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marvelouslizzie · 1 year ago

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Why Are You Doing This To Me?

summary: Your ex-boyfriend Bucky Barnes wrote two songs about (for) you and you don’t know what to do.

pairing: Ex!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: Angst, a past failed relationship, pettiness, jealousy, anger, a lot of emotions, no mention of y/n.

word count: 2.3K

A/N: I have been away for a while because I was busy learning another language aka Dutch. I still am but at least I am done with my big exam. As soon as I was done with it, I found myself writing again.

This is a random idea that just popped into my head while listening to music and taking a walk. Pure angst for some reason. Usually, I go for smutty ideas but bear with me.

>> indicates incoming messages and << indicates outgoing messages in this story.

Thank you @notafunkiller for proofreading and editing this so fast ❤️

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Keep reading tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.

>> Hey! I know you don’t want to hear anything about Bucky, but I think you should check these out. I think he wrote these songs for you.

Two links from Spotify follow the text you received from one of your best friends, and you stare for a while, trying to decide what to do. You really don’t want to hear his voice. Not because you don’t like his singing or his songs, but you wanted to get back on your feet. It would be impossible if you kept listening to his songs. Besides, hearing his voice has always softened you. And your best friend knows this. She knows a lot about your relationship, how everything went down, and how you two eventually broke up. If she didn't think you should listen to these songs, she wouldn't be sending you these links, right?

You take a deep breath and click on the first link. The song starts to play, and you notice the soft vibe right away. It’s not particularly Bucky’s style. He sounds like he’s in pain but he's singing with such clarity that surprises you.

He talks about how much he regrets the things he didn’t do when he was with you. How he misses you so much every day. How much he wants to call you, but he’s afraid that you won’t pick up the phone or worse, you will talk to him like a stranger. He says he always knew how precious you were, yet he took you for granted.

The lyrics flow flawlessly. It sounds like poetry to your ears. The way he expressed himself so beautifully… You can’t believe he wrote such a heartfelt song about you, and it’s not even his style. He’s a freaking rockstar. He usually writes about sex, rock and roll, and drugs. Not feelings. Then the song finally reaches the chorus and his words make you freeze.

“You are the love of my love.”

Did he really just say that? Did he just call you the love of his life? You feel this rush of emotions, and it’s hard to distinguish what you are actually feeling. It makes it harder to think, harder to focus on anything else other than the fact that this song is for you. That’s when you notice the name of the song. It’s the Love of My Life.

Suddenly, you start to feel angry. Every other emotion just takes a backseat. You hate him. So fucking much! Why is he always like this? Saying everything a little too late. Was it so hard for him to tell you this when you wanted to find just one reason to stay with him? You begged him to communicate with you maybe a million times. He always said it was not easy for him to put his feelings into words. Good or bad. It didn’t matter. He always struggled with his emotions. You tried your best. You tried to show him that he could trust you, that you would always be there for him, but it didn’t matter in the end. You felt like you were the only one trying to make this relationship work.

That’s when you decided to give up. It felt like he just didn’t care enough. He didn’t put any effort into changing things or making you feel like you weren’t just beating a dead horse.

You hoisted the white flag and moved on with your life. That’s when he decides to put whatever he feels into words. Instead of talking to you, he makes a song about it. Then he puts it out into the world.

What a fucking asshole!

It takes you a while to realize the song is over as the silence fills the room. As much as you hate how he chose to do this, the silence disturbs you. It might be a little too late, but you still want to hear what he has to say. Your own rules about not listening to any of his songs instantly go out the window.

You open the messaging app and click on the second link. This one sounds a little bit more like his usual style. The name of the song though, instantly catches your attention this time. It’s one of the nicknames he used often for you.

He starts the song by saying that he knows how selfish he is. That he has no right to feel this way, but he just saw you with someone else and he hated how it made him feel. He talks about how jealous he is. How he can’t help but imagine you in that guy’s arms. Then he realized you might call him baby, just like you used to call him. Then he continues by begging you not to call him baby, how he wants you to save that pet name for him even though he’s not in your life anymore.

There are so many details throughout the song that indicate he’s talking about you, there is no mistaking. He calls you by your nickname, saying how he loves the way you talk passionately about your interests, how compassionate you are, and how much effort you put into maintaining your relationship but he was too stupid and pathetic to appreciate them.

Every word that comes out of his mouth makes you even angrier. How dare he? How dare he write a song like this for you? After everything you have been through, after all the effort you put into your relationship, after every heartbreak… He realizes how much he values you just because he saw you with someone else.

Selfish bastard!

He has no right to put these words out there. He has no right to feel jealous. You are not his anymore. You can call someone else baby if that’s what you want. How dare he try to dictate to you like this? It makes you wanna call someone up and go out on another date and call him baby, just in spite.

The problem is, it’s just your stubborn nature talking. Before this song, you didn’t even think about calling someone else baby. You didn’t feel like it. Subconsciously, you were reserving that pet name for him. And that fucker knew it. He just knew it!

You exhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. The song is over, but you can still hear him singing in your head. The song is so beautiful. Petty but so fucking beautiful. He sounds like he poured his heart out without caring how vulnerable it makes him look.

Another deep breath, you try to understand which date he is talking about. You have been on a couple of dates since you two broke up. You were so dedicated to moving on. You didn’t care if it would hurt him. Because he didn’t care about how much he hurt you all those times you tried your hardest to make things work. So you went out with a couple of gentlemen. Some of them were decent, and some of them were downright horrible. Dating is just as tedious as you remembered. A lot of assholes out there who don’t care who they are hurting. You didn’t get hurt, though. You didn't care enough about any of them to give them the power to hurt you.

Then it finally hits you. He’s talking about your date with that motherfucking movie star! That one was big news for a while. You got photographed two, maybe three times together.

You really looked like you were having fun in those photos. Truthfully, you were, he was such a funny guy. He knew how to make fun of himself. You were just so tired of pretentious asses. It was refreshing. That’s why you said yes to a second and a third date. Then he was off to a European country to shoot his next movie. You had a fun and it was more than enough for you.

You precisely remember that tabloids started to talk about how perfect you two were for each other. God, that must have gotten under his skin. You can’t help but laugh. He’s so predictable. He just couldn’t bear to see you with someone else, but can you blame him?

You remember seeing something similar about him, but in that case, he wasn’t on a date with the girl. They were just working together for some lame-ass project he would normally despise. Maybe he was trying to keep himself busy, who knows? You remember so vividly how she was looking at him like she wanted to eat him up. As if that wasn’t enough, she kept praising him, calling him the best rockstar of the century just to get in his pants. You have no idea if it worked or not, but it was enough to make you feel jealous. So can you blame him for feeling the same?

It just makes you realize you want to listen to those songs again. It’s maybe too little too late but you still want to hear him. You wanted him to talk about his feelings for such a long time and he’s finally doing it. Through a song but still, he’s doing it. It isn’t exactly communicating because communication must be two-sided, right? That’s what was missing in your relationship. You were talking, pleading, trying while he was keeping everything in. You feel like the roles are reversed. Now he’s the one talking, pleading, and trying, and you just don’t know what to do. How the tables have turned.

The second time around, you notice other details you missed the first time. Like peaceful walks you took together whenever you had the time or how you always used fake names when you two traveled together. You can’t help but miss those days. Even though you had problems, being with him always felt so safe and peaceful. You have no idea how he managed to make you feel that way. Maybe that’s why it took you so long to end the relationship. You still miss the way you felt back then. As if you two could overcome anything together, yet you couldn’t. Because you didn’t work together. You were alone, struggling to make him talk.

Then he talks about how he still speaks to your friends, and that makes him miss you even more. That part surprises you because none of your friends mentioned that they were still seeing Bucky. Is that because you didn’t let them ever talk about him? You feared if you let yourself talk or think about him, you would go back to the point zero.

He ends the song saying he doesn't want you to be a distant memory, and this sticks with you. Do you want him to be a distant memory?

The second time you listen, you notice how desperate he sounds. The way he pleads doesn’t anger you anymore. You find something you feel in his words. Your own fears, your own selfishness and oh, how much you miss him. You didn’t let yourself admit that you miss him. You thought acting like he never existed, he was never a part of your life would make everything easier and it did. Just for a while. Lately, it was just a burden. You tried so hard to keep everything inside. Just like he did. You are still trying to do it… to act logically, not emotionally. Does it mean you are making the same mistake he did? Shutting yourself down, not talking about your feelings. Is it the solution or is it a part of the mistake? You can’t tell anymore. You just know that your heart is aching. The sound of his voice makes you want to cry.

God, you hate him so much!

How could he do this to you after all this time?

Is it that easy to get under your skin or was he always there?

You feel like you are about to explode because of all the emotions you are going through. On one hand, Bucky communicating with you is everything you wanted. On the other hand, isn’t it too late? And why did he write not one but two songs about you? Declaring his love to the world…

You repeat that last bit in your head. He’s declaring his love to the world.

He’s no longer afraid to talk about his emotions. He wants you to hear them, millions of other people are just the bonus. He’s not afraid to show how fucking miserable he feels. He just wants you back.

He’s doing his bit in communicating, but unless you don’t do something about it, it won’t matter. It will be another attempt in vain. You aren’t sure if you want to repeat the same pattern. You notice the song is over when your phone chimes. It’s your best friend again.

>> Did you listen?

<< Yeah.

>> How are you feeling?

<< Confused.

<< Are you still talking to him?

>> Yeah we all are.

<< Why didn’t you tell me that?

>> You said you didn’t wanna hear anything about him and we just respected your decision.

Just like you thought. You can’t blame them. Anytime someone mentioned anything remotely related to Bucky, you either changed the subject or found a reason to leave. So you can’t help but wonder…

<< How is he doing?

>> Not great. He misses you.

<< I miss him too.

>> Are you gonna call him?

You look at the message for a long minute. Are you gonna call him? That’s the question. Maybe you should. Maybe you shouldn’t. Both of the options sound equally wrong. You have no idea what to do.

<< I don’t know what to do.

>> Just give him a call. He’s the love of your life.

You have no idea how long you have looked at that text. Maybe for a couple of minutes, maybe for an hour.

He’s the love of your life.

He’s a bastard, but he really is the love of your life.

And you are the love of his life.

Where do you go from here? You look at your phone once again. You finally know what to do.

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devilander · 6 months ago

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hi! i'm jojo (she/they), in my 20s, write fanfics, metas and make edits/gifs, focused mostly on homelander!

at this moment, my requests are open only for gifs and edits! i welcome, beyond homelander, starlight, soldier boy, billy butcher, maevelight and starlander requests, be it edits, metas, fics or gifs.

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ashknife · 2 years ago

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I see posts every now and then talking about how library books and electronic resources are free, so get a card and start using them.

Well, no. They aren't free. You've been paying for them, albeit indirectly.

I've been working in an academic library since 2002, first as a student assistant, then since 2006 as a full-time paraprofessional. I work in serials and handle tasks like managing proxy servers and developing web pages so people can get to our electronic resources. In May 2024, a little over a year from now, I will be receiving a Master of Science in Information Science, which will let me bear the title of librarian. I've seen a lot of price tags not thrown out to the public eye.

Services like Kanopy, Libby, and Flipster are great in that they deliver a ton of content to library patrons so long as they have a library card or other official means of identifying themselves as a patron of the subscribing library. For many public libraries, that would be the library card. For a lot of academic libraries, it is usually tied to a school email or a student ID number. However, they are subscriptions. They cost the subscribing library a lot of money. For my library, which serves a population of a couple thousand students, staff, and faculty, these services would cost us $20k-$40k per year each. For larger libraries and consortiums, the cost is even greater. The state of Texas has a statewide library collective that provides a suite of research databases. Each member library chips in a small amount. Taken all together, the suite costs tens of millions of dollars per year.

These subscriptions are a steal, but they are not free. A great deal you can't afford is still something you can't buy. Not every library can afford Kanopy. My library cannot. The public library down the street from me cannot. The larger libraries a few counties over can. Public libraries receive money from the local and state governments, and those funds are supplied from property, income, and sales taxes. Public academic libraries receive state funding and money from tuition and fees; private academic libraries receive money from tuition and fees. The larger the school, or the larger the city, the larger the budget.

In a time when budgets are shrinking and prices are going up, the money you and your peers indirectly supply to your library may someday not be enough, and those services you enjoy can go away. Do you like Kanopy? Use it. Do you like Flipster? Use it. Do you like your JSTOR or EBSCO access? Use them. When libraries have to make cuts, they prioritize things that are not used to cut first. It's great that these things are provided to you with no upfront fee, but you are still paying for them. Use what you're paying for so that libraries know what is worth keeping. Not only that, advocate to your city and state representatives to adequately fund these institutions.

#librarian discourse

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cherry-pop-elf · 10 months ago

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Chubby George Weasley 🧡 Headcanons

Because Fuck You, I Wanna!

The weight didn’t exactly start, until the shop had been open for a while. They were put into a position of a very stable income, and didn’t have to worry about food anymore. Along with breaking some habits, such as eating less so Ron and Gin could eat more

Was more so actually healthy weight, compared to being bean pole thin all the time. Still was over all slender, as they did a bunch of Manuel labor and hands on work, just didn’t look like they’ll pass out if you don’t keep their blood sugar high enough

After the war? Yeah, he had to fight depression somehow. Baking was what soothed him, and he was also needing to keep the shop steady for a while. Until Ron came to help, of course

You still couldn’t tell he gained some extra pounds, given his attire slime him greatly, but he’s got that soft chub. That sweet dad belly pillow that every kid gets in their childhood, that makes it the perfect spot for naps

It more so went into his stomach, thigh area. Due to beating a beater, he had a lot of muscle to work with. As we know, muscle is still excess. So when it’s relaxed, it’s all soft and squishy. So he has a rather evened out chubbibess, which is why it’s hard to notice when he’s in his work attire

He is so cuddly, and makes for the best napping partner. Always smelling sweet from the shop, with that good bear hug squeeze. Given there is still muscle under the squish after all

He’s rather self conscious of going soft, but this man deserves to not stress about it. He’s healthy, he survived a war, he built an empire, grew up poor where food was always scare to begin with, lost his ear which made him partially deaf, and lost his twin. He’s allowed to finally have some stress off his shoulders

The children definitely love that he’s not stuck thin anymore. They can just run up, to their favorite shop owner, and get the best hugs EVER. Big squishy hugs, and the comfort of his warm personality

Because he went back deeper into baking, from the stress of the second war, you know he’s somehow mastered being a master at baking. You know you can count on him for the best desserts and sweets you could ever dream of

He is shy about his belly, but the kids certainly help him with it. It’s a dad bod. He deserves it. Stretch marks and all. The kids love hugging him, and it’s nice to no longer have to be so stressed on his appearance. The community utterly adores him, and will protect him as much as he protects them

Anyone who says anything honestly might get attacked by his employees before he even says a word. He makes sure his employees are provided for. Dental even! Bet your ass he’s the community dad, of Diagon alley

Freckled. Belly. Need I say more? Freckles, scars, tattoos, and a sweet little happy trail

The best hugs, the best sweets, the warmest soul. What more could anyone want?

Please tag me in any Chubby Georgie Art/Fanfics/Whatever pls!

((Yes this kinda stemmed from the fact it’s very hard to lose weight because of my health issues and I’m projecting, but also chubby Georgie hugs))

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months ago

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LA!Series Part One: Relax - Manny x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx @darqchilddaydreamz @theesirenteller @wnbweasley @bonni-98 @skyesthebomb @delightfulbelieverwerewolf @redpool @trublu2u @fleureeee @yezzyyae @jeybae @thiashazzywriting @lauraaan182 @hatersaremymotivators @fanfic-n-tabulous @ravennaortiz @just-a-throw-away @yousigned-upforthis

LakeTahoe!Series:

Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Your life changes when you meet Manny at Black Bear Lodge.

Part Two: Something Special (NSFW) - Manny gives you a night like no other.

Part Three: Goodbye - You and Manny say goodbye after spending the weekend together.

Postcards: Manny recieves a surprise in the mail.

It’s over a four-hour ride to L.A. Manny’s arranged to stay a couple of days with you before he needs to be in Santo Padre to discuss the pipeline deal with Bishop. It’s become clearer over the past few weeks that Canche has been subsidising his income with club funds. They’re missing a massive portion of cash and that means they can’t buy into the pipeline.

On the drive up he starts to think of it as a blessing in disguise because it allows him to think outside the box, to consider other options. He wants more for Yuma, he wants better, safer options for his brothers, ones that won’t result in prison or a bullet. Santo Padre has been heading that way for a while, they have links to the community, they work with legitimate businesses, their income is clean and constant. Manny wants to emulate that.

He’s exhausted by the time he makes it to your suite; he uses the key you’ve left for him down at reception. It’s a little past ten pm and the day has taken its toll on him. He’s been up since six getting Melina ready for school and dealing with club business, all he wants is to sooth his aching muscles in a red-hot bath.

The lights are dimmed when he steps inside. He removes his boots by the door before padding quietly into the bedroom. They’ve gone all out this time; he thinks as he pauses for a second surveying the view from the window. In the distance he can see the San Gabriel Mountains silhouetted against the night sky.

Everything about this room screams indulgence, the well-made luxury furniture, the dark wood floors, the gourmet snacks in the minibar. It piques his curiosity because he knows you’re getting by on a freelancer’s wage, and he can’t imagine that any magazine would put you up in a place like this, no matter how good your work is.

He finds you in the bathroom, soaking in a tub that large enough to fit another two people inside. You have a glass of whiskey in your hand, classical music serenading you from the Bluetooth speaker in the mirror. You watch as he undresses, his dark eyes fastening on yours as his clothes fall into an untidy pile at his feet. You shift forward and he slips in behind you, the water raising over his weary bones. He exhales at the sensation, sinking low. You lean back against this chest, placing the whisky glass in his hand and he sighs because as relaxed as he is right now, he can’t shake that niggling feeling that this is all to good to be true. He lips brush over your temple, his cheek coming to rest upon your hair as he says.

“I need you to tell me why we’re here tonight because I know that neither of us can afford a suite with a mountain view.”

“It’s comped.” You tell him, tilting your head up so you can meet his gaze.

“Not by your magazine.” He murmurs, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw. “These rooms cost nearly two grand a night.”

“No.” You whisper as his lips brush over yours. “A private collector wants to buy my photographs, they’re exhibiting at the Hive Gallery tomorrow, this trip is his way of wooing me.”

“Will you sell?” Manny asks and he feels you smile against his mouth.

“I’m donating them to Arts+Practice, they have a lot of great art programmes for kids in the foster system.” You tell him as he graces your skin with a featherlight kiss. “He thinks he has four days to chance my mind.”

He grins because you, you are just full of surprises.

“I’m sleeping with a hustler.” He murmurs before he kisses you properly.

There’s a softness in it, a tenderness that he reserves only for you. You sigh at the sensation and it’s a noise of contentment, one that he feels in the very depths of his soul because now he knows the truth he can actually relax. He tips his head back and closes his eyes, the water washing over him as the fatigue overtakes him.

“I’m tired tonight.” He tells you, his voice drowsy as your head comes to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Me too.” You mumble. “All that travelling is starting to catch up with me.”

It changes things. If this was supposed to be about sex you would have kicked him out by now or at least made a move, but you haven’t. It means you’re as comfortable with this shift as he is. This thing between you it was always more, this is just your way of acknowledging it. He knows guys who would drive almost three hundred miles for pussy but there’s not many who would do it just to spend the night sleeping next to their lover.

That’s how the evening ends, you and him curled up in a bed that costs more than your annual salary, his face buried in the curve of your throat as he holds you close.

It’s the best night’s sleep he’s had in a long time.

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embracing-the-ineffable · 10 months ago

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Twenty Questions

Thanks for the tags, @eybefioro, @goodoldfashionednightingale, and @hoarder-of-dragons! I picked my favorites from the posts you tagged me on, and added a few more of my own:

Currently consuming: Good Omens everything

Currently consuming: Good Omens everything (it's worth repeating!)

First ship: I'm not sure. I think I was introduced to the concept of ships through Thomas Sanders' Sanders Sides

Do you have kids? Yes, birth and foster 🥰

What sports do you play/have you played? Dance, horseback riding, and martial arts

Are you more likely to be sincere or sarcastic? Sincere

How many tabs are open on your browser? Over 3,000, because Session Buddy doesn't work on mobile yet 😅

What's your favourite colour? There's no way I can choose! I love the play of different colors with one another. I tend to wear a lot of purple, burgundy, and teal jewel tones, especially in the autumn and winter.

Favorite drink: Hot cocoa with marshmallows and herbal tea for the winter

Last movie: Nothing Lasts Forever and Pride and Prejudice (Those of you as obsessed with Good Omens as I am might recognize a theme here 🤩 )

Scary movies or happy endings? Feel good media with happy endings, please! The world is already full of too many sad and awful things.

When was the last time you cried? I don't remember, but it was probably induced by sleep deprivation and stress. Or really big feelings.

Any talents? Photography! And I love to nurture things. Sometimes that means cooking for loved ones, or growing a jungle of plants in my living room, or organizing gatherings for an extended circle of friends and chosen family

Talent you wish you had? Drawing

What are your hobbies? Right now, the only honest answer is Good Omens 😅

Do you have any pets? Yes! I've shared my life with a whole zoo full of cats, dogs, fish, and reptiles, including an adventure cat, a part-bear part-muppet therapy dog, and a tegu lizard that I trained to walk on a leash and harness.

Super power you wish you had? Reading minds

Dream job? I don't know! I've had so many, and they've all been valuable stepping stones on the path of my life. The jobs where I get to teach and help people - especially kids - are my favorites.

Dream vacation? Seeing the northern lights in person is high on my list. Also, a wildlife photo safari in Africa.

How would you change the world if you could? (Or, what are you passionate about?) I would teach everyone the skills of DBT (helpful for absolutely everyone who has ever had a strong feeling or a connection to another person) and then I would give everyone universal healthcare and a universal basic income with an aim to eliminating poverty, especially among children, plus all the other long term benefits that would stem from that. (Read more from WaPo about UBI here if you're interested.)

Currently working on: Solving the ineffable mystery with the lovely people at the @ineffable-detective-agency, and finishing a new fanfic for the Good Omens Minisode Minibang. Hopefully I'll be ready to post that later this weekend!

No-pressure tags for a few mutuals who might be into tag games, and an open invitation to everyone else!

@gallup24 @averywiseanimatedcat @procrastiel @commonmexicanname @crowleybrekkers @stumblingoverchaos @dunkthebiscuit @red-sky-in-mourning @im-not-a-virgo-im-a-lesbo @tragic-cosmic-magic @crowleybrekkers @lil-king-trash-mouth @celticseawych @phoen1xr0se @lemonic-whimssyy @ineffably-poetic @red-sky-in-mourning @weasleywrinkles

#twenty questions #tag game

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dr-demi-bee · 6 months ago

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Hello hello! Can I ask your wedding tag for 4 & 16? ♡♡

Ahhh!! Thank you friend! I *adored* thinking about this 🥰🥰🥰 Incoming lore dump :D I think a lot about what the culture of Miri's pack in the High Forest would be like as wild lythari elves with little contact with outsiders. Lythari, I imagine, don't necessarily have 'weddings' as we consider it. As a small tribal people, the grand, opulent ceremonies we think of for weddings likely wouldn't make sense. It would, however, make sense to celebrate the pack growing - either by gaining a new member or by the potential for cubs to be sired (most lythari are *born*, rather than turned).

What Forgotten Realms lore does confirm (across all resources) about lythari is that they have a sacred mating ritual wherein a consenting non-lythari partner (if an elf) is bitten by their lythari partner and the lycanthropy is passed to them. (It only works for elves, so no werewolf Gale, sorry).

The lore suggests that the partner also gains a permanent mark that resembles a wolf bite. So I like to imagine that lythari pairs would still bite one another to gift this mark and signify their mating bond (like a wedding ring)! As Halsin says, “The wolf mates for life. The bear, however, roams free.” This all leads me to believe that lythari are known (at least by wood elves from the HF) to be monogamous, and this mark would signify their permanent bond to their partner. I imagine the pack holds a celebration of the couple bonding - and that the *mating ritual* itself is quite an affair for the pair (a la the wedding night/honeymoon wink wink). So for this answer, *pre-ceremony* is what precedes the mating ritual portion. All this to say:

I imagine that Miri and Gale would have two different 'weddings'. One more traditional, in Waterdhavian style, for Gale and the Dekarios clan. The other, a sacred mating bond ritual, for Miri and the Adahlen'i lythari. (fun fact, Adahlen'i is based on the Dalish 'adahlen', for 'forest', and an -i suffix, after Latin, to mean 'of the'.)

Anywho- On to the answers! :)

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4. Pre-Ceremony Events - Are there any special events, ceremonies, rituals, or preparations the couple must do before the wedding day? Ritual cleansing, asking a parent for the character's hand, mehndi/henna painting, little pre-ceremony games or challenges, etc?

Gale's traditional wedding: This stuff has been tumbling around my brain for ages - and instead of blithering on about usual wedding pre-ceremony traditions like a rehearsal dinner or not seeing each other before hand... I want to talk about rings. There is a canon Waterdeep tradition (shared here) where each person will have a ring crafted, which will then be split in half and fused together to make a matching pair of 'union' rings to be worn on the middle finger. These rings are worn around the neck until the wedding ceremony when they are exchanged. So I have been obsessed with the idea that Miri and Gale would both get rings crafted to match one another's eyes (you know, like those cute af trends of couples making matching bracelets or getting matching nail polish). Wearing their respective bands around their neck would become a symbol of the other's loving gaze. And then once they are split and fused, they would each have a ring to remind one another of the profound tenderness and love they see in one another's eyes. (excuse me I'm not crying, you are) For Miri - I think she would choose something like this, a dark metal inlaid with a beautiful wood like mahogany that shines with rich shades of brown and changes in the sun. Maybe with an added stone that looks like the aurora from when they first confessed. Extra points if she retrieved the wood herself from somewhere special.

For Gale - Ohhh, our grand gesture beloved. Gale would go out of his way to find the exact perfect gemstone or metal to match the greens of Miri's eyes. He would put hours into researching the quality of the stone and how to find the best one and the best quality, that would have the right durability for Miri's rough and tumble lifestyle. And it would have to be the perfect color because he would be staring absent mindedly at his own ring so often he would know whether it was right or not. And it would have to be significant somehow, and on and on... And no silver, of course. I picture something like jade or malachite (emeralds are way too soft).

Miri's lythari mating ritual: This celebration would be smaller, more intimate (but no less raucous). The ceremony would be held in the High Forest, near where Miri was born (a way of symbolizing the circle of life in Nature).

I imagine the celebration would include an exchanging of vows by the to-be-bonded pair. A commitment before the pack and their goddess, Mielikki. (Cute shit like "You are my mate - I am bonded to you for eternity, and I shall never leave your side. I shall love you, guard you, and keep you, for all of your days. Our bond is sacred, and I shall worship and praise you through this life, and into the afterlife.") Pack members receive their tattoos as a sacred coming-of-age ritual - and I like to imagine that a non-lythari partner is painted with a temporary version of their mate-to-be's tattoos prior to the ceremony. Perhaps by a trusted loved one, or by their beloved. From there the celebration would be very typical of most cultures - food, drink, song, and dance. Revelry for hours. Perhaps there is a hunt before hand to ensure there is plentiful meat, and there are bottles of pack-brewed wines and meads and ciders flowing freely into the evening.

At some point during the revelry the pair themselves will quietly slip away from the gathering - Miri will take Gale to some secluded space she used to hold dear - and then they will begin their mating ritual in earnest. ;) The revelry, meanwhile, continues until the wee hours - celebrating the couple coming together (and maybe the chance for cubs- someday.)

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16. Wedding Party - Are there bridesmaids, groomsmen, attendants, special witnesses? Are they dressed a certain way or positioned in a special spot? In both cases: I imagine they would invite all of their friends - the near and dear companions able to make it (perhaps with some assistance from Withers, a la the epilogue party). And you can bet Miri would find a way to involve their fuzzier companions, too - Tara, Lupus, Corvus, Scratch, even their Owlbear. Gale's traditional wedding: I am a big ol' sentimental softie and I cannot picture these two blorbos getting married without having their companions serving as their wedding party. Standing beside them as they declare their love in front of officiant, guests, and pantheon. Groomsmen: Astarion, Wyll, Halsin. Bridesmaids: Karlach, Lae'zel, Shadowheart. Officiant: Either Jaheira, Withers, or perhaps another. But I expect it would probably be a secular at least agnostic ceremony. Scratch and Lupus can be flower-girl equivalents. Corvus can fly in the rings. Gale implies a few times throughout the game that he was part of Waterdeep's high society (attending soirees, owning a tower in the city) - undoubtedly true, as he was an archmage. So I imagine, given Waterdeep nobles are considered 'heavy handed spenders', that their traditional wedding would be a bit on the *larger*, more lavish side. As such the dress code would be at minimum semi-formal, if not formal outright - the wedding party would be dressed accordingly. (See any number of excruciatingly beautiful clothing mods people have created for examples of appropriate shiny silks, fancy embroideries, opulent colors and divine tailoring...)

Miri's lythari mating ritual: For this smaller ceremony, I do not think there would be a bridal party, per say. But I do think they would want their companions to be there to bear witness and to celebrate with them. Everything in the High Forest is centered around survival, and thus practicality is the name of the game for attire. Lythari do not wear fine fabrics and prefer their own hand-crafted leathers and furs, accessorized with feathers and beautiful hand carved bone and stone pieces. I would expect anyone participating to dress similarly - and to be barefoot. I could see a tribal ceremony including an exchanging of vows, perhaps beneath an ancient tree to bear sacred witness. Furthermore, there are several other sacred rituals in Miri's pack specifically that involve clerics of Mielikki, if not Mielikki herself. So I imagine a cleric would be present to bless their union. I would not be surprised if Miri would ask Halsin if he would participate somehow as a former archdruid and servant of Silvanus.

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fastcardotmp3 · 1 year ago

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tagged by my adored alex @gothbat99 to do a little self-love moment 🥹💛

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✨someone else's favorite song - 120k | rated E - I swing wildly on the pendulum between loving this fic for all that it is and wanting desperately to Fix It, but lately I've felt a lot of pride in this thing, warts and all. I went into this one thinking I was the extent of the audience for it and let the stream of consciousness muscle pull it out of me without much forethought, but ended up finding so much connection to the people reading it who felt seen or understood in some way in their own grieving processes. No matter where I am on the pendulum of feelings about this story, I am never not grateful that my own little catharsis has been able to create a sort of 'not aloneness' every time someone is kind and courageous enough to share their own stories with me in the comments 💛

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noblelightfighter · 2 months ago

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A Bad Batch Fanfiction

Plot: The Batch has to navigate with their estranged brother and his ideology of the Galactic Empire after Tapoca City was destroyed, while helping a few seemingly hidden Jedi and their dragon friend rid a planet of a pirate that has taken over a small colony of refugees that fled from the Empire. The Jedi have a plan to get rid of the pirate and his gang, but it involves putting on a performance of singing and dancing, and they have the Batch perform along with them, much the guys embarrassment.

Warnings: hurt, comfort, sibling fighting, canon violence, mentions of blood, gore, death, and injuries, some mention of religion, some flirting, sibling affection, family bonding, in later chapters there will be mentions of abuse(those will have warnings in the beginning of the chapter and in tags(to the best of my ability)), and lots of singing. The boys will be singing.

Word count: 3,460

Chapter 7: Drakear Incoming!

“Move over!” Grunted Wrecker.

“Stop shoving me!” Echo angrily whispered back.

“Will you two be quiet?!” Crosshair hissed.

“At this rate the Drakears will definitely find us.” Commented Tech listlessly as he scrolled on his datapad.

Tore had led the Bad batch into an underground cave under a large tree, and it was cramped to say the least for the five men, only Hunter was still knocked out. They had to leave their equipment outside of the cave with Gonky and with Tore keeping watch in the trees. Tech had lent him Hunter's comm device so that he could tell them when the coast was clear, but the roaring and grunting of the beasts only grew louder, so he remained silent. Tech wasn't at all pleased with their current situation, nor with the loss of his ship that did indeed erupt in flames. It was a heartbreaking sight to see as all his hard work of purposeful, specific, dedicated modifications to the Havoc Marauder go up in smoke causing them all to stop in their tracks to look back at their home. He almost started to go back to the ship if it wasn't for Tore stopping him with a “Not now mate. Wait for Infersel to come back,” and didn't elaborate further. He only led them deeper into the forest until they came to one of the larger specimens of trees and guided them to a hole in the roots and down they dropped into the cave with Hunter carefully lowered down with Tore's help.

And now they sat there quietly cramped, angry, and of course with Wrecker, hungry, while the Drakears marched overhead looking for them. Tech sniffed as he worked on his data pad, picking up the different earthy tones of root, moss, and mud, along with the bodily smells of five unwashed men while looking up everything he could about the creatures in an effort to help Tore. A drakear’s sense of smell was sixty times stronger than that of a humans, they traveled in packs with the King leading the way so that it could make the attack first, followed by his queens who would finish the job, while his cubs would watch and learn. Tech sniffed again and realized that even though they were in a hole, the Drakears could still find them based on their smell. The smell of five sweaty men who haven't showered that week yet. His leg started to shake. That was troubling. The drakears could dig them out if they wanted, or just shoot fire down into the hole and burn them alive. Their odds of surviving were growing slimmer and slimmer.

Tore tried to mask their smell with a scent bomb he had made, but the men's sweat was very potent and could still unfortunately be tracked. When did they all shower last? Tore thought as he jumped to another tree branch. Nara is not going to like this. He laughed inside as he could see her reaction to their horrendous smell. Another roar sounded and he gazed to his left and he could see the lumbering forms of the dragon bears, walking steadily in his direction. Tore’s hand dropped slowly to his knife at his waist, gripping it and letting go in anticipation. Let's see, who is the king in this pack? He studied the group of Drakears and quickly counted thirty of them. Oh. Oh no. His eyes grew wide. There were two large Drakears Kings whose horns looked like large crowns on their heads, and they were surrounded by ten adult females, six near adult male and female Drakears, and twelve cubs. This was a familiar hunting party, and they have changed up their attack pattern.

Tore commed the men and said, “We have thirty Drakears incomin. Don't move from your spot or you will die.”

“Thirty?” Tech replied quietly. “That's highly unusual behavior of Drakears. How many kings are there?”

“Two.” Tore replied. “It's two parties in one group.”

“They may have been attracted to the noise of the ship crashing and are now searching for it's occupants, meaning us, to devour.”

Tore jumped to another tree and readied another scent bomb. “Right you are mate. They have unfortunately gotten used to findin people in wrecked ships.”

“I wonder why that is?” Crosshair rolled his eyes in the dark of the hole.

Oh Nara is going to hate you! Tore smirked at the remark. “Well, when you have people comin after you and you shoot down their ships often enough, the beasts tend to learn that there is meat in that metal.” He threw down the bomb and it exploded in front of the pack, causing the cubs to blindly run in different directions. The smell was an irritant to the beasts and it quickly wafted through the rest of the pack as the wind seemed to blow in his favor. The older drakears began to sneeze out sparks and scratch their faces to get rid of the smell and also started to scatter a bit, roaring and growling in discomfort. Though one of the kings seemed to have seen this trick before and stood up on his hind legs to get a better view of the tree tops and saw Tore, who saw the claw marks on his underside from Infersel. Yep. This group of beasts knew who Tore was. The Drakear’s eyes narrowed and roared in anger. “I knew it!” Tore said before hopping away to another tree as fire exploded forth from the maw of the Drakear king. He didn't stay in that tree long as the other king followed suit and set the new one on fire. To another tree he jumped, and some of the queens saw what was happening and rushed at the tree he was in and slammed into it, knocking it down but missed seeing Tore jumping to a new tree, only for the first king to shoot more fire. Thus Tore was leading the drakears away from the men. But not all of them. One party was going back to following the trail of smell. “Those sons of sea monsters!” Tore said under his breath. “They're really that smart!” He pulled out his borrowed comm. “Guys, heads up. About fifteen are headed your way.”

“Thank you for the heads up.” Echo replied. “But aren't their scales blaster proof?”

Tore jumped to another tree as his other one caught fire. “Aim for their mouths when they're about to breathe fire. Or throw a bomb in.”

“Is that a reference to-” Echo started.

“Hey it works!” Tore cut him off. “If you take the king down the rest will scatter to regroup.”

“Before we move,” Tech butted in. “I would like to inform you that there is a third group of Drakears headed our way from the north.”

“Lovely.” Tore frowned as he jumped to another tree. “Then climb up the tree. It's hollow and there is a ladder on the inside.”

“Oh great!” Wrecker groaned.

Tore laughed as he recognized that tone. “Afraid of heights, ey?”

“No!” Wrecker lied. “It's the falling that scares me!”

Tore reached out to his partner as he jumped to another tree. “Nara! I could use some help here!”

“How many packs?” She asked.

“Three and they're splitting up. One after me and one after the men and another from a different direction.”

“Understood.” She dropped their connection and spoke out loud to the dragon, “We need to hurry! There are three packs of Drakears!”

Three packs? Omega thought. “Are they in trouble?!”

Inferno grinned. “Barely a challenge! HOLD ON!” Nara quickly took hold of Omega as Inferno quickly dropped his arms in order to cage them in his clawed hands and raced off towards the men.

Omega couldn't hear anything as the wind was blasting into her ears, and she couldn't see anything as Inferno's hands kept her pinned against himself. She turned to the woman who looked calm yet ready for action. She saw Omega staring at her and smiled encouragingly.

“Don't worry. We'll be there in time.”

Another wave of fire was shooting up at Tore as he jumped to yet another tree and paused briefly to catch his breath. Vines spine they're out for blood! He tried to jump again but the tree cracked before Tore could move and he was flung forward into the blaze. He used the Force to shield himself as he fell, only to see that he was falling into the middle of the pack where the king was. His grin grew as he flipped himself back up then pulled out his small knife. Down on the snout he landed, and using the Force to keep the fire from escaping the drakear’s mouth, he stabbed the beast in the mouth, releasing the venom inside the shaft into the blood of the king. Tore jumped off him and into another tree before the king fell over in a heap and laid still. “Should've learned from last time mate! WHOA!” Tore was bounced out of the new tree by a young drakear from behind it and he was flung back into the pack. They didn't scatter when the king fell. They were definitely out for blood.

Crosshair and Echo had already climbed up the ladder in the tree and had taken up positions to start firing at the beasts, leaving Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker behind. “Must we climb up the tree?” Wrecker whined. Of course their hiding place was a cramped cave, of course they had to climb the biggest tree in the area, of course he had to carry a limp brother (not that he mind, it was just the circumstances he found himself in) and of course, to make it all worse, he was hungry. He really hated this idea. All he wanted to do was fight pirates and eat Drakear meat. Was that too much to ask for?

“Yes, unless you want to die an unfortunate death of being incinerated by the drakears in an underground alcove.” Tech sounded a little more perturbed than normal of Wrecker's complaining, though Wrecker guessed it was because of the ship. “Then I suggest you start the ascension with Hunter in tow!” He pointed up the ladder.

Wrecker groaned out another complaint, thinking whether or not he would take his chances with the dragon bears when one started to dig right above them. “Move!” He shoved past Tech and scrambled up the ladder one handed as quickly as he could, though a little too rough for Hunter's sake, whose head was knocked against the wall of the tree and the pain awakened him from his induced nap.

“Oi! Wrecker!” He hissed as he rubbed his head. “Careful now!”

“Ah! Good! You're awake in time to help fend off the drakears.” Tech said just behind Wrecker on the ladder.

“The what?” Hunter asked as he looked around to figure out where he was. He heard roaring right outside of wherever he was and then something that sounded like blaster fire.

“Thankfully Crosshair and Echo are making good use of their height advantage.” Tech commented. “To quickly catch you up on current events-”

“We're inside a tree hiding from the Drakears and Tore is fighting them right now.” Wrecker interrupted.

Tore? Drakears? Hunter rubbed his head again. Something felt off and he couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was the start of a concussion from Wrecker knocking his head against the tree.

“I was getting to that Wrecker!” Tech snapped.

“Not quick enough!” Wrecker snapped back as they reached the opening on top of the tree. Hunter scrambled onto the branch and would have fallen off if Wrecker wasn't behind him to catch him. And Wrecker groaned in discomfort. “I hate heights!”

“Look who's back from the dead.” Crosshair drolled as he took a shot at a Drakear in the mouth, causing its neck to explode. Gross.

“That was a quick power nap!” Echo helped Hunter up. “You ready to shoot up some drakears?”

“I think Wrecker hit my head harder than he intended.” Hunter began as he took out his weapon. He looked down and saw the beasts digging up the cave and sniffing their equipment and Gonky. “What happened again?” He looked around and noticed that they were down a person. His panic started back up. “Where's Omega?!”

“Looks like the supplement that Tore had you ingest not only brought your senses down to a tolerable level, but it also wiped your memory.” Tech surmised.

“That doesn't answer my question Tech!” Hunter shot back at his brother. Fire was shot up at them from a young drakear and they could feel the scalding heat from their vantage point, but the flames couldn't reach them. Yet. The flames started to consume the lower branches blocking any way for them to descend on the outside, and the wind didn't help with stopping it. Crosshair took another shot at this one's mouth, but it was closed and bounced off the beast harmlessly.

“She's safe and is coming back to us!” Echo replied as he took a shot at a Drakear that had begun to open its mouth, but not all the way so the blast deflected off. Tore had told them while they were climbing down into the cave that Omega was coming back with Nara and Infersel, and asked them not to shoot the girls if at all possible, for Infersel was carrying them back. “Our focus should be on staying alive!”

Hunter had to concede that point and saw the flames growing closer to their spot. “Plan 46!” They all nodded, with Wrecker groaning more, and fired their grappling hooks into the branches of a nearby tree and swung across while dropping smoke bombs to obscure the view of the Drakears while they made their escape. They made it safely and then moved to other branches to shoot at another tree and swung to that one. Then the third group of Drakears showed up and fired at the tree, the fames were closer to them than the first time.

“We have a Drakear about to ram the tree!” Tech cried out as they were disengaging their hooks. They took hold of a branch as the tree shook from the impact with the cracks going up the trunk, but it still stood. However, their hooks were flung out of their hands and they quickly saw that they were sitting ducks.

“We need to get out of this tree!” Crosshair yelled before Hunter could.

“I think I have a solution!” Tech called from another branch while working on his data pad. “A Drakears sense of hearing is fifteen times stronger than people, so I conclude that a high pitch frequency will irritate them to give us time to make a move to the closest branch.” After a few clicks on his data pad a noise akin to a dog whistle shot through the speakers and the drakears started to back off from the tree with growls and shaking heads. Tech looked up at Hunter and saw that he wasn't bothered by the noise and they both took another mental note of what the substance did. “It appears to be working!”

“Appears” was the key word apparently, for they were all launched from the tree as the second king from the first pack slammed into the tree. The drakears and the ground quickly approached them and they all braced for impact, only for the air to change directions and grow hot. They looked up and saw the crimson dragon right above them, who looked larger than before, with his hands holding Omega and Nara, who had her arms stretched out towards them, as a sign that she was holding them up with the Force. Omega waved down at them with a big grin on her face. Hunter suddenly remembered all that transpired before blacking out and felt his panic turn up. “Omega!” Hunter yelled over the wind.

“Infersel, roll now!” Nara shouted. She looked like she was straining to hold them all up. Still flying through the air, Infersel rolled their body until they were upside down and the batch was over them. Then Nara dropped the men onto the dragon, who removed their hands from holding the females so that Omega ran to Hunter who held her tightly. Then Nara yelled, “Keep moving until you reach a spine and hold onto it!” Infersel rolled again and the batch plus the females moved until they came to the spines and held on as Infersel dropped down onto the first group of Drakears and blasted them away with what the batch could guess was also the Force. The beasts laid stunned on the ground as Infersel landed and rolled the body of the king away to reveal Tore.

“Took you lot long enough!” Tore shouted from the ground.

Inferno lifted him up with a deep throated laugh. “Look who needs the help now?”

Tore was dropped off at Nara's side who quickly grabbed him and he looked worn out, being ripped, bloody, and burned. “Hey, I still need to have a word with you two after this! Now head back to the tree to retrieve their equipment and droid.”

Infersel turned to go back to the tree and both spoke. “If you don't die before then.” Hunter was confused. Why did he hear two voices coming out of the dragon?

“Hey, I die when I choose to die!” Tore snapped. The drakears roared and whimpered awake as Infersel rose from the ground and flew off again.

Then Echo jumped in from two spines down. “Your injuries need to be looked at if you want to disprove the dragon’s point.”

“They're mostly superficial!” Tore smiled back, only to groan in discomfort.

“That means he broke something.” Nara shook her head.

“Are you Nara?” Asked Hunter over the wind.Nara smiled pleasantly and bowed her head. “Looks like you lot have done your research.”

“You didn't hurt Omega did you?” Hunter glared up at her.Nara glared back down at him with her smile disappearing.

“Watch your tone sir!” She said sharply. “I did no such thing to the girl. If anything, she was the assailant.” Hunter looked down at Omega who looked away sheepishly and he hugged her tighter. Nara watched the men and saw their looks of approval, relief, and their posture relax a bit. Her eyes softened. Brothers indeed. “You taught her well.” Hunter looked back up at her and nodded his thanks.

They all snapped their heads back up at Infersel’s roar, which was a little higher pitched than what they were used to hearing, indicating that Russell was in charge of the body, as they all descended down to the tree. The Drakears roared back at them and some breathed out fire, only for it to be blocked by the Force. “Back up!” Russell commanded the beasts. They only moved closer. The horn on Russell’s head glowed as sparks jumped off the body and the boy repeated himself rather angrily. “I said BACK UP!” A shockwave went through the dragon's body causing everyone to slip, and the wave sped off through the forest hitting the drakears on the way. The beasts looked stunned for a moment before they slowly obeyed his command.

The batch, while regaining their holds on the spines, watched in wonder as the drakears moved away from the dragon as they drew closer to their equipment and Gonky. One king tried to take a step closer with a deep throated growl, only for Russell to send the shock wave back at him with bared teeth. The king begrudgingly moved away but didn't look like he was planning on leaving. “So this was what Hondo was talkin about?” Wrecker whistled.

“It appears so.” Hunter commented.

“Let's grab the stuff and head back to their ship.” Tore spoke between his teeth, his breathing becoming more ragged. Nara's hold around him tightened and she looked worried. He shook his head and held out his hand to the supplies as if to start picking them up, but his hand dropped as he slumped over and nearly fell off the dragon.

“Tore!” Nara yelled as she held up her friend with the Force. “Infersel, grab their equipment!”

“That we will do.” Both the boy and the dragon spoke, rather robotically. All of the batches' equipment and Gonky were lifted up into the air and they quickly flew away from the tree and back to the Havoc Marauder.

“Why are we going back to the ship?” Echo asked over the wind.

“Infersel is going to fix it!” Nara shouted back.

“How are they going to accomplish that?” Tech asked, looking dubious.

“Reverse Time.” Nara answered.

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