#never making another spec post after this but needed to put it out there

[eddiediazismyhusband]

imagining a 7x1 parallel in the finale with buck sitting alone with eddie at home after chris leaves and eddie’s self sacrificing ass saying something like “i don’t wanna keep you from tommy” or something and buck doing that little “oh… ah… we broke up” like he did w natalia but its not offscreen this time its bc tommy got upset over buck leaving to go see eddie at the beginning of the ep and we get a *look* from eddie that in that moment can’t be interpreted as anything else other than having that relief over buck being single immediately followed by another look of “oh”

[dickarchivist]

I saw this post by @alamogirl80 and I needed to get my thoughts down, but didn't want to detract from their post so here's my addition to "Do you think clones are tactile and touch motivated because they were never held as babies?"

Short answer: yes I do, and Specter is the most touch needy out of Grave Squad.

Long Answer under the cut

I write my clone OCs Specter and Banshee like this especially. They're "twins" in my lore, and they're joined at the hip. So rarely are they apart. And when they're together, as long as they don't need to be professional, they're always touching in some way. Arm resting on a shoulder, slouching against each other, a quick reach out and touch.

They sleep mirroring each other when they're not in the same bunk. If you had a top down view of them, they'd always fit together as if they're holding one another. Specs and Ban, more often than not, sleep in the same bunk because it's hard for them to sleep without each other. If they can't share a bunk, they hold hands. If they can't hold hands, they wake up periodically and knock to make sure the other is still there.

For Specs especially, touch is important. He'd want to be held 24/7 if he could be. The comfort he gets from contact is so much, that he crosses his arms over his chest and holds himself just to keep anxiety down. He sways side to side, if you watch him close enough. Hugging himself and slowly swaying, as if to be rocked in the arms of a parent. He's done this since he was young.

Dax'Malkin holds the boys sometimes, when they let him. Dax held his children for most of their lives. He does the same for his clones without a second thought. Once, he caught Specs trembling after a particularly rough campaign, and without hesitation he just lifted this full grown man like a child and held him. Walked to a bench, put Specter under his chin, rubbed his back, and held him. They never talked about it after, but it meant a lot to Specter. He was the first one to call him "Buir Dax".

[faela404]

☆The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! this chapter involves mentions of self- neglect, possible eating disorders, insomnia, swearing, implications of inappropriate acts (though it never happened), mentions of anxiety and biblical references (kinda? idk jesus and the bible was mentioned in a lighthearted manner)

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☆it was a mistake ☆

i’ve been sitting here, on my phone, for over 6 hours now. this isn’t good. i’ve forgotten to eat again.

i’ve never been too good at taking care of myself, most the time i’m too engrossed in what im doing to remember that i need to eat, drink or even use the bathroom. however, recently it’s been getting worse. before, i would be able to remember by atleast 7pm but lately, i’ve been having my dinners at 12am, sometimes even later.

i suppose i should be happy i remembered just before midnight this time, but i just don’t see it that way. to me, this is still a failure.

pulling myself out of the warm comfort of my bed below me, i wandered out towards the kitchen. we never tend to have much food in, with us being university students it can be hard to get enough money for such necessities. nonetheless, i managed to find a packet of chicken super noodles (if you don’t know what these are or don’t eat chicken, just read it as your favourite type of instant noodles😌). careful i pulled open the bag and dumped the contents out into my bowl, along with the flavoured powder and some hot water from the kettle, before putting this in the microwave.

after finishing my noodles and placing the bowl in the sink to wash up another day, i once again returned to the comfort of my bed and bright phone screen.

i didn’t get to bed until 3:49am.

i woke up too late, again.

i’m going to be in so much trouble.

i wish my class wasn’t so small, then maybe the professor wouldn’t notice me as i slip through the door and attempt to make my way to my seat.

we’re doing lab work.

she notices me.

“how lovely of you to finally join us, y/n” god did she have to say it so loud. i feel so many eyes on me but, i can’t falter. i try my hardest to ignore them as she continues to speak.

“please stay behind once class is finished y/n, we need to talk” she sounds so smug. i give a curt nod and quickly scurry to my lab partner.

i must look disheveled, i can feel how red my face is, the sweat dripping down my neck- getting caught on the neckline of my shirt. mascara from yesterday is sure to be lining the underneath of my eyes.

my lab partner, lumine, looks worried. however, she seems to ignore my disgusting outward appearance as she begins to explain the experiment to me, giving me time to write down her words and the results.

class wraps up quickly. everyone begins to shuffle out, talking to eachother of their weekend plans, but not me.

i make my way towards professor ningguang. she looks angry but, she doesn’t shout.

“i did warn you there would be consequences if you was absent again, didn’t i?”

i’m so nervous, i’ve never gotten into trouble before.

“yes, professor but, i wasn’t able to get much sleep i’ve haven’t been able to-“

she cuts me off. she’s angrier than she’s letting on.

“i don’t have time for your excuses, y/n. you have been late 5 times in the past 2 weeks, that is completely unacceptable. however, with only 3 weeks left of school before winter break, i can’t give you the standard punishment for a disobedience such as this. instead, you will help out the librarian. ms. lisa has been complaining recently of the mess the library has become. for the next 3 weeks, you will go to the library after school and clean it until there isn’t a spec of dust left, do i make myself clear?”

im not sure if it was the nerves or the fear of her telling me this in such a calm way, but i made no move to object. i simply nodded and left as she dismissed me.

it wasn’t until i got back to my dorm that it truly sank in.

are. you. fucking. kidding. me?!

clean the library? everyday? for 3 weeks?!

i suppose it could be worse, but come on! i have a life, i have homework! i can’t dedicate every evening to cleaning a stupid library!

god, this is going to be miserable.

a/n - ahhhh this was so fun to create! i can’t wait for ya’ll to see the next part! i hope you enjoyed this and will enjoy the rest of the series! take care of yourselves <3

taglist- open! @kazuhaprnt

[hollyethecurious]

CS WIP Wednesday Challenge - Week 2

Week 2

👵 Your oldest posted WIP (can you even remember what year it was when that one first went up?)

So, when I read this week's challenge... I cringed.

Why, you may ask?

Because my oldest posted WIP is one I've pretty much given up on. In fact, I have two unfinished WIPS that, at the moment, I have pretty much written off and have resigned myself to the probability of never finishing. I completely lost steam on them and have zero intentions of trying to muster up any inspiration for them when I have other stories I am actively passionate about.

You have no idea how much it pains me to say that, but that's the truth of the matter and I'm really sorry to disappoint any of you who were hoping I might get back to them during this challenge.

That said... I do have one unfinished, posted fic that I am actively working on and that I focused my efforts towards updating this past week.

Pan Says...

I am thrilled to report that the next chapter is finished and is currently being looked over by my betas. As soon as they've gone over it, I will share it with all of you.

I also wanted to share that in addition to Pan Says... I've been hard at work on my CS Grimm AU for the @cssns, and added roughly 11k words on it this week! I can't wait to share it with y'all!

I want to thank @captainswanwipwednesdays once again for putting this challenge together, and appreciate all the love, support, and patience y'all have shown us struggling authors.

Enjoy this snippet from Part Nine of Pan Says... and be on the look out for the full chapter, which will be posting soon!

“I don’t know who you are, or what sort of game you’re playing at, but this isn’t funny!” Emma glanced at the monitor overhead, the timer quickly counting down the minutes she had left to try and convince David that she was really Emma, that she was alive, and in need of his help. “David Robert Nolan, shut the fuck up and listen to me!” she yelled over the receiver. “What did you just call me?” “I called you by your full government name,” she said. “David Robert, after your father, Nolan. Or would you prefer I call you Charming like Mary Margaret does?” “How do you know--” “Because it’s me, David! It’s Emma! I’m alive and I need your help!” “Emma?” he questioned over the line, the hope she knew he wasn’t sure he should dare to feel leaking into his tone. “Is it really you? How? Where are you? Where have you been? Who did they pull out of the--” “Just listen, okay?” she interrupted as the time rapidly dwindled. “I don’t know who that woman was or how he faked my death, but I was abducted three weeks ago by someone who calls himself Pan. I was taken from outside the police station after dropping off a skip. I was tasered. I’m here with a man named Captain Killian Jones. He has a brother named Liam, who also was led to believe that Killian was missing for reasons other than kidnapping. I need you to find him. He’ll be trying to get a hold of you, because Killian just called him, too, and let him know what’s been going on.” She flicked her gaze to Killian, still looking shell-shocked from the emotionally charged conversation he’d had with his brother. He’d wanted to stay by her side whilst she made her call, but she’d told him to go sit and take a moment. They’d be there for one another later. It was why they’d chosen to wait and make these calls before turning in for the night. So they could just lay in bed and hold each other in the aftermath. “What has been going on?” David demanded, bringing Emma’s focus back to her brother. “Why would this Pan person take you? What has he… are you alright? Has he hurt you? Did you escape, is that why you’re calling now? Do I need to come get--” “No, we haven’t escaped. We… we sort of… earned a reward. Look. It’s too much to explain right now. I’m going to give you some specs of the place we’re being held in. Write them down so you can give them to the police.” Emma waited as David searched for a pen and paper, her heart thudding wildly in her chest as the timer continued to draw closer to zero.

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[morganlefaye79]

Why my Cyberpunk ocs aren't "nice" persons.

Last week @pandorasaquariumm posted their take on why Kerry is not a nice person, and I agree in many points.

@jaymber answered with a few more points to which I also agree. I have a few more things that I hc for Kerry, which also puts even more gray on him as a character.

But this post will be about my ocs, who I often show from their nice and soft side, but who are, as @kharonion already stated about their oc Vikt, mostly criminals as many others in NC, maybe with a robin hood attitude sometimes, but still criminals.

I did some time back a Kiroshi-scan for my main ocs, the full template you can find here, but I will just take the interesting part of it for this subject.

Those are only the things the NCPD knows. Valaire is my "V", some of those things are probably obvious. When he was still a merc he sometimes had problems to keep the NCPD on distance, but since he "changed" his way of operating he can more or less walk free with nearly everything he does. Who would have thought that the NCPD would be corrupt? Not me!

Val did blow up Saka tower a second time (Johnny loved watching it happen) with Alt's help, and never was made accountable for it, because he knows the right people who he will pay some money. Arasaka tried a few times to kill him after he recovered from the Relic, but at this point Arasaka's teeth were already pulled for a big part.

Or which is also often the case, when someone will get at him, he finds dirty laundry about this people. Since he has a very skilled netrunner brother, and also Nyx from the Afterlife at his service. Why would Nyx work for Val you ask? Because he owns the Afterlife, but next to no one knows. For the normal people, Rogue is still in charge there.

He maybe was born in Arroyo, where his parents pretended to be non-corpo's, but maybe it is true that some traits are in someone's genes already. He is a Corpo and he acts like one and plays the game, even if he hates that life, but it is the only way to make a difference in this city.

Joris is similar to Valaire, but absolutely ruthless. He won't think twice about if someone deserves to die. If the question is one time answered with yes, you can be damn sure that the person will not walk long on earth anymore. But you can't kill them all! True, but he is young and has much time to try!

How will those people die?

No idea! He is at times very creative. Most of the times he will make devices malfunction. What a shame when a laptop blews up in someones face, isn't it?

Joris also provides his brother with the dirty laundry he digs up. Also are all 3 police reports you see altered by Joris. Most of the times the NCPD doesn't even notice he was in their servers.

Although he grew up as a Corpo and being able to play the game, he refuses to play nice. So tread lightly around him or you may be the next one that crashes their car against a concrete wall. It'd be a real shame.

He takes mostly gigs where he can steal and/or destroy corpo property. It's kind of a hobby, especially if it is Arasaka property. You should choose jobs which bring you joy.

He does sound like a mad man and lunatic, doesn't he? Well he is the mentally most stable out of my mains. Whoops!

Vicco is somewhat special in a way, they survived long enough on the streets of NC to reach adulthood. Not many can accomplish that. They know Vicco on the streets and they know what Vicco did. You surely not manage this by being nice. They learned very early to take what they want and if it belongs to someone else then that someone has to part with it one way or another.

They are a chameleon, becoming everything you want. They paid a little fortune for it, well Valaire, more likely. Their Kiroshi's are used by corpo spec ops, and were taken from the previous owners dead body, because he certainly didn't need them anymore, they're able to slighly look through walls, or find safe's in them which is quite handy for a sneaky thief. Slipping in as a woman with long legs and round hips, and walking out as a man.

Before becoming a merc, they were as most of the youngsters drugdealers. They themselves always stayed clean except for cigarettes and alcohol. Only in adulthood as a joytoy they started taking drugs and boosters.

They specialized very soon on attracting corpo's because they knew that it is the place where the money is, and where's money, there's much to steal.

Killing Tiger Claws and Maelstrom scop is kind of a hobby for them, they had many run ins with them and they will never get friends for many reasons.

Although they would never stick it to others noses, they're proud to be a Mox. The Moxes saved them several times when they couldn't save themself. They now often return the favor when they're aware of a Mox in need.

You could ask Jotaro Shoba... nah, no one ever found that piece of shit after Vicco was done with him.

And then there was that scumbag... what was his name again? Blake something... Crow? Crowls? AH! Croyce! Didn't saw that one in a while either!

Vicco loves a good hunt!

And this my friends is the not that nice side of my ocs, I didn't go too much into details, because some of those things I will put into fics. At least that's the plan. But if you're curious I might answer questions x)

[thrilling-oneway]

OKAY N25 event is starting tomorrow and it's lasting 12 days but who cares I need to word vomit about event spec instead of doing my homework.

WxS event is Tsukasa no question unless the devs have given up on 2D:3D MV ratio given the updates. I mean daichan basically confirmed it on the stream lol. Anyway Tsukasa has never had a vsinger on one of his unit gachas so that's gonna change probably. I noticed they've been putting out cards for vsingers other than the starters/miku probably to show off the new costumes that didn't get L2D, which leaves us with MEIKO. However, she's been on 2 WxS events this year (one of which was Tsukasa's) so I'm ruling her out and am willing to just settle for KAITO (doubtful about Miku considering the likelihood of her sanrio 4* being soon).

Anyway as for the others definitely not Nene. She's been on all of Tsukasa's gachas so far give her a break please. Staff actually caught all of wxs up on exchange cards now but I'll say 3* for now just because it's been longer since her last one than her last 2*. Now the 3rd 4*. Emu or Rui? On the one hand, Emu has less cards than Rui and less 4*s this year, but on the other hand, she's been one 2 Tsukasa banners already when Rui's only been on 1. But then again, Rui needs a 2*. And I'm tempted to say this could be a wxs boys centric event given the teaser, but then again you have events like BFBY, BFST and woao which have significant characters as a 2* or just not at all. And then again, Emu has a 4* lim coming up, so her getting a gacha card followed closely by a lim is somewhat unlikely (although has been done in the past). And then there's the fact that if Rui gets another 4* he catches Miku. Fuck. OH actually WL lims are gonna make Kanade and Mizuki equal with Miku lol so yeah here we go

Either Tsukasa/Emu/KAITO + Nene 3* Rui 2*

or Tsukasa/Rui/KAITO + Nene 3* Emu 2* (emnn can be swapped in this instance tbh)

mm maybe meiko still works looking back after i finished this post

AND then for mixed event I'm still standing by my initial school festival spec. Probably Nene banner and Kami 2-A lims. Nene's last lim was the vday one 11 months ago, Akito's last lim was his fes about 5 months ago, and An's was the 2.5th lim 8 months ago, so it works. An's been an exchange card recently so 4* for her is fairly likely anyway, plus Nene pretty much guaranteed to be an exchange card on the Tsukasa event. This could be an Akito banner ig but I've tentatively got him down for White Day rn, however he doesn't actually have a mixed event stamp yet, but he could get one even if it was a Nene event anyway. Slap a WxS vsinger (Rin?) reward card and idk maybe a Toya 2* (or Rui if he isn't 2* on the Tsukasa event) and bam.

nene/an/akito + rin 3* toya or rui 2*

N25 has to be the first event next month lol since WL doesn't count as part of the main rotation and saying those a lim cards is fucking stupid they're barely lims. On one hand, it's been a year since the last ena event, but Kanade has less events than everyone else and also Ena sanrio lim. I would've said Ena 4* for Kanade event but we're gonna scrap that and for now i'm tempted to say mafuyu again i know she's been on 2/3 kanade events so far but hey if nene can go 3 for 3 on tsukasa gachas then sure. i would have said mizuki but once again. lots of 4*s already. this gives kanade the most 4*s in the game but who even cares atp not clpl that's for sure.

kanade/mafuyu/kaito + ena 3* mizuki 2* (mzen are swappable)

kanade/mizuki/kaito + mafuyu 3* ena 2*

then maybe a leoni honami event with ichisaki 4*s, shiho 3*, vsinger 2*. also this or n25 is the xmas event. and fuck knows who new year could be. mizuki? n25 hasn't had a NY banner yet. fuck do i know.

[anduefex]

WIP ask game, Im curious about 'scifi betrayal post breakup' :)

Another original fiction AU, same characters co-created with @rozarria as before! The premise of this one is that they're on the same space station and working for rival factions (Isra is part of a terrorist cell because they're helping him get some kind of revenge, Baudouin is part of a space spec ops squad), start dating without knowing all that, break up explosively when the truth comes out (including Baudouin failing to stop Isra from doing some kind of violent sabotage), and then never get over each other. This takes place immediately after that breakup.

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The first time it happens Baudouin is hungover as shit because he had to take the bike all the way across station in order to hit a bar he knew Isra wouldn't be caught dead in, and the trip wasn't worth it unless he got shitfaced, so he fucking well got shitfaced. Boss called midway through round seven, said there's a bust next morning. Nothing for it at that point. He had some chick in a low cut top putting her hands all over his arms and chest and he had to make sure he was drunk enough to blame the alcohol for his dick being bored to tears about it.

So he shows up looking and smelling like a field-dressed head wound and nearly gets sent home, but the boss man knows better. He can just prop Baudouin up against a doorway and that's one exit blocked, or make him walk first into the room and that's the rest of the team shielded. Don't need to be well rested for that.

"You're full of shit," Merry says, but Merry didn't get played in the worst way possible this week, so she can stuff it.

[new-king-kasa-official-archived]

oh god this is gonna be my longest post yet. here we go

blog runner- @dreamblues

other rp blogs of mine connected to this one: @guardian-angel-minori, @umbra-kasa-official

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mlm leaning aroace-spec

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ok ok. the lore is under here. godspeed this is long

last edited: 11/29/2023

This Tsukasa has switched places with another version of himself as a result of an incident in which his previous powers were stolen after being abducted. He is now set to become a king if he is to ever go to his new universe. Down below is lore for his previous identity.

This is a blog for an au version of Tsukasa who was killed in an incident involving a time anomaly and was later revived by another timekeeper (WXS Miku)

In his universe, he was responsible for preventing time anomalies before they can interfere with events in the timeline. His revival was meant to correct a mistake before it could have a severe impact on the flow of time.

Timekeepers are capable of detecting objects or living beings that are at risk of triggering a time anomaly if left unchecked, and thus they're required to take care of them in any way they see fit until the time anomaly is successfully averted. In Tsukasa's case, she usually resorts to either picking up objects and putting them into a huge living space she shares with Miku or simply luring living beings away from the events playing at hand.

Timekeepers are also able to time travel to any point in time

Tsukasa is unable to make his presence known to anyone in his universe because of the risks that could come with revealing the existence of timekeepers to the world. There was an incident where he did, in fact, have to reveal himself to the public in order to stop a serious time anomaly, causing him to be forced to wipe everyone’s memory of him to make sure no one spreads the truth. This incident has left him deeply traumatized.

Since Timekeeper Tsukasa is... a unique case, she got transported into what I'm going to call ✨the pjsk rp verse✨ through different means. It was a mere accident on her part in which she tried to travel to the future, but instead sent herself into a whole other universe separate from hers. Because she's not in the one she's supposed to be from, her powers grow unstable and she's unable to return home until her powers completely stabilize. She also loses the ability to detect time anomalies, though she can't figure out a reason why. Right now, she's just a god who can't use her powers whatsoever.

Because of his circumstances, he never got the chance to meet Emu, Nene, and Rui. That means the only ones he knows from the main cast would have to be Ichika, Saki, Honami, Shiho, Shizuku, Toya, and maybe Airi (in the sense that he only knows about her through what Saki's said about her. Pretty sure it's canon Saki was a huge fan of Happy Happy Everyday)

He may end up confused by the existence of sekai at first, as this au wasn't built with sekai existing in mind

Because Miku is a timekeeper (and possibly other vs) in this au, the concept of virtual singers may not be present in Tsukasa’s universe, as they would exist in different forms

Will add more lore if I have to

Update: on 11/28/2023, there has been a recent discovery that Tsukasa can get prophetic visions through his dreams. Whether this is his powers manifesting once more in a different form or something else is currently unknown to everyone around her.

[corvigae]

Heloooooo your Tav is a cutie (mine’s also a wizard, gotta love the Annoying class)! What’s your party? What’s her favourite person? What’s her background and backstory??? tell me everything

YEEAAAHHH WE LOVE THE NERD ASS CLASS!!

Thank you!! Lately my party's been Shadowheart, Astarion, and Karlach. At all times it's always Shadowheart and Astarion and then the third spot is more fluid for whoever provides the most utility/story at any given moment, but the way I have Karlach specced she's a fucking beast of a tank so I'm thinking I'm gonna be keeping her around for a solid while, lol.

Her favorite person is almost definitely Shadowheart, they clicked pretty quickly and somehow despite Lunarae being the most nosy bitch in the world and constantly asking her about herself and her past, Shadowheart didn't get annoyed with her prying and just. started opening up to her instead?? So they're absolute besties, and like I've said before, even thought the game only allows you to romance one origin character at a time, as far a I'm concerned they are also girlfriends, despite the fact that she's also romancing Astarion.

Speaking of which I have so many thoughts on Lunarae and Astarion but they're all kinda just swirling around in my head constantly and hard to exactly pin down. But basically when they first met Astarion thought Lunarae was a ridiculously naive, self-righteous idiot who wanted to be a hero and was going to get herself and everyone around her killed while doing so, and really did not like her much at all. Then as they started travelling together he was like "Okay so I guess she can actually handle herself in a fight alright. She's still self-righteous and naive and annoying as fuck, tho." But then as time goes on he sees a bit more past just the "wanting to help people and do The Right Thing all the time" aspect of her, and sees her be a little shit and tease people sometimes, be really level-headed and able to lie or talk her way out of situations, and her being a little goofy with her looting and hoarding compulsions and how incredibly vindicatedly happy she gets when she finds a good item in some random pot or some shit, and he starts to think of her as a whole person that he actually kind of likes and respects, especially after he finds himself on the receiving end of that unrelenting kindess of hers like when she lets him feed on her or when she gave him the Necromancy of Thay book. Not to mention they're both just unabashedly Down Bad for each other, honestly. He's still frequently frustrated with her unwillingness to indulge in the tadpole's power and her insistence on being the hero, though, and for Lunarae's part even though she really likes him and thinks he's interesting and silly and he makes her happy, his constant thirst for power and frustration with her annoys her in turn, and they're still often butting heads on issues of morality. This kind of plays into another aspect of them that I think is interesting though is how they kind of balance each other out? Because let's be real, at least some of Lunarae's approach to Astarion is "I can fix him," and maybe she can slowly coax him into giving at least a little bit of a shit about other people, but the thing about Lunarae is that she's so constantly giving? She never says no to someone who needs her help, she never stops trying to do her best for others, and she never stops giving, to the point where it can be a real detriment, actually. So she could really benefit from somebody who can teach her to be at least a little bit selfish and care about herself and her own needs sometimes, actually.

This is already a long-ass post so I'm gonna put the rest under a readmore, esp since her backstory isn't all that fully fleshed out, so it may be kind of cingey rip

As for her background she's a Sage bc of course her nerd ass is, and I debated on whether I wanted to actually give her a serious DnD Backstory™️ or if I wanted to just have her be the only normal, well-adjusted person in the party and just play that for laughs, but the more I think abt it the more I think the backstory I thought of for her helps make her determination to Do The Right Thing and constantly help people and also be hyper-aware and vigilant of Wizard Hubris make a lot more narrative sense. So her big backstory is basically that she was raised by a single mother who was a very powerful and respected wizard with a very high up and prestigious position in their city. Her mom was always thrilled to nurture Lunarae's innate curiousity and love of learning, and taught her how to study magic fairly young (She never really taught her spells directly though, she still had to learn them herself). Sometimes she had a tendency to treat her more like her apprentice than her daughter, but Lunarae was always eager to learn and didn't mind all too much. The thing about Lunarae's mom though was that she was an incredibly ambitious wizard, and treated power as a sort of commodity that one can hoard and should constantly be striving to obtain, and eventually she came up with a magic ritual that would significantly increase her pwoer and make her one of the most powerful mages in history. She of course excitedly told Lunarae about this ritual, and about all the good she could do in the world once she had all this power at her disposal, and Lunarae agreed to help her pull it off. She was getting ready to go on a trip to visit a friend at the time, though, and her mom agreed to wait until after she got back to attempt it. What Lunarae found when she returned, however, was just carnage and destrution. Her mom had apparently gotten impatient waiting for her to return and had decided to attempt the ritual herself, and whether she had done something wrong or the ritual itself was just too unstable, it had not only failed, but failed in such a catastrophic way that it had leveled her home and about 10 city blocks, with the only thing remaining just rubble and viscera streaked across the smoldering, broken buildings. In picking up her life after that, Lunarae briefly considered turning away from magic entirely, but she knew she couldn't do that - she loved it too much, and it was the only connection she had left to her mother. So she instead resolved to use her magic to help people as often as possible, to be a force for good in the world, and to also be cognizent of that fact that wanton lust for power, even with good intentions, can be deadly.

[freewayshark]

a voice in the dark

buddie - rated g - 1697 words - 5b spec

Everyone and their mothers have already written a variation of this fic, but what is fanfic if not all of us writing variations of the same thing? Also, my internet is out so I wrote, edited, and posted this from my phone, so, apologies for any formatting weirdness that may incur.

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Linda appears at Eddie’s side just as a call wraps up, and he’s already got an easy smile on his face as he turns towards her, an easy smile that drops when he sees her expression.

“What is it?” He demands, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“I got a call, Eddie, asking for you personally. It’s Buck.”

Eddie’s breath catches in his chest. He knows she can patch the call through to his station but he’s already up, crossing the distance between their desks and fumbling her headset on.

“Buck?” He asks, breathless like he’d run a marathon.

“Hey, Eddie,” Buck says, and Eddie’s heart clenches because he sounds weak.

“Buck, what’s happening, where are you?” He demands, scanning the screen in front of him, but Linda hadn’t put in any information. “I’ll get an RA unit out to you—”

“I don’t need 911, Eddie, just need you.”

There’s pain in his voice. “Please tell me what’s happening,” Eddie says, trying to put on his calm, authoritative dispatch voice but falling somewhere south of that, in anxious territory.

“Building collapse. And then a secondary collapse. I was… Eddie I swear I was trying to get out. I wasn’t doing unnecessary heroics. I just wasn’t fast enough.”

“Everyone else?” Eddie forces himself to ask.

“Got out. Least that’s what Bobby told me on the radio. They know where I am, they’re trying to get to me.”

“Buck. How bad?”

Buck makes a wheezing sound that Eddie thinks might be an attempt at a laugh. “It’s not good, suffice to say.”

Eddie’s fingers have gone numb, and he remembers, distantly, when they’ve done that before, in a suit store, in a dark fire station, outside a hospital fire. He knows it’s a sign of a panic attack, but he pushes it down. “Walk me through your injuries,” he says, finally slipping into his dispatcher voice.

“S’not what I called for. Not a lot I can do anyway. It’s mostly internal, I think, and I can’t really move.”

Eddie scrubs a palm over his face. “Why did you call me, Buck?”

A shaky breath. “Because I’d rather die with your voice in my ear than alone.”

Eddie’s eyes burn but he forces it back. “You’re not going to die.”

“I’ve never liked arguing with you.”

“Then don’t, Ok? Keep talking to me, but just believe me when I say you are not dying.”

“Ok. Ok. But… Just in case, I need to say some things.”

“Buck,” Eddie says, ready to argue, to fight against the idea that Buck won’t have another chance to say whatever it is he needs to say.

“Eddie, please,” Buck says, and Eddie can tell it’s getting harder for him to muster the words, so he shuts his mouth. “I’m sorry, Eds. I’m sorry about the distance between us after you left. I was angry, but it wasn’t at you. Or—or it was, I guess, but it wasn’t your fault.” A breath, shaky, not as deep as it needs to be. “I know you’re doing what you need to. You’re a really great Dad, you know?” A cough, weak and wet sounding, followed by a groan that locks Eddie’s heart in an icy grip of fear.

“Anyway, I’m sorry,” Buck continues. “And I’m—I gotta say something else, too. And it’s not fair, and I—I’m giving you full permission to hate me for it, because it’s not fair for me to do this, but I need to say it. And you need to know it, I think, especially if I…Anyway, I broke up with Taylor,” he pauses to wheeze another horrible sounding laugh. “That’s not the thing, but I had to say it first. The thing is—”

And Eddie knows, before Buck says it, he knows what words are about to come out of his mouth and he wants to stop them, wants to reach through the miles between them and put his hand over his mouth, anything to keep the words from tumbling out, words he wants to hear, but not like this. Not when there’s the possibility that he’ll get to hear them this one time and then never again.

But Eddie doesn’t try to stop him, and Buck says, “I’m in love with you, Eddie. I’m so sorry I’m telling you like this. I’m sorry I wasted so much time being angry. And I’m sorry for all the time I wasted before that. I know telling you now isn’t fair, dropping it on you when it’s looking like I’m not gonna be around for the fallout. But I couldn’t die without saying it.”

“Buck,” Eddie manages, his voice breaking on the word. “Buck you have to know I love you too. You know that, right?”

“Didn’t know. Hoped though.”

“Well, I do. I love you so much, ok? And that’s why you’re going to hang on, ok, so we can deal with the fallout together. We need to talk about a lot of things, and you have to be here for that.”

“I’m trying,” Buck breathes, his voice sounding weaker still. “I’m trying, but it’s hard.”

“I know. I know, Buck, but I know Bobby and the others are trying to get to you as quickly as they can.” His hands shake, desperate to put his hands on Buck, to find his injuries and fix them. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve talked to you, about a lot of things, really, but I especially should’ve talked to you about leaving the 118. Actually, I should be there with you right now.”

“Nah,” Buck says quickly. “You would’ve just gotten trapped with me. Not enough room in this pocket for the both of us. For once I’m glad you’re not here. But you are though. Here. In the way that matters, you’re with me.” Buck clears his throat, and Eddie tries to stop cataloging the minute details of the sound. It’s not helping either of them, but he can’t stop. “Hey, I need you to tell Maddie I’m sorry, and that I love her. I know she knows I do, but just… Tell her anyway, ok?” His words are slower, like it’s taking a lot more energy to say them. “And—” he cuts himself off, sounding choked up, but he takes a breath, a little deeper than the others, but still sounding wrong. “Tell Christopher how much I love him. And that I’m so sorry I can’t keep my promise to always be there for him. Tell him—” he interrupts himself with a sob, and Eddie realizes his own cheeks are wet. Tears are streaming down his face and he doesn’t know when they started. “Tell him I said it’s ok if he’s mad at me for it. Tell him I never wanted to be another person that leaves him. That leaves you, and that I’m trying so hard to stay…” he trails off, and Eddie listens as hard as he can, but he can’t hear anything.

“Buck,” he says, but he’s met with continued silence. “Buck!” He barks, harsh and loud, but there’s a sound in response.

“‘M here,” Buck mumbles. He sounds so tired.

“Buck, you have to keep talking, I know they must be close by now. I need you to hang on.”

There’s a huff. “Said that to you once.”

“Yeah, you did, and you know what? I listened. So now I need you to listen to me and hold on, ok?”

“Trying.”

“Good. Keep trying. Talk to me, ok? Whatever you want to say, just as long as you’re talking.”

There’s a brief pause, and Eddie opens his mouth to yell Buck’s name again but Buck begins to talk. “If I make it out of here the first thing I’m gonna do is go to dispatch and kiss you senseless.”

Eddie grins through his tears. “Sweetheart, I think the first thing you’re gonna do is go to the hospital, but I’ll meet you there and I promise, as soon as you’re able, you can kiss me all you want.”

“Knew you’d be a pet name kinda guy.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

“Can’t wait.” Buck trails off again, only making a noise of recognition the third time Eddie says his name. “Sorry. Tired.”

“It’s ok. Tell me about your plans this weekend. You’re taking Chris to the aquarium, yeah?”

“Was. Probably can’t now, sorry.”

“It’s ok, you’ll take him when you’re better. Tell me about what you guys will do.”

“Really wanted to see him grow up, Eddie,” Buck says instead, and Eddie can hear the tears in his voice, and worse yet, the resignation.

“You will.”

“You guys changed my life. Need you to know. I always felt safe with you. You’re my home.”

“You’re our home too, Buck.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“Buck,” Eddie says, louder, but there is no response. “Buck!” He shouts, and he knows he’s disturbing the fellow operators around him, but he doesn’t care.

“Buck!” He shouts again, desperate for any kind of sound, and he gets one, but it’s not Buck, it’s the all too familiar sound of debris shifting, and Eddie’s heart stops for a terrifying moment, sure he’s hearing another collapse, but then he hears Bobby’s voice, and it starts beating again.

They got to him, but he’s terrified it’s too late.

He waits with bated breath as Bobby’s voice draws closer. He can’t make out most of the words, but he tries anyway, and is rewarded when he hears Hen, closer, victorious when she shouts “I’ve got a pulse!”

He lets out a sob and stands, whirling around and coming face to face with Josh, who he belatedly realizes was probably right there all along.

“Josh, I—I have to go, I have to—”

Josh holds up a hand. “We’ve got you covered. All the other victims were transported to First Presbyterian, that’s where they’ll take him.”

In his haste to leave it hadn’t even occurred to him he didn’t know where to go.

“Thank you,” he manages, clapping Josh on the shoulder before darting past him.

He has to get to the hospital. He has a promise to keep.

[lonestardaily]

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TARLOS FICS

Among My Stillness Was a Pounding Heart by @tailoredshirt​​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Proposal Fic | T | 3958)

TK took a deep breath. “I think we need to talk about what happened last fall. With the loft.”

Carlos’s brain was skipping around from one feeling to the next like a pinball. “With…when we broke up?”

“Yeah.”

“You…want to talk about the breakup,” Carlos said slowly. “While I’m proposing to you.”

TK squeezed his hands. “Yes. Please.”

What is time but the relentless passage to the inevitable by @sapphire11​

↳  (Andrea x TK, TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 8084)

They were finally in a great place and they thought they had all the time in the world for which they were planning amazing things. What happens when TK gets a phone call that causes time to speed up at the same time as it potentially stops? TK has to lean on his family in order to get through the devastating situation until time begins to move normally again. If it ever begins normally again, TK swears he’ll never waste another second.

Set about 3 years into the future from near the end of Season 3.

Forever In Your Eyes by @chaotictarlos​​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | M | 2312)

Carlos gets hurt and TK learns what it’s like to be on the other side of the bed.

you’re tethered to another (and you’re worried all the time) by @doublel27​​

↳  (TK x Carlos, TK x daughter, Carlos x Daughter | Future Kid Fic | T | 6307 )

Raising a teenager was never going to easy, but it can feel infinitely harder when your child's present bumps up against the past.

I Don't Want To Live Life Without You by @introverted-explorer​​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Spec Fic | T | 920 )

“I can’t lose him too,” TK all but whispered, voice hoarse with disuse. Carlos isn’t even entirely sure he had said anything until he looked over at TK’s strained expression.

Gwyn’s death had hit him hard, but losing a man he so clearly saw as a part of his life, for the rest of it, was something surely to be downright painful. If not for himself, for his partner, and the future they were so sure they would have. “I know, baby. He -”

“No.” TK cuts him off, looking directly into his eyes. Carlos can feel the anxiety and grief in his core. “You don’t get it, Carlos. If he dies, I have no one.”

Then love knew it was called love by @tailoredshirt​​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Fluff | G | 1137)

After being away for two weeks, Carlos comes home to TK.

More than a little stomach flu by @sapphire11​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | G | 4304)

Carlos thinks he's caught the stomach bug that's spreading throughout the first responder community. Only it's something much more serious.

Save a Horse by @chicgeekgirl89​​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Domestic Fluff | T | 3096)

T.K. heads out to the ranch for the weekend and gets to see a whole new side of Carlos.

Words by @ravens-words​​

↳  (TK x Carlos, TK x Gwyn | Fluff and Angst | T | 964)

Tarlos in NY when Gwyn gives birth.

Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by thenorthface

↳  (TK x Carlos, Carlos x OG Character | Breaking Up & Making Up | M | 11356)

Fifteen months after they broke up, Carlos and T.K. are thrown together again at the scene of a murder

Silhouettes with no regrets by @bluenet13​​

↳  (TK x Carlos | Domestic Fluff | T | 2121)

TK and Carlos + watching Heartstopper = Lots of feelings, emotional conversations, and other fun times on the couch.

you’ve got to be kitten me! by percvjackson

↳  (TK x Carlos | Domestic Fluff | T | 1043 )

tk and carlos got a cat, but the cat doesn't seem very fond of one of it's owners

code seven by falloutmars

↳  (TK x Carlos, Carlos x 126 | Coda | T | 1373)

It’s a slow and boring shift when the text comes in, and Carlos is grateful for that, both for the text and the way it interrupts his already long day. Oftentimes, he’ll be in the middle of some important paperwork when he gets texts like this and has to decline, or, worse, at a scene and only able to ignore his phone until it’s too late to head over. On those days, he just hopes TK packs him some leftovers.

But today, Carlos is lucky. A slow crime day is always good and safer—despite it being boring—but it’s even better when your boyfriend texts inviting you over to investigate a code seven.

don’t go blindly into the dark by @kiras-sunshine​​

↳  (TK x Carlos | AU | T |  68587)

TK never thought that one of the most urgent problems in his life would be finding a good pediatrician out of Austin, Texas. To be fair, he never thought he would be a single parent and living in Austin, and that he would buy a small house just out of city center, but life has a funny way of keeping surprising him in the most unexpected of moments.

126 FICS

fun and games (and friendly discussions) by falloutmars

↳  (Nancy x Mateo, TK x Carlos | Coda | T | 2717)

the gang discuss the news of Nancy and Mateo's relationship.

CHARACTER FICS / OTHER PAIRINGS

The Stain You Can’t Wash Out by @marjansmarwani​​

↳  (Owen, Owen x TK | Coda | N/R | 4752)

In Owen’s experience, guilt went hand in hand with grief. — An(other) Owen character study that wouldn’t leave me alone after 3x16

[truly-fantastic-me]

You know what? Fuck it. I'm posting it. It's aro-spec week and I feel like flipping off arophobes today. For context, Haylie is that oc I talked about in this post. So without further ado...

Amatonormativity Sucks!

"If I have to hear one more word about how 'wonderful' romance is from that threehorn's mouth, I'm going to peck her eye out!"

"If I have to hear one more word about how 'wonderful' romance is from that threehorn's mouth, I'm going to peck her eye out!"

Haylie plopped down on the cavern floor, groaning, bone-tired and ready to crawl under the dirt and never be perceived again.

Pterano looked at her, concerned and understanding. He knew how she felt. Even long after his banishment ended, he still felt that way about romance. Clearly, it wasn't selfishness like he once thought.

"I certainly know how that feels, dear. Tree sweet?” he offered, passing her a large, red fruit he pulled from a tree earlier.

She took it and bit into it immediately. “What does it take to get it through other people’s thick skulls that I don’t desire a relationship?? I mean, seriously! What more do I have to do? Put on a show for them?!”

“That’s fair, let it out.”

“And another thing! I get that they can’t immediately read my past, but not everyone has the privilege of coming from healthy relationships, you know? Would it kill them to keep other possibilities in mind? Being with Dyl scarred me for life! Why should I fly straight into another relationship after all that?? That sounds like a stupid idea!” She whirled her head towards Pterano. “Does that sound like a stupid idea to you?”

Pterano resisted the urge to talk about the one-track mindedness of threehorns, knowing that was more of a stereotype than anything else. “In your case, most certainly.” He validated, perching next to her. “It sounds to me like Tria has triggered you.”

She halted, wanting to protest that statement, but she knew Pterano was right. She rolled her eyes, curled up, and turned away from him. Trauma was a real bitch and a half.

“I… can relate to what you’re feeling. I’ve always thought my lack of attraction was a character flaw in me. In my youth, I thought it was a weakness that needed to be cured. A few years ago, I thought it was a manifestation of my own selfishness. But no matter what I did, no matter how much I regretted my past and tried to make up for it, my lack of attraction remained. It honestly wasn’t until I met you that I realized it was a part of me.” She turned back to him, and he continued. “My father used to berate me for my condition. Said that it was because I… somehow didn’t want to continue the species. When that was what I wanted more than anything. To keep my bloodline alive, to pass on my genes to the next generation. He said I wanted to keep them to myself.”

“It sounds like your father did a number on you,” Haylie stated, placing a compassionate hand on his wing.

“I suppose he did a lot more damage than I initially thought.” He gazed down on the ground for a moment, tempted to go on. But the moment was about Haylie initially and he didn’t want to take that away from her. “Anyway, we were talking about you. What was it about what Tria said that triggered you?”

“She said I’d find somebody. Said I’d find somebody who would love me. She doesn’t know anything about my past, but I can’t help but equate that word with mistreatment. That’s all Dill would ever say to me after a fight with him. He’d just say ‘I love you,’ and act as though nothing happened.”

“Oh dear…” Sounds like something my old self would do, Pterano thought to himself. “I’m terribly sorry. That’s not going to happen here. I will do all I can to ensure that it doesn’t.” He lifted his wing, offering an embrace. She scooted towards him, leaning against him, allowing his wing to drape over her shoulders. “If I do something, you are more than welcome to call me out on it when you can. I promise, I won’t be offended, nor try anything to hide from accountability. In fact, I feel like I need accountability more than most, eheh.” He laughed nervously.

She didn’t say anything in return, just leaned against him and closed her eyes.

[sortasirius]

“Unity” and the Broken Boys

BOY Y’ALL BETTER SIT DOWN BECAUSE THIS IS AS LONG AS CAN BE AND I TOOK OFF WORK TOMORROW SO I’VE GOT TIME

This is....one of the best episodes in the show.  Yeah, in all 325 of them, this is hands down one of the best.

First of all, stan Amara for clear skin.

That silent treatment babey, right out the gate with the Angst.  Tbh Dean deserves it.

“Like I said, killing Amara, Jack dying...that’s the only way.”

“The only way.  Our one shot.  Our Last chance.  You ever get tired of saying stuff like that?”

“We don’t have to like it, alright?  But you and me, we gotta get it done.”

Amara is such a welcome energy in this whole episode.  She’s warm and understanding, whip-smart and probably more powerful than Chuck.  I love her.

Sam is a wonderful, understanding, loving dad.  I love him eternally.  He loves Jack so much, he’s trying so desperately to do what’s right for Jack but also what’s right for the world.  Jack made this choice, but he can’t live with it.  How do you support your child when their life is at stake?

“Come on man.  Blindly following orders, lying to Amara, sending her to her death. Does any of this feel right to you??”

“It doesn’t matter how we feel!  You know what?  Stay.  Stay.  Someone has to be the grown up here.”

“Yeah well someone has to keep fighting for Jack!”

“He knows what he signed up for!”

“Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.”

“Jack’s not family.”

Y’all should have heard the noise I made.  What a fucking line.

“I know how you feel about the kid, I care for him too, I do, but he’s not like you.  He’s not like Cas.  He’s just not.”

“I’m- I’m ready.”

You can see the regret, the heartbreak in Dean’s eyes.  You can see how he wants to take those words back the moment he said them, and for Jack to hear them?  It’s unthinkable.

Sam and Cas I’m just so fucking emo dude.

“Sam, you stayed behind to find another way huh?  I woulda done the same.”

AMARA

First of all, LOVE this structure.

Amara and Chuck have such a fascinating dynamic.  Rob and Emily do a great job (as they have all along) by clearly being siblings but...heightened.  You can just tell they both exude power, and the other is the only one they consider an equal.

“You and Dean had that whole weird...thing.”

“That wasn’t you writing?”

“Ugh, not that part.  Gross.”

What I took away from this is what I’ve suspected all along.  They HAVE free will, just not total free will.  Dean and Amara’s connection wasn’t Chuck, there are parts of the story he didn’t write.  Obviously, this comes into play later. 

I also have a hunch that Chuck doesn’t write romance.  I also think that in particular will come into play.

“Balance.  Something we’ve never tried before.  Creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world, this world.  True balance.  The way it was always meant to be.  But you can’t.  You only care about your pleasure, your story.  Well, I guess that makes you the villain.”

“Villains get all the best lines.”

We see again and again this season, Chuck is irredeemable.  He doesn’t care about the angels, he doesn’t care about the world, he doesn’t care about anything.  He is a petulant toddler who has broken his toys. And when he realizes he’s trapped, he gets angry, he shouts and screams, completely at odds with Amara’s peace.

“You can’t hold me here forever.”

“I can hold you long enough.”

DEAN

Pain is the name of the game in this section homies.  Because not only are we dealing with Dean’s pain, we’re also dealing with Jack’s.  Jack says he understands why Cas and Sam mean more to Dean, but Dean clearly doesn’t, he, once again, wants to say more, but is stopped, still stopped by his fear: his fear of not beating Chuck.

Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals.  Let’s talk about Adam and Seraphina.

Adam.  The first man.  And Seraphina.  The angel.

“My old lady.  She’s the only one who could put up with me all these years.”

Yeah okay.  Volume at 100 I get it lmao.

But also: Adam wants God dead not because he and Eve were kicked out of the Garden, but because he went after their sons.  The theme of protecting the children strikes again.

“Killing God is your plan?”

“Yeah, Billie’s been giving us a hand but Sera and me, this is our baby.”

This juxtaposed directly with Dean’s own pain at what he has to do to kill Chuck, to gain his free will: the cost of his child.

Adam’s rib.

And who else might get his ribs hurt, only to be likely healed by an angel?

It’s fine, that’s fine.  I’m fine with that.

“Jack, I don’t know how to explain it but, when I found out about Chuck, it’s like I wasn’t alive.  Not really.  You know like my whole life I’ve never been free, but like really free.  But now?  Now me and Sam, we got a shot at living a life, without all this crap on our backs.  And that’s, that’s because of you.  So, I want to say, I need to say...thank you, Jack.  Thank you.”

I’m gonna have to do a separate post about just Dean in this episode, because there is so fucking much to talk about, but there are a couple of things that I think are important:  Dean realizes how wrong he was, to say what he said.  He knows that it’s not true, this is the way he’s always coped with loss, by pushing the person to be lost away, but for Jack to hear it?  He can’t stand for that.

And:

Dean has finally pushed through the barrier.  He won’t be quiet in the face of his doubts anymore.  This is a breakthrough for him, and, of course, there are more to come.

SAM

Sam and Cas, my chaos duo.

The box, the inscription, the door.

Death’s library, filled with dead reapers.

And there it is.  The Empty.

It tells Sam the plan, the plan for Billie to take God’s place.  For everything to go back to the way it’s “supposed to be.”

This has always been the game, since season 13.  This is the longest of long games.

Sam fuckin Winchester, lying his way out of a confrontation with the Empty like the legend that he is.

He comes back with a new purpose: to stop Billie’s plan, and here’s where we get to the heart of the episode and maybe the heart of the season.

“You hear that?  Dean, brought to the edge of doubt.  His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end.  And poor Sam, always gotta know everything.  Can’t leave well enough alone.  This is my ending, my real ending.”

The gun comes out, pointed at Sam.

Hmm...what did I say during 15x05?  Oh yeah, this.

And:

Dean would never survive killing Sam, but he’s willing to do anything, anything to earn his freedom.  His ending, where one brother kills the other and then kill himself.

Why, you might ask, did Sam not mention that the angels would be sent back to Heaven, why does he not mention Cas?  I’ll tell you why, or rather, Becky will.

Plus, Dean looks back at Cas IMMEDIATELY when Sam says that, when he mentions Eileen, and THAT’S the first time he hesitates.  He can’t lose Cas.  But at the same time, he’s willing to do anything to have his freedom.

“Sam we don’t have a choice, Jack’s about to blow!”

“We always have a choice!”

You know me, just sitting here thinking about choice, the ability to choose, and how that translates to their free will.

And Sam...I don’t think there will ever be characters I love as much as these.

“I don’t care if Billie gets what she wants!  I don’t man, I’d trade it all, I’d trade em all for Chuck.  In a heartbeat!”

“What about me?”

“You’d trade me?”

“Chuck has to die.  He has to!  Otherwise he’ll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can’t live like that man, I can’t live like that, I won’t!”

“I know you feel like that right now, okay? I know you do, but you gotta trust me.  My entire life, you’ve protected me.  From Dad, from Lucifer, from everything.  I didn’t always like it, you know?  But it’s the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on.  It’s the only thing I’ve ever known that was true.  So please, put the gun away.  Just put it away.  We’ll figure it out, Dean, we’ll find another way, you and me.  We always do.”

Okay I feel like this is going to be one of those scenes that I cry watching for years to come.  Because fuck.  After fifteen years they finally admit that not only did Dean protect Sam from Lucifer, but he protected him from John.  John.  On a par with Lucifer.

Dean and Sam have, for so many years, sacrificed themselves for the other.  Dean’s demon deal, Sam and the trials, every season they have fought to see who can die the quickest for the other.  But this?  This is them fighting to stop the violence, to stop from killing the big bad.  This is them growing, in our eyes, in real time.  Sam has always been able to get through to Dean when no one else had a prayer, but for Dean to listen, for Dean to take his words to heart, to stop the hunt for Sam, for their family, that’s how you know they do have free will.

(Btw Chuck’s eye effect when he dusted Amara was sick as fuck but I’m emo for my boys so.)

Chuck knows it’s a loss, he knows that his story has, once again, been thwarted by the boys making their own choices.  And he’s pissed, but in his anger, we get a bomb dropped on us.

“Spare me your contempt Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday.  You know what every other version of you did after “gripping him tight and raising him from perdition”?  They did what they were told.  But not you.  Not the one off the line with a crack in his chassis.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

Also, just worth bringing up this one as well:

Every Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell.  Every one told him the same thing.  And yet, immediately, with this Cas and this Dean, something was different.  Because what has everyone seen about Cas, from the moment he met Dean?

And there’s our endgame people.  Laid out on the line.

But we ain’t done yet, fam.

We’ve talked about the handprint, but you know:

So there you have it, our prep into the “monumental” 15x18.  I have spec on that, of course, but I think a novel is long enough for this.

What to take away: Dean’s rage was always Chuck’s plan, they do have free will, their love for each other, for their family, is what will stop Chuck’s control, Death is about to come back with a vengeance, Cas’ deal is at play, and, most importantly, Castiel and Dean Winchester are a blind spot for Chuck, something he has never, not once, controlled.

[ashiemochi]

aphrotitty - viii

✠ Aphrotitty

↳ Don’t do anything stupid ↳↳ does something stupid

~~ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ~~ genre: fluff, a slice of life, angst, gore at some point, smut/suggestive themes ~~ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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The eighth time Leon saw her, it was a Saturday evening; a week since he saw that man on her lawn. The weather was becoming less hot and meddling in between the hot and cold, encouraging everyone to begin putting away their summer clothes. This time, it was unintentional; well, it was always unintentional but this was different.

Leon was actually caught off guard this time.

Leon had seen her car take off an hour ago, but it was a glimpse through the curtains. Sitting on his porch for the past hour, he saw the neighbourhood buzzing about Halloween. Some were even already buying decorations to put. It wasn’t even October yet, shit’s in five days. Not only that, but Halloween is an entire month away.

After hearing Diane’s loud voice again about how the fake spider webs don’t look real enough, Leon had had enough.

“Talk about a quiet Saturday night.” Leon muttered, standing up to get inside his house. Maybe he could do another round of his workout routine, take a shower, and then recheck his weaponry again. Like his last call with Hunnigan, he didn’t know when he would be needed again. Even if it was as useless as checking the findings of the underground virus they had found, which once again, could’ve been an email.

Just as Leon opened the door, he heard the familiar humming of a certain Fiat car coming to a close. It settled in the garage way before turning off. So Ah got out before going to her trunk, her beige trench coat flying behind her and her heels clicked on the pavement.

When So Ah got out a bunch of plastic bags, Leon noticed she was wobbling a bit. Raising an eyebrow at the sight of her holding onto lots of plastic bags almost filled to the brim with items and ingredients in each hand, hanging from her wrists, he turned half away towards her direction.

So Ah stopped midway through her pathway to the porch, gathering a deep breath before continuing to slowly make her way towards it.

“Need an extra pair of hands?” Leon called out, leaning onto one foot with a slightly tilted head.

She jumped a bit, looking towards his direction and her eyes noticeably widened as if caught red-handed, “Oh, no, no! I’m...” She took another step, cringing inwardly at the audible sound of something shaking inside the plastic bags. “... Fine.” She forced out, now hurried to get inside.

“Are you sure?” Leon asked; hand slipping from the door handle, taking a few steps down the porch to get a bit closer to her side of the lawn, being only separated by her fence. Her specs slid down her nose bridge, causing her eyes to widen as she stilled.

Leon watched in amusement as she jerked her head back, hoping to force her specs to magically go back up on her nose bridge. Raising her hand that was being held down with the weight of the plastic bags wasn’t an option. Huffing, her cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

So Ah heard him let out a small laugh as he took a few more steps towards her fence. She turned to face him and his heart leapt to his throat, never once seeing her this close.

Faint freckles adorned her naturally rosy cheeks and spread across her nose bridge. Her doe eyes were wide and filled with stories he wished he knew, sparkling slightly underneath the lamp post.

“Wh–” She was silenced immediately when his calloused index finger reached over and gently pushed her specs up and back to their designated place. Her breath hitched in her throat, lips parted a bit at the action and of course, red spread over her face and ears.

Leon smirked at her reaction, putting his hand back down onto her fence to join his other hand. “There, much better?” He suggested, looking down at her, just now realizing that she was almost a foot shorter than him, not to mention that she was wearing heels.

So Ah scrunched up her nose for a moment before letting out a forced cough, “Uhm, yeah, yeah¸ a lot better, thanks.” She was going quiet again, shy self-acting up. Her hands were beginning to get numb, noticing them when he looked down at them then back at her.

“Those look heavy.” Leon commented the obvious, and she looked down as if recalling them.

“Oh, oh.” She mumbled before turning towards the direction of her porch, “I got this... Uhm, I’m okay!” She reassured him – or was she reassuring herself?

Leon raised an eyebrow, watching as she pushed herself to the porch and froze a bit to cease her wobbles.

“Are you sure sure?”

“Yes!”She exclaimed, growing frustrated with this moment. She got to the top of her porch with difficulty before beaming a smile in relief and he felt his lips almost mimic the action. She looked like she had achieved a goal of sort.

“Alright, you got it!” Leon praised from afar, still keeping his distance. She grinned at that.

Then her smile fell at the closed front door as if it was laughing at her dismay. He watched her stand there for a few seconds as he crossed his arms, “You should try saying open sesame.” He joked and she glanced at him with furrowed eyebrows and a pout.

Letting out a huff, she set the plastic bags from her right hand down and took out her keys from her pocket and unlocked the door, letting it slide open. He tilted his head to the side a bit, pressing his lips into a thin line to hold back any more comments as she let out strings of muttered curses and picked the bags up again.

The moment she was inside the house, he heard a tumble of plastics crunching then the door closed. He straightened up, a ghost smile lingering on his face; he turned around to get into his house but he saw her car’s trunk was still wide open.

“Hey, you forgot something!”

The door opened and So Ah poked her head out, expecting to see a forgotten bag on the ground but she only saw her trunk was open. Even under the dim lamp posts, he saw her blush as she made her way to the car with the sound of her heels clicking. She slammed the trunk shut before quickly making her way back inside, avoiding his eyes.

A chuckle left his throat as her door closed – and he followed suit into his house.

[bcdaily]

jily childhood friends running into each other years later?

Ta-dah! Thank you for the prompt! Now I have to write shorter things, or I’ll never get another done. XD

She knew that hair.

It was a glimpse—a fleeting hint of familiar dark chaotic strands protruding above the multitude of milling heads inside the crowded hotel lobby. Lily stopped where she stood, certain—certain…but that was foolish, surely? It was hair. Billions of people had hair. Even distinctive hair like that. And what would he be doing here, what were the chances…She darted left, slipping through other conference attendees, following the bobbing head of black. Her fingers toyed absently with the lanyard around her neck. Her feet kept moving. She was closing in. But—shit—he was turning into the next doorway. She’d lose him—

“Potter!” she shouted.

The bobbing black head stopped in the doorway threshold. He turned.

Something pulled inside Lily’s chest.

God, it was.

His mouth—an older mouth; familiar features spread across a matured frame, sharper and wider—formed her name. A question. His head tilted.

She squirmed around the last huddled group of conference-goers blocking her path. A middle-aged skeletal bloke shot her an annoyed look as she prodded past him. A server carrying a tray of canapés swerved around her. She wished the tray had been alcohol. She might need it. She wasn’t sure.

James Potter had grown up to be tall. Cresting six feet, easily. His limbs were long, his chest wide, but his hair—that hair—hadn’t changed a bit. Neither had his smile: bright, crooked, with the same infectious delight he’d managed so easily at eleven, now captured just the same in a man of twenty-four.

Twenty-four. They were twenty-four now. She hadn’t seen him in thirteen years.

“Lily Evans,” he said, audibly this time, and the smile grew brighter. “Shit.”

“Shit,” Lily repeated, laughing. Now that there was nowhere to go, no further crowds to weave through, no mop of dark hair to stalk, she was not quite sure what to do. She hadn’t thought past the part of just confirming it was him. Somehow, magically, him. Strange, strange, strange. Now they were standing before each other and—

And he was good-looking.

Had been, back then, at eleven. But that was eleven, and those things didn’t often last. Features shifted. Bodies changed. Conventions came and went at whim. Who could keep up?

James Potter could, apparently.

Not that that was the point. She hadn’t chased him down because he was fit. She could only see his head, for Christ’s sake. She hadn’t known. Not about the height, about the posh specs and the twinkling hazel eyes, about the tanned, sculpted forearms revealed beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down. It wasn’t—

He eyed her, eyeing him. “Do we…hug…or…?”

She snorted. “I don’t know.”

“Reckon I ruined it by asking.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. “Not as natural now.”

“Yes, quite ruined.”

“Ah, well. Will do better next time. Meet again in another…what’s it been? A decade or so?”

“Thirteen years, by my count.”

“Thirteen? Bloody hell, I can’t wait another thirteen years. I’ll be dead. Let’s just—”

And then somehow he was hugging her, and Lily was laughing again, and her fingers were digging into his back as she clutched him to her.

He had a nice back, James Potter did.

A nice smell, too.

The first boy she’d ever kissed remembered to shower. Lovely.

In the past ten seconds, she’d grown greedy and impetuous. As he pulled away, she darted up on her toes and dropped a hasty kiss to his cheek. Stolen, like a criminal. She was in a hotel lobby filled with barristers, and not a single one could convict her, so stealthy was she.

His fingers trailed down her arm as their bodies detangled. Her skin burned along the path.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, stepping back. She really, really needed to step back. “I mean, it’s good to see you—strange to see you, really, but—you’re a barrister?”

It didn’t fit the James Potter in her head. The boy who’d grown up alongside her, had lived in the sprawling, noble house at the top of the hill, running wild with the lot of them in Cokesworth, until he wasn’t. That boy had certainly had the cleverness and confidence to pull off law, but not the patience or deference to its structures and politics. He would’ve collapsed under the piles of paperwork. He would have crowed agony at the rules, the formalities, the bureaucracy. Had that swotty boarding school his parents’ packed him off to changed him so very much?

James pulled a face. “Fuck me, no. I’m running the catering for the conference. My mum—”

“—owned a restaurant,” Lily recalled, somehow delighted not to have pegged him wrong. She closed her eyes wistfully. “God, that’s right. When you moved, we were all bereft. I think I still smell that eggplant appetizer of hers in my dreams.”

“The caponata?” His grin turned sneaky. “She still has it on the menu.”

“Where?”

“Casa. SoHo.”

Lily had heard of it. To think, James Potter, her childhood friend and mild fixation, just a few tube stops away, for who knew how long. “So you’re in London?”

“Since university,” he confirmed. Then his head tilted, and the sneaky smile turned coy. “So you’re a barrister? In London?”

“Yes.” She waved her conference lanyard like a white flag, surrender. “Wildly disappointed?”

“No. It fits.” Humour weaved through his voice—deeper and cooler now, all grown up. “No one could ever win an argument with you. And I tried. It was fun.”

He’d been a menace. He’d taken such delight from getting a rise out of her. But even as children, talking with him had been addicting. There were so few who could match wits with her, even fewer who didn’t take it personally, who dusted themselves off after a rousing debate and stuck out their hand, a shake of respect for the good time. James Potter had been like that. It’s why she’d cornered him behind a tree in the park where they all used to play, just before his parents had packed up house and he’d left for boarding school. With his back against the tree bark, she’d pressed her lips against his and waited to see what he did with it.

He’d cupped her chin with both of his hands and pressed his lips harder against hers.

It was closed-mouths, mere seconds. A first for both of them.

But to this day, Lily’s knees still went weak when someone held her face.

Silly. Stupid. She talked about work to make the memory go away.

“A bit less fun now. It’s mostly forms and deadlines and”—she waved her hand around the room—“swotty, deadly dull networking conferences. I’m just out of school. I hardly do anything yet.”

“But you’re good at it,” James stated, definitive.

She didn’t bother to hide her preen. Was wary by how much pleasure she took out of his automatic confidence in her. “Yes. I’m very good at it.”

They stared at each other, grinning.

He had a girlfriend. Lily was certain of it. There was no way this man did not have a significant other. Or maybe there was a very good reason, because she knew absolutely nothing about him. She hadn’t seen him in thirteen years. Entire lives were lived in thirteen years. Who knew what kind of person he was now? He could cut a dashing figure, hold a conversation, but maybe he also cut up bodies in his flat for fun. Maybe he bit his toenails. Maybe he liked The Big Bang Theory. Maybe he drank milk straight from the carton and then put it back in the fridge.

“You didn’t grow up ugly, James Potter,” she said.

“I looked you up on Instagram a few times,” he replied immediately. “You never post pictures of yourself. But I like your cat.”

“His name is Bosley.”

“I know.”

Lily squinted at him. “What else do you know?”

Hazel eyes gleamed. “Interesting question.”

James Potter’s hands were much larger now. If he worked with his mum in her restaurant, they were probably rough—calloused from use, nicked with cuts and crevasses from an absent knife or oil burned too hot. Eleven-year-old James’s hands had been cool and soft. This James’s hands wouldn’t be.

Lily quelled a shiver.

“You—”

“James?” A server appeared out of the doorway behind him, looking frazzled. “They left behind a case of champagne. I don’t know how. The quiche is running low, and Darnell is feeling ill. What—”

“Send Darnell home. I’ll—” He let out a dissatisfied hum, glancing at Lily, then back at the server. His lips pulled into a frown. He swept a hand through his hair. “Sorry—”

Lily waved him off, though her spirits sank. “No, don’t be silly. Work calls. Feed the hungry. Go.”

He hesitated, his eyes skimming her. “Will you—we’re just catering the event tonight. Swotty and deadly dull, yeah? So you’ll probably skive as soon as you can.”

“No.” She didn’t have any reason to say it so firmly, so quickly. That was just the way it came out. “Work calls for me too. I’ll be here.”

“Yeah?” The frown righted slowly.

She couldn’t believe how ridiculous she was being. Maybe how ridiculous they were both being. She could be a serial killer, for all he knew. Did he not care for the health and safety of his own pretty little head?

Her plan had been to duck out of this conference opening mixer as soon as was physically possible. They were unbearable. That shouldn’t change.

“Yeah,” she said instead.

She was eleven years old, heart fluttering behind a tree. She was an idiot.

“Good.” His body turned, but he was still looking at her. He nodded and repeated, “Good.”

Lily lifted her hand. “Thanks for the hug. See you in thirteen years?”

He smiled. “Something like that.”

She watched his back as he turned through the doorway, stared at the familiar mop of hair until it disappeared around the next corner.

She pivoted on her heels slowly, feeling silly and prickly.

In her pocket, her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and absently glanced at the screen.

She laughed.

James Potter had requested to follow her on Instagram. And he sent her a message.

You didn’t grow up ugly either, Lily Evans, it read.

She was twenty-four years old, heart fluttering in the middle of a hotel.

She shook her head, and pressed ACCEPT.

[bakugohoex]

So theres this small little blip in the manga (no spoilers) where Jean dreams of having a family, do you think you could do this with his S/O and then he wakes up before they have to leave for Marley, and hes just so wonderstruck because it felt so real to him? Your Jean writing is just 💗💗💗

”it was the both of us, we were happy.”

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: fluff and slight manga spoilers 

word count: 1300+

a/n: hi, i kinda always end up reading a summary of a requets in my head and then branching into random shit but hopefully you like this, thank you so much for the support anon and thank you to @hedwigs-quills who swayed me to write a jean one shot

summary: in which on the ship to marley, jean has a dream about a family with you, as soon as he wakes up his need for it to occur overtakes him

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The broiling day smothered your faces, Jean outside on the balcony leaning against the frigid window provided some cool to the deep warmth. He stared out into the red and orange hues that cascaded through the sky, the deep ember providing a different type of comfort that he had never experienced. He gazed back through the window, your frame on the other side, letting air out but you sat on the opposite end.

His gaze had fallen onto your face, your eyes sparkling under the rays of golden beams. Your mouth twitching to a smile, the adoration you had on your face in a single moment. The few strands of your hair captivated your face, it framed you perfectively and with your legs crossed. He watched with your skirt riding up, the movement made his eyes graze across your smooth skins, your thighs pushing together.

The only thing that captivated him more than you was the soft plush fingers that trapped your own. The cooes and gargles that came from their mouth, the unkempt baby hairs and the dribble came from their mouth. The delicate baby had a soft tenderness when in your arms, you brought his baby boy into your face, kissing his cheek which produced a wide toothless smile.

Jean continued to watch the baby you had made with him, had created the little family that he had always dreamed about. You noticed him staring at his perfect wife and child, even with the beauty of the scarlet sky. The beauty of his family with the woman he loved was incomparable.

“Jean.” It was a soft whisper, holding your baby against your body.

He opened up the window more to let you creep onto the balcony, before putting his arms out, “come ‘ere.”

You complied, resting upon his thighs you had always loved to sit on, the baby looked so much like you both, the brown specs of hair and y/e/c eyes. Made him in an instant know that this was everything he had always wanted, always dreamt about. He kissed your temple, your head against his shoulder, you could feel the stubble brush against your own jaw in comfort.

The baby you both had created falling off into his own loose sleep, “I love you Y/n.” It was almost a whisper, but you turned to face the boy you had watched grow up and fall in love.

“I love you too.” His lips were soft on your neck, little whispers of sweet nothings. One firm grip on your waist and the other on you and the baby, he had fought for this, fought against the titans for his happily ever after. He would protect you and his new family for the rest of his life if it meant you both finally got the award from your suicidal sacrifice of comfort and peace.

The red hues become bluer and blacker, the soft snores erupting from your nose, it was comforting for Jean. He had waited for you to sleep before falling asleep himself, he just wanted to make sure you felt safe in his arms. Even if you never admitted it to the boy, the only place you truly felt safe was with him and your baby.

He watched the boy play and grab at your hair, a soft chuckle coming out as he brought his finger to the little ones much tinner ones. In an instant the boy grabbed a hold and he had found a new love that filled his heard even more than it had been before. The boy and his wife were his life and he’d be damned if titans came again to ruin what he had established. Another soft kiss into your hair, the smell of mango coming from your head engulphed his nose.

He finally tightened his hold on the two of you, he would protect you, that was his job. He would protect you, he wo…

The waves crashed against the stolen Marleyan ship; the smell of salt dusted under Jean’s nose. Your head rested against his body, his arms around your waist and heavy snores coming from your mouth. He stared down, a wide yawn after feeling his own body resting against the metal rails, he noticed you move yourself to feel even more encompassed between his arms and chest, your head resting against his broad chest.

Your other hand placed against around his neck lowly, you stayed curled up in his arms, he watched over you thinking about the dream he had just had. He had only woken up due to the splashing of a wave hitting the ship to rock it a bit. But even then, the dream, you and him, and the baby it felt too real. He looked out into the distance, once this was over, once you had won the war against humanity, he’d make his dream a reality. He promised himself that he would have the family he deserved with you.

Moving the stray strand of hair away from your face, you started to stir, your eyes widening at how he looked at you with love.” Hi baby.” You were a lot less tired but remained in his arms out of comfort.

“Hey princess.” He whispered kissing your temple just as he did in the dream. You felt the stubble near your jaw and feeling of it grazing across your face made your heart flutter.

“Your dream seemed intense.” You spoke yawning and wrapping your arms tighter against the boys body. He had fallen asleep first under the light blue almost pastel skies and seeing how concentrated he had looked it perked your interest.

“I had a dream.” He continued to look past you; his gaze fixated on the endpoint of it all.

You laughed at the obvious statement, “I’d hope you would have.”

He rolled his eyes shaking his head before speaking again, “it was the both of us, we were happy.”

You looked tenderly at your lover, he was picking up and remembering every last bit of his dream and you wanted to hear it all. “Why were we happy?”

He hadn’t been meeting your eyes, but at the question he finally looked into your delicate caring eyes. The fruitful tenderness you brought like a free element that engulphed all the horrors of Titans and only provided adoration. Taking in a sharp breath he began to explain the dream, explain every moment from the soft hues of the sky to the little fingers of your baby. To the way you dressed ad how even in his dreams you gave him the same love and comfort that you gave to him in real life.

“…I had a family with you.” He ended with and the smile that had fixated on your face had refused to leave. He watched your lack of speech; you were silent, and he was fearful that you didn’t want this with him. Even with the smile he was conflicted on it being a callous smile or a sorrowful smile where you would confess it was never going to happen with him.

Seeing the fear in his eyes, you brought your hand to cup his face, the stray hair grazing your palm and you softly kissed him. It was the same feeling in his dream, even more so with comfort and love. His lips tender and seethed with the taste of saltiness and sweat from the heat, you didn’t care though enjoying every last moment of it. After a couple seconds you finally departed and you could see him still worry, speaking the six words he had craved you to say, “I want a family with you.”

In an instant he knew what he was fighting for, why he was going to Marley in the first place, to beat them all and then, he would finally have the happiness he deserved. The happiness you both deserved together.

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