#no case no screen protect we die like kings

[pearlcatcher-problems]

huion is pretty good for art tablets while also not being terribly expensive! :o sorry about your current one though 😔

I didn't think I'd be so sad over losing this one tbh but man.... it got me through some nasty as heck times and gave me the tools I needed to get stuff out at the time. It's funny how a little object can collect so much emotion over time, it's just a piece of tech but man it was better than any journal.

I'll def give huion a peek once I get the energy to properly compare stuff! Fingers crossed I'll know what I'm doing by the end of the week for once

[luveline]

i love how you write roan 🥹🥹🥹 what if she sees reader upset about something (sad song or movie? not something super serious) and she cries because you’re sad and she doesn’t want you to be

ty for ur request ♡ fem!reader

Eddie lavishes like a king in the corner of the new couch. This is the life, he thinks, the sentiment strengthened by your foot warming under his thigh and Roan's entire body stretched out in his lap. 

He tucks her hair out of her face and presses a soft kiss behind her ear. He loves movie nights. A bowl of jiffy pop popcorn with extra butter and milk duds cools to his left, your body screwed up in a shape to his right. You're so endearing he's stopped being surprised by it, and Roan's his eternal love —he has the perfect girls for company every single day. 

"Eddie?" you whisper.

He and Roan both look at you. "Yeah?" 

"Does the–" You cover your mouth so Roan can't see. "Does the mommy seahorse die?" 

"You've never seen this movie before?" Roan asks. 

You drop your hand. "Well, I thought I did, but I guess I fell asleep last time?" You speak with your face turned toward them but your eyes on the TV screen, horror dawning in the pinch of your brows. "No way. No way!" 

What follows is a few long minutes of absolute silence as the movie progresses. The mommy seahorse, who's been sick the whole movie, says goodbye in a burst of colour. Eddie isn't sure if he loves watching something this sad with Roan this small, but he supposes she'll feel much worse than this as life goes on. Still, he hugs her nice and tight in case she needs it. She's been known to cry at movies: she cries every time the Part of Your World song plays in The Little Mermaid. 

Eddie's cried a couple of times with her. 

He's a little surprised when she tears up, though. Looking down at her with pursed lips, Eddie rubs the length of her arm, silky pyjamas cold under his palm. "It's okay," he whispers, pulling her to his chest. "Don't be sad, Ro, it's just a movie." 

Roan shakes her head, her shoulders shaking as she crawls out of his lap and into yours. You let your knee drop to accept her. Eddie's slightly offended until the TV screen goes white and the tears running down your cheeks shine in clarity. 

"Baby," he says with a snort. 

You laugh yourself as Roan sniffles in your lap. "Hey, what's the matter?" you ask her. 

"You're crying," Roan says. 

"You're crying." You sniffle and wipe her cheeks with your thumbs. "We're silly, huh?" 

Roan isn't perturbed by the movie, it's your crying that's affecting her. She does as you'd done, wiping your cheeks dry with her hands before enclosing your shoulders in short arms. "Don't cry, mom. It gets better at the end of the movie. They find the starstone." 

You sniff and laugh, your foot shifting from under Eddie as you fold yourself around Roan, almost protectively. "Are you crying 'cos I'm crying? Princess, they're just movie tears. I'm a softie." 

"She's a huge softie," Eddie says, lost for what to do besides sit there and watch. 

"Are you okay?" Roan asks. 

"Baby, I'm fine. It's only a sad movie. I'm okay, I promise." You smile widely. "See?" 

Eddie decides nobody is in any real emotional distress, grabbing the popcorn bowl. "You know," —his words stagger as he gets distracted digging for milk duds— "we should start watching other stuff if you guys are gonna fall apart. You're gonna have headaches and I'm gonna have to take care of you both. We could watch one of my tapes–" 

"No, dad," Roan says firmly. "No way." 

"Which tape? I love you, Eddie, I really love you, but I can't watch your bootleg of Live in Irvine again this week. I'm all Metallica'd out." 

"Hey." He holds his hands up. "Whatever." 

You and Roan share a guilty laugh. "Maybe I could watch it one more time," Roan says. 

"You just feel bad for hurting my feelings." 

Roan shakes her head, dark hair bouncing around her cheeks. "That's not true, daddy." 

He puts the bowl of popcorn on Roan's play table and leans back, arms over the backs of the sofa with forearms hanging down, cool. He raises his eyebrows at his pouting daughter.

"I– I actually like Metallica," Roan says, an arm behind your neck, her cheek brushing your cheek. 

You make a pleased humming sound and nuzzle your cheeks together. "Me too." 

Liars. "So we can watch it tonight?" he asks. 

You whisper something in Roan's ear. 

"Um, no. Y/N's too sad from the movie. I think you need to make her feel better, with, uh…" You whisper again. Roan's eyes widen with understanding. "With The Little Mermaid!" 

"Oh, awesome, so we're gonna cry all night?" Eddie asks. 

He gets up to put it in the TV. You drag yourself to his side in the corner of the couch and the three of you smush together into a bundle of warmth under a big throw blanket. When Roan cries during Part of Your World, you shush her and dry her cheeks affectionately. Eddie can't help laughing. He loves you both, but you're such gigantic softies it's unreal. 

"Would you still fall in love with me if I could speak?" you whisper. On screen, Prince Eric tells Ariel she can't be the one after all, her voice taken by the evil sea witch. 

Eddie can't see your face, his head resting on yours. Each word you speak vibrates up. "Of course I would." 

"My pick up lines were half the selling point," you argue. 

You're a flirt sometimes, he'll give you that. "I'd love you even if you had a fish tail instead of legs. Eric doesn't know how good he's got it. I'd miss your voice." He draws a short line down your arm with his marriage fingertip. "But you'd still be my Y/N." 

"That's Disney cheesy," you say with a scoff. 

But. You weasel your arm around Roan's front to hug him, too. Gentle, you press a kiss to the slope leading down from his neck. His flirting was cheesy for sure, and it worked like a charm. 

[randomnameless]

I stumbled across one of your posts from a while ago where, in the tags, you compared Seteth caring more about Rhea telling Byleth the truth than whether or not she was safe at the end of Silver Snow to Kaze defecting to Nohr because of Corrin, in terms of the awfulness of the avatar worship.

While i agree with the former case being bad, i actually think that Kaze's defection is much more well-justified than Seteth suddenly caring more about Byleth than Rhea.

A fundamental part of Kaze's backstory and character is that he feels an immense amount of guilt for failing to save Corrin from being kidnapped by Nohr when he was supposed to be guarding them, to the point of said guilt getting him killed in Birthright if he doesn’t learn to move past his regrets and focus on the present by having a heart-to-heart with Corrin in their A-support; that, coupled with the fact that he only joins after personally witnessing Corrin go out of their way to avoid killing enemy soldiers, which concinces him that Corrin's plan to change Nohr from the inside in order to make it more a more peaceful place is true, makes it less avatar worship and more just a natural development for Kaze's estabilished character, imo.

Where i do think his motivation starts faltering is that the game doesn't really put in enough effort to address Kaze's feelings after Corrin's plan falls through and they have to go to war against Hoshido; the closest it gets to that is having him tell Corrin that siding with Hoshido wouldn't necessarily have been the best choice and that both Nohr and Hoshido think that they're fighting for the sake of justice in Chapter 17 of Conquest: (jp version, translated by fateswartable)

Kamui: ….

Suzukaze: Lady Kamui…

Kamui: Sorry, Suzukaze. Joining me must be painful for you.

Suzukaze: N- No, that’s…!

Kamui: Saizou, Kagerou… And all of the Hoshido shinobi defeated today… If I chose another path, we could have fought together.

Suzukaze: …That’s right. But, that doesn’t necessarily mean that’s the right way. Both Hoshido and Nohr too are fighting for justice. That’s something everyone should know. Even brother, surely.

Kamui: Yes… Thank you, Suzukaze…

While Kaze growing to think of Nohr as also fighting for it's own justice through his time living in the country, causing him to choose to fight for it over Hoshido, is an interesting direction to take his character in, it's kinda undercut by the fact that, not only does this development happen entirely off-screen, but that Kaze has no presence in Conquest's plot afterwards; the game never develops or expands on his newfound motivation after Chapter 17, forcing players to just settle for a throwaway line and the fact that he still feels bad for failing to protect Corrin as the only reasons why he's willing to fight and kill his own brother and former allies.

It's underdeveloped, to be sure, but i wouldn't call it a flaw caused by avatar worship, and certainly not as bad as Seteth, out of nowhere, not giving a fuck about Rhea's safety or location and only caring about her insofar as what she can tell Byleth about their origins.

Oh !

TBH, Fates's avatar wanking looks.... tame, compared to FE16 Supreme Leader wanking and Billy wanking.

But it's still... there.

I was re-reading the RD battle/talk quotes from Part 3, where Miccy's army and Ike's army fight, and how some people choose to fight against others for, uh, reasons -

Some Daien people are fighting because their king does, some do because the believe in Miccy and, well, some (Nailah, Kurth and Rafiel) know the truth, and how Miccy can't back down, else her people will die.

Nohr fighting for its own Justice in CQ always felt, well. Corrin saved Kaze, and wants to change Nohr from the inside.

However, in CQ (my mind is foggy?) Nohr is, iirc, invading Hoshido. It's not like a war where someone wants to erase someone else or pissed on a diplomatic proposal asking for reparations for a genocide, nope. In FE14, Nohr kills the Hoshidan Queen, and in CQ, well, conquers/invades Hoshido.

Even if Kaze learnt and witnessed how Nohrians aren't baby eating monsters in their everyday life (save for iago) why and how is them invading Hoshido any form of "justice"? Mc Guffin here and there means Gooron has to sit on the Hoshidan throne to turn into goo - and yet, even if deposing Gooron is the best thing to do to change Nohr from the inside, how can this (invasion to depose) be justified and bought by a Hoshidan as "Justice" and acceptable?

Maybe I'm too used to the FE14 lolcalisation, but Kaze pulling the "justice" card here is oddly reminiscent of Tru Piss Sylvain (I think?) who says they can't reason with the Kingdom they're invading because each party fights for their beliefs like Faerghus just wanting to exist

If Kaze became a green unit like Aerone or Gale (in FE6 iirc?) and died due to Iago Iago-ing or Hans Hans-ing I'd have prefered it to him joining on Conquest because of his guilt regarding Corrin and "witnessing him sparing soldiers". And yet, buying the "everyone fights for their own justice" and choosing Norh is, idk, strange. Maybe it would have been better if, as you said, his change of heart wasn't off-screen...

Coming from FE10 to FE14 was already kind of ultra meh in terms on dealing with the unit that became a turncoat, but FE16 takes it to new heights.

So yeah, I was exaggerating when I compared the Billy worship to Kaze lol, but I thought about it because it's the only pair of siblings I remember where an avatar inserts themselves in an existing relationship and effectively severs it.

Seteth not giving any fucks about Rhea (and to some extent, Flayn too, she's not mentionned in their A-S support, when, maybe shipping googles make a bit biased, his support with Manu talking about remarriage mention his daughter!) is completely wild, but just like everything in FE16, characters, the plot and the lore can be forgotten and torn apart if it means the player can be pandered to, via Billy or Supreme Leader.

[cassatine]

I love love love hearing you talk about the bastard thing and how it was legit never about legitimacy but the throne. So many people seem to debate genetics and how they COULD be laenor’s kids etc but I feel like it totally misses the point

Thank you it is my lil’ hill to camp out and die on… it's like, sure, some things are up to interpretation, but not that one. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: it could hardly be more obvious that the kids’ legitimacy was never the problem. It’s in the fucking text ffs… Otto & Hobert were already having their lil discussions about putting Aegon on the throne when he was two and Rhaenyra was still years away from being married or having kids… Otto straight up tells Alicent that Rhaenyra could have been Jaehaerys reborn and it wouldn’t have changed shit because she was born without a dick also before she even got married or had kids. How those scenes went over so many heads I don’t fucking know, but it’s kind of amazing how people can look at something that’s clearly meant to be an indictment of the patriarchy and still go… ok ok but listen… what if… what if the text is really meant to be read with the fake patriarchal medievish mores in mind?? What if the issue really is the kids' legitimacy?

The brain rot is so bad, we could have a Greek chorus looking at the camera, telling the audience “it has nothing to do with legitimacy and everything to do with patriarchal structures & the Hightower patriarchs thirsting for power” and people would STILL be like, but but but how can the chorus be reliable?? Don’t the fake patriarchal medievish mores say sex out of wedlock is dishonorable whore behavior and bastards are by nature wanton and treacherous??

The fake patriarchal medievish mores also say you shouldn’t break guests rights, or kinslay, and that protecting people who did such things is bad, all things the people who point the finger at a woman having consensual sex out of wedlock with one (1) dude that isn’t her gay husband don’t seem to care overly much about for some reason -- don't even start me on how fucking yikes it is that people are like "well clearly Rhaenyra & Laenor didn't try hard enough they didn't do their quote unquote duty :((".

And lmao people are bringing genetics into it?? Missing the point indeed. I love to push the watsonian approach to its limits as much as anyone else but ffs, HotD isn’t. like. the real world. What we see is what the people telling the story chose to show and if they’d wanted us to think for even a hot second that maybe the kids were Laenor’s, the hints would have been on the fucking screen: the Velaryons would have been white, Rhaenys would have had her dark Baratheon hair like in F&B, Harwin wouldn’t have had that scene holding baby Joffrey, Rhaenyra wouldn’t have had that scene telling Jace “you’re Targs and that’s what matters” -- nor would she have told Daemon “yeah Laenor and I tried and it didn’t work,” etc etc.

And in any case…: if the kids had been Laenor's, then Otto & Hobert & co would just have pulled a different card, such as: well Laenor is super gay so how do we know the kids aren’t quote unquote deviants as well, can’t have a gay King in the future can we? Or: well Laenor is super gay so how do we know the kids actually aren’t some other Velaryon’s kids, Rhaenyra was spotted talking to Vaemond for more than two minutes twice in the last ten years, isn’t it sus? Etc etc -- and of course, they could always have defaulted to the classic “well Rhaenyra doesn’t have a dick so she clearly isn’t qualified to rule.”

[kaythefloppa]

Anti Cassarian Post

TW: Mentions of abuse, drugging, assault/rape, pedophillia, incest, and proshitting (this will VERY much play into the topic)

Anytime I see some fuck-wad make a long thread or comment about why Cassarian isn’t a proship, or why its supporters are “victims of harassment from the anti’s and uWu” the only thing that comes into my mind are these images (if they’re different sizes, sorry)

My main argument against this ship is that Cassandra a 26 year old woman, and Varian is a 17 year old boy. That alone should be any good reason not to ship this. However an additional reason as to why this ship should die in hell is because Cassandra abuses Varian a lot throughout the series and this is the BIGGEST and by far the worst case for this. @rachelbethhines mentioned it in her review of Cassandra’s Revenge, and I feel the need to credit her for bringing this info to life, but Cassandra [off-screen] assaults Varian and knocks him out, and then proceeds to drug him in his sleep, and then coerces him once he wakes up. Not to mention he proceeds to re-imprison him and hold him over a far ledge where any attempt at escape would lead to his doom.

There have been MANY situations where someone will get their partner drunk in order to get them under the influence and do things that they wouldn’t agree on doing if they were sober. This is often called the “date-rape” and yes, it is illegal (or at least I very much HOPE it is). 

And before I get any comments on how “Duh, that’s the point, she’s the villain,” the show tried to paint her as sympathetic and she receives no consequences for this, nor does Varian get any form of justice for what she does to him or his home. Cassandra is and always will be Varian’s abuser and nothing can or will erase that. What’s also sick is that in the 2nd-to-last episode, Varian is shamed by Rapunzel for wanting to use a weapon to protect Corona from Cassandra. Y’know, after 5 episodes ago, she smiled at doing bodily damage to him, and one episode later, he mind-wiped his father, aunt and uncle. So we have the case of a victim wanting to stand up for themselves but being shot down by someone who has enabled said abuser.

And y’all still ship them?!??

“But there’s always the future where-”

NO.

If you have to age a canonically underage character up to ship them with a canonically adult character, you missed the point of why shipping them is wrong, and the point I made above, wouldn’t absolve this ship’s shittiness.

“But Rapunzel and Flynn had an age ga-”

FUCKING. NO.

Rapunzel and Eugene were both consenting adults who grew to understand each other and neither tried to abuse one another (at least in the film).

If you have to use the existence of another ship to justify your bad ship, guess what? That doesn’t absolve your ship as being bad! Especially if it’s a proship. You could easily just not ship it at all. It’s basic fucking logic.

“It’s fictional.”

That... literally does not mean anything. At all. Shipping minors with adults is still pedophillia and [hopefully] hella illegal. Fiction affects reality. There’s a reason we put trigger warnings on movies, tv episodes, or even fan-fics (assuming that you are actually considerate of people’s triggers unlike *SOME* people). There’s a reason why some topics like incest are never used at all (for example, the Lion King films had to re-write their stories to avoid incest in the final cut). Because fiction is a product of, and therefore affects reality. A child, or anyone impressionable in general, does not need to see fan-art of a child marrying an adult who previously tried to crush him to death. 

Imagine if someone who is a victim of pedophillia saw people shipping someone their age with an adult and defending it to the high heavens. Or if someone at the age of 20, or an adult in general saw people comfortable with shipping someone their age with a literal child. When you truly open up your eyes, this is actually a dangerous ship to support in a fandom filled with minors. 

Cassandra x Varian has the same problem as Chris Kratt x Martin Kratt. It’s downright abusive, offensive to people who have gone through similar situations, and the glorification of these ships can lead to impressionable minors mimicking these pairings and thinking it is OK. And worst of all, it’s usually adults who ship this. Like, human beings with fully developed cortexes, and one of the few creatures with the ability to speak and all you’re here doing is pairing an adult with a kid, or shipping two real-life brothers and making art-work of them? (I’ll give Cassarian credit that I am yet to stumble across any R34 art of them and I wish to keep it that way)

So bottom-line, Cassarian is a toxic ship, not only because it is a proship (pedophillia) but because it ships a victim of physical and psychological abuse, with their abuser.

The creator, Chris Sonnenburg himself even claimed that Cassandra loves Varian “as a friend.” Even though I call BS on the idea that Cassandra was ever a “friend” to Varian, or that Varian would reciporicate anything Cassandra throws at him (y’know that isn’t the embodiment of death), I do find some relief that this ship is offically non-canon and I hope the rumors of a storyboard artist confirming a ship are nothing more than false rumors (if not, I am genuinely going to burn my computer /hyp)

I frankly do NOT care if I get cancelled or sub-tweeted for this. I’ve been holding in this rage for soo fucking long and it’s time I get it out now because this needs to be said.

TLDR: STOP FUCKING SHIPPING CHILDREN WITH ADULTS WHO ABUSE THEM

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Conventional Weirdness

My first? one bed! Link to ao3 Heads up, it's smut. Penelope/Luke WC: 2,729

They were all doubling up, the hotel booked full. Vegas was like that during convention season, they were lucky to get the rooms they had on such short notice (and on the bureau’s dime). If Reid and Tara weren’t away at a conference in California, they might have been struggling, but as it was, six agents and three rooms wasn’t a terribly bad ratio. 

Rossi and Matt were pared up since both snored and JJ and Emily were sharing a suite, which left Luke and Penelope to the last available room. It was a large suite with one King sized bed and a couch in a sitting room. Sleeping arrangements had been left up to each duo to work out on their own. Ever the gentleman, Luke insisted Penelope take the bed and he would take the couch. However, upon entering the room they ran into one small problem. 

The couch had been removed that morning for ~cleaning~. 

One phone call to the front desk assured them them a replacement would be back the next morning, but for now, they were left with one bed between the two of them.

It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed, Alvez.” she said and if a voice could roll it’s eyes, hers certainly was. 

It wasn’t his fault, it’s not like he caused the couch to need removal AND he was offering an alternative. 

“No, it’s fine, really, I can take the floor.” he said in a way he hoped conveyed that it really was fine. He wasn’t trying to make her uncomfortable and he wasn’t upset about it, he’d slept in worse places. But like a switch, those words flipped something inside her.

"OH NO. No you don’t! That is way too close to the exact thing Derek said the last time I was in this situation. AND THEN I had to watch someone die in front of me. Literally in my hands. No. I am NOT repeating that. No. You sleep in this bed too, or neither of us sleeps at all.” 

It came pouring out so fast she’d surprised herself. Where did that come from? 

His mouth twitched at the flare. “The last time? How many times have you worked it so that you were sleeping with an agent, Garcia?” He was going for levity, when what he really wanted was to ask if she was ok, but he knew the answer. She was an office mouse, she wasn’t a field agent. She signed up for fighting the good fight virtually, from a distance, far away from the real and the visceral. Seeing something on a screen was one thing, feeling it, touching it, causing it was another. The things she’d experienced constantly surprised him. It pained him to know what she’d had to deal with, even if he didn’t know the specifics, things like that affected you, scared you. Maybe that’s why he felt so protective of her when she did have to join them out in the field, combat the scars. 

“I didn’t do this! God, you’re so conceited. What do you think I’m going to do, make a move on you? Please. Grow up.” she said making a face. Then, thinking better, “OH!” she gasped “Ohmygosh. Is this about Lisa? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about that. Really, Luke I…” And she let it die out, because she didn’t want to sleep alone in that room, in that bed, out on a case. She was feeling sudden panic over her Alaskan experience.  

“What? No, Garcia, I was messing with you.” and then more cautiously, “It’s understandable that this could be a triggering situation for you. It’s fine. We can share the bed.” He’d told the team about he and Lisa’s break up a few weeks ago, he didn’t see how it was relevant to this situation. 

Though, Lisa would have other thoughts. She thought he lived at work, hid there. Preferred it there.  She said she thought some part of him would rather be there than with her and he fought against that accusation because some part of him knew she was right. He did prefer to be at work. He hated that she was right because of what that said about him. That he liked the violence, that he enjoyed chasing these people. To be around that, over in bed with her? 

But that’s not what it was. It was the team, the people he was with, they had become his family, there was no one he enjoyed being around more besides Roxie. No one who understood him better. Maybe that was his fault, but his work wasn’t something he would want to subject anyone to. Just like he felt it wasn’t something Garcia should be subjected to. Which, not that he wanted to think about it right now, but that was another point of contention in their relationship. His with Garcia.  “Now that that’s settled, I’m going to make use of that VERY spacious bathroom, get changed and get ready for bed. If you plan on changing out here, let me know so we don’t have any more awkward surprises.” Luke rolled his eyes grinning “I think I’ll just wait, Garcia.” He watched her gather some things from her suitcase and disappear behind the door, her absence naturally bringing her to the forefront of his mind. That other reason in a list of reasons why he and Lisa simply weren’t working out. She’d asked him once to give her a reason to stay. If he hadn’t been so distressed, so torn up and lost at sea, he’s not sure anymore if he would have. She probably would have brought up The Penelope Thing. Because she brought it up every time. Why was Phil no match for Penelope? Why was he refusing to set up his best friend with his co-worker when he was perfectly happy to set up another one (Tara) with someone he talked to less frequently and didn’t know as well? 

Lisa saw through it. Even after asking her to move in he was still standing with one foot out the door, a half commitment. Prentiss had been right, but not for the reasons she thought. He was unable to be whole because part of him had been taken by someone else, by Penelope, the person he’d been drawn to since his first day. Somehow over time his game of falling into her good graces had turned serious. Notice me, need me, want me. Like I want you.  Something he wouldn’t let himself acknowledge overtly, something that was only acceptable as a vague fuzzy notion just past the horizon. He’d worked to become her friend, his coworker. He’d worked to build this very specific relationship, one that was fragile in it’s nature because of the nature of it’s roots. And though he sometimes got the sense that this could be deeper, more for her too, he wouldn’t inspect it, wouldn’t expect it. “You ok there? You look like someone ran off with Roxie.” she re-emerged, as if manifested by his thoughts, watching him through the doorway. True to her nature, Penelope was just as cutely done up for bed as she was for work, save for hair and makeup. “Huh?” he’d been staring off into the swirls of the carpet, deep in thought. “Yeah. No, uh. Just thinking about the case.” 

She walked from the bathroom to the armchair she’d placed her suitcase on. Rolling up her used dress and tucking it into the side of the case she continued, looking at him over her shoulder. “Look, I don’t want this to be weird, ok? I believe we’re perfectly capable of sharing this incredible looking bed and not making it weird.” He got up off the bed and gathered his things, “Chica, I’m not concerned.” pressing a kiss to her cheek as he passed by, leaving her with a flutter in her stomach and a tickle where his lips had brushed her skin, slipping behind the door.  Exiting the bathroom Luke found Penelope wasted no time, snuggled comfortably in bed reading from a tablet, “her” side having been claimed. “I hope you don’t mind being closer to the door, because I got here first and I’m partial to the window side. Well any side that’s farthest from the door, actually.” She said grinning up at him. “Whatever you want works for me, I’m beat.”

Luke was re-packing clothing and toiletries, not wanting to leave anything out and about. Penelope watched him as he did, carefully folding and stacking, everything in a particular place. She wasn’t a profiler, but she did enjoy observing peopler’s habits and really, when was she ever going to get this opportunity again? Watching him walk towards her, no, the bed. Not her.  From over her glasses she went on. “Anything I should know about you before we tuck in, Newbie?”

“Like what?” he asked, pulling back the covers, and sliding into “his” side. 

“Like, do you sleep with your eyes open? Are you a thrasher or sleep talker? Oooh are you going to tell me all your deep dark secrets?” she said, eyes lighting up. 

“There’s not a chance in hell I’d ever tell you a secret, Garcia. Even while sleeping.”

“Ah! Rude.” she huffed turning back to her book, but a small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

It was weird. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t weird, but it was weird. She was weird. That meant-nothing-kiss, his movements. The second he was in the bed with her, all earth and herb and spice, and that heather gray t-shirt he was wearing that just looked so soft. Heather gray always looked soft, touchingly soft. The second he climbed into bed next to her she went stiff, unsure how to breathe and not wanting to move a muscle, hyperaware of any sound or sweep she may make. Don’t cross the invisible line. She wanted to adjust, to curl up on her side and read, but if she faced him he might think she was trying to cuddle with him or something and if she turned away from him he might think she was mad. Why did she care what he thought? Because he’s her teammate and they need to have a good working relationship. Duh.

She laid there for a bit, concentration broken. Trying hard to refocus on her book, drawn away from it by the beautiful face and delicious smell next to her. She could feel the softness of her skin above her and the pressure and taught-ness of muscle beneath, unable to disregard the other person in the bed. And then a rustle of sheets that could break sound barriers filled her ears, the bed dipping a little more towards the center as Luke rolled over. Towards her. Well if he could do it so could she. Penelope turned defiantly towards him, wiggling a little as she re-adjusted, raising an eyebrow and glancing over to see if he was watching. All she caught was a smirk, his eyes carefully trained on the paperback rolled up in his hands. He dog-eared the page and closed it, reaching behind himself to set it on the night stand. 

“Mind if I turn out the light?” his voice was warm and light and soft and creamy, like this was no problem, like he’d talked to her a thousand times in spaces more intimate. What gave him the right to be so at ease while she was feeling like a cat on summer asphalt?    

She was nervous to look at him, afraid of her body betraying her if she met those eyes with that voice in this place. Deciding not to look up,“Miracles of technology, tablet’s backlit.” she attempted brushing him off, but it just came out quiet and brittle. 

Luke gave her a funny look before switching off the light, tucking a hand under his pillow, and closing his eyes. Didn’t want it to be weird, huh? He was just glad there was enough room for things to not be noticed should they be weird in the morning.

At some point in the night her legs reached out tangling with his and Luke’s arm found it’s way to her back, holding her. Neither would have been aware except for the moan that woke them both, the moan that came from Penelope’s grinding contact with his thigh. She stilled, eyes ripping open in the pitch room, any pleasure gained while unconscious now dead from shame. His arm locked in place, not bringing her closer but making it hard to back off. Neither could see the other’s face. 

Penelope’s mind flooded, damning her subconscious and her imagination that were bad enough while she was awake, and simply awful when she was asleep, hoping against hope he hadn’t woken up, focusing intently for any sign that he might not have heard her, that that dream sound hadn’t escaped the confines of slumber into the waking world. 

But it had, and he was. Luke’s thoughts raced, mentally flipping through every possible reason, every possible scenario, every way this could go, every way he could handle it, every way he should, and every way he wanted to. He knew she wasn’t sleeping, he could feel it, could hear it, in the thump of her heart on his outstretched palm. Did he slacken his hold and let it go? Did he say something? Did he say something? “Penelope” that warm, soft sound breaking through the air-conditioned silence, that velvet cream heating her skin under already hot covers. Low and quiet and fucking dripping. She slammed her eyes tight at it, stalling her breath. Damn it. Damn this. Damn him. Damn me.

His hand slid, pressure releasing to land feather light from her back to the small dip in her side, drumming. “Penelope, I know you’re awake.” weighing his words carefully, “In the name of ‘not being weird’, we could ignore this…but a pretty smart lady told me once to be in the moment and, I’m finding the longer we lay here, the more I’d like to be in this moment.” Was he seriously using her own words to persuade her right now? As if this was the same as a name? But he'd said he wants this, and after that dream there was no use lying to herself any more.

She tentatively slid her hands to his chest in response. “I think she’s probably more than just pretty and smart…” 

Starting off at a languid pace, she built herself back up, hips beginning a dip and swivel, his grip instinctively tightening at the crash and slip of her, fingertips digging into fabric.

When she fell into a rhythm he added his own beat, slowly threading his leg in and out and up against her, tensing his runner-toned quads to give her something beautiful and firm to play against.  Hand slipping under cotton top, dragging over fleshy side, her sighs increasing with speed. Nimble palms slipping across plump breast, dexterous fingers pushing rings around hot skin, pinching and rolling, her head falling away losing herself to sensation, gripping the oh, so soft heather gray, gasping as she rocked harder “Lu- ohmyg- L-” until he was seizing her hips leading her, fabric and wet friction and labored breaths driving her over. 

“That’s it, come on,” whispering encouragements through gulps. Her leg curling around his, everything low constricting. Harder, shallower, faster he moved her, until her words were nothing but high pitches of air painting the wide ceiling. She curled, crying out his name, thigh squeezing thigh, he shuddered grunting, and a flood of warm dampened them both. 

Luke reached out pulling her in,Penelope still pitching against him full lips suddenly touching hers, shift unyielding but gentle, sedate. A calm and full, devoted kind of kiss relaxed against her, taking her by surprise at it’s tenderness. He stopped, breaking away, “Shit. Sorry. I should have- if that- was that ok?” broke between the oxygen he was desperately trying to inhale, obviously suffering from a lack of it.   

Her hand had been resting on his chest, she could feel his heart thundering under it. “We just did a whole zero-penitration-impulsive-mutual-masturbation-thing and you’re asking if it was ok to kiss me?” The hand on his chest slid up his neck, palming his cheek, fingertips brushing ear, “Oh, Newbie, how embarrassing for you.” she teased angling back in. Both shook into their next kiss with silent laughter, Luke’s arms tight around her, Penelope delicately exploring the face she’d been avoiding for so long. 

[spencers-renaissance]

Shovel Talk

Summary: Hotch and Emily find out about Derek's relationship with Spencer and decide it's time for a chat.

Tags: fluff, humour, est. rel., protective!derek, emily, and hotch, relationship reveal, mentions of past hurt spencer

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

Inspired by this post by @penemily that I couldn't stop thinking about. Honestly I love this fic so much lol.

Derek isn’t quite sure how he’s found himself in a vacant office after hours, crowded into an office chair with broken wheels as the two most intimidating FBI agents he knows stand over him.

“Either of you want to tell me what the hell’s going on?” Derek asks, bewildered by how quickly his evening had changed. One minute he’s sneaking looks at Spencer over his computer screen, and the next he’s hauled off to a private room like some sort of hostage.

He’s not scared, but he’s definitely a little pissed off. It’s nearing 10pm and all he wants to do is go home with Spencer, curl up on the sofa and eat take-out in front of the TV as they celebrate closing a case in their own way. He used to celebrate by going out for a drink, falling into bed with a stranger if the opportunity arose, but a quiet evening on the sofa with his boy in his arms is surprisingly satisfying these days.

Hotch raises an eyebrow. “We know,” he says simply, something fierce behind his words.

Derek’s heart skips a beat. It’s not hard to figure out what it is he’s talking about. He and Spencer had started dating a couple of months ago but had decided to keep it under wraps for now; something so young and beautiful was too precious to expose to all the inevitable eventual complications just yet. They’re so ridiculously smitten, though, that he’s not exactly surprised two profilers paying close attention had figured it out.

Ignoring the quietly humming nerves starting up in his stomach, he mirrors Hotch’s raised eyebrow, trying not to look as affected as he feels. “So… what? You wait for Spencer to go to the bathroom to lure me to an empty office to beat me up?”

“Maybe,” Emily replies, voice dry.

Behind the nerves and the posturing, Derek can’t feel a small twinge of hurt. “Look, guys, we expected it to be a bit of a shock, but we thought you’d at least be happy for us—”

“It’s not a shock,” Hotch interrupts.

“What?”

“It’s not a shock,” Emily repeats. “Everyone saw this coming a mile off. We’re not surprised.”

Now, he’s even more lost. “Look, can you guys just sit down? You towering over me is creeping me out, man.”

“Good,” Hotch says easily.

Irritation takes over, and he stands up. “You know what, if you’re gonna be funny about it, I don’t actually have to be here.”

Before he can actually make to leave, though, Hotch is shoving him back down into the chair, old metal and plastic creaking under the force of his caught-off-guard body hitting it again. “Stay.”

“What is going on?” Derek explodes. Maybe under different circumstances he’d be able to profile the situation but as it stands, he’s stressed and confused, desperate only to be allowed to leave this dark, cramped room and take Spencer back to his place. It almost surprises him that all he craves in such a weird and unfamiliar situation is cuddles and a nature documentary, but he’s been with Spencer long enough for it to be approaching normal. The younger man’s probably back at his desk by now, wondering where he is, and Derek would hate for him to be worried. He just wants to go home.

“Derek, we are happy for you and Spencer,” Emily finally explains. “But we couldn’t in good conscience let this go on without having a… chat.” Her face twists into the faux charming expression he’s watched her use to disarm unsubs countless times. It stings a little that she’s using it on him.

He splutters a little as a realisation dawns on him, equal parts bemused and offended. “This is… this is a shovel talk!”

“Yes,” Hotch says with a straight face, his expression tight and intimidating as he tilts his head to the side slightly, clearly entirely unaffected by Derek’s emotions. “This is a shovel talk.”

Derek feels himself relax, tension easing slightly. “Guys, I appreciate the sentiment, but Spencer’s my boyfriend; nobody wants to protect him more than I do. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m pretty sure we could give you a run for your money,” Emily says, her expression quickly transforming into something far more dangerous and challenging than only moments previously. “Spencer has something every single member of this team would die to protect. And if you get in our way, then we’re going to have a problem.”

“Emily, what, we’re friends.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, shrugging easily, “and I love you. But Spencer is my little brother, and I would do anything to stop him from getting hurt. As long as you don’t interfere with my primary mission, we’ll be fine.”

Hotch speaks before Derek can get a word in. “Derek, I knew Spencer long before you did. I remember the first time Gideon brought him to one of our lunches, and I saw something in him that made my heart ache. It didn’t take me long to realise that what I saw were the scars left by incredible deep-seated pain. Spencer has been through hell and back throughout his life, and he’s been hurt repeatedly by people who were supposed to protect him, including Gideon. I would do anything to prevent him from getting hurt by someone like that again, you hear me? Anything.”

As confusing as this all is, Derek can’t help but feel touched by Hotch’s earnest, emotional speech. Most of his nightmares these days revolve around Spencer getting hurt, and it’s kind of reassuring to know that he has so many people in the world who will stop at nothing to prevent those horrible dreams from spiralling into reality.

He can’t help but smile a little. “I’m glad he has you two,” Derek says honestly, looking between them, “but I can assure you that if I ever hurt Spencer for some unfathomable reason, your services wouldn’t be needed. I would hate myself enough for all three of us.” Even just considering the hypothetical possibility of hurting Spencer makes his stomach turn: it’s enough for him to know that he wouldn’t need Hotch and Emily to hold him accountable to that, his own self-loathing would be punishment enough.

It seems to appease Hotch and Emily, who Derek realises look sort of like intimidating twin mafia bosses standing over him like this, and they finally step back a little, posture relaxing.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” Emily says, smiling for real this time. “Get your boy and get home. It’s getting late, you know.”

He rolls his eyes at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Oh, and Derek,” Hotch says, laying a hand on his shoulder, turning him before he can leave, a genuine smile on his face too, “I am actually happy for you and Spencer.”

Derek grins at that. He really is a lucky, lucky man. “Thanks, Hotch.”

“What was that about?” Spencer asks, his features twisting in curiosity as Derek makes his way across the bullpen to his boyfriend, Hotch and Emily emerging from the same room moments later.

Derek doesn’t answer properly, laughing instead. “You got some good friends, you know that?”

Spencer nods, still looking a little confused, but clearly deciding to let it go as he slings his messenger bag across his body, standing up from his desk. Derek slings an arm around Spencer’s shoulders, leading him towards the exit as his insides twist at the adorable blush that colours Spencer’s cheeks so prettily.

“Derek,” he hisses, “shouldn’t we be leaving separately?”

“I think it’s a little late for that,” he chuckles, looking over his shoulder. Spencer does the same, blushing even fiercer as he spots Hotch and Emily leaning against the railing, overlooking the bullpen with all-knowing looks on their faces.

“Oh my god,” Spencer mumbles, clearly embarrassed, but Derek just laughs again as they leave the bullpen and approach the elevators.

“Come on, pretty boy,” he sighs happily, sliding the arm around his shoulders to rest at his waist, fingertips pressing into the small frame of the boy he’s already falling in love with. “Let’s get you home. That penguin documentary awaits.”

“You’re gonna watch Emperors and Kings with me?” Spencer’s happy exclamation and the delighted expression on his face only warms his heart further, and in that moment he decides that he wants a happy Spencer and another nature documentary within his reach for the rest of his life.

Surprisingly, it’s not as terrifying a thought as it might once have been.

(If Derek thinks the shovel talk from Hotch and Emily is bad, though, it’s nothing compared to the one he gets from Penelope. By the end of the next day, he’s somehow reduced to tears that are both happy and the product of extreme terror, on the receiving end of a ‘baby girl’ ban for keeping it from her for so long. In the end, he decides that it’s probably an alright price to pay for everything beautiful that his life has blossomed into over the last few months.)

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[badateverythingcoven]

King’s Tide Thoughts

Just some analysis(?) during my second watch of the season finale

I mean we all knew that Phllip was trash but King foreshadows in episode by saying “pssh” to Belos’s “you can trust me” that he will betray The Collector.

I can’t believe the had a “you’re not you when your hungry, have a snickers” moment but like honestly it is pretty realistic, they are all going though some shit.

Before everyone is shouting at each other Gus is sitting there, looking at his power amplifier and just can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. Considering if Belos has one more trick up his sleeve? Doubting himself and how and illusionist can fight? Or just wondering how they are going to pull this off?

I kinda love that in such a heavy and fast paced episode they still sneak in some cute character moments, like finding out how Amity got her nickname.

Also Willow giving excellent advice by saying there is always a way to help, you just have to find an opportunity.

Kind of dying over the way that Belos talks to the people of the Isles. He calls them children of the Titan, very much like children of God. Also that he refers to wild magic as a pox, very 1600′s of you. As many in the fandom have pointed out Belos would be totally lost in the modern human world. Like, I’m not even sure he could comprehend it.

I also love that he says that Paradise awaits, you know like another term for heaven? Just his religious framework for you’re all going to die but it will be a good thing!

I find it interesting that Belos starts the draining spell and just dips. Terra says that she predicted Raine’s betrayal and I doubt that she kept that from him but is he comfortable because he trusts Terra to do what needs to be done or he knows when he starts the spell he can’t stop it so no matter who he sacrifices it doesn’t matter.

There was all this theorizing about who was the traitor or if there was one at all and people noting that Steve’s moles are off. Also the fact that what gave it away was a mole and a spy is also called a mole kills me. However, we are not even sure if that is the case because Terra seems to imply that she knew all along. Also we don’t see Steve at all. That was what I was wondering as Eda was saying her goodbyes. Where the fuck is Steve?

When Phillip is about to pitch the Collector’s tablet they say “I gave you the draining spell, I gave you magic more powerful than anyone else's!” And Phillip says that he doesn’t want them sharing it, and I’m like how about you share it with the good guys?

I love the Huntlow food in this episode. The blush when she catches him, Hunter helping her up and protecting her in the fight with Belos.

I just want us all to note that Eda’s curse was working and maybe that is a hint that the owl beast can be used to defeat The Collector as the spell came from them? On a side note can we get a harpy Lilith please?

Terra looking to Raine and realizing what she was complacent in is honestly heartbreaking even though I still hate her.

The Luz and Belos scene fucked me up so much. The fact that he almost killed her on screen. The fact that she learned well from Eda on how to scheme with the best of them and how she thought of the coven brand, and how she pulled off looking innocent while using a glyph. How she tried to appeal to Phillip by using his name.

So The Collector boops away the draining spell and we see the lines from the sigil dissipate on Hunter and some of the other witches get up so obviously they weren’t killed. However, when the spell ends the magic just dissipates up into the sky and in the past like when the basilisk was defeated the magic went back to it’s owners so like did it? Or if not, where did it go? Are all the witches with coven brands just permanently weakened now?

I did realize though that the wild witches in the conformatorium and the Hexside kids should be unaffected by the spell because they don’t have coven seals. I’m not saying Hexside jailbreak and then all the weirdos save the world but that’s exactly what I’m saying.

It is implied by Eda’s grey eye widening that she/the owl beast sensed the release of The Collector. Her curse progressed immediately afterwards, I assume from the emotions of the owl beast. Also there is a crack immediately afterwards that mimics the release of The Collector and it kind of implied that Raine died, forever separating themself from Eda. I’m hoping that it instead is the breaking of the connection between her and her coven brand but idk.

Very much wondering if the Owl House game will be like a doll house for The Collector. Between that and The Collector saying they need to build an Owl House, I feel that the BI will look very different when our heroes return.

Also can we talk about their trip through the portal? King calling Luz his big sister? Luz being willing to sacrifice herself to make sure the others got through? Gus breaking down after they go through the portal? How defeated they look when showing up on Camila’s doorstep? The fact that some Belos goo made it through the portal with them? That has to come up again but I really just wish he would die.

[the-fangirl-diaries]

50 Thoughts I Had While Watching Eragon (2006)

*Grabs popcorn, pillows and blankets and is all comfy.*

1. Ah, yes. The one man’s voice that everyone wishes they had besides Morgan Freeman’s and James Earl Jones’. 

2. Galbatorix? Sounds like a cough medicine, or some weird flavour of soup. Thanks Nostalgia Critic

3. Well, at least Rumple’s still got his magic, though and instead of the dagger - Man, that guy needs a good ol’ manicure. And probably a haircut.

4. Eragon reminds me of a young and British Luke Skywalker. 

5. “The king's strip. The best cut there is. The fat just melts into the meat.” An actual quote by a passionate butcher. 

6. I've only known Brom for a day and a half, but if anything happens to him....

7. Two boys get into a fake sword fight and proceed to wrestle like kids. How cute. 

8. And you never see Roran again. 

9. OH, SWEET HOLY COW! THE STONE IS HATCHING! Be cool, be cool!  

10. *jumps back* Woah! Durza! Gimme a headphone warning next time you decide to scream at the top of your lungs like that! Jeez! I had it on full blast. 

11. “I swear to everything on this green earth, I would pay Jeremy Irons to read my grocery lists!” Totally not me. 

12. Rachel Weisz is Saphira? I KNEW her voice was familiar. *squeals* 

13. Eragon, let me explain something to you: You can’t just sneak into people’s houses, it’s not just bad manners, it’s COMMON SENSE, DUDE! 

14. I know you’re mad at Saphira because you couldn’t save your uncle, but if she’d allowed you to warn him, you would be dead and so would she, then the movie would have been a whole lot shorter. 

15. No time to say goodbye, you have to leave with the dragon man now. 

16. There’s no need to get defensive. How was Brom supposed to know that you were seventeen? You look twelve! 

17. Aww, is Dad embarrassing you, Eragon? Then you should have known better than to challenge him. 

18. Now we know who started the fire. Not Ryan

19. Angela’s pretty and I would love to have my fortune told, but Eragon, don’t you do ANYTHING you’re told?! It’s like we constantly have to keep an eye on you. 

20. Ooh! We’re learning some words in the Ancient language now? Cool! *brandishes pencil and misspells every word*

21. Wait, we’re flying again? I mean, sure, I almost died the last time, but why not? 

22. When did he have time to make a saddle? They’ve been traveling all this way. Magic, I guess? 

23. Makes sense why the man is so protective of you and Saphira. He was a Dragon Rider! 

24. Morzan? That’s a better name than I could ever come up with. 

25. “Congratulations. You've just been promoted.” An actual quote by Durza who should just do the work himself instead of relying on these dunderheads.

26. Sweet Dreams are made of these! Who am I to....

27. “Help me Eragon, you’re my only hope.” ~ Arya, probably. 

28. He came all this way and now you’re turning him away? Don’t you wanna get away from the crazy psycho who watches you while you sleep? 

29. Wait, how did Brom get here so quickly? His dad instincts must be kicking in because that’s real speed, I tell ya. 

30. THIS IS WHY I DON’T GET ATTACHED TO CHARACTERS. THEY ALWAYS DIE!!! 

31. Actual footage of admin when Saphira carries Brom over the mountain and there’s a ghost of a smile on his face as he takes his final breath: 

32. Oh, yeah. In case we forgot, Arya’s been poisoned by Durza’s magical demon nails. It’s too bad there isn’t someone who can lead you to the Varden. 

33. There is no way that this boy was in Tron and in that Pan movie with Hugh Jackman. PUBERTY HIT HIM LIKE A FLIPPING ASTEROID! Cue Murtagh simping hours.

35. Look at that Djimon Hounsou in another dragon movie. Except this time, he’s a good guy. 

36. Of course he’s Morzan’s son. No one can be 100 percent good and be that good looking. 

37. “You wanna know how I got this scar?” ~ Murtagh, maybe. But sweet precious boy, what did he do to you? 

38. “Tonight, we destroy the resistance.” Okay, Palpatine - I mean Durza. 

39. So Nasuada gets only thirty seconds of screen time? Does anyone else feel robbed besides me? Yeah? (Added after reading the books.) 

40. Arya’s healed nicely and now she’s ready to kick some butt! 

41. How come I’m only finding out now that Durza has a dragon, too? Or...no, it’s made of dust or something. 

42. My mans is still in jail? While all of this is going on? Guys, let him outta there. You can always put him back afterwards. 

43. NO, PLEASE DON’T LET SAPHIRA DIE. I SWEAR MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT! AND SHE’S BEING SO SWEET, TOO! *sobbing increases*

45. Ah, waking up after a severe injury/concussion with Murtagh leaning over me? Sounds like my kind of morning. 

46. YAY! SHE’S OKAY. I AM SO HAPPY. 

47. Yes, Eragon, Brom, your father would be proud of you. *sniffles* 

48. Where’s Arya going? I thought they were gonna be together forever. Guess not, eh? She is a princess after all.  

49. Okay, I am convinced. Lemme go and read the-WAIT! THE KING HAS A DRAGON, TOO? IS THERE GONNA BE A SEQUEL? AHAHAHDBABDB

50.  Keeeeep Holding onnnnnn! I don’t know why they put an Avril Lavigne song in here, but I am not complaining. 

The End. This took me an hour or so to write, but it’s worth it. Also, I’m sorry if it’s so long, I’ve had a lot of thoughts. 

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

I hope you are having a great day.

I wanted to tell you that I love the way you write and how you show the personality of your characters in so few words.

Also if you have time, for the Bad Things Happend Bingo, could I ask for a Soup for the Sick? (Maybe a villain whumpee)

Thank you for the ask! And especially thank you for that lovely message attached to it, it means a lot!

Soup for the sick... here you go, I hope you enjoy! I did, I had lots of fun writing this one.

Personalized Caretaker

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: drug abuse mention, feverish whumpee, talk of medications, mean caretaker, delirium, fever, pills (tylenol)

... there may be more so tell me if there is so I can list them.

~

Civilian wished that she didn't live in the most heavily super-powered city in the world.

Yes world.

Villains and heroes all running around like teenagers, not caring for the lives of innocent civilians... or the heroes were meant to, Civilian started to think that the whole "we will protect you" was all phony propaganda aimed to get the city to fund their organization.

But the daily bombings and increasing death toll was not the issue with the city. It wasn't even the large mass of heroes and villains. It was only one.

One.

Of all the heroic figures and devilish snakes, there was only one that ticked Civilian off.

Villain.

And not because he was the King of Monologues. No, it was because the bastard made Civilian his own personal caretaker.

Was she asked to tend to his very needs? No.

Was she hired? Paid? No, but she should be getting a salary for the tedious work of stitching wounds and feeding his greedy stomach. The bandage bills were adding up and Civilian's meager wage was completely wiped out from having to buy a pack every day.

She was an inch away from going on a rage and robbing every bank in the city.

No, she wasn't. She just happened to live on 489 Deertree Avenue, where six months ago the murderous villain decided to collapse unconscious on her doorstep to bleed out like it was no problem.

Like it was a leisure, a recreational activity. Probably to him, waking up in a warm bed, doped up on painkillers with the sickening sweet smell of caramel candles burning around him, it was.

But not to Civilian. She had to manually help the injured individual drink water, get dressed, and even use the bathroom.

UGGGHHHH!

The man had millions of henchmen, billions of wannabe minions at his beck and call.

But he just so happened to have a crush on the red door of 489 Deertree Avenue.

But it was a bad case of unrequited love of the highest order, so no hope of a romantic candlelit date at the most expensive restaurant in the most famous city in the world.

Dairy Queen.

The pure hilarity of that fact. Even the Avenger Tower did not hold nearly as many powered or high-tech individuals as the city and the most fanciest restaurant was a chain fastfood restaurant at the corner of main street.

Civilian clenched the towel she was holding. As much as the stupidity of the city got on her nerves, it was very unpatriotic of her to go on and embarrass the area even more.

Civilian was scrubbing the mirror in the bathroom. The walls of the whole room were stained in the most disgusting brown and red from all the grime and blood radiating off a singular person's- not even the owner of the house- body.

Those would never go away unless Civilian paid for someone to come and mega-wash the bathroom. Not that she had any money to invest in such a delightful gift, her bank account was too busy supporting the prescribed pain medications. Like, Civilian was probably on the watchlist for utter bankruptcy and for being a possible candidate for drug addiction.

Who needs two whole containers of opioids and a canteen of valium every three months?

Not a normal civilian washing floors at Walmart, that's for sure.

But then again, Civilian was far from normal. She worked as a personalized savior during her freetime.

Civilian clenched her teeth and took a deep breath in. Her ward hasn't made his grand appearance in over a week. She actually had time to relax, make some popcorn and actually decompress. It was like vacation, peaceful, tranquil and full of serenity, free of any-

Knock, knock, knock.

Civilian's moment of bliss was unceremoniously ended by the all too familiar beat of a fist on wood.

"You have my permission to make out with the door Villain! You don't need to ask anymore!"

Civilian hoped Villain was coherent enough to internalize that as an invitation to bleed on her couch.

Just so she could have one more moment. One more moment of her coveted break.

Cough.

Civilian's head perked up. That was new. She never, ever heard Villain cough in a sickly manner- she never let him get bad enough to get sick, or he didn't permit himself to wait around until infection and fever set in.

She set down the towel, worry settling into her bones like it always did- not that she liked the heart dropping feelings and nauseating pit in her stomach each and everytime Mr. Needy had blood on him. Or everyday that he didn't show up for a bandaid, or a "kiss-it-better".

Yes, the pure humiliation when her delirious patient painfully begged her to kiss his knee better. Like, the puny scrape on his leg was by far the least severe wound on his bloodstained body, but of course, Civilian complied and gave him a little peck on his Olaf bandaid.

Civilian ripped open the door and the scene in front of her chased away those obnoxious memories.

Villain collapsed into her arms, head lolling pathetically against her shoulder. His forehead felt like it was doused with gasoline and then lit by a torch five times over. Civilian's shocked arms involuntarily wrapped around his equally scorching body. Yes, it was not a conscious act. Not in a million years would Civilian muster up the compassion to actually comfort the villain more than the deed of "saving his life" called for.

No, no Civilian hated Villain. Completely and totally loathed each and every cell on his body.

But she dragged him into the house and shut- more like slammed- the door anyways because she couldn't let him die, it would be like murder's sidekick.

Especially since Villain trusted her. Oh how he trusted her. Trusted her to bathe him, to feed him, to give him medicine, but most importantly not to kill him. With all the horrors he committed, a swift knife to the throat would be more than justified. In fact, Civilian would likely be commemorated for such bravery.

Public approval, fame... all a deliciously yummy cake.

Not worth it. Too many calories.

Civilian sunk to the ground and put Villain's upper body in her lap. He nestled into her, pressing his cheek deep into her side with a small, contented smile on his pale face.

"Don't drool on me," Civilian snapped, jostling Villain who woke up. Before he had the chance to get his bearings, Civilian spoke up again, "Are you hurt?"

The villain stared at her for a while before breaking into desperate tears, shaking his head.

What the heck?

"Stop crying or I will punch you," Civilian threatened, but she rubbed Villain's back soothingly.

"Dying," Villain sobbed.

"You are not dying, buddy, you have a cold."

"No, I'm dying," Villain asserted. Civilian rolled her eyes. Did he have to be so dramatic?

"I don't think a cold will kill you. Stop acting like the world is ending now, or I will throw you in the trash."

Villain whimpered and pulled himself closer, still crying.

He really was sick. So sick to the point of being delirously delusional.

"You don't need to be a Disney princess," Civilian said, still rubbing the villain's back. Villain's cries turned into sobs and then into wails.

Okay this was getting out of hand. Civilian stood up and dragged Villain's body over to the couch. She marveled in her strength for a while. When Villain first made his appearance in her otherwise boring life, she was as skinny as a twig. Now? This girl was a freaking hulk, baby.

Okay stop that, Civilian chastised herself, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She laid Villain on the beige colored couch and rested his wet head against a pillow that was metaphorically marked with his name.

Now that the villain was completely stretched out, Civilian- to her relief- found that he was not bleeding, therefore, she didn't have to waste her precious supply of gauze and bandages tonight.

But he still was very, very sick. His face was a gray mask of pale complexion, his hair snarled and matted in sweat. His lips were tinged blue as unfocused eyes gazed around the room, landing on the TV.

"You want to watch something?" Civilian asked, though the question was more than unnecessary. Villain always watched a movie as he dozed off, warm and comforted by the mound of blankets strewn over him.

But still, like a habit, he nodded weakly each and every time. Civilian smiled, the tiniest of grins, and connected the tablet to the television. When the screen popped up with the classic Amazon Prime Video layout, Civilian asked what movie.

"Boss Baby," Villain mumbled, lips hardly moving.

"You want to watch a movie with baby superheroes? Why don't we watch Toy Story or something?"

Or something a bit more adult-ish.

"Mhm," Villain groaned, eyes slipping shut. "Baby superheroes."

Now it was Civilian's turn to groan, loud and exaggerated. But, still he was her unwelcome guest so she had to please his obnoxiously childish wants.

Like how old was he? Five?

Civilian put in the movie and sat down next to Villain, putting his legs on her lap. She tapped lazily at his jeans as the opening credits showed. Leaning her head back, Civilian allowed her gaze to drift away from the stupid fat-faced animated figures and to Villain.

He was nearly asleep.

Civilian shifted her weight and rested against her arm to watch him. Even sick, she had to admit, the evil and annoying villain was shockingly handsome.

What was she thinking?!

Pushing Villain's feet away, Civilian stood up and aggressively shoved her palm to his forehead. It was buzzing with heat.

"You are paying for the bill," Civilian growled and went to go get some tylenol.

Upon returning to the sickly man's sweaty side, Civilian thrusted the pills into his mouth and washed them down with water. She didn't even give him a chance to wake up fully, the motion was instinctual. He swallowed on reflex.

Next, Civilian cussed herself for this, she cupped his cheek. Villain sunk into her palm, chewing silently, and continued to sleep.

When Villain first visited, Civilian couldn't get over how touch starved the poor guy was. It was to the point of absolute fear of touch. He would shiver before violently flinching away, glaring daggers.

He still didn't allow hugs or a highfive when he was in his right mind- not that Civilian saw him fully conscious ever apart from a couple times.

"Hungry?" Civilian mumbled, more to herself than anyone.

Still, Civilian placed Villain's head back onto the pillow and went into the kitchen to make some soup.

Chicken noodle soup with rice... her specialty. Chicken breast and rich seasoning, even one's dampened taste buds could taste the utter deliciousness of the watery broth.

Then the rice. Sometimes when Villain was on the mend, she would add some wild rice or lentils to the dish. Spooning some basic white rice into the bottom of the bowl, Civilian tapped her foot aimlessly.

The kettle on the stove whistled, Civilian pushed it off the heat and added the seasoning and celery. The savory scent wafted into her nose earning itself a tiny smile from Civilian.

Once the soup was done, she presented it to the still sleeping villain. His mouth hung open, desperate for air that his clogged nostrils couldn't deliver.

Dang. Poor guy was really ill.

Civilian sat next to Villain, so close that she could feel the rise of his chest. She shoved his face upwards. Villain blinked his eyes open and settled his gaze on Civilian's annoyed, but worried, face.

"Ghm," he moaned, rumbled in the back of his throat in a fatigued manner. "Cow hopping."

"Shut up," Civilian scolded and helped Villain to a seating position. He complied, but had no strength left to actually hold the stance.

So Civilian was forced to lay him against her chest and feed him by giving him a big old bear hug. Spoon after spoon went to his mouth until Civilian was just dumping it into his mouth without any natural swallowing reflex.

She took a wet rag and cleaned his face before laying him back onto the couch. Civilian smiled and tenderly touched his eyebrow.

Why did she have to care about him so much?

[atalana]

[copied over from my cr blog, also this is gonna get long, i’d apologise but im not sorry]

okay, so

this is a rant probably about 7 years in the making, bc when i first watched lok i had not done any music study, i had not done any composing of my own, my knowledge of music theory was at a primary school level and i still thought tv soundtracks were just made by one person composing a whole cache of music and then the audio editors pick and choose what track to place where

(spoiler alert that’s not how film and tv scoring works, i have now done a music composition course where we had to score a short film, among other things, and i have so much more respect for tv composers jesus christ)

but this one stuck out to me even way back then, bc me barely knowing what a leitmotif was was like “hey this one little refrain keeps popping up whenever bolin does lavabending, and i like it, i’m gonna see if it’s on the soundtrack”

it was not, and that’s sort of where i left it back in 2014, but i actually did a rewatch of lok pretty recently out of nostalgia, and then noticed it even more

and to explain why (and this is also a little bit why five’s stuck out to me in tua, i’ll get to that in another ask), let’s cover, leitmotifs, and tv scoring in general

so a leitmotif is basically just a short musical idea that represents something in a piece of music. when i studied motivic development we were encouraged to make that motif four notes or less, and then develop it into something longer (aka a theme), because if you can constantly come back to a really short idea while keeping the piece moving, that’s what makes a piece of music memorable

(you can ignore those rules on purpose but that’s a different essay)

so the most common way that a leitmotif shows up in soundtracks is to represent a character or a location - you play the motif when that character shows up or when you’re in that location and boom, the audience associates that motif with that person place or thing, and you can then use this to tell the audience things without actually telling them. for example, star wars playing the imperial march whenever someone does something darth vader related - darth vader isn’t on screen, but you can feel his presence, because his music is playing

and if we were a film score, where we have two hours to show one particular character’s development, great! we give them a simple motif, and then as they grow as a person we change their motif to reflect what is happening to them, until we end up with something that communicates on a subconscious level how much they’ve grown. we toss in as much symbolism as we can, and we have a really great soundtrack that’s instantly memorable

tv scoring, is harder. partially because of time constraints (have you ever composed half an hour of original music a week, and had to make sure it fits perfectly with every beat of what’s happening on screen? these guys have), partially because there’s a much larger focus on ensemble casts

so what atla and lok do, for the most part, is not score individual character motifs for everyone. this is fairly common in tv soundtracks, instead we score ideas, concepts, and feelings - these’ll come up a lot more and give you more information than just “oh hey this character’s on screen”

the avatar state, for example, has the strongest and most recognisable theme across both shows. i’m linking an atla track in here because it has the best example but you’ll know this shows up with korra too - and with particularly important moments for wan, for kyoshi, etc. they also appear in the opening of both shows, four strong notes that start and end on the same note (in the case of what i’m linking, it’s an F#)

the first part of this track is the more uncertain, pensive theme that comes up when both avatars are feeling doubt/worry/sadness, but then it transitions into the more recognisable four. worth noting though, those are both basically the same motif. if i write them out back to back, you’ll notice they both have four notes and start and end on F#. if i had to guess, four notes four elements, and it comes back to the start because the avatar is a cycle.

korra has a theme for when she’s fighting, but not an individual character theme. the airbenders as a concept have a theme, republic city has thematic instruments, as do some big name characters, like iroh and his tsungi horn (this is also a cross-series thing, he’s always playing it in atla, it shows up when zuko has to make big moral decisions, and when we first meet iroh in the spirit world in lok, it shows up there too, to let the audience know who this is before we properly see him)

so, if korra doesn’t get a single theme and instead has several for different aspects of her life, and mako and asami follow along with the mood of the story like all the other characters, the fact that bolin has a personal leitmotif at all, let alone a solid, developing one, is pretty remarkable!

now, granted, it mostly starts with book 3, before then he was like every other character, but it has clear symbolism through those last two books! and, initially i thought it was related only to his lavabending, since that’s most of when it shows up, but since my rewatch, i’ve started calling it his hero theme

see, when people wanna criticise mako and bolin, usually the comments they get are that bolin’s too immature and mako’s too serious/uptight. but like, that’s how they work, you can’t analyse either of them without the context of the other. since they were little kids on the streets, bolin chases his heart and mako makes sure they don’t die from it, that is their entire childhood. and neither would have got here on their own because mako wouldn’t take the necessary risks and bolin wouldn’t take the necessary precautions. (like. remove either one from the equation and they’d still be working for the triple threats bc s1 and their flashback miniseries make pretty clear that bolin got them out and mako kept them out)

and then book 2 proves it! because it splits team avatar up, and what happens? bolin is totally taken advantage of by varrick and used as a pawn in his evil plan and mako ends up in jail

so what’s book 3, to them? it’s, being able to find themselves without having that codependency. mako no longer has someone to protect, which is what he’s based his whole life around so far - bolin’s doing fine and he’s no longer dating either korra or asami. and bolin’s trying his hand at some of that responsibility (look at how he immediately adopts kai who is explicitly them but younger because he wants to be the older brother for once). most importantly, they find the rest of their family, and stop being defined by being orphans. they don’t have to be that singular piece of a puzzle, they can just be themselves. and that’s where bolin’s character really starts to shine, because that’s when they bring in the bending plot, and bending, perhaps more than any other character, really gets to the heart of who bolin is

if you want more of my thoughts on that i have an essay here, but tl;dr: bolin’s an extremely powerful earthbender, but he’s not a metalbender because metalbending requires you to double down on the earth characteristics and think like an earthbender, and bolin doesn’t, he’s too fluid for that, which is one of his major strengths, so of course he can lavabend

and finally - to his motif itself! (as a note, i’ve put all of these in the same key to show where it repeats, but there’s a variety of keys used in the show)

as far as i can find, it first shows up in s3e8, when bolin stuns p’li with this well placed shot

[Edit: it first showed up in the s2 finale, but again in a simplified version and again with him doing something heroic with earthbending, so we can still start the analysis here]

mako volunteers bolin for that job, because he knew bolin was capable of it. why? because bolin landed an identical shot earlier in the episode, after trying to metalbend, getting frustrated he can’t, and cheating with some extremely well aimed earthbending. it’s just a short refrain and you barely notice it, but it’s the first connection of this motif with the theme of bolin’s bending

it looks like this, and it’s always played on a trumpet, which is part of why i call it the hero theme, because, if you’re looking at music from a western perspective, trumpets were used to herald kings, and then used to represent military glory, and then when superhero themes started happening, they used trumpets too - it’s basically western music shorthand for hero these days

(it’s also symmetrical so that helps with the good vibes)

and he’s saving everyone here, so it’s linked to his bending, but it’s also linked to his heroism

it ties the two together, and they are tied together.

when’s the next time it shows up? episode 10, when the brothers are in prison in ba sing se, and bolin tries to metalbend them out. again, he’s doing this to save people, and this motif gets a few notes added on to the end in a raising pattern - they’re inspiring, but they don’t go anywhere. which is exactly what happens in the scene, because he’s trying to go about this in the wrong way. mako believes in him, but it won’t (and doesn’t) work

it appears in episode 12 when bolin saves everyone from ghazan destroying the temple, in a more fancy orchestral remake of the first version - it’s impressive, but it hasn’t actually developed yet, it’s just his discovery of it

the book 3 finale already has its own fucking amazing soundtrack, i love that entire episode’s score, but it gets its own moment there too, and the first real development!

because what we hear is not what we’ve heard before. we know it’s the same theme, because it’s using those signature trumpets, but it’s the second part of this phrase, the answer to the question supplied by the first one. why? because bolin’s figured out who he is and he’s starting to use it. it still hasn’t settled yet though, it’s early days and he’s still just turning ghazan’s lava back on him, so again, it raises, leaving it on a question mark

it doesn’t appear in s4e7 when he lavabends as a warning against the escaped prisoners, because he’s using it as a threat, not to help people. but it does later in the episode when he uses lavabending to save them from kuvira. and that’s when we get the first full phrase, question and answer

it keeps the first motif identical, takes out the first note of the second, and ties them together - except now it’s not open ended, now it knows where it’s going - it’s been three years, at this point bolin is confident in both himself and his bending

and then that phrase appears all over the place in the finale, because all bolin does is save people - everyone from the exploding building, he slows the giant mecha with lavabending, he saves opal, he slows the giant mecha again by collapsing a building on it, and most importantly, he’s the one rescuing his brother this time, instead of the other way around (though that one doesn’t get a motif appearance bc admittedly a fuck ton of other things are happening in the soundtrack at the time)

so to that question asked in book three - who is bolin when not next to someone else? well, funnily enough, we saw it in book two as well, just in a warped way, playing nuktuk. it just wasn’t truly him because it was created by varrick, and he needed to get away from varrick too. the question put forward by the narrative is who is bolin, and the answer given by the music is, he is a hero. and i don’t know why bolin is the only one to get a theme like this, but i think it may have something to do with the fact that, while everyone in team avatar has been a hero and saved people, he is the only one who has, from the start, solely been motivated by wanting to help people. he follows his heart, and his heart cares, about everyone. it’s been the driving force behind almost everything he’s ever done. and i love him so much

[genesisrose74]

A/n: This idea just popped into my head this morning and I needed to write it out, guess who finished in one day instead of focusing on summer school aha ha...so here’s the next edition of Class 1-A quarantine hc’s! I think I’ll include a bit of background for all of these, just for future reference if anyone likes them lmao. Today we have everyone’s favorite nitroglycerin king, Bakugo Katsuki! Hope y’all enjoy cause I’m honestly so soft for this one okay BYE-

Surprisingly, you’re initially part of the Dekusquad, but you’ve always been close with Kirishima and Mina and feel comfortable hanging out with their group as well so you start gravitating to the Bakusquad 

At first, Bakugo is really standoffish because, “You’re seriously friends with that damn nerd Deku” - wow everyone be hating on our cinnamon roll smh

But then he sees how much the rest of Bakusquad likes you and he starts warming up

It starts with small little things like not hogging all the space on the couches in the dorms and having you sit beside him

Then he notices that you’re very forgetful of your jacket and he ends up keeping a spare in his bag just in case the weather gets really bad

“I mistakenly grabbed two this morning, so lighten my load and carry the jacket—I don’t give a shit if you put it on, just hold it will you!” 

He’s acts all aggressive whenever he tries to be subtle and someone calls him out on it pffft- 

“What the hell are you talking about? You trying to get punched in the face?”

And his feelings are emphasized when the whole class is allowed to use the pool one afternoon and you’re pulling up with Mina and Momo

You’ve got a cute swimsuit and a sun hat on, and King Explosion Murder starts sweating a dangerous amount of nitroglycerin 

Bakugo Katsuki has a thing for soft girls who can pull a one-eighty and kick ass no I do not take criticism

The class wants to play chicken and everyone is choosing partners, but in the corner of his eye Bakugo sees you getting cornered by Mineta 

You’re usually able to handle the horny tornado but you’re feeling a bit too exposed in a bathing suit and start losing your cool

When I tell you the whole Bakusquad BOLTS to come rescue you-

Mineta is literally launched out of the pool by Sero like a rocket ship in orbit and the rest of the group is in this protective barrier formation around you (yes the squad has protocols for this kind of thing don’t even deny it)

Bakugo is beside you in a second with his hands secured on your waist because no one is coming near you like that when he’s around

“Why don’t you be my partner, yeah?”

And that's the story of how y’all destroyed everyone at chicken with absolutely no mercy and Bakugo finds your competitiveness that entire day attractive as hell

Walking back to the dorms afterwards, he pulls you away from the group and the look he gives you is  s e a r i n g

“For the love of God, go out with me” and he does not have to tell you twice

Literally the entire class is SHOOK because you’re actually pretty mellow and Mr. My Only Vocabulary Word Is Die is...ya know...✨volatile✨

But let’s be honest he’s actually a softie if you’re close enough to him (sorry Deku you’re the exception but we still luv u) and everyone ends up adoring y’all being together

When quarantine rolls around and you both have to live back at your respective houses, everything is decently calm for about two days and then you both start getting bored as hell

Honestly longer than you expected 

Bakugo hates social distancing with a passion but he agrees to abide by the rules and ends up asking you to Facetime at least twice a day

His bedroom is actually very tidy ‘cause Bakugo hates clutter, especially when he’s doing schoolwork

I wholeheartedly believe that Bakugo is a beast in the kitchen and y’all can fight me about it because his knife skills are canon and you best believe he learned it to be more independent 

He’s been experimenting with new cooking recipes and is a master at making something out of practically nothing in his fridge, which is really handy when a trip to the grocery store is long overdue

He sends you pictures of his dishes and your responses are all praise and none of it’s exaggerated either; this boy can COOK 

Netflix Parties with the Bakusquad — the chat gets loaded with Denki and Kiri spamming and Bakugo yelling at them in all caps to shut up

Your lock screen is a picture of the group on Facetime and you all have filters on (somehow you got Bakugo to use one don’t ask how); literal friendship goals

And then it’s been about a whole month since quarantine started and Bakugo wants to come visit you, but his mom shuts that down quicker than Barry Allen in the Speed Force

He’s pissed because he and his family feel perfectly healthy but his mother will not let him leave under any circumstances

So when his parents go to visit some relatives who were more susceptible to the virus and needed help with a couple basic tasks you decide to sneak out to see him (in good health of course)

Imagine his surprise when his typically rule-following girlfriend calls and is already standing in his backyard, bags of groceries in your possession

***

Bakugo shot you an incredulous look as you sat at the kitchen table. “You know I could have just opened the front door for you.”

“Yeah, but going through the window was way more fun,” you defended. “It’s not like I’m very rebellious at any other time, so might as well live it up while I have the courage.”

The blond snorted, sifting through the numerous bags you brought along to his house. They were filled with an assortment of foods: vegetables, meat, rice, sauces and the like. 

“What’s all this for?” he inquired, pulling out a bottle of teriyaki sauce.

You couldn’t help the small smile that grew on your face as your boyfriend curiously examined the items. “It’s for you to cook with, duh.”

“And how am I supposed to explain the new abundance of food in the fridge to my parents?”

“Say that I had it sent over through Postmates or something. Even I thought of that, Katsuki.”

He rolled his eyes as he placed down the last bag of items. “I can’t believe you snuck out and brought all this stuff,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “Thank you, babe.”

A faint blush rises to your cheeks, despite the fact you’ve been dating the first year student for a few months now. Girlfriend or not, verbal thanks from the King Explosion Murder was rare. “You’re welcome.”

Bakugo turned to the stove and started organizing a number of ingredients on the counter beside it, pulling out kitchenware from cabinets as he went.

“Since you’re here and all, I suppose I could make your dumb ass something,” he remarked. 

Your eyes practically sparkled with excitement at the offer; you were hoping the blond would make you one of his iconic dishes eventually. A ghost of a grin was present on Bakugo’s face at the cheer that left your mouth, his back facing you as he got started. 

You were quick to situate yourself on top of the kitchen counter, Bakugo lifting you by the waist to place you farther away from the flaming stove but still allowing you to watch as he worked. His knife skills were almost scary when chopping up the vegetables, the pace at which he was cutting them astonishing you, and the overall aroma of the space had your mouth watering before he was even close to finishing the meal.

“I feel like a judge on Master Chef,” you giggled, and the boy shook his head at the comment as he eyed a timer he had set for the pork he put on the stove. 

“I’m pretty sure my girlfriend of a judge would be a bit biased over the contestants,” he pointed out. 

You hummed thoughtfully. “I mean, if he keeps looking this attractive while making food I think my bias is justified.”

He glanced at you perched on the counter top, and took a few steps in your direction, cupping your cheek in one hand to kiss you quickly. 

“You’re distracting me,” the first year mumbled, running a thumb over your jaw. “Quit being so cute, dummy.”

You saluted playfully. “Yes, chef.”

He let out a soft laugh before moving back to silence the timer that had started beeping, alerting him that the pork on the stove was ready to go. The blond shooed you away and had you sit at the dining table as he took the skillet and turned off the stove flames.

As you waited patiently for Bakugo to finish up, you sang under your breath and set two spots at the table directly across from each other. By the time he was done, two plates of steaming food in hand, you were already sitting down and twirling a fork between your fingers. 

“What did you end up making?” You asked as he set a plate of rice and pork in front of you. 

“Tonkatsu,” he replied nonchalantly. 

It smelled like absolute heaven, and your hunger was only emphasized in the midst of the fast food you had been surviving off of during quarantine. This boy was even good at presentation, and you began to wonder if he was just talented at everything he tried.

Bakugo took the spot across from you and watched as you took the first bite. He wouldn’t admit it, but he felt a bit nervous that you wouldn’t like what he made. But that thought dissipated as quickly as it came once your fork flew into the meal for a second time, and you shot him a wide-eyed look.

“So good!” you exclaimed with a stuffed face, a few grains of rice falling from your mouth and back onto the plate.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full or you’ll choke, stupid,” he reprimanded, but your praise had an evident effect on the male as a smug smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“I expect gourmet lunches from you at least once a week when school starts again.” 

“Not a chance in hell that I’m doing extra work in the mornings.”

“I’ll buy you all the ingredients you want~” 

“...I’ll think about it.”

Next thing you knew, all the food on your plate was gone, gladly relocated to your stomach. Rounding the table, you wrapped your arms around Bakugo’s shoulders as he also finished eating. 

“Thank you for dinner, Katsuki,” you hummed contentedly, resting your chin on his head. “It was seriously masterclass, especially after all the takeout I’ve been eating.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” he waved it off. “I think a movie of my choosing is in order.”

“After we clean up, hot shot. Your mom would kill you if she realized someone was over.”

“Why wouldn’t she kill you too?”

“Please. Your mom loves me.”

The blond barked out a laugh before standing up and holding your waist, ushering you back to the kitchen. “True.”

Cleaning up was quick and easy with the both of you working together, stocking away dishes and remaining groceries. The evening sky, visible through a large window in the living room, glittered with stars as you sidled next to your boyfriend on the couch, the kitchen and dining room returned to its normal prestige.

“Katsuki?” you murmured, voice laced with a touch of contented sleepiness.

He turned his head from the television screen to face you. “Hm?” 

“I missed you, silly.” 

An arm was thrown around your shoulder and you were pulled closer to the male, who gently kissed your temple. 

“I missed you too, dummy.”

[feralphoenix]

HOWMST BELL THE CAT? - A treatise on one aspect of how the Pale King sealed the Radiance

sup hollow knight fandom, i’m back with the picante takes again after having Noticed A Thing.

as with my previous essays i’ll put this guy up on dreamwidth later for accessibility purposes, since my layout text may be too small for high-res pc users. i will attach that in a reblog at a later point.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR TONIGHT’S PROGRAM: This essay discusses canon-typical body horror and bodily boundary violations, with some side mentions of colonialism.

all game screencaps are mine. the screencap of the wiki is from the “developer notes” (style guide) section of the “cut content” page.

ALSO: if youre from a christian cultural upbringing (whether currently practicing, agnostic/secular, or atheist now), understand that some of what i’m discussing here may challenge you. if thinking thru the implications of this particular part of hollow knight worldbuilding/lore is distressing for you, PLEASE only approach this essay when youre in a safe mindset & open to listening, and ask the help of a therapist or anti-racism teacher/mentor to help you process your thoughts & feelings. just like keep in mind that youre listening to an ethnoreligiously marginalized person and please be respectful here or wherever else youre discussing this dang essay, ty

HOWMST BELL THE CAT? - A treatise on one aspect of how the Pale King sealed the Radiance

We understand more or less how the Pale King’s plan was supposed to work. Stuff Radiance into a no-thoughts-head-empty and silent Pure Vessel to trap, isolate, and silence her, both putting an end to the Infection and killing her for good. Stick that vessel in the Black Egg, which harnesses Void BS to both keep the vessel alive indefinitely and to cover Hallownest (and its neighbors) in a time-defying stasis so that the Pale King could successfully hoard his favorite shiny FOREVER, threatened by nothing. Then put a seal on the Black Egg to prevent anyone from getting inside and harming said vessel while it’s strung up and helpless. And THEN, put protective seals on the anchors (the Dreamers) to the Black Egg seal to protect them from any external harm: The stasis means the Dreamers won't die of old age or starvation.

All in all, a pretty foolproof plan!

...except that the Dreamers are still vulnerable to having their minds breached with the moths’ magic... and the Pale King failed to take into account that his Pure Vessel was a person actually and the amount of toxic stress his training/upbringing put on them made them REALLY POORLY SUITED FOR THEIR JOB... and also that killing 99% of his million children and turning the Abyss into a landfill for baby corpses would take enough of an emotional toll on his wife and #1 enabler the White Lady that she would walk out on him, ensuring he’d only ever have one shot at this whole deal...

Basically it’s the sort of plan that an emotionally constipated, low-empathy sort of guy who pours all his points into INT and has a big fat zero for WIS might think is foolproof. It has big holes in it that the Pale King did not consider to be big holes until he got owned by the various consequences of his actions and fell down said big holes, making the shocked pikachu face all the while. Rip in die, my guy.

Anyway, there’s a lot of incidental information scattered about the game that gives us more insight into the stages of TPK’s plan. Looking at Monomon’s notes in the Archive suggests that she was probably involved in designing the Black Egg; the hidden room in the Weavers’ den points to their being the ones to blueprint the Dreamer seal; the White Palace’s hidden rooms reveal both TPK’s morbid fascination with the Void and his mea culpa wrt his motives and the Path of Pain is certainly suggestive of a lot of things. The White Lady tells us straight out that she walked out on the Pale King because she wanted no part in a second vessel batch, but how TPK didn’t handle that is only revealed via map design and some incidental dialogue from the Old Stag.

This stuff presents us with, if not a full picture, then at least a decent connect-the-dots of certain aspects of crater politics and Pale Court drama at the time, and how exactly TPK’s plan came together.

But there is still one glaring question that these cookie crumbs do not provide us an answer to:

Who shall bell the cat?

How did TPK et al manage to stuff Radiance into Hollow in the first place?

This is the subject of a lot of memes and jokes within the fandom because it's so absurd. Radiance fuckin hates that dude! She’s probably gonna be pretty wary of him considering how he stole her people in the first place! And considering the anti-colonialism slant of the writing - beyond the general sympathetic view Team Cherry gives of each indigenous bug society, Seer makes it very clear that Radiance has very good reason to take violent action against Hallownest - the answer is probably not something like “she’s just that stupid” or “she rolled a crit fail”.

Well... I have an idea of how TPK managed to get Radiance in there. It raises about as many questions as it answers, mind, but it may be someplace to start.

[desc: the hollow knight's entry in the hunter’s journal. top text/ghost’s comment reads: “Fully grown Vessel, carrying the plague’s heart within its body.” bottom text/hunter’s comment says: “The old King of Hallownest... he must have been desperate to save his crumbling little world. The sacrifices he imposed on others... all for nothing.”]

Here we have Hollow’s bestiary entry. Most of what we’re concerned with here is the top text, which says the seal has literally trapped Radiance inside their body. (First of all, ew, TPK.)

We already knew Radiance is literally actually inside Hollow, though: The Infection is leaking out of their body, and to get to fight Radiance, Ghost has to go traipsing into their sibling’s mind. So what’s significant about that here?

[desc: screencap of the outside of the black egg temple, post-infected crossroads. there are large infection blobs in the foreground and background, connected to each other by veins that come from inside the temple.]

The infection blobs are weird and get weirder if you kill enough Lightseeds for the Hunter to tell you their origin story, i.e. that the literal actual sun has been having a very long bad day and cried a lot, and some of the liquid coalesced into living flesh, and some of that living flesh took on a mind of its own to become Lightseeds. (Hollow Knight is a WILD place.)

Lightseeds are Radiance’s accidental children and share a lot of her traits: They are harmless creatures that try to avoid conflict if possible but if pushed will get creative and find ways to fight regardless of their physical limitations. (For the Lightseeds this involves hiding inside Broken Vessel’s corpse and puppeting it around to try to stab you.) They even have her same distinctive yell. And according to the Hunter, they’re born from the infection blobs. These enemies only ever appear in the Ancient Basin, which both Radiance and the Void have ransacked, and in the Infected Crossroads.

The infection blobs are connected to and sort of a weird extension of Radiance because the Infection itself is sort of a weird extension of Radiance. In the game’s internal style guide Team Cherry explains that the Infection started as an accident, not her original intention but what happened when Hallownest tried to block her out.

[desc: screencap from the wiki of style notes attached to seer that describe a sketch of radiance’s finalized backstory. text reads: “The moth tribe were (perhaps) descended from Radiance. However, the King convinced them somehow to seal Radiance away. I guess so he could rule Hallownest with his singular vision, as a god/monarch with no other gods. The moths sealed Radiance away by forgetting about her. Hallownest was born and flourished. However, the memory of Radiance lingered (eg [sic] the statue at hallownest’s crown) and soon she began to reappear in dreams and starting [sic] exerting influence. The King and the bugs of Hallownest resisted this memory/power and it started to manifest as the Infection. Thus the first attempt to seal Radiance failed, and the King had to try another method - the Vessel.” emphasis mine.]

Some fans have posited the blobs as deposits of pupa juice, but given Team Cherry's description of the Infection’s origins I don’t know how likely that is. Since the Void also sticks its squamous tentacles into things via veiny looking things and the Nightmare’s Heart has similar veiny nonsense in the Nightmare Realm, I wonder if it isn’t just a Meddly God Shit thing in general.

Whatever the case, the blobs are very much connected to/a part of Radiance.

And when you’re hanging around them, you will notice two things: They pulse like they’re part of a circulatory system, and you can hear Radiance's heartbeat emanating from them.

[desc: screencap of the game’s title screen with the infected menu theme in use: a glowing orange ball at the center of a lot of black tendony webbing.]

Let’s also think of the Infected menu theme, which you unlock after getting either of the endings where Ghost takes over from Hollow and absorbs Radiance out of them. Ghost is infected and then sealed inside the Black Egg in Hollow's place. It’s suggested by the animation’s staging that Radiance briefly struggles to get out of Ghost after absorbed but is ultimately stuck in them, at which point the seal is reestablished.

If you haven’t used the Infected menu theme yourself, the... interesting thing about it is that it moves organically. The light ball expands and contracts - y’know, sort of like a living organ - and so does the black webby stuff around it.

Also, Radiance’s heartbeat is included in the theme's ambiance.

[desc: hollow’s bestiary entry again]

To cut to the chase, this part of Hollow’s bestiary entry that says “the plague’s heart”? I don’t think that’s just Ghost/Team Cherry being poetic. I think there’s a good chance it’s LITERAL.

I think TPK is the sort of person who could cram a native woman’s literal living beating heart inside his own child’s body so they can use it as... say, a focus to absorb and trap her mind/spirit inside their body, too. Mr. No Cost Too Great is capable of a lot in the name of keeping other people’s claws off his Big Shiny kingdom. This is kind of his whole brand.

But also, like, yuck.

This fits the worldbuilding too; generally speaking Hollow Knight is Body Horror City. Also there’s the case of Grimm: While he and Radiance are loose counterparts at best with WILDLY disparate outlooks and ethoses, his existence serves as precedent that a Higher Being’s heart specifically can be separate from the rest of them.

As I said before, though, this DOES raise as many questions as it answers. If this is another piece in the puzzle of how TPK belled the cat, we’re now left wondering how he got Radiance’s heart to use as Hollow's focus to begin with.

We know he has access to the Dream Realm because that’s ultimately where he hid when Hollow’s seal failed, but who did he send to do the stealing and how did they get away with it? (TPK certainly wouldn’t have gone; his own life’s the one cost too great for him to willingly pay.) Was Radiance’s heart separate from her like the Nightmare’s Heart, or was it a part of her body? (I think the latter is more likely just from her personality; Grimm’s hidden heart makes sense because of how he keeps even his own servants at arm’s length emotionally, whereas Radiance is all heart all the time. I think this makes more sense with their equal opposites schtick too. But this would make for a WAY riskier mission.)

I can imagine all kinds of possibilities. None of them are definitive, but the thing they have in common is that they are all Awful... and how on-brand that is for Hollow Knight as a whole is, maybe, the most persuasive argument for It’s Literally Actually Her Real Physical Heart there could be.

[spinnitegaming]

Fantasy Life (Part 1) - Welcome to Reveria!

Hello and welcome again to my Fantasy Life playthrough! In case you missed it, I'm going to blog on my experience with my favorite, but underrated 3DS game of all time other than Pokemon. You can visit this link to learn more, but other than that, let's start the game!

So do you remember some videos and yourself on how you were stuck on the character creation screen on Final Fantasy 14 Online?

The same thing happened to me with this game! I spent a minute trying to match my character with my online persona, even trying to rely on Fantasy Online avatar so I could get the hair and voice right! Thankfully, choosing a Life was less tedious because the game lets me change it in the middle of the gameplay, so I decided to choose the very same first Life I chose on FLO, which was Paladin.

(Honestly, this is the easiest part of FL's character creation.)

As I mentioned, Life is another name for vocations and job classes in Fantasy Life. So if I mention Life or Lives, I might be talking about job classes or vocations in the game. Or probably the ones my Pokemon have that I'm trying to keep in my current FireRed Nuzlocke at this time of the post.

One small tip if you're planning to play Fantasy Life and Fantasy Life Online yourself: Always start with a Combat Life!

There are three types of Lives: Combat, Gathering, and Crafting. Combat for fighting, Gathering for gathering items. Crafting for...crafting stuff. But it's best if you start with Combat Life if you're starting the game. That way, you can learn how to fight quicker and gather items quicker from monsters. You can choose Gathering first if you want, but I don't recommend Crafting as your first unless you want to die because your only skill is cooking.

And a small spoiler alert for the DLC, but it's mainly gameplay spoilers. Later on in the post-game, I can change my character's appearance with an item. Unfortunately, the only downside is that I can't change my character's name and gender, which is understandable. I don't mind with the female clothing (which according to TV Tropes, female clothing has a lot of them, including the endgame gear), but I may play in a second save file, which I obviously can’t record on my blog due to redundancy, much preferably based on my certain favorite Pokemon Professor. (*coughs* Fanfic Foreshadowing! *coughs*)

But anyway, I named my new character "Spin" (because of character limitations) and started the new game.

(Click "Keep Reading" for the full playthrough post!)

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After I fell from my bed and woke up on the floor, my kind landlord, Pam came up to check on me and reminded me of my audience with the king of Castele for my first day as a new Paladin recruit. After I got my royal letter from a postman with a surprisingly good backhand, he directed me to the Guild Office where I could get my Paladin license and gave me her candy as she wished me luck.

Once I got my Paladin license, I heard a disturbance outside the office. I checked it out and saw a strange talking butterfly being harassed by two goofy guys. I know it was strange to see a talking butterfly, but I decided to ignore it and head to the castle.

That was until one of them suggested selling her for Dosh.

(...They're dead.)

Being protective of strange animals and who is against trafficking, I confronted the goofy guys with a knife. But they just grabbed me, shook me down like a ragdoll, and grabbed Pam's Candy from my pockets because I'm Doshless.

(Disclaimer: Most of it I've mentioned in the playthrough didn't really happen in the game, but it's my playthrough and I'm a writer. At least give me a chance to tell my version of FL's story!)

(BTW, had to add this god-tier line.)

After my attempt to rescue the butterfly ended in embarrassment, she thanked me for standing up and this was the part I started to like her and not think of her as a Navi wannabe.

BURN!!!

After we said our farewells, I headed to the castle to get started on my new Life. Unfortunately, the Paladins seemed to miss the memo and just denied me on the grounds that I didn't follow the castle's dress code and commented that I looked like I got out of my bed.

(But I just got out of bed!)

I left in defeat. But then, I saw the talking butterfly again, who also got denied because insects weren't allowed in the castle, which was a bit understandable, but still...

When we meet up again, we decided to go stealthy and let her disguised as my bowtie to get through the Paladins. Although I think it might have worked a bit too much.

Other than that, we finally made an audience to the king of Castele, Erik. Who for some reason looked like he's the Queen's child. After a long speech which I seemed to be the only one who was up, King Erik gave me 300 Dosh and a World Map to help me start my Life along with a Paladin armor.

(Even I'm shocked about it myself...)

With that done, the butterfly and I decided to part ways yet again. However, it kind of stings a bit on my itty-bitty heart. She wasn't like any Navi wannabes I know and she has the guts to insult those goofy guys before. But then, she suggested she want to stay on my neck and I quickly said yes. So welcome to the team, Butterfly!

(I agree!)

Although, calling her "Butterfly" might be a bit too long for me, so for the sake of my sanity, I'll just call her Flutter, which was her English name in the EU release.

After that, I headed to the Paladin Hold located near the castle where I met my Paladin Master, Captain Mustang, who had a big mustache and nose. He gave me a sword and shield to start with and my journey through Reveria has officially begun! But right after I start with the Paladin basics and rank up.

In Fantasy Life, you can get even stronger in any chosen Life by ranking up. You start out as a Novice rank where you spend the whole time learning the basics, getting to know your fellow characters related to it, and doing some big quest to rank up into your true first rank, Fledgling.

For my Paladin Novice quest, I got to learn the basics from my Paladin senpais, Roslyn and Isobel, namely how to use my sword without poking my eye out by accident. However, when we went to Porthos to help me learn how to wield my shield, he mentioned that something has happened in Appleseed Cafe and when he got there, the owner there told us that shipments of Castele Apples were delayed for some reason. I love Apple Juice next to grapes, mango, and orange, so we decided to investigate and stop a bunch of bandits before they took off with the bag of apples.

Turns out, the princess of the castle (who I forgot to mention went missing during my meeting with King Erik earlier) loved Apple Juice, too. And because of my bravery, I was promoted into a Fledging and officially the newest addition to the Paladins.

When I went home, I introduced Pam to my new friend, Flutter and agreed to let her stay with me as a roommate along with giving me a new chair. Keyword being "New" because all I got was an old beat-up chair. Great...

Eventually, I went to bed and my Fantasy Life has begun!

But the next day, I woke up on the floor again.

(Ow...)

After my rude awakening again, I decided to be Flutter's tour guide around Castele and showed her the Goddess Statue. There, we met an old man who told us the origins of Lives and the Life Goddess. Back before Reveria had Lives, the goddess came and helped create the world or something and even heard the wishes of the people. But it turned out that the goddess became a bit annoyed at hearing all of their wishes, that she decided to create Lives and shove it to their faces so they could shut up.

(Oh, wait. That's a bit of a rude retelling, was it? Let me try again.)

The goddess eventually succeeded in convincing people (in a civilized manner) to take a Life and because of that, she became a Life Goddess. However, the old man told us that lately, more people were wishing less, probably because they got what they wanted through hard work and sometimes, trickery and thievery. I'm a bit concerned about it, but Flutter won't stand for it for some reason and took it upon herself to collect wishes. I don't know why, though. But I applaud her determination.

She then asked for my wish, which was to become a writer. It's actually one of the choices prompted to me and honestly, that was my dream in real life and I would never change it for the better. Heck, I'm even living the dream just by doing this playthrough blog right now.

But back to the game, I toured her around the Guild Office where we learned how to switch Lives and multiplayer (which I doubt I can use for this playthrough) and the general store where I got some potion samples from the shopkeeper while Flutter tried them out by drinking most of them.

At this point, I should move forward to the story, but I decided to put it on hiatus so I could focus on trying out the other Lives. This is very important for my playthrough for what was to come. You have the option to skip the Novice tutorials, but I decided not to skip all of them for the sake of my playthrough. However, this is a bit long enough already, so I'll save them in the next post.

So join me next time as I take on all other 11 Lives in the game. It might be a long playthrough of tutorials.

I'll see you guys back in Reveria, probably tomorrow or so once I'm finished all of them. Stay safe and Happy Holidays!

[mishavacado]

SPN has so much spinoff potential and so much canon to work with, it's such a waste that none of it's getting used. This post is just all of my spinoff ideas, I'll apologize in advance because it is VERY long.

Wayward Sisters, obviously. There are so many possible storylines to work with, so many stories to tell. I'd really love to see some Charlie, Eileen, or Krissy Chambers cameos. I think that Charlie and Claire would get along really well (just read this post). Rowena is another character that I think could easily be worked into the canon. She could teach the girls all kinds of magic and be the fun wine aunt that spoils the girls on their birthdays. I don't think that Claire would like her very much, but, Rowena and Alex would probably get along just fine. How much I need this in my life: 1000000000000000000000000/10 when I heard that this idea had been tossed out I was so angry. Why doesn't this exist?

Men of Letters prequel that's mostly set in the bunker. This show could really expand on the canon lore and give us some more background on the Men of Letters, as well as any other similar/rival organizations that were around before the main show's time. The Men of Letters have so much story potential for a spin-off; corrupt leadership, new monsters, other organizations, expanding the MoL to outside the U.S. Episodes could be in a monster-of-the-week (MOTW) format, starting and ending with the Man of Letters the case is assigned to making notes in his journal or case file or talking about the case, as well as the overall season arcs. Episodes would be titled by their case number, i.e S1 E1 Case No. 1925-4, etc How much I need this in my life: 1000000/10, the supernatural/historical drama combo would be absolutely stunning.

A series focusing on all of the alternate timelines and universes, both the ones mentioned in the main show and ones just randomly created for an episode. There are infinite possibilities. Each episode would be in a MOTW format, but with different versions of Sam and Dean. The HunterCorp universe, Jared and Jensen from the French Mistake, a universe where their names are switched, a universe where Dean went to college and was the one with the demon blood powers, a universe where they drive a Mustang instead of the Impala, a universe where Sam isn't scared of clowns. I could go on, but I'm going to stop myself here. How much I need this in my life: 9/10 I think it would be pretty funny, but it's not my best idea.

A Bobby and Rufus spin-off where they talk about cases they worked on together or with other hunters, but the stories are told similarly to Tall Tales. It's the same story but told from different points of view depending on who's talking. I wish we'd gotten to see more of Bobby and Rufus because I think those two are hilarious and really think that this could be funny, even if it was just a web series with twenty-minute episodes. How much I need this in my life: 10/10, I love Bobby and Rufus and I think that they have a lot of interesting hunting stories to tell.

GHOSTFACERS GHOSTFACERS GHOSTFACERS. How much I need this in my life: 100000000000000000000000/10, I love the Ghostfacers. That's my whole idea.

A Jack-centric show that's almost a political drama. Jack is the ruler of heaven and is constantly being manipulated by angels, demons, and Death herself. He just wants to make an afterlife paradise, but power-hungry angels won't leave him alone. Remember that Jack is very young and trusting by nature, so there is a lot of potential for disaster if he gets goaded into doing something, like making new universes or ending existing ones. Cas is a main character and he does his best to protect Jack, but he has to be careful to not seem overprotective/like another manipulator or Jack won't trust him either. I have no idea if I'm making any sense, but shoutout to me if I am. For some reason, I've always thought that heaven would be an interesting setting for a spin-off, and those angels are pretty similar to power-hungry politicians. How much I need this in my life: 800/10, I would totally watch this.

A very short series that just destroys the canon finale. Twelve episodes, detailing the storylines that were ignored or destroyed by Carry On. E1: Rescuing Cas from the Empty and he and Dean have a long talk about their ~feelings~. They kiss, and for the first time, Dean’s mind is free of doubt about whether or not anyone could ever love all of him. E2: Eileen returns. She says nothing when she sees Dean and Cas holding hands, just raises her eyebrow and smiles knowingly. Some excellent movie night content. E3: 1 year later. Sam and Eileen’s wedding. Dean and Cas aren’t legally married, but their matching gold rings are very prominently shown. It isn’t mentioned. The wedding is almost canceled because of the rain, but with a wave of Jack’s hand the clouds disappear and the birds start to sing. E4: Sam and Eileen have moved out of the Bunker. Cas finally convinces Dean to downsize, so they find a little house in Lawrence and settle down. Cas works as a special ed teacher. Dean works as a mechanic. Miracle loves the backyard but makes sure to stay away from the beehives in the back corner. E5: Sam and Eileen’s twins, Mary and Maura, are born. Dean and Cas love their nieces, and Jack loves them too. He doesn’t know what to call himself, so they settle on Uncle and call it good. E6: Deaths. They all die old. Cas’s vessel has aged, but he can’t die, so when Dean finally passes away in his sleep, Cas scatters his ashes in the woods and disappears, ascending to heaven, to spend eternity with Dean. The closing scene is a dark screen, with the whoosh of wings and a soft “Hello, Dean.” OK. That was a long one. My apologies. How much I need this in my life: 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000/10. I would reach nerdvana thirty seconds into episode one.

Another spinoff of that idea is just...Dean and Cas living a normal life. Short episodes. Cas goes to the grocery store. Dean drags Cas to a horror movie fan convention. Cas meets a roomba. How much I need this in my life: I can’t type enough zeroes to express it.

Campbell prequel that focuses on Mary and her childhood. Mary being raised as a hunter but not being allowed on hunts. Mary rushing home to finish her chemistry homework so she can help her dad track a nest of vampires moving east. Mary missing her prom to help Samuel on a hunt. Mary trying to keep her real life secret from John, a man she knows loves the parts of her he knows about. Mary always being an outsider, the kindest and most beautiful girl in her class, but so slow to trust and quick to speak that everyone is afraid to be her friend. Mary is a character that has the potential a lot more development, for twelve seasons she’s the burning martyr in every Winchester’s imagined paradise. She deserves more. How much I need this in my life: 11/10, Mary isn’t my favorite character but I would die for her.

Gabriel spin-off. That’s it, that’s the idea. How much I need this in my life: 10000000/10, Gabriel is a character that we don’t know a lot about so there are so many possible directions for a story about him to go.

Show set in the SPN universe that doesn’t really interact with the main show’s canon. It’s about two cops in the 30s that become hunters by accident. After investigating the apparent suicide of a hunter in their small town, they become enthralled by her library, filled with books about ghosts and vampires. They pour over her journals on their own time, fascinated by what they’re reading. They get to know the hunter through her writings, her accounts of her hunts and travels. Eventually, a nest of vampires settles in the town and the two put their newfound knowledge to the test. This show would just be based on canon lore, there wouldn’t be any mention of the Winchesters or other main characters, although a few MoL team-ups is definitely a possibility. The two become quite a team, tracking werewolf backs on bulletin boards in their basements and hoarding rock salt. How much I need this in my life: 89/10, I think this could be really interesting and I am a sucker for historical hunters.

Speaking of historical hunters-Samuel Colt prequel. Cowboys, vampires, cowpires. Hunting in the wild west, galloping across the prairie chasing a pack of werewolves. This show could also tell us a lot about how different types of monsters spread across the U.S. Ghosts will go anywhere people go, but what about vampires? Shapeshifters? Ghouls? What was it like to hunt without technology to help with research? The hunters in this series would be the authors of the journals that modern hunters use every day. They’re the ones that tested tracking and trapping methods. Again, no idea if this is making sense, but I think that a supernatural western would be really awesome and would expand/substantiate the canon lore. How much I need this in my life: 1000000000000000000000000000000/10, I love cowboys and I love Supernatural. This is literally the best thing that could ever happen to me.

Crowley. I want to know more about him. A series that tells us all about Fergus Roderick MacLeod, starting with when he was born in Scotland and ending with his death in All Along the Watchtower. We know that Rowena was his mother, that he was a tailor, that he sold his soul for an extra three inches ~down there~, and that he was a terrible dad. I want to know more about his childhood, about the people he made deals with, about how he became king of the crossroads and of Hell. Crowley was a very interesting character that was abused by the story. I want to know more about him. How much I need this in my life: 10000000000000000000000000000000000000/10, I really do love Crowley and I would watch this a thousand times over.

Final idea: MOTW only. No season arc, no overall storyline. New hunters every episode, from all different times, from over the world. All kinds of monsters. One episode in Victorian England, the next in 1990s Los Angeles. Very few recurring characters, if any. The recurring characters would be the Bobby Singers of the world; the lore guys that you call when you need help. Each new character has their own style, own car, own music, own personality. The show could have some a m a z i n g guest stars because they’d only appear in a few episodes. There are so many possibilities for episodes, even if they weren’t full length. How much I need this in my life: 100000/10, I love MOTW episodes and would really like to get to know the characters. It would be very easy to write one-off fanfics for this show, and also very easy to introduce this show’s characters into Supernatural’s canon.

You made it to the end!!!!!!!! That’s all I have for now. Sorry for writing so much, I just can’t stop thinking about SPN and all of the wasted stories.

[madexinxheaven]

@whoxyouxhate said: 💊 - Is your character on medication? If so, why? @ the mains

"In this line of work and after everything we've been through? How could I NOT?"

Seriously, no one saw the kind of things Caitlyn had seen without developing serious cases of PTSD, SEPARATION ANXIETY & PARANOIA. She couldn't even HUNT these days without being hopped up on meds. After all, the last time she went out on the hunt, she'd come back to a BLOODBATH; With every last servant DEAD and her parents MISSING. Since then she'd risen up the ranks of the L.G.D as far and the way most prolific SNIPER they had. And from INFECTED to MURDER to RAPE to THIS VERY WAR, well... They hadn't made the nightmares any easier... The meds did, though. (Kinda...)

"This world breaks people. One way or the other."

"I, uhh... Texas says I SHOULD..."

Hyperactivity, blunt impulsion and a struggle with maintaining her own attention had LONG been problems that had cast Exusiai into danger TIME & TIME AGAIN. The youthful Sankta had a whole list of bad run-ins, mistakes, REGRETS, to her record. Yet, still, for the most part, she remained UNBOTHERED -- UNBURDENED. Fact also remained that she'd grown RECKLESS, CARELESS & IMPULSIVE in many things. Definitely didn't get enough sleep at night. And had a tendency for getting herself KNEE DEEP IN SHIT. But she meant well, and had fun, and only hurt the BAD PEOPLE, right? So it couldn't have been THAT IMPORTANT... -- RIIIGHT??

"But... What's the WORST that could happen?"

"I... What exactly are we counting as medication here?"

Did they count the CANDIES & TREATMENTS that protected against FROSTBITE? Did they count the various ways she'd tried over the years to actually feel some level of WARMTH? To warm the CHILL that was in her deathly rattling bones? Or were they just talking about the medications that Rhodes Island filled Infection with to pretend like they were actually making a DIFFERENCE. Then again, maybe they WERE making a difference... And it was all just so much harder for FrostNova to see from so far away. Irregardless, the answer was: No. she DIDN'T take any official medications. But she had her own self-medications. For what they counted for. 

"I make do."

"Mmh? Oh, no..."

Shake of her accompanied her simple answer. Sometimes she wondered if she should have. Mostly whenever her personality PISSED OFF Blaze, but in truth she spent more time ADMINISTERING medication than TAKING IT. After all, she may have been a designated SNIPER, but she still was an operator working for Rhodes Island. And every last INFECTED in the world NEEDED medication. In fact, the more she thought about it... Maybe they should've been screening people more closely on a PSYCHOLOGICAL basis rather than observing their levels of ORIGINUM CRYSTALIZATION, no? Not to say they didn’t. They absolutely did. PRTS was surprisingly adept at it. But... But just like with treating the Infected, couldn’t they always do a better job at that, too?

"It's surprising, really. Or... Or maybe we're just not thinking about that kinda stuff? Maybe it's just become the new normal, y'know?"

"Medication? Me? Oh, no. I'm not any medication."

Granted, for every pill Makoto DIDN'T take she had a line in her contract with JOHANNA that all but unshackled her from the constraints of her greatest mental battles. Including her OBSESSIVE COMPULSION, PERFECTIONISM, CODEPENDENCY & INABILITY TO SAY NO BORN OF NO SMALL AMOUNT OF SELF-DEPRECATION. But then, didn't Johanna make everything in Makoto's life turn monochrome? Flirting in that moral grey area, caught between her duty as a Lungmen Guard and her own INFECTED VIGILANCE. In many ways, she supposed she was LUCKY for that. Every last inch of that self-deprecation came with another inch of herself she GENUINELY didn't like. And since Johanna had come into her life, Makoto had step-for-step came closer & closer to someone she could be PROUD OF.

"But I don't blame people if they need it. This... This world is... It's hard... So very hard..."

"Huh? Medication? What on Terra possessed you to ask a question like that?"

For once, Swire was NOT acting out of self-defence but, rather, asking very genuine questions. Albeit... She still didn't exactly ask them WELL. Confrontation was Swire's life. The bitch wore her heart on her sleeve, and her heart was big but easily wounded. To answer: Swire was not presently on any medication. She'd had her BOUTS of issues and therapies, usually when those insecurities ADDED UP, and she stopped being able to SIT ON HER FEELINGS, but largely she remained clean. At her standard, she liked to think she was HANDLING IT WELL... ALL THINGS CONSIDERED... But deep down? Well... Her episodes DID speak for themselves. (And it was usually Ch'en picking up the pieces.)

"Not right now. But sometimes life just gets to ya, y'know?"

"Medication? Hm. Sounds almost novel at this point, in all honesty. One might say, NAIVE."

If ANYONE was a poster-child for SHOULD BE ON MEDICATION, it was far and away TALULAH ARTORIUS. The girl had been broken for one or two decades far too long. & now she was FAR TOO FAR GONE. Pretty sure anyone who rallies together a radicalized group of freedom fighters to take over Lungmen & Ursus through TERROR TACTICS with a central goal of enacting revenge on the friends and family that HURT THEM as a child most certainly qualified for needing therapy. (Or maybe an ASYLUM.) Maybe if people had cared back when she was still BREAKING, all of this coud've been avoid. And, no, Ch'en DIDN'T count. How could she? What was her baby sister SUPPOSED to do about her abused sister who had been driven to psychosis by their very own family?

"We're far beyond the point of no return by now. Sometimes tells me I'm going to die before even taking one pill."

"Kee-Ahaha... Haha... Ahahahahahaha... Oh... That's cute."

Holy. Fucking. Shit. They really had to ASK that question? No. Of course she wasn 't on MEDICATION. The psychotic bitch didn't even let Rhodes Island treat her for Oripathy and she'd SIGNED ON AS THEIR MERCENARY. Of course, being feared by every last motherfucker in the galaxy kinda had some BENEFITS in that sense. Now, should she have been? Of course she should have been. Girl had one of the highest Originum densities in all of Rhodes Island. Oh, and there was the little tid bit of her being a PYROMANIACAL, MURDEROUS LITTLE PSYCHO. Yeah, that level of destructive psychotic mania PROBABLY needed a maximum security INSANE ASYLUM, let alone anti-psychotics and sedatives. But as they say somewhere else in the world: Y.O.L.O!!

"I'd like to meet the doctor that can actually make me take my pills~~!!"

"..."

Silence spoke louder than words, as they always say. And the truth was... Yuhsia was on SEVERAL medications as a result of the youth she spent alone in Lungmen after the disappearance of TALULAH and the abandonment of CH'EN & SWIRE. Would anyone really be surprised to learn that? Probably NOT, in all honesty. Mafia girl was left alone with some of the corrupt narcissist this side of the Ursus border and later forced to do all of the Rat King & Wei Yenwu's DIRTY WORK. Not to mention the sting of BROKEN PROMISES. To this day, Yuhsia had never EVER let anyone get remotely close to her. Most of all, Ch'en & Swire. Though they persisted like nagging little GNATS. But back to the question at hand... Yuhsia had developed a certain... TEMPERAMENT that she liked to keep on top of. The Rat King saw the worst of it. But she'd be damned if she EVER let Ch'en and Swire see it in the slightest. Meds HELPED with that.

"You should be careful asking questions like that to people like me. Who knows what might happen to you..."