needle.'

Now Idia is pretty much easy to get alone. Ortho was deemed as a capable and sane enough person to watch over him while Crewel wipes out an antidote. And Ortho basically was with Idia all of his life so there was no secrets in between them.

Except for one. When Ortho does get out for something, Idia tells his very last and most intimate secret 'I still feel guilty about my brother's deaths.' Yes. Plural, because it's hypothetically, after chap 6 and as such Ortho experienced like... 3 'deaths', a thing which only Idia knew. His parents knew that Ortho died 1 time, while the others in chap 6 knew that 'robo ortho' was the og and didn't die as he was rebuilt.Damn some mental gymnastics. But that was enough to make it work so Shh... :'3

Hmmm for the least favourite aliens... I don't really have an idea... As all of them have their purpose after all... So this is something up to debate still. :'3

[writerownstory]

Ghost Whisperer x JATP AU

my first time posting on Juke Jeudi and it’s a lil snippet of the Ghost Whisperer AU I’ve been working on 😌 I started out with a completely different idea…. but then half way through a new idea popped into my head and alas, I started over. I wasn’t gonna post this part because it’s lowkey a spoiler, but also Juke becoming Juke isn’t a spoiler so. here we are. as per usual I haven’t totally reread it because if I did, it would never get posted!

~

Julie shakes her head at the thought. Best not to get carried away. She heads to the backroom, determined to sort through their latest shipment and get the new items out into the shop. She’s so involved in her task that she doesn’t think twice when Flynn appears in the backroom. “Jules, there’s a customer up front you need to take care of.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Julie picks up the neatly folded stack of t-shirts under her arm and makes her way to the counter. The semi-familiar mop of brown hair and sleeveless shirt should’ve clued her in, but instead her mind is miles away until she drops the t-shirts on a box and steps up to the counter, only to come face to face with the hazel eyes that have haunted her dreams. Her own eyes widen. “Luke!”

“Hey Julie.” His smile is effortless, lighting up the rest of his face. “You work here?”

“Actually, I own the place. You know, when I’m not shredding on the piano.”

Luke’s smile brightens, if that’s even possible. “This shop is literally the coolest. I always used to come in here all the time growing up.” He places the vinyls he’d been holding under his arm on the counter.

“Yeah, actually my—“ Everything in Julie freezes as her eyes land on the vinyl on top of Luke’s pile. Her eyes trace the familiar magenta font above four women staring down the camera, as if daring the viewer to give their music a try. Her mom’s face, young and worry free, without the worn lines of cancer aging her features, glaring up at her. She wonders, not for the first time, if Rose knew about her Gift back then and how she balanced it with the rest of her normal life.

As if on cue, a voice breaks through her reverie, “Come on man, be careful with that! It’s one of my prized possessions!”

Julie eyes track to the opposite side of the store where Flynn is setting up a display with an old record player they’d thrifted to help display different vinyl records each week. A young boy probably around 18 or 19, with shaggy blonde hair was hovering over Flynn’s shoulder, watching her fiddle with it. “You better not be selling this to just anybody,” the boy tells the back of Flynn’s head. Her instinct is to address the boy, but she momentarily forgets no one else can see him despite Flynn’s lack of a reaction.

“Julie?”

She looks back up at Luke who’s watching her closely, concern etched in his features.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “I, uh...” She hesitates, but the look on his face warms something inside her chest and she feels like it’s okay. “This is my mom’s debut album with her band.” Her finger traces her mom’s face on the cover and realization hits Luke immediately.

“Your mom is Rose Sanchez? Of Rose and the Petal Pushers?”

“She usually goes by Rose Molina but yeah.” His recognition makes her smile. “That’s her.”

His gaze softens into something akin to awe and it threatens to turn Julie’s insides to mush. “Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more amazing.”

Julie scoffs, but the smile framed by the color on her face is unmistakable. She’s so flustered, she doesn’t even have time to react as Flynn appears beside her, leaning against the counter.

“You must be Luke.”

Without missing a beat he responds, “You must be Flynn.”

Flynn looks back at Julie. “I think I like him.”

Luke’s whole face lights up in delight and Julie knows how much he wants to get along with her friends and family. Reggie and Alex had taken to her all too well, and Luke wanted the same for him and Flynn.

“But if you hurt her, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” She levels him with a hard glare before moving away from the counter and disappearing among the racks.

Luke traps his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to tamper his grin but it only works until Flynn is out of sight. It sets off butterflies in Julie’s stomach. “I think that was a Flynn approval.”

“Not quite,” she teases. “But she does like you.”

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 16 (SPOILERS)

"In my four thousand years of life, I had searched for many things . . . and a 1958 Gibson Flying V." Image below. They sell for ~$9,999. Apollo's fine with $15,000 Tater Tots but draws the line at a rare $9,999 guitar.

"If we die here, I'd just like to say you aren't as bad as I originally thought." Aw hey, they're making progress.

"And alas, I was all out of Tater Tots." I love how his Plan B is to try negotiating with the Tots. Actually, those are pretty pricey. Maybe he can pay his own ransom money with that.

"Good cheap labor is terribly difficult to find." [Insert comment about inhumane Chinese factory wages here]

"My friends call me Lit, but my enemies call me Death!" That's not nearly as cool a line as you seem to think it is.

"I changed my mind. First, that roof collapsed on me." Fair counter. If anything were to change your mind about taking someone alive, it would be an attempt on your own life. "Then my bodyguards got swallowed by a stand of bamboo." Say what now? I was wondering why Lit was here but the Germani weren't.

"My pulse boomed like timpani" TIMPANI (n.): kettledrums, especially when played by one musician in an orchestra

"Surely Zeus would intercede." They're probably going to find a way out of this situation before it becomes too close of a call, but if Apollo were to actually die, I think Zeus would actually intercede. At worst, his intentions for Apollo's punishment might be to live and die permanently as a mortal, but dying a month into his punishment might cross the line there. Besides, if Apollo died, he'd have to find a new Sun god.

"the crossed blades of Meg McCaffrey." Knew it would be her. They've been building up the anticipation with the plants.

"Hyacinthus the time he wore that amazing tuxedo on our date night" They... did not have tuxedos back then. Whatever, Apollo has the gift of prophecy. Of course he would use it for little things like this.

"THIS is Meg?" Oh yeah, forgot they've never met. I bet Apollo's been hyping her up and all and with the way he embellishes stories, Calypso at this point probably thinks she's some great hero to rival Hercules.

"Yep . . . You're stupid." Very Meg. "Now she would stay by my side" These very words instantly convinced me that she would not stay by his side.

"Now it was clear that our master-servant relationship could not be so easily broken." Okay, so even Meg can't release Apollo from her authority.

"no child can match the Reaper of Men." Okay, so once he said this to Meg, I started wondering how old Lit was and after some Googling and being careful to avoid spoilers, I found everything I need to know about him except his age. He's also a child of Demeter! Meg's bro! That makes "Reaper of Men" a marvelous pun. He has a sister named Zoe, unrelated to Zoë Nightshade. Also, his Wikipedia page is depressingly short and part of his fandom wiki page is literally a copy-paste of the Wikipedia article. According to Wikipedia, he challenged people to harvesting contests and beheaded the contestants when they lost. Guess he's really good at that. Then Hercules came along and turned the tables on him and that's how he died. Apparently the PJO series is the only ever piece of pop culture poor Lityerses appears in. I still don't know his age.

"leaving Calypso behind to the blemmyae . . . I'd like to say that wasn't a serious thought, but it had been, however briefly." Wait, he was serious about that?!

"run over by a herd of armored ostriches." THE OSTRICHESSSSSSSS! Man, Lit's really taking a beating today. First he gets run over by a roof and then he gets run over by a bunch of big birds. Now I see where he gets all the scars from. Does this happen regularly?

"She howled in rage and the net blasted upward, ripped from its moorings" She does still have magic? Holy shit, she can do more than sing!1!!1! She seems surprised by it afterward, though. Has this never happened even once when she was in the Sea of Monsters? Surely she'd be in equally dangerous situations. Or maybe she's surprised she was able to conjure enough power to rip out the whole net.

"I was quite content to be annoyed, once again, by Meg McCaffrey." I like this ending line. I dunno, I just like it.

Also, this chapter made me realize that the cover art is not, in fact, the two of them flying under a bridge. That's netting and if I looked closer, I would have seen the arena. So sue me, the blue looked like water. I just thought the ostriches could walk on water.

[troglobite]

again pls let me be w the shows i watch lol

more Thoughts

okay also watching episode 2 again of this season and the tinhat is fully fucking on

WHY does ted care SO MUCH abt trent?

he says yes against everyone's wishes

trent just keeps staring at ted the whole time waiting patiently for his answer he HAS to know everyone is trying to get ted to say no to this idea

ted's SO excited to see him

he mentions a baggie of his hair ties in lost and found?! either it's true and for some reason ted made note of it, or he's poking fun at trent for having an incredible head of hair. lol

then beyond that

the thing that got me and made me wanna think out loud

was the exchange w roy in the locker room

"your ego is abt to jeopardize a lot more than one football game, okay?"

oh REALLY ted? HOW MUCH MORE? WHAT EXACTLY IS THAT MORE?

my god the tinhat it fits so snugly i love it

trent waits patiently awkwardly in the locker room for him and roy to come back out like my god

also i'm just.

okay he also--this is SO tinhat.

in rebecca's office

they mention handfuls

ted's like "never a handful of skittles, though, the dye gets all over your hands and it's sticky. and you CAN print that."

[the tinfoil hat turns rainbow]

we need another way to refer to ppl who are having fun w crackships or batshit fan theories etc. even THAT needs a different name. alas, it's almost 5 am and i'm way too tired to think of any.

ANYWAY.

then my favorite little bit

trent's whole thing yada yada yada you're doing this bc of rupert mannion

"yeah basically"

"love that"

WHOMST ELSE WOULD LOVE THAT EXCEPT FOR SOMEONE WHO ALSO HAS AN EX (HUSBAND) THAT THEY'D LOVE TO PISS OFF?

i'm JUST SAYING.

that man has NO wedding ring and a YOUNG daughter.

he has that beautiful hair and a silly swaggering way of walking

his style is ridiculous

he uses and carries RAINBOW MUGS

he simply raises his eyebrows and keeps walking, A Change Man, after seeing colin making out w michael

also interesting that everybody's in fic and stuff being like "oh he calls him coach lasso"

no he doesn't he literally says "goodnight, ted"

he literally says ted

also just those LOOKS in that conversation

my god mmmmmm i have never been so tinhatty.

except for spn and tbh i Was A Fool. this time i'm just having fun.

they made/confirmed two characters as canonically queer! I AM SIMPLY HAVING A GRAND OL TIME WAITING TO FIND OUT WHO ELSE IN THE SHOW MIGHT BE!!!!! WHO WILL JOIN THEIR RANKS?!

mayhaps the "fancy" man who ted complimented as their first interaction who has a young daughter, no wedding ring, and no evidence of an ex, who reacted w the aplomb of a seasoned homosexual upon seeing colin and michael?

I'M JUST SAYING.

i could watch episode 2 over and over and over again

jamie and dani being friends is the best thing and jamie being rightfully irritated AND a bit jealous abt zava? excellent nuance.

he's right! they don't need him! but that comes from a place of awareness abt the team and caring for them, AND a place of jealousy bc HE wants to be the star player on the team. (along w dani and sam, of course, as much as he rags on them)

loved that bit.

anyway.

trent crimm, homosexual. love it. that man? he's queer.

i had forgotten abt keeley bc i was just like "yeah, yeah, plausible deniability, a lot of straight women talk like that"

i had brushed off colin bc it was one or two throwaway comments or camera framing and he was sort of the butt of a few jokes, an unserious guy.

but now?

my god.

and TRENT?!

i'm just.

HOOOOO BOY.

ALSO

THERE WAS ANOTHER AMSTERDAM REFERENCE IN EPISODE TWO.

the snowglobe in barbara's office that the camera most closely focuses on is AMSTERDAM. IT'S FROM AMSTERDAM.

like holy fucking shit this next episode is going to explode us all, isn't it?

i am. EXPERIENCING.

MANY EMOTIONS.

[the-starry-seas]

oc ask game part 1: 🏷️ 🎨 🤝 

oc ask game part 2: 🎶 🫶 💫 🃏

I'm going to ramble about Ember he's everything to me actually

🏷️ - How did they get their name?

His older brother and squad sergeant Blue named him! No matter what came their way, he was gentle and kind and thought about a better future. He was a little spark of hope in a cold galaxy that didn't give a shit about clones. He was their ember of life. The heart of their squad. He was named after why they loved him.

🎨 - What battalion are they in?

The way I had to look this up- They were deployed as part of the 714th! And they really liked their general, a Wookiee named Osstowla, since she was always kind to them. Unfortunately she was replaced in 19 BBY by a human named Stusalv who shall we say caused a lot of problems. He wanted to decommission Ember so the squad had to kill him to protect their boy whoops.

🤝 - Which canon clone trooper would they get along with the best?

No cause literally I have a WIP where Ember's squad finds Kix in stasis after however many years that was, and they're best friends. They're very alike and Ember is the most patient one in the squad to help Kix adjust to the whole new world he finds himself in. If they met in the war era, they would have been even better friends and helped each other a lot with their medic work.

🎶 - What kind of music would/do they listen to?

He used to like listening to instrumental music! And then alas he lost his hearing and now he doesn't listen to music any more. Though he does still like Dha Werda Verda! Tapping the beat on their chestplates is the closest he can come to hearing music, and he knows they'll match his singing so he's not out of tempo/tune with them.

🫶 - Who is their best friend(s)?

His squad, his beloved! They're everything to him. And in the war, he was pretty close to their battalion medic, Tab, who looked out for all of them. Out of everyone... it's hard to tell who his favourite is. Blue or Fury, I think.

💫 - What are/were their plans for “after the War”?

Alas, he lost faith in surviving the war after he lost his hearing. Before that, though, he had all sorts of ideas about how he could help his squad adjust to civilian life! He was so sure that they could all make it! But he wasn't prepared for how much the galaxy changed while they were in stasis for thirty years, and he wasn't sure how to keep to those plans when they got their independence back. It all got itself worked out eventually.

🃏 - How good are they at sabacc and/or dejarik?

Hmmm. I think he's pretty decent at sabacc because at its heart it's just a numbers game. But he needs a player's guide to constantly consult through a game of dejarik because he can never remember all the different attributes of the pieces. At least he can always play against Racer, who doesn't know shit about dejarik and can't play at all.

[ritzcuit]

Shhhhh I'll send you the numbers!!!!!!

Give me 5, 6, 12, 13 and 18!

ANLKDNF AW... THANK YOU... 🥺

5; already answered!!! but i DID spend like, a lot of time mulling it over... i was a day one player so we had literally no info on any of the characters... when i made a second account (tht i abandoned,) i chose zenji because he's so cute and i love him <3

6; did your first ghoul stay as your favorite ghoul, or did you change your mind?

i chose sho as my first ghoul, and like... KIND OF? i definitely still like him but he's not at all what i expected him to be, and we don't see a lot of him anymore so 😭😭 ... i hope we get story focused on him again... i need to know wtf is up between him and leo so bad...

for what it's worth, if/when we get merch of the boys im 100% getting a sho plush or something LOL

12; what's your favorite character from each house?

frostheim; my favorite character is "specifically jin and tohma when they're talking to each other" vagastrom; sho i guess!!! i love alan dearly though! jabberwock; they're all really even to me, but i think haru wins out? sinostra; i guess i'd say romeo because he's so fucking funny LMFAO hotarubi; ZENJIIIIIII WWWAAAAAHHHHHH obscruary; RUIIII even though he's NOT my type of character at all. lyca is close second... that's puppy... mortkranken; omfg i cant choose theyre perfect :( i GUESS yuri is my favorite by just a little bit..he's so special...

13; what's your least favorite character from each house?

frostheim; jin when he's talking to the mc LMFAOOO EWWW I HATE HIS DADDY DOM VIBES SO MUCH 😭HE THINKS HES CHRISTIAN GREYNELKNDFKNGDF vagastrom; leo go die jabberwock; ren is so funny but also so annoying... it's an endearing annoying, but still andlkndfgd sinostra; taiga simply isn't my type of character unfortunately </3 hotarubi; i adore all of hotarubi but i guess subaru by process of elimination? sorry captain 😭 obscruary; again by process of elimination it has to be ed?! i wish they gave up on his flirty vampire-ness and completely committed to him being an old hag ipad baby.. alas mortkranken; my least favorite character in mortkranken is the other students who arent yuri and jiro. NERDS!!!!

18; which characters would you get along with the most?

GOOD QUESTION. no idea... i think sho, luca, haku, and subaru are normal enough that anyone would get along with them... me and lyca would be besties because i'm a furry and we'd draw together and iwuv him puppy :-) lyca lets make fursonas together rui is so special... i'd definitely hang out with him. he'd play flirt like "haha just kidding i can't because i'd KILL YOU" and i'd be like "haha just kidding i can't because i'm a LESBIAN" LMFAOO i'd want to hang with alan but probably couldn't cus i'd take his silence as him not liking me </3 and i don't think i'd have been close with zenji but loved him anyway. like oh yeah zenji everyone knows zenji! the weird guy we don't talk to! love zenji. that guys great

and i think everyone is like "wait you and ren aren't friends?? huh??" because we're identical in spirit and im like no ren had a media opinion i disagreed with so i blocked him in real life