#nobody probably cares but I was proud of that door and just wanted to post it at least somewhere x)

[bisquitly]

Honestly sad that I need to take these down🥲 so thought to finally show them then

I'm moving next week so that's why... had so much fun making the JO door, tho it started as just Kris one xD, but yeah quickly evolved to that.

Aaaand of course the mess which I call my fridge x) you can find stuff from JO kultsa and Käärijä Baltic princess gigs :) and of course fanarts which I got or bought from these talented artists🙏 (still so freaking happy I succeeded getting Jesse card!)

[steviewashere]

Bruise

Rating: Mature CW: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con (Not Between Main Pairing), Implied Cheating (But It's Not Actually Cheating! Nobody's Cheating on Anybody!), Mild Blood/Injury Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Divergent, Future Fic, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Worried Eddie Munson, Angry Eddie Munson, Traumatized Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Cuddling & Snuggling For @steddieangstyaugust Day 10 Prompt: "Where were you?" This one's sort of rough. And I'm not very proud of it, but the idea just wouldn't leave me alone for this prompt. Might as well poke the bug with a stick, see if it does a trick or something, right?

🫂—————🫂 It takes three tries to get the key in the lock. His hands tremble and sweat profusely. When he finally does get the front door open, he’s met to an unperceptive darkness. A part of him is so disgusted by the state of himself, he doesn’t even want to flick on the light switch. So, simply, he doesn’t. Steps on the heels of his Nikes and tosses them carelessly at where he knows the shoe rack to be. Places his keys on the little table they keep by the door. And then he steps forward.

That’s when the darkness gives way. A singular amber light in the living room, the floor lamp between their couch and back door. It’s quiet when he enters the space. The television is just barely crackling, freshly turned off. Away from the screen, his eyes track over to the sofa on the right farthest wall. 

Eddie’s sitting straight and narrow on the middle cushion. Wild hair tossed up into a heavy bun that tries to flop over to one side when he looks over at Steve. Wearing black pajama pants and a plain white muscle tank. His fingers are interlaced with each other, fingernails biting into the soft skin on the backs of his hands. Mouth rolled thin, eyes wide and seething, cheeks flushed with an anger Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen directed at him.

“Where were you?” Eddie asks, piercing and quick. He inhales sharp through his nose. “And don’t give me some stupid fucking excuse, I can see the hickey peeking out from the collar of your shirt. Cut to the chase and break my heart so that I can go to sleep.”

The fight response in him says to argue, to spit venom and slap Eddie across the face for suggesting something so unfaithful. But it’s hard to dispute a claim like that after tonight—when it happened. He wraps his arms around his torso, biting his own fingernails into the thin skin around his ribs. Hopes—no, prays—that it makes him hurt enough to get his scattered thoughts in order, to never talk about what exactly went down.

But in the face of Eddie’s rare rage, it’s hard to just swallow the words. To chew his lip and rescind the oncoming tears. So he doesn’t. He bites his chapped lip and focuses his eyes on the surface of the coffee table—them burning and prickling immediately.

He shuffles his way forward, picking up friction static on the bottoms of his socks. Plops himself on Eddie’s left. And though it probably won’t be perceived well, he rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder. To ground him, to find something. The first fat tear scalds down the side of his face.

“I didn’t want it,” he breathes. Closes his eyes, eyelids blooming black and blue with the little bit of light. Swallows, saliva clicking rough and painful all the way down. “Eds,” he squeaks.

“Don’t lie to me, Steve,” Eddie hisses, pulling back.

One of Eddie’s hands releases from their grip, instead slithering over and landing on Steve’s thigh. Gripping hard and fast.

And Steve is remembering at that. The booth at the club he took. Watching his work friends disappear to the dance floor, and the bathroom, and back to the bar for chips. Except for one—the guy who had been circling him for years. Who had a one track mind and wandering hands, and a way of caging Steve into the back of the booth, blocking him from even sliding under the table to make his quick exit. Had a way to pin his arms in such a manner he couldn’t push away or fight back, even though he fucking tried. So he had to take it. Just had to take it.

Jolting, he scoots away from Eddie. Back hitting the armrest. The hand doesn’t leave, though. Scrambling, he shoves at Eddie’s hand. “Stop it,” he murmurs rapid-like, “stop it. Don’t…don’t, not there.” He can’t bring himself to open his eyes, but he’s damn well aware of when Eddie finally gets the memo. When his thigh stops burning.

“Steve,” Eddie is saying, something like a warning in his tone. Not one of those petulant warning scolds. Something darker. A dangerous question then follows, “What happened?” That graveness in his voice not letting up.

His chest hurts. Hurts the way it does when he was being pulled fast and hard under the surface of Lover’s Lake. When he could only gulp water and just endure it. Tries to breathe, that’s probably what’s wrong, but it hurts, too. Shards of glass in his lungs, but he needs to get through this. So Eddie won’t look at him that way ever again. Like Steve would ever do that to another person—let alone somebody he considers his all-in.

“I couldn’t get him off of me,” he rushes to say. The words will just get lost and mush between the cushions if he doesn’t try. “I tried, Eddie. Please, believe me, I tried to fight back. But he…he caged me in in the booth and forced himself on me and I…I didn’t know—I couldn’t”—

Eddie shushes him quietly. A noticeably hesitant, shaking like his own, hand places itself on his shoulder—opposite of where the hickey is. “Did this guy…did he get into…” And then he just trails, leaving Steve to guess.

But he knows.

He knows.

Steve opens his eyes and catches Eddie’s own. No longer seething at him. It’s an undercurrent to his currently half-neutral, half-downtrodden expression. Like he’s pissed at himself for not being there to stop it. Pissed at the world, for that matter. That ugly part of Eddie that wants to fix it all, face it head-on, do something about it. It’s something about Eddie that makes Steve afraid half the time; because Eddie would usually fix a problem in his own way—either through and idiotic way, hurting himself or he’d hurt somebody else, a different, more dangerous idiotic way.

He nods, though. Nods because it’s true. And he’s grimy with it. Not because he actually responded the way the guy had hoped he would, but damn it—he is raw and sore from the friction that the guy tried to take on. Because he really thought that Steve would do that for somebody like him. If he looks away from Eddie right now, he’s sure he could remember and pinpoint just exactly how and where this guy touched him. He thinks he’ll throw up if he does, though. Thinks he’ll disintegrate into some pile of ash.

A part of him sort of wishes he had just cheated. This feels worse than betraying Eddie.

This was a betrayal done onto him. A dirty, disgusting, drawn out betrayal. With words that Eddie would murmur in his ear—“You close, baby?” he remembers the guy asking. But then saying, “I bet it does. Anything feels good to you, I bet. Could tell from the moment we met that you were a well seasoned whore.”

And Eddie’s used that word before. But Steve had liked it. Liked the way Eddie’s warm breath blew in his ear. The way Eddie was still gentle with him and would take him apart piece by little piece, then stitch him back up at the end of the night. A warm rag being pressed to his sweaty skin and kisses to his hairline and reassuring that Steve isn’t that, he’s, “My baby boy,” so Eddie had said one time.

He never wants to hear it again. And that, he knows, is worse than betraying Eddie in his own right. Because this random fucking work colleague betrayed the relationship he has with Eddie. He’ll never be the same again. Doesn’t think that him and Eddie could be the same again. Not after tonight. 

At least he could apologize for cheating. At least he could make it up over and over and over again. At least he could eventually be loved by Eddie, maybe. Be given a second chance.

This. He can’t apologize for this. There’s nothing to apologize for. He did nothing wrong. But he still feels wrong. Still feels dirty. Still feels…ugly and mistrusting.

“Oh, Steve,” Eddie coos, murmuring. “Steve, I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know why you’re apologizing. I’m the one who…” Steve shakes his head. “Should’ve just stayed home tonight like I originally planned. Can’t believe I thought I could ever be friends with a guy like that.”

Eddie’s thumb digs into the soft spot where Steve’s shoulder connects to his neck. It traces along the collar of his shirt. “None of this is your fault, sweetheart.”

“It’s not yours either, Eds. It just sucks that this happened.” He exhales slow from his nose. And with syrupy limbs, he scoots himself close to Eddie’s side and rests his head back on his shoulder. Nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry that I worried you. I…I guess you had every right to worry.”

The hand on his shoulder falls away, instead, Eddie wraps his arm around the top of Steve’s back. Squeezes him in tighter, but not enough to suffocate or trap him. Gentle. Caring. “To think I thought the worst of you,” Eddie then mutters, “I knew you could never.”

“I’m home now,” Steve whispers.

“Thank God you’re home. How about we go to bed, sweetheart? We’ll talk more about this later, only if you want.”

“Tomorrow,” Steve murmurs, “and I want to shower before we sleep. I feel so gross right now.”

“Right,” Eddie utters, “you go do that and I’ll wait in the bedroom, okay? We’ll take things at your pace for the next little while.” He draws back, gently brushing his hand over Steve’s shoulder. Before Steve can get away though, Eddie’s suddenly asking, “Which guy from work was it?”

“That one cashier I keep having trouble with. The one with that burn scar on his forearm. I’ll report him to HR on Monday when I’m on shift. See if they’ll take it seriously.”

Eddie nods. His eyes flickering with something that Steve can’t quite place. Almost like a decision’s been made, but he won’t ask. Maybe it’ll be worth it to not stop Eddie from doing whatever fix-it plan he’s come up with. “The club was the one that’s like fifteen minutes out from here, right?” Steve nods instead of verbally responding. “Hm,” Eddie hums. “Go on and take a shower, sweetheart. I’ve got some thinking to do.”

Steve could still ask, if he wants to. But he won’t. Knows that he’d never, not about tonight. Because whatever Eddie’s decided—it’s a plan already hatching and too long gone to stop.

——— Later that evening, when he is fully dried off and changed into his pajamas, he emerges from the bathroom to find Eddie on their bed. Reading glasses perched on his nose. A well battered copy of The Hobbit in his grip. The fingers gripping tight to the covers, though, are different than what he saw earlier. They’re a fresh dark plum. He thinks he sees blood caked on Eddie’s skin.

“Heard the car through the wall,” Steve idly comments. Stops by their hamper, plops his soiled clothes in the bin. Walks around to his side of the bed. Climbs under the covers. Eddie’s wrapping an arm around his shoulders as soon as his head hits the pillow, drawing him in close and warm to his side. “You go somewhere while I was showering?”

Eddie clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. Places his book on the side table, clicks off the lamp, and sets aside his glasses. Nuzzles deep into his pillow. “Remembered that we were out of Gatorade. Knew you had been wanting some more. Thought it might make you feel better,” he murmurs into the dead air of their room.

“Anywhere else?”

“Nowhere of importance. At least to you.” Drops a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. We’ll figure all of this out by Monday morning.”

——— When Monday morning finally comes, Steve is quick to stride past the register of that guy. It’s a moment he’s been dreading the entire weekend. Though, something’s off when he goes by the check stand.

Notices, weirdly, how the douchebag cowers when Steve’s in his orbit. A flash of mottled purple on his face. And Steve would know that kind of thing better than anybody else. Bruising from a punch to the face. A plaster on the bridge of his nose. Realizes it’s a little more crooked than the last time he saw it.

The clues begin to connect in his brain. And all at once, he knows what happened.

Steve hopes that Eddie broke it.

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[nvuy]

your writing style is a dream of mine, and the pacing & humor in your fics are some of the many reasons i decided to follow you !

i'm trying to write fanfics myself & potentially even run a writing blog! could you share a few writing tips?

you are so cute.

i’ll let you in on a secret: i started actually publishing my fics in 2020, but i since abandoned them because they’re embarrassing. however, here’s one as a starting point. i look back at it and cringe A LOT, but it was my foot in the door, and 15 year old me was very proud of it, so i didn’t want to straight up delete it.

i didn’t start out on tumblr because i get nervous being forced to interact with people because im a pretty abrupt person and i talk about the things that i like too much and im aware that can scare people away. it was about halfway thru writing old habits before i actually posted something. that was this and i posted it because i knew what little audience i had knew ME because i wrote a scaramouche fic. so. scaramouche content.

and because of the tumblr tagging system, people saw it, they liked it, and some people wanted more.

i then interacted with other writers slowly even though i was scared and frankly still am. you dont have to go around asking to be moots or spamming hearts left and right and putting their dicks in ur mouth, but being nice and having a scope around on what other people do on here helped me develop this ugly little blog i have.

i got really into hsr so i write a lot of hsr. i get a lot of people that ask if i could write more genshin impact, and i could, but at the end of the day, it’s my blog, and if i dont want to, i dont have to. i lost interest, so i dont really have to care about it, nor pay it any mind. do i still write it? sure! rarely, but i do. i don’t play wuwa anymore, but im down to write a piece or two if i get an idea, etc etc.

another thing is: don’t write in the hopes that you’ll post it on tumblr. same way i don’t think artists should draw just for the sake of posting. i have so much shit laying on various docs that won’t even be shown on this site, because it doesn’t need to be here. not because it’s bad, or it’s weird, but because i don’t have to post it, because it’s my blog.

the thing is you just be yourself and write whatever the fuck you want. i write horror & weird shit; my audience is probably well aware of that by now, and im not really worried to post anything super weird because its sort of what’s expected of me.

i know horror and romantic cannibalism connotations and yanderes and unsubtle sexy threats is not everyone’s thing, and that’s ok! they don’t have to like what i put out, and i don’t worry about it, because people who like your shit will interact, and people who don’t will not. and people that don’t like ur shit and still interact are losers. hit the block button & move on.

someone is always bound to like your works.

i guess the ‘funny’ comes from the fact that i try to write dialogue how real people would speak. in fictional context, someone like kaedehara kazuha could wax poetry for three hours without stuttering in game, but realistically, nobody can probably do that without pauses, stammers, messing up words, etc. so i try to incorporate a sense of realism into everything, even if it’s a fanfiction in a world where a small boy in white tights is a god and everyone gets tiny little orbs that give them magical elemental powers.

i remember that even though these characters are fictional, i write them as though they could potentially be real people that do things real people do: fidget, stutter, blush, try and be funny and fail, they have problems large or small, etc. you have to mould your personality and writing style to make these characters alive on what you put out—childe seems like a great husband on paper, but is he all that good when he has unchecked mental health problems and has violent outbursts and desires? think about it.

another thing: don’t doubt your skill and prowess, especially in comparing yourself to posts with like 10000+ notes. most of them are note farming bullshit anyway—and a lot of the reader community is more likely to click on porn fics than normal fics. its why the popular posts on the x reader tags are usually porn. it’s half the reason why confiteor is infinitely more popular that old habits when im pretty sure scaramouche is a bigger character on the popularity charts.

strictly nsfw blogs that people make i can guarantee you are a lot more popular than their main blogs.

which brings me to: dont hop on trends. don’t do it. youll burn yourself out. just write what you want. fuck everyone. do whatever the fuck you want. if porn is popular but you’re extremely sex-repulsed or not comfortable, don’t write it. dont write to please people; it’s your blog and your time you’re putting into to do what YOU like, and you’re sharing your work for FREE on a public platform. a lot of people can’t do that. there’s people that follow my blog that openly admit they don’t like yandere/horror/whatever content. am i going to change what i post because of these people? no. not my problem. don’t care. i don’t exist to please everyone, and neither do you. stick to what you like.

don’t write for fandoms you don’t give a shit about just because they’re popular. even if what you like has a small, non-existent fan base, i promise you’ll enjoy writing for that more than something that you’re creating for clicks. notes are nice, but again, you don’t have to post everything you create. half the joy in writing is rediscovering old shit you don’t remember writing for a fandom you actually like. it’s like a reward.

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

i saw your post saying you wanted ff requests, and i don't know if this is specific enough for you, if it's not, thats fine and you don't have to do it, but i'd love for you to write an averyjameson fic where avery has a panic attack during an event of some sorts (any reason; reminders of the shooting, etc), and jamie finds her in an empty hallway and comforts her with like forehead kisses and by whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

OOOOO OKAYY (and dw it’s specific enough 💗💗)

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I patted down my dress, hoping to make the time pass by faster. As a result of Jamesons brushes with the law, Alisa dragged us to another fancy party to clear the air around us. The only thing was that tomorrow would mark the official day that my mom died. I wanted to get it off my mind, but it never would. That day will probably haunt me till the day I die. And having to fake smiles, engage in small talk, and pretend like I belong here just makes everything more difficult. I held in a breath as Grayson, Jameson, Nash, and another rich family that Tobias was associated with walked towards me. I forced a smile.

“Hello, Mr and Mrs. Beaumont. How are you enjoying the party so far?” I asked, morphing my face into something pleasant. The truth was, I hadn’t told Jameson that tomorrow marked the day that my mom had died because I wanted to get it off my mind. But now I sort of wished I had somebody who understood what was going on, somebody like Jameson. Mr. Beaumont flashed me a winning smile.

“It’s quite the party, Ms. Grambs. I love the venue, very nice and old fashioned.” He said, smiling. I smiled back.

“Alisa wanted this place to have a cozy, yet elegant feel. I suggested it myself.” Nash said, tipping his hat. I caught Jamesons eye and immediately his smile turned into a frown. I wondered if he could really read the sadness on my face that well, when nobody else had seemed to notice. Is everything okay? He asked with his eyes. I looked away, swallowing. It felt horrible to push Jameson out, but honestly I just wanted to be alone right now. And I can’t tell him what’s going on anyway, with the Beaumonts in front of us. Mrs. Beaumont smiles, her eyes shimmering.

“So, I heard you’re creating a Game, Ms. Grambs?” She asks me. I nod.

“Yes. It involves 7 contestants from all around the world who have a chance to receive millions of dollars, if they can complete and win The Game. It’ll be mostly riddles, puzzles, and games that require your brain power. Me and the Hawthornes, as well as Rebecca and Thea, will be supplying the riddles and puzzles.” I respond. Her smiles widens.

“Well, aren’t you a smart girl? Thinking up riddles all on your own. Your mother must be so proud. I wish I had a girl, but instead I have 3 little boys who wreak havoc on each other.” She said with a laugh. She keeps talking about The Game, but all other conversation fades into background noise as my breathing stops. Your mother must be so proud. Was she proud, my mother? I didn’t know anymore. Because I didn’t know my mother anymore. I was starting to forget her belief in me, her love for me, her laugh, and that fills me up with an emptiness that nothing else ever could. Feeling the tears threaten to burst from my eyes, I butt into Graysons and Mr. Beaumonts conversation.

“I’m sorry, but I have to use the washroom, If you’ll excuse me.” I say, before turning and walking towards the hall. But as tears start to shine my eyes, my walk turns into a run, and suddenly I’m sprinting down the venue towards the exit. I speed past Libby, who’s giving me a wide eyed look and calling out my name, but I didn’t care. I needed to be away from all of this, because it was killing me. I shoved the doors open, gasping as the tears start sliding down my cheeks. I run into an empty hallway and spot a table, with a large white tablecloth blocking the legs of it. I duck under it and sit there, the tablecloth blocking anybody’s view of me, and sob into my knees. The hall was empty, but I still tried my best to cry as quietly as possible. After about 30 seconds of sobbing, I heard footsteps coming into the hall. I sucked in a breath as I tried to stay as quiet as I could, while also listening to see who it was. There wasn’t a voice, but from close to me I could hear a sigh, and immediately recognized it. Jameson. He walks closer, his footsteps getting louder. Suddenly, a breath catches in my throat and I sniff without meaning to. The footsteps stop, and then get way louder. Then, a hand yanks the table cloth up, and Jameson crawls under the table to sit next to me. He doesn’t put a hand around my waist, or kiss me, but instead speaks.

“Y’know, Heiress, we’re probably gonna have to go to another dinner party because of the drama that you sparked at this one.” He said, his voice joking. I didn’t say anything, but the sound of his voice was still comforting, so I soaked it in. Then, he turned to me, a serious look in his eyes.

“Your mother is proud of you. I can’t think of a reason she wouldn’t be.” He said. I turned to look at him, the eye contact making my stomach twist, and tears started to shine my eyes again.

“I just can’t stop wondering if I’m doing it all right. Or if I’m disappointing her or not.” I say, looking down at my knees. Then, I feel his arm slide around my waist, and the touch is so comforting I sigh.

“Of course you’re doing it right. You’re living your life, flying around the world and visiting all the places that you and her had planned to go. You donated almost all of the money you inherited to an amazing cause, became the world’s youngest philanthropist, and fell in love with an extremely handsome man.” He says, the ends of his lips tilting up at the last part. I smile myself, choking out a sob-laugh. His smile vanishes as he takes my face in his hands and kisses the tears off it. Each kiss feels like a balm on open wounds, and I was starting to regret not telling him about my mother’s death date being tomorrow earlier. When he’s done kissing my tears, he stares into my eyes, with so much love in his own I shiver.

“If your mother were around today, all she would be able to talk about is how proud you make her, Avery Kylie Grambs. Never forget that.” He whispered, his voice intense. I wiped my eyes with a smile and held his hand, before bringing my face close to his and kissing his forehead.

“I’ll try not to, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.” I whispered back, using his full name just like how he had used mine. He grinned at me and brought his lips close to mine. I gave a small nod and suddenly, Jameson was kissing me, each brush of his lips making me want more and more. Eventually we separated, and I turned my body, laying my head on his chest. We both didn’t say a word, and I allowed myself to relax and soak up the moment, while focusing on the beat of Jamesons heart. I smile, and just for a moment, imagine my mother looking down on me, smiling as well.

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THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUESTTT THANK YOUU 💗💗

alsoo can anybody spot the lyra x grayson line from the brothers hawthorne that i put in here? 😜

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 20. Returning Home | Snape & Abbie

AN: This is a repost of a one-shot I posted before but it fits the prompt so perfectly I couldn’t bring myself to do anything else! (Also I am lazy lol)

Art by @reinekefoxart!

Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:

December 1999

Abbie was exhausted. She’d endured an eight-hour flight, she was jetlagged, and the muggle border control had almost seen the magical flora she’d brought back with her before she managed to surreptitiously cast a charm to disguise it.

She was actually home a day earlier than promised. She wasn’t sure she could handle meeting her family at the airport - it had been hard enough for her when they’d seen her off. She’d much rather see them for the first time in a more comfortable and less public setting. So she had moved her flight a day earlier, and decided to surprise them at home.

She was too exhausted to apparate, especially carrying heavy luggage, so she hailed the Knight Bus and tried not to vomit as it jumped around the country, eventually landing outside the cottage she had missed so much. They’d been living in it barely more than a year when she left, but it already felt more like home to her than either of her parents’ previous houses.

As she pulled her suitcase up the path, Abbie looked up at the windows. The lights were off upstairs, and only the living room light was on - her sisters were probably already asleep, her mother in the living room and her father either there with her or in his study.

Abbie tried to suppress the grin on her face, but she couldn’t help it. It had been an incredible few months, and she was looking forward to her next semester, but she had been so homesick, and she was excited to see them again.

She knocked on the door. She could have let herself in, but she was her father’s daughter and she wanted to add some flair to her unexpected arrival.

The door opened a crack. Then, after a moment’s pause, it opened fully.

“You cheeky bugger!” Persephone laughed. “Come here.”

She pulled her daughter into a hug, and Abbie melted into her mother’s familiar embrace.

“Oh, I missed you!” Persephone said with relief.

“I missed you too, Mum,” Abbie replied with a grin on her face. “Are the girls asleep?”

“Yes, I just put them down an hour ago. How have you been?” Persephone stepped back to usher Abbie inside, taking her suitcase in for her. “Have you been eating properly? Are you keeping safe?”

Abbie laughed. “Great, yes, and yes. It’s amazing how much safer I feel when there’s no Death Eaters lurking in the shadows.”

“Speaking of which - Severus!” Persephone called. He was, unsurprisingly, in his study. “Look who’s here!”

With less than a day to Abbie’s return, Severus was getting anxious. He had been counting down the days to her return since she’d left. He knew he’d miss her, but he’d had no idea just how much; it felt as if he were missing a limb. Or, more accurately, it was as if he were missing a piece of his soul. She wrote, of course, but owls couldn’t fly across the Atlantic and so they had to rely on muggle post, which took far too long for Severus’ liking. He was proud of her for following her dreams, of course he was, but did those dreams really have to be three thousand miles across the ocean?

And so, on the day before she was due to arrive, Severus’ tension was at an all time high. Persephone had taken the girls to bed, leaving him to distract himself the way he knew best - by locking himself in his study and working until something or someone reminded him of the outside world.

That reminder came when he heard his wife’s voice calling his name.

“Severus! Look who’s here!”

Severus sighed. He didn’t care a jolt who may be visiting them so late at night. Abbie wasn’t back until tomorrow, and so there was nobody it could be that would interest him.

When he didn’t respond, she knocked on the door. “Sev!” Persephone called again.

“Tell them to sod off,” Severus called back.

“Oh, fine, I’ll just fly back to New York, then.”

Severus froze. He recognised her voice immediately, and he knew no one else who would have flown from New York - and nobody else quite as sarcastic, although Potter gave her a good run for her money.

He practically leapt from his desk, ignoring the bang of his knee against the corner as he hurried to fling the door open and step out into the hallway.

Sure enough… there she was. She grinned at him.

Forgetting all decorum, Severus strode across the hall to her; she met him halfway, and they collided into a tight embrace as effortlessly as if it were rehearsed.

It felt as if something had slotted into place. It was like taking a sip of cold water when desperately thirsty, or that first bite of food on a starving stomach. A human needs food, water and sleep to survive, but Severus had a fourth need - he needed his best friend.

Abbie clung to him as tightly as he did to her, as if they were both afraid of losing the other again. Severus felt a tear run down his cheek, but he didn’t care. It was a tear of relief, of joy, to have his daughter home again.

“I missed you,” Abbie mumbled into his shoulder.

“And I, you,” Severus replied softly. He kissed her gently on the side of her head - oh, how he had missed those little affections - and pulled back to look at her.

He frowned.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked, lifting a finger to her hair to examine a streak of purple that sat beneath her black locks.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Abbie laughed. “Funnily enough, that didn’t deter me.”

“I suppose the thought only encouraged you.”

Abbie grinned mischievously. Severus couldn’t resist a small smile, relieved as he was to have his daughter home, the smartarse that she was.

“Are you two still having your moment?” Persephone asked as she arrived back at the base of the stairs. “I can come back later.”

“We’re done,” Abbie promised, although Severus disagreed, but he allowed her to step away from him. “I know it’s late, but can I have some dinner? The food on the plane was garbage.”

“Oh, Merlin, she’s speaking like them now,” Severus sighed. “Remember you’re a Hogwarts girl, Abbie, not Ilvermorny.”

“Oh, there’s a boy in my suite who’s from Ilvermorny!” Abbie said excitedly as Persephone began rummaging around in the freezer for food.

“How do you know? You weren’t risking magic in front of muggles, I hope?” Severus asked sternly.

Abbie squirmed uncomfortably. “Actually, he recognised me. Well… my name. Well… your name.”

“Our name,” Persephone reminded her. “We’ve only got frozen pizza, by the way, we were going to go shopping tomorrow before you got in.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Anyway, I introduced myself and he asked if my father was Severus Snape. Turns out you’re famous over there now too.”

“Oh, Merlin,” Severus sighed.

“But he’s the only one! Nobody else knew. It was nice, actually, to at least have one person over there who knew I’m a witch, but to everybody else I was completely anonymous. People know who I am because of me, not because of you.”

Severus smiled, although his heart twinged with a little sadness too that her new life was so completely separate from him.

“Did he tell you about the Ilvermorny houses?” Persephone asked as she placed the pizza in the oven and set the timer.

“Yes, and I reckon I’d be in Pukwudgie.”

Severus scoffed. “Pukwudgie? Really? What a ridiculous name.”

Persephone looked at them both thoughtfully. “No, she’s right,” she said. “Well, you’re both right - it is a stupid name, but it represents the heart. And no one has a bigger heart than our Abbie.”

“What house do you think you’d be in?” Abbie asked.

“Horned Serpent,” Persephone replied. “You too, Sev.”

Severus humphed. “Well, I suppose that sounds most similar to Slytherin.”

“Actually, it’s more like Ravenclaw. There isn’t really an equivalent to Slytherin. But, yes, it is snakey.”

“Snakey,” Abbie repeated with a laugh. “Snapey and snakey?”

“Exactly!”

Severus shook his head in dismay. He knew it wouldn’t be long until the twins started talking - Ariadne had already managed a few words - and he’d no doubt be subjected to even more nonsense.

He sighed. “Well, Abbie, would you like to join us to watch a film tonight, or would you rather head straight to bed?”

Abbie rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, because I came home a day early because I missed my bed.” She nudged him playfully. “I came because I missed you, you dolt. What are we watching?”

“We were trying to decide earlier but we couldn’t agree,” Persephone said, leading them into the sitting area.

“Oh, is this the DVD player Dad bought you?” Abbie asked curiously, recalling the letter she’d received a little over a week after her mother’s birthday.

“No, it’s the DVD player your sisters bought me,” Persephone corrected her.

“Oh, right, of course. They bought it. With their money.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, they don’t have money,” Severus sighed. “The shopkeeper simply gave it to them when he saw how cute they are.”

Abbie nodded, as if this were a completely sensible thing to happen. “Well, if you two can’t decide what to watch, I’ll choose something.” She looked through the handful of DVDs that were sitting on a shelf, while her parents settled back into their seats.

“Ha! Told you!” Persephone exclaimed victoriously when Abbie chose Se7en.

“And where am I supposed to sit?” Abbie asked when she turned back towards them and saw that Persephone was sat on the end of the sofa, her legs on Severus’ lap as he sat in the middle.

“With me, of course,” Severus said matter-of-factly. He gestured to the remaining seat next to him, and with a roll of her eyes Abbie sat, cuddling up to him before hitting play on the remote.

“Worth coming home early for?” Severus asked softly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into an embrace.

Abbie smiled. “Definitely.”

[derangedanomaly]

yugioh anon here again for another imagine :3 saw the post where it turns out they’re only nice to us cuz chaos accidentally got em on a metaphorical leash but i have already gotten attached so face the wrath of blade angst comfort <3

You’d been here for about a month or so, sitting down on a very fancy gothic sofa. It was a contrast to the dull interior, so it must’ve been Chaos attempting to get Nightmare to show his interests more. You only figured out it was Nightmare’s because in bright red ink on the side it reads, “LMAOO NIGHT STOP BEIN AN EMO”. You have a hunch that Blade wrote it. Speaking of, scanning the room he is nowhere to be found. It IS late night but he’s normally still bouncing around. Ace has a book held in his hands as he eagerly tells Ted about a suspenseful plot point that adds onto his earlier theory. Ted seems vaguely interested, but the popcorn is a good motivator to keep him there. Nightmare and Chaos are chatting back in the kitchen. Chaos had been testing out a new recipe and while Nightmare vehemently denies supporting anyone in anything, you can see a smile twist onto his face when Chaos explains how proud he is of his new creation.

… You aren’t sure if they’d notice you leaving. As a new member, nobody had really taken the chance to get to know you. Sure, they are civil and conversate with you but there isn’t a real connection. Chaos is a lovely fellow, but he can’t force everyone to ask about you or how you feel. Crying here would be humiliating. You get up, footsteps thunking less on the carpet than they would on the floor. It doesn’t matter if you’re friends or not, you’re here for a job! You’re not there to make buddies with everyone, it doesn’t mat-

A sound snaps you out of your spiral. Muffled sounds, broken and purposefully hushed. When you do fully hear them, they remind you of how you sounded when you broke your leg. It was violent crying and whimpering coming through that door. What was strange is that the sign had read “Blade”. Blade. He was funny sometimes, a bit of an ass to you but he was an ass to everyone it seemed. Watching anime with him was a fun way to kill time. Thinking about it, you’d not seen many of the other residents chat with him. Chaos, sure, but Ted frowned when he came by and Ace would get up and leave the room sometimes! Nightmare criticizes everyone because cultivating a garden of negativity is all he seems to do. He was like you. He was new even if he’d been there for so long. You knock on his door gently, hoping he’d even listen.

“Blade? Hello?” You whisper, calling out with concern.

No response comes. You expected as much.

“Blade, please? I know we don’t talk all that much but I’m willing to reach out. It.. I know how it feels to be left out, likely not as deeply as any of you but I still understand.” An irritated groan is all you get in response. Acknowledging you is an upgrade from ignoring, probably!

“You don’t have to let me in. I just want you to know you’re not gonna be alone. Not anymore, okay? I think that you’re a fun and silly person but that isn’t all you are. You’re far more than the goofy one in the group. You’re skilled in many things. Battle, listening to others when you want to, dealing with Nightmare’s irritating ‘suggestions’ on what we can do better. I’m willing to bet you’re a bright individual too. That you can get lonely like anyone else. That you’re a complex person who isn’t just one thing. I’m not leaving you behind, okay? Not just because we’re technically a team, but because I care.”

No response. You quietly sigh, but hearing a sniffle and another start of a whisper back shuts you up.

“Alright.. You’re sappy as hell, you know that? Still, I’m up to talk.” He’s reaching back and extending his worries. You smile. Perhaps you’ll both have a friend.

AHH THE WAY I DROPPED EVERYTHING I WAS DOING WHEN I SAW YOU REQUEST ME!!

I swear I'm in love with your imagines! ><

You're always on point with the characters personality, and always super creative! I love this! ^^

Keep blessing me with masterpieces like this, and I'll personally draw something special for you! :D

[rhondafromhr]

Last little snippet from the Grace in the church of the starry children au!!

Prompt by @aroace-elgyem. This is the final snippet I plan to post, next update will be a link the the final oneshot on ao3 whenever I finish it!!

Summary: In one timeline, Grace and her family are still highly devoted to their religion, but they worship entirely different Gods (or, rather, Lords) and have to be a little more hush-hush about it. Her old family friend, Uncle Wiley, brings her two special gifts for her eighteenth birthday: a cool, authentic vintage denim jacket from the eighties and her very own copy of the black book. She promises to use it sparingly until she’s older and she’s had more practice, but when Brenda, the pretty cheerleader at school with an obvious crush on her, confides in her that she’d do anything to get back her sister who disappeared, Grace decides to make an exception for her.

Part 1

Part 2

The next morning, Grace completes her outfit with the denim jacket and something about the feeling of its weight on her is just so right, as if it was always meant to be there. She ties up half of her hair with the scrunchy again, too. It’s not because Brenda got it for her or because she wants Brenda to see her wearing it and be happy that she likes it so much, she just prefers to have her hair out of her face. Yeah, that’s it.

She carefully tucks the book into her backpack. Bringing it to school might not be the best idea, but she’s even more reluctant to let it out of her sight. If she keeps it on her person at all times, she won’t lose it and she doesn’t have to worry about anyone messing with it or taking it, either. Even if Max Jägerman thinks snatching all the nerdy kids’ backpacks and dumping the contents into the nearest trash can is the funniest thing in the world, he would never in a million years do that to her. Nobody would. The upside of people leaving her alone is that they leave her alone. She sits down to breakfast with her parents again, fuels up with another piping hot cup of black coffee and heads out the door.

Throughout the day, she finds herself staring at her peers as they move through the hallways, some strolling nonchalantly to their next class and chatting with friends, worried only about making it on time and hoping Miss Mulberry won’t spring a pop quiz on them, others practically sprinting to get the hell out of there before Max can catch them. She watches as all of this is happening, only vaguely aware of it, feeling almost as if she isn’t quite there. Her mind is filled only with thoughts of all the different spells she could try out on them.

If she could catch one of them alone, she could devour their soul and hand it over to Nibblenephym on a silver platter. So long as she was careful to cover her tracks, she’d be fine. This is Hatchetfield, after all. People go missing every day and the police probably wouldn’t look too far into one more disappearance. Uncle Wiley would be so proud if she could pull off something so advanced right away. She knows her parents said to use the book sparingly, but she has to start somewhere. She has to do something or she’ll never learn how to harness its power. Still, she thinks it might not be a bad idea to tread lightly and start with something a little easier. She scowls. It’s so annoying when her parents are right, but they do have a point. They’re pretty well-versed in this type of thing and she knows they have her best interests at heart.

As she’s leaving English, her last class of the day, she gets her chance. She hears yelling, along with the familiar crashing sound of somebody being slammed into a locker. She peeks around the corner, careful not to reveal herself, and sees Max looming over the tall, lanky kid that always wears the bow tie and suspenders (she’s pretty sure his name is Peter. He sits with her at lunch as often as he can to avoid, well, this, but they’ve never really spoken before), holding him by the collar of his shirt. Max says something or other about staying out of his hallway and slams Peter to the ground before walking away and leaving him in a crumpled heap. He struggles to pick himself up and from the way his wrist bends, Grace is pretty sure it’s sprained or broken. This might be a good opportunity to try that healing spell. She steps out of the shadows and slowly approaches him.

“Hey, are you alright?” she asks him, doing her best not to look intimidating. She’s well aware of her reputation and while she normally doesn’t mind it, she does need him to not run away and actually let her get close enough to try out the spell.

“Fantastic,” he says with a bit of a bite “never better. You should see the other guy.”

“Let me see your wrist,” she says, kneeling down beside him “I, um, I know first aid, so I can tell if it’s broken or not.”

He eyes her uneasily, but still extends his arm, too dazed to object. She takes his wrist in one hand and uses the other to reach into her backpack and open the black book, keeping it inside so that he can’t see it. She flips to the page she needs and begins chanting the words slowly and carefully to get the pronunciation just right, saying them as quietly as possible under her breath so that Peter won’t hear. She wills herself to focus, putting every ounce of mental and physical energy in her body towards the task. She feels his wrist move beneath her fingers and when she removes them and opens her eyes, it’s once again straight. Peter looks at his wrist, then back at her, then back at his wrist again and tentatively moves it around, a mixture of surprise and suspicion on his face.

“Not broken,” Grace tells him. It’s not a lie - it isn’t broken, at least not anymore. “I guess Max isn’t as tough as he thinks it is.”

“Right,” says Peter, not sounding very convinced “uh, thanks, I guess. I’ll see you around.” He scurries off, leaving Grace to sit down on the floor. She feels a little weird, almost sort of dizzy and drained and not quite herself, but also more herself than she’s ever been. That really took it out of her. She’s glad she didn’t go straight to soul eating. She’s so focused on trying to breathe normally again that she doesn’t even notice Brenda standing over her until she says,

“Hi, Grace! This seat taken?”

Grace shakes her head, unable to really do anything else and Brenda takes a seat next to her.

“You okay?” she asks.

“Uh-huh,” Grace says “all good. Just a little tired, I guess.”

“Oh, totally, me too,” Brenda says “cheer practice was brutal today. It was all conditioning and they made us run a hundred laps. Like, literally! So many pushups, too. I can’t feel my arms!”

“Wow,” says Grace, genuinely impressed “who knew so much went into cheer. It sounds harder than football, even.”

“Thank you!” says Brenda “that’s what I’m saying! Nobody gets it.” Grace isn’t sure how to respond and they sit in not entirely comfortable, but not entirely awkward silence for a moment before Brenda says, “Hey, I saw you, like, holding hands with the bow tie kid earlier. No judgment. He’s rich, I get it. Just didn’t think he was your type.”

Grace studies her face and she could swear that Brenda almost looks a little hurt, her expression tinged with just a hint of disdain that implies there might in fact be a little bit of judgment for being involved with the bow tie kid.

“Oh, it wasn’t like that,” Grace says quickly. She’s not sure why she’s so eager for Brenda to know that. “Max pushed him and he landed on his wrist kind of funny. I was just checking it out to make sure it wasn’t broken or anything.”

Brenda visibly relaxes, her eyes softening and her lips curling into a fond smile. “That’s actually really sweet,” she says “I don’t know why people are so afraid of you.”

“People are afraid of me?” Grace says, doing her best to sound shocked and appalled. When Brenda’s eyes go wide and she starts to sputter, Grace turns to her with an impish grin and says, “I’m just messing with you. I know.”

Brenda snorts and descends into a fit of laughter. Grace thinks it’s just about the prettiest sound she’s ever heard. She’s pleased that Brenda liked her joke so much. “Okay, I take it back, you’re awful,” she says playfully, lightly swatting Grace’s arm. Grace’s face heats up. She decides not to read into it. Probably just a lingering side effect of doing that spell earlier.

Grace hears footsteps drawing near and looks up to see Kyle. Immediately, she’s a little bit annoyed. She doesn’t have anything against the guy, but does he really have to interrupt her moment with Brenda right now? They’re in the same group of friends and he gets to see her all the time.

“Hey, Brenda,” he says. “Grace,” he adds a bit more flatly.

“Oh, uh, hi, Kyle,” Brenda replies.

“You busy right now?” he says “‘cause I’m struggling, like, hard in AP Calc and we’ve got that test coming up. I know you’re pretty decent at it, so I was wondering if you could help me study?” He rubs his neck nervously. “Maybe at Pasqualli’s? My treat.”

“Pasqualli’s?” Brenda says with a slight scowl “that’s kinda forward, don’t you think?”

“Woah, hey, I didn’t mean it like that,” Kyle sputters, “they just have good breadsticks, that’s all. Besides, it’s the only good study spot in town. All the singing at that coffee shop is so distracting.”

“Yeah, I know they’re good breadsticks,” Brenda replies “everyone likes the breadsticks, that’s not the issue! The point is, I’m not going to share them with just anybody and I’m sorry, but you know I don’t like you like that. I already have a date tonight, anyway.”

Kyle’s face falls, as does Grace’s.

“Oh, uh, you do?” he says.

“Yeah,” Brenda replies “Grace and I are going to Beanie’s.” Grace’s eyes go wide.

“We are?” she says, then it dawns on her that Brenda’s probably just saying that to get out of hanging out with Kyle (although she certainly wouldn’t say no if Brenda invited her for real). She’s not totally oblivious to these things, it just takes her a minute to catch on sometimes. “Oh, cool,” she says, figuring the least she can do is help Brenda out and make it convincing “I know you were a little undecided between that and the new vegetarian restaurant on sixth street, but Beanie’s is good. I’m more in the mood for coffee right now.”

“When aren’t you?” Brenda teases and Grace kind of loves the way it makes it sound like they’ve been dating for a while, maybe even years. As if that weren’t enough, Brenda grabs her hand. Her heart is racing now. Grace laces their fingers together and squeezes, only to really help sell it.

“Wanna get going?” Grace asks.

“Sure,” Brenda says. She temporarily lets go of Grace’s hand to stand and Grace is almost disappointed until Brenda extends her arm again to help Grace up. Grace collects her backpack off of the floor, checking to make sure the book is still safely inside before zipping it up and throwing it over her shoulders again.

“Oh, uh, good for you guys. Happy for you,” Kyle says with an earnest, but sad smile. Grace and Brenda leave, still hand in hand until Brenda notices and pulls away.

“Oh, God, sorry, I didn’t even realize,” she says.

“Don’t worry about it,” says Grace with another one of those awkward, but charming smiles “I didn’t mind.”

“Good,” Brenda says “hey, uh, I think I might go to Beanie’s for real if you want to join me.” There are a few things in this world that Grace will never turn down. A cup of coffee is pretty high up on that list and as of late, so is any opportunity to hang out with Brenda. She agrees and as she sees the way Brenda’s eyes light up, she gets a weird (but not unpleasant) feeling in her chest. Probably just another side effect of that spell. They decide to walk there. It’s only a few blocks away from the school and the parking is absolutely horrendous, anyway.

They arrive and order their drinks. Emma’s working today and the owner’s back is turned, which means they’re on the house. Over her many visits here, Grace has secured a spot as Emma’s second favorite regular next to that dorky office worker who always flirts with her, because she always orders a simple black coffee and never asks Emma to sing when she tips or wastes her time with too much chit-chat. Emma even makes Brenda’s comparatively fancy beverage, an iced americano with two and a half pumps of the house-made pumpkin spice flavored syrup and a splash of oat milk, without much complaint. Grace leads her to her favorite spot at the counter facing the window and they take their seats on the slightly wobbly, mismatched stools at the end. It’s a strategic choice. Grace figures she’ll be a little less nervous if they’re not face to face the entire time.

“So,” says Brenda “if the bow tie kid isn’t your type, then who is?” Grace’s face goes bright red. She nearly chokes on her coffee.

[therecordchanger62279]

GOODBYE FACEBOOK

After 15 years on Facebook, I deleted my account yesterday. I joined originally because I was feeling isolated, and wanted to make contact with people who’d drifted out of my life, and maybe find a few new friends in the process. Although I didn’t know it at the time, that’s not the way social media works.

I didn’t make a single new friend in my 15 years on Facebook. I lost track of how many old friends I lost because of it, but the number exceeded seven. Many of those fell victim to misunderstandings that probably never would’ve happened if we’d been face-to-face with one another. (I was even forced to unfriend my twin brother because he took some of my comments on his posts the wrong way. It’s very difficult to convey humor when the person can’t look you in the eye. It doesn’t matter how many laugh emojis you attach. When I discovered he adjusted his settings so I wouldn’t see his posts, I thought I’d better unfriend him before it got out of hand. The damage has since been repaired the old-fashioned way – we talked on the phone, and through an e-mail exchange.) The others happened because this social media app allowed people to needlessly, and without provocation abuse me to satisfy some malicious drive in them to humiliate or belittle me for reasons I simply cannot fathom. It’s called trolling, but you don’t really expect trolls to be people you thought of as friends. Rather than try to repair the damage, I simply walked away. I have no time left in my life for people who clearly do not want me in theirs.

I also made the unpleasant discovery that most people are liars or phonies. They’ll pose as friends, but, in reality, you, and the things you do with your life are of no real interest to them at all. You are nothing more than part of an audience when they take center stage to tell of their lives. I often compare it to being in a large gathering of people who are all talking, and nobody is actually listening. I can’t tell you how often I was solicited to give feedback or support on some of their artistic pursuits, but after spending three years working on this blog I’m proud of, and being urged by those same people to permit them access to it because they all said they wanted to see it, I showed them my work, and nearly all of them completely ignored it. They didn’t reject it because they didn’t like what I’d done. They just never bothered to look at it. And yet, they still continued to lobby me for support and encouragement when they made new music, or wrote a new book or a play, or took up a cause.

I was that guy at a party, standing in the room in plain sight that nobody noticed; to whom nobody spoke. I figured nobody would notice or care when I left. So, I simply walked out the door, and I’m not coming back.

I haven’t even mentioned what a trainwreck the site is when it comes to how it’s managed. Understanding their community guidelines regarding posts is like walking through a Bosnian minefield. No matter how careful you are, you’re eventually going to step on one, and you get to spend some time in Facebook jail until you learn your lesson. The news feed is clogged with ads, and an endless stream of suggested pages based on all the data they’ve collected on you that makes them think they know who you are, and can therefore market their products to you, and help separate you from your money. For example, I don’t watch or follow much sports anymore except some NFL during the season. But there were always endless suggestions in my feed that I follow pages about hockey, basketball, baseball, and many more. No matter how many I blocked, they just kept coming. I’m retired, and have been married for almost 44 years. But there were plenty of ads for online senior dating websites. I guess there was money to be made if Facebook could break up my marriage. And don’t you find it creepy when you look up some product online, and suddenly there’s that same product in an ad on your Facebook news feed? Big Brother is watching you 24/7. Don’t kid yourself otherwise.

So, why did it take 15 years to decide to leave? Well, I had come to rely upon it for some news, and weather, and announcements of new products I might be interested in (music, books, etc.). It was like that relic from the past – a daily newspaper. I also told myself I ought to maintain my page so that I would have some connection to friends and family since none of them live near me, and most I haven’t seen in more than a decade. But the light finally went on, and I realized these people were ghosts. I’d surrounded myself with my past. I discovered that once you’re not a part of someone’s day-to-day life (and that includes relatives as well as friends), you never will be again. You simply don’t matter any longer. Everybody has moved on, and nobody saved you a place at the table.

Okay. I accept that. But what I found impossible to tolerate was the hypocrisy. When I hit the delete button yesterday, I felt as if a weight had been lifted. There are suddenly so many things I no longer need be concerned with, and people I can consign, once and for all, to the place they all occupy – the past. I wished them well, and some commented I should stay in touch, but I won’t bother because I know they won’t bother.

Cyberspace is the real distance between people in the 21st century. Calling the internet the “worldwide web” is the perfect name for it. Because like a fly, you can get trapped in the web, and find yourself prey to all sorts of predators, with, seemingly, no way out – until you open that door, and the web breaks, and you’re suddenly free to crawl away before you’re trapped again.

If I could go back and live in the last century, I would. But I can’t. So, I’ll just have to find a way to cope in this one. Social media wasn’t helping. I can’t tell you how grateful I am there was a delete button.

© 2024

[aloeboba]

ShinMina sfw alphabet

HITOSHI EDITION | MINA'S

authors note: it's been a while since i've posted and I've finally felt like doing something! I have also really been digging the domestic fluff vibe these days so I did something a little ✨indulgent✨ Something for Mina will be posted soon, I hope :) i might also regret this in the morning haha

(also i took this prompt list from tumblr but i cant find the og user so I'm having a crisis- like i want to give credit really bad--)

(nobody @ me for this)

words: 2,507

warnings: none :D just a bunch of fluff and theres like, mentions of kisses (skip the k's if you're not into that bestie <3)

A: Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show they care?)

in public, he doesn’t show much affection (not a big fan of pda).

the most he’ll do is hold her hand and kiss her knuckles or her head.

at home, he’s clingy and cuddly.

literally wanders the house with his arms wrapped around her while she gets stuff done.

his love language is probably quality time and physical touch

So he shows he cares by hanging out and doing things together, snuggling or probably just getting her things he thinks she'll like

B: Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

MINA’S F R E C K L E S

Hitoshi already thinks she's super pretty (of course of course)

but I feel like a very underrated headcanon (if it even exists) is that Mina has freckles.

like he counts them and compares them to stars like???? That’s so cute 😭

i also think he loves that she dances.

like he loves her dedication to it and that she’s been doing it so long. He thinks she’s so talented like he’s so proud of her

C: Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Hitoshi loves cuddling

probably hanging out on the couch and just cuddling together or he’s using her thigh as a pillow (and vice versa).

he just likes to be held and holding the other person so while Mina koalas around him, he's just chilling

so a huge headcanon is Hitoshi is an insomniac but I think Mina makes him sleepy 🥺💤 (this is probably NAWT how insomnia works but shhhh!! i'm trying my best)

like he’ll pass out if they’re there too long and she’s like “‘Toshi, my leg is asleep” and he’s literally pulling that honk shoe stuff right then and there (the audacity /j)

D: Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they with cooking and cleaning?)

i think they would get married in the future because, hello, OTP

Hitoshi is probably a better cook than Mina so +1 points for being a rare kind of man 👏

he’s also probably good at cleaning, too.

kind of like “wipe your feet at the door” or “we have coasters for a reason, Mina :/“ energy.

like reminds people to take the trash out and wipe the counters, “clean as you go” kind of person.

E: Ending (if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?)

i think he’d would be Really upset if he had to break up with Mina.

i don’t see him as the type to push things when they shouldn't be so he would have a very serious sit-down talk to Mina about it instead of trying to squeeze the already failing relationship dry.

i know a lot of people say they would stay friends after these kinds of things but I think it would be too awkward and emotional if they still hung out (especially while with their friend groups)

like it would PHYSICALLY PAIN him to be around her after the breakup

as for the reason they broke up, it wouldn’t be a big fall out or falling out of love situation but it’s just not working anymore and he just would be willing to admit that

F: Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how fast do they want to get married?)

these days, i usually write them around the age of 19 and in college, so it wouldn’t be “Now” or “soon”

if he knew that person long enough, and they have been seeing each other for a while and trusted each other and he really liked them, he would be down for commitment since Hitoshi has already been with her for so long.

i think, in my writing, they would probably get engaged/married around their mid-twenties (26 maybe?)

G: Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

SO gentle

even when he hugs her Tightly, he’s making sure to be gentle with her

Hitoshi would never hurt anyone unless he had to (probably) and he cares for Mina a lot anyway

he’s always making sure that she’s comfortable and he’s never gruff

if he did somehow cause her accidental physical pain, he would be internally beating himself up but externally making sure was okay and getting her whatever she needs

as for emotional, he’s never rough emotionally

with people he isn't close with, that's when he's not so careful and might come off as cold or rude

he knows to talk things out and acknowledge feelings and emotional pain and he tries not to be aggressive. He’s just really calm

H: Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

dfhkkfjdfhhtyhh this guy-

like he literally does back hugs and smooches the nape of the neck and rests his head on her shoulder like-

back hugs are his favorite

just like with cuddling, he’s grabby and affectionate

his hugs are so warm and homie and calming

i can see his frame being tall and a little small so I think he would just scoop Mina up and hug her ❤️

I: I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

probably not so fast

he doesn’t just throw important things around like that if he doesn’t mean them.

the first time he says “I love you” is like almost a year into their relationship and he cant sleep and Mina stays awake with him the whole night so he’s not lonely or restless 🥺✨❤️

and he meANS IT

she was probably so caught off guard

and he's there acting like a normal person like "calm down u knew this was coming"

J: Jealousy (how jealous do they get? how do they act when they’re jealous?)

Hitoshi wouldn’t get jealous super often

i mentioned he was calm and not aggressive earlier, but that’s not to say he doesn’t have a few insecurities

i don’t think he would act out but I think he would get upset if someone was trying to flirt with/impress Mina

he knows Mina is attractive (like c’mon 🙄-) and that stuff happens

(or does it? I have no reference or experience in this field)

He would most likely just hold her hand a little firmer and walk away from a situation like that

K: Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss their s/o, and where do they like to be kissed?)

So.Tender

he's also not rough with kisses

my guy is a gentleman

he can demand attention and kisses all day but they’re all soft and pretty innocent.

his kisses are soft and feathery

they go from light pecks to a little bit on the lingering side

Hitoshi likes to Mina on her cheeks, lips, nose, nape of the neck (during those back hug moments), and head

BUT

he absolutely MELTS when they're hugging or something and she just kind of presses her lips against his collarbone or chest (innocently!! i dont trust u guys tbh)

and he just freezes up for like a sec???

any kisses are good kisses to him

L: Little ones (how are they around kids? do they want kids?)

i think he’s be good with kids as long as they’re the “quiet kid” (prolly cuz he was That kid)

if they’re loud and screaming, he gets nervous and he can’t blend well

he wouldn’t be the kind of person to want kids either because that’s not something he could do

like he's a great person but he’s not the type to want kids and that's chill

he's the cool uncle anyways

M: Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

lazy and sleepy

there is a high chance he’s getting into Mina’s apartment when he’s bored so they just lie around on the couch until like 9 or 10 drifting in and out of sleep

or they go on a walk to get coffee then they pass out

once tried to make toast but it burnt so bad the smell woke her up

in fact, that incident was so bad, she had to get a new toaster (he forgot to check the setting 🙄)

N: Nights (how are nights spent with them?)

it depends on their moods

they either lie around and watch movies and quiet or they’re

chatting and eating takeout and talking loudly about their day (or judging people 🙄)

sometimes she'll fall alseep on him and he just lies awake

or they both pass out

O: Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he’s the type to not start spouting his business to random people or talk about himself so things are revealed kind of slowly

Hitoshi doesn’t trust super easily but if they click well he might start speaking up and mentioning things

as life goes on she finds out more about him because he just suddenly decides to tell her

and she just adds it to the notes folder on her phone

P: Patience (how easily do they get angry?)

he’s a very chill person so I think his patience runs pretty long but it depends on the situation

Mina never makes him made tho

i don’t think he would get mad but more moody and frustrated

i can see this happening if Mina is upset and avoids his questions and thats how it starts

with *worry*

if someone was bothering Mina though……. sheesh. I think that’s when something bad might happen

he might try to stay calm but then he might burst

Q: Quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they forget everything?)

he is VERY attentive to his surroundings

Mina plays an important role in his life as a s/o (but also with friends) so why wouldn’t he remember things?

he knows her favorite color, flowers, song, coffee or takeout order.

he knows when they had their first date and what they talked about.

he knows how many freckles are on her face (ah babe 🥺)

pays so much attention to the smallest things

“I got you these earrings because you mentioned you like the style” “yeah once like 3 months ago????” “idk why you’re weirded out with what I remember considering you have the date and time, Mina 🙄”

R: Romantic (how romantic are they? do they go all out for dates, or do they prefer staying home?)

he is a very casual romantic but if she has needs, he’s okay with trying to meet them.

my guy wil just STEP UP 💪💯

Hitoshi likes to stay inside but he knows it’s good to go outside (and staying in all the time gets boring)

so although he likes staying in, wrapped like a burrito, binging anime, he also likes going out to eat or taking a walk or going to the park (particularly to push Mina on the swings)

actually he likes to go out more than you might think

sometimes he just doesn't realize it (you know how introverts do)

S: Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

he’s not a guard dog and super protective over what she does

like he’ll hold her hand when crossing the street or get a good firm grasp on her hand in crowds but he really doesn’t care what she does

not in a careless way

Mina is her own person and an adult so why shouldn’t he trust her?

if the situation is tense or she’s feeling uncomfortable that’s when he steps in and tries to either help out or get out of there

but if she needs him to be protective in some situation, he will

T: Try (how much effort would they put in? like dates and gifts?)

this kind of coincides with the "quizzes" section

but just enough

like he’s sweet and always collects information about her so gifts are easy

i wouldn’t say he plans forever to do things

but there’s always effort put in for her because he likes it when she’s happy 🥺🥰

he just knows what to do :D

Hitoshi also knows Mina is spontaneous (when she feels like it, which is also spontaneous), so he'll change things up for her or they decide together what they want to do

U: Ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

he doesn’t always communicate well-which leads to misunderstandings or bottled-up emotions (which leads to outbursts)

or he doesn’t always voice his needs

i think what he’s upset about always changes so there’s different sources of upsetti (sleep, school, family,etc)

because I just think they would

they probably non-verbally communicate sometimes

like they just know what the other wants

V: Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

not very concerned.

some days he puts more effect into his look but other days he looks like a tall hobo next to a beautiful goddess.

he knows he’s good looking but he’s not obsessed or super concerned with it

W: Whole (would they feel incomplete without their s/o?)

I think he would be lonely without her.

he doesn’t click well with others (romantically or platonically) so Mina is like a breath of fresh air to his daily life

They do a lot for and with each other so he would probably miss her if she wasn’t around (he would get REALLY clingy if he hadn’t seen her for a while)

even just little things he would miss

like holding her hand or being greeted with a hug when they greet each other

(i would be made at myself if i separated them for whatever reason)

X: Xtra (what’s a random hc for them?)

His favorite kind of dates are when he and Mina get slushies or something and go to a playground when no one's around

they're acting dumb and stuff :')

and hyped on sugar

and it was a huge mistake to let them go near the swings because Mina just dared him that he couldn't push her high enough

shes screaming now because of the mix of adrenaline and sugar rush plus she almost fell out of her seat

people think they're crazy but that's okay <3

they're both tired and sweaty from all the screaming and Mina throwing acorns at him out of revenge

then they just

lay in the gravel and talk

Y: Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, in general?)

he doesn’t like plums or raisins (I guess that also includes dates)

but in a partner it would probably be someone who's constantly seeking attention

or liers

he appreciates honesty to the fullest 😤💯

Z: Zzz (do they snore? sleep talk? sleep walk?)

boy is an angel when he sleeps

like he just lays there quietly and just slumbers

10/10 a big cutie

just wrapped up in a big blanket and fluffy pillows all comfy (I’m honestly jealous)

[bowserphobia]

the 3k word mario movie review

here are my first thoughts on the mario movie. i'm probably gonna end up watching it again but i think ive had enough time to think about it to get my thoughts straight on what i think! even with how long this is, i'm sure i forgot stuff, but i hit on everything major i think.

tl;dr: 7/10. preddy good.

alright so under the cut is gonna be me being wayyyy too much about super mario brothers, so be ready for that. (but if you're following me then that's probably what you want LOL.) half mario review, half personal essay. very little chris pratt talk. i make fun of a lot of stuff but only because i love Mario so much. if you're mad at me for my Hot Mario Takes, just remember that i care about this more than anything and i'm going to die alone probably.

this is REALLY long and i'm sorry. spoilers, obviously.

my background/perspective: i'm closer to 30 than 20, and i've been a fan of mario since i could look at a tv screen. my introduction was the first Mario Kart game. Mario was my first ever online fandom, going on mario fansites like Lemmy's Land and Neglected Mario Characters was how i learned how to use the internet. a lot of my sense of humor and artistic style comes from the mario franchise, especially Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door (if you can believe it lol.) i wrote a mario high school au fic when i was 8 years old. i'm cringe and i'm proud.

i also went to school for animation. i fucking love cartoons. so, needless to say, i was hyped for this movie, even not being the biggest fan of Illumination as a studio. i had measured expectations, but i really went in wanting to like the movie. (which i did, but not in so few words.) i was just as prepared to not like it, and i didn't want to get too excited for something that might not live up to my expectations. yeah yeah, it's just The Mario Movie. well, i love movies and i love mario.

i avoided watching a lot of trailers past the first couple, but i was aware of the content of them. mostly through tumblr gifs, lol. so i went in medium-cold.

as expected by now, the movie looked amazing. Illumination has always had great character animation, but imo this is the best looking movie they've ever made. the environments, especially the ones with mushrooms, were gorgeous. The movie started with that Bowser scene from one of the trailers where he destroys the ice castle. it was cool seeing the full version of the scene, and when Bowser said, "...or DIE!" i was like "oooh. he's a little scary 😈"

before i get any deeper into it i just want to say: this was a movie for babies. obviously, it's the Super Mario Brothers movie. i think everyone is going to go in knowing that. the showing i was at was full of kids, a lot of them in costume or carrying Yoshi plushies. They would cheer at stuff and laugh at the silly slapstick humor, and i honestly think that enhanced the experience. a kid yelled "RAINBOW ROAD, BABY!" and it was amazing! that's Mario, fun for the whole family.

second thing: kid's movie ≠ bad movie. everyone should know this by now, in this post-puss-in-boots world. i would not compare the mario movie to puss in boots, by the way, it's just fresh in my mind and also based off existing kid's media. the only thing they truly have in common is the medium. their target audience is different, even if the vast majority wouldn't notice. like, i wouldn't bring a toddler to puss in boots, but i would to the mario movie. Bowser is not actually going to murder anybody. mario is also not gonna kill him at the end. nobody is gonna DIE in the mario movie.

all this to say. i was dazzled by the imagery in the opening scene for the usual reasons i like Illumination - the set pieces were huge and detailed, the lighting is amazing and atmospheric, the synergy between the character animation and the voice acting is solid. i especially liked the part when Kamek enchanted the pieces of rubble to make stairs for Bowser to walk up, it showed what their relationship is like and what a toady (ha-ha) Kamek is. (not the characterization i would go for with Kamek but *big heavy dramatic sigh* WHATEVER)

so, that scene ends. we cut to Mario and Luigi's commercial, which i LOVED. i thought it was so fun, and i love the analog quality to it and how DIY it was. and the best part for me - i love that we're in Brooklyn, NY!! when that first trailer dropped and i realized the movie was gonna be an isekai, i was so so happy. it's my favorite version of mario bros canon, and one of the few things in actual canon that i think gives Mario depth. it's compelling to me, the idea of a regular blue collar dude who's maybe in his 30s (mario is not 24 and i will die on this hill) who gets spirited away to a magical land where he doesn't belong, but he helps save the day because he wants to (and maybe he falls in love along the way??) uh put a pin in that thought i guess.

so, the dialogue starts, and it hits me - okay, this move is gonna be kinda stupid.

maybe that's harsh? let me try to explain what i mean. it was immediately apparent that this was going to be a funny, silly movie that wasn't gonna be too serious. the comedy is broad. when they walk by Foreman Spike and he's like "YOU'RE A LOOSAH, MARIO! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A LOOSAH" or whatever, i was like, okay. we're not getting a Deep Mario Character Study. not that that's what i expected, of course, i'm just a weirdo who has dedicated his life to Deep Mario Character Studies. That's a me problem. but i still half expected mario to go "oh yeah, Foreman Spike from Wrecking Crew for NES (1985)? You won't be laughing when I become Nintendo + Illumination: The Super Mario Bros. Movie!" so i don't LOVE that vibe

okay, i'm like 2% of the way into the movie and this is already spiraling out of amuck. my point is that i'm not going to knock this movie for the things it isn't. it has that sorta glossy rounded-edges writing that movies from this studio have. in a way, it the writing is like a mario game. illumination + nintendo is kind of a match made in heaven.

for the rest of this manifesto, i'm going to divide my thoughts into three sections: stuff i liked, stuff i didn't like, and stuff i had complicated feelings about.

stuff i liked

Firstly, MARIO'S FAMILY! maybe the highlight of the whole movie for me. i knew we'd get Brooklyn, but seeing the whole Mario fam was a shock. not a lot of fanworks give them a big family like that, so it was nice to see! everyone looked great, and it was so cool to see mario and luigi in that context.

and Mario's bedroom?? was SO cute. im gonna have to pause and zoom and see what's in there because i dont remember the details but like i said, the environments are SO solid, and that doesn't stop for the Real World scenes. Brooklyn is just as gorgeous and detailed as the Mushroom Kingdom. the movie was never boring to look at.

seriously, the look of this movie is INSANE. That initial little Mushroom Grove location knocked my socks off, it reminded me of The Great Mission to Rescue Princess Peach, which is the highest compliment I can give to this movie. the visuals were absolutely off the hook.

the character design was also really nice, which i was a little worried about going in. there's this tendency with some artists to make Peach an ethereal boobie goddess and Mario a little baby goblin sprite, so i liked that they looked like they could smooch if they wanted to. (they didn't.) i knew it would be a fine line to walk between staying true to the in-game renders of the characters and keeping things visually interesting/fresh and new, and I think they walked that line well. everybody looked like they were drawn from the same hand. the visual style of the film was the most cohesive part of it.

the action scenes were really fun to watch, and i loved that scene in Brooklyn when Mario is parkouring around the city with Luigi stumbling behind him. they did a good job making Brooklyn really lively and exciting in its movements. everything was super bouncy!

the Mario Kart sequence was REALLY fun and I'm mostly putting this here for how much my dad loved it. it had everything you could want from Mario Kart on the big screen, and the little speedrunning maneuver Mario does was great.

Bowser. maybe the best performance in the movie, which is par for the course for Jack Black showing up in movies. i think everyone agrees on this so i won't go on too much, but for the most part i liked his characterization. i love a goofy bowser, and i like that his actions had consequences in the end, too. i always loved the games where Bowser is on your side. in my opinion, he's at his best when he's a petulant manlizardbaby, not the Supreme Lord of Darkness.

bowser in a jar at the end was really funny. Make That Guy Tiny! i also love the implication that without Bowser telling them what to do, the Koopa army just kinda chills out. i like that vibe.

stuff i didn't like

The trailers gave too much away. I feel bad because this isn't a knock on the movie on its own, but like, EVERYTHING luigi did the whole movie was in the trailers. like, for how short the movie was, it's insane how much they showed. speaking of which...

god bless Illumination and their tight 90 minute runtimes. (this was 92, actually! yay!) the movie overall felt very fast, which in the action/platforming scenes was great! but most of the time, it just forces the plot to happen to the characters while they're tossed around like ragdolls. at one point i remember saying to my dad, "why is mario like this? he's just down for whatever." (put a pin in that. meanwhile...)

here's that pin from earlier! this is a big one for me - i thought every piece of dialogue between Mario and Peach was disappointing. their first meeting was weird as hell, and it gets worse. it's a symptom of the larger problem of things being really rushed - there's almost no time for characters to interact with each other. a lot is resting on existing relationship dynamics. Mario and Luigi as brothers, Peach and Bowser as old enemies, Peach and her toads' bond, ect. The most developed relationship between two characters who meet during the events of the movie is Mario and Donkey Kong, which... sorry DK stans, but it just isn't my jam.

with Luigi being the one kidnapped, i thought maybe we'd have some sort of relationship form between Mario and Peach in the meantime, and i guess it did? kinda? like i said a million words ago, nothing ever really gets too deep. they have conversations looking out onto vast beautiful landscapes, and in romantic fire flower fields, but... i don't know, they just seem like work friends. they don't really talk about anything serious, and even when they do, it just feels like the scene ends right when it's gonna get good. and the one moment where mario is "flirting" with her gets ruined by Donkey Kong. so, that's cool.

Luigi didn't do shit! not even a hot gay sex scene with Bowser he just gets captured, almost dies in lava, and then Mario rescues him. as a Mario stan (and comparing this to the live action movie for a sec) i did appreciate the focus on Mario, but it's such a shame that Luigi didn't really get to do much besides sit in a box. :(

To me, the overall structure of the movie was pretty weak. There were so many cool parts, but it just never really coagulated into anything cohesive narratively to me. a huge part of that was that the stakes weren't really there. and it's not that big, dramatic things didn't HAPPEN, the characters just didn't give the weight and gravitas to them one might expect.

the licensed music fucking sucked, but thats par the course for this studio so it didnt surprise me. it made me angry the same way Suicide Squad did, because i'm not against licensed music as a concept. (see: breaking bad/bettercallsaul, shrek, ect.) it's just like, don't go with the FIRST song you think of, y'know? or, like, why BOTHER with something like Mario, which has SO much established score you could do instead.

Mario Not Liking Mushrooms is on the tier of Cruella de Ville's mom being killed by dalmatians or whatever. it made my dad laugh, though.

this is not a knock on finding the movie funny - i was laughing throughout most of it - but it has this self-aware thing about it that a lot of movies have nowadays that i just do not find charming. the whole "oh, these bricks are just FLOATING here? well THAT just happened" or "you mean i have to EAT mushrooms?? but i HATE mushrooms! this is the OPPOSITE of what i want!" it's just so... bland. it doesn't have its own identity. it's studio-funny and really, really safe. (it's Nintendo + illumination: The Super Mario Bros. Movie.)

this last point might be controversial, but i hated the scene with Mario and Luigi as babies. i thought it was dumb and bad. by far, was my least favorite scene. it just felt so... i don't know. it was just a bit much. i'll expand more on why in the 'complicated feelings' section, but i just want to shine a spotlight on that scene as the low point of the movie for me. but my grandma liked it, so i'm probably just a hater.

(VERY close second was the one where Bowser is practicing what to say to Peach, then it cuts to Kamek in a wig. booooo! *throws tomatoes*)

stuff i had complicated feelings about

pratt did fine. it's really easy to forget about the man and just see the character, which is a huge compliment. celebrity voice actors are an industry problem (one that Illumination contributes to a LOT tbf) and i think the fact that pratt kinda 'disappeared into the role' was a plus. it still kinda feels like a silly casting choice overall, though. i remember watching the Nintendo direct live where they announced it, and i was gasping for air from laughing so hard, i had to pause it. but anyway, this is just my own taste, and probably nostalgia from the Super Show, but i prefer a more curmudgeonly, Brooklyn-accented Mario. so for me, pratt did fine.

bowser. i loved jack black's performance and he struck the tone for bowser that i was looking for, but as a big fan of Tenacious D, some parts were less "bowser as a character" and more "Tenacious D song from Bowser's POV." Of everything i've talked about so far this feels the most like nitpicking because Jack Black's performance really was a highlight of the movie, but hey, we've made it this far!! you're locked in this Confessional Box with me and you're getting everything!!

one thing i can point to in regards to this - and i can't believe i'm about to say this because it's so ridiculous sounding - but they gave Bowser a little bit of a "yandere" vibe, right?? *sniper dot appears on my forehead* but they could've leaned further into it, and it was kinda overshadowed by the Jack Black of it all.

here's that second pin! it's for Mario's Daddy Issues! it's not a bad idea per se, like, yeah, you can do that sort of arc with Mario, why not? (he's got a couple daddy issues in my own fanon to be fair!) but the way it was integrated into the plot just felt SO cookie cutter, like literally ANY character could have had Mario's arc in this movie. it didn't feel related thematically to what was actually happening in the movie, and the reason that bothers me is because Mario is just so BLASE about everything happening to him! Like, sure, he's bumbling around all confused like a cheep-cheep out of water, but since there's just no room to breathe, we can't have anything more than narrative shorthand for arcs you've seen before. but the potential for depth is there!! it is!!!

i think what i mean is that there's not really levels to how characters react to things, almost like they're not allowed to have too extreme emotions. it feels like they had constraints, and they couldn't establish too much about the characters. Nintendo is a tightly controlled brand, right?

so, because of that, it's REALLY strange to me that they not only gave Peach a backstory, but to my knowledge, a backstory that doesn't come from any of the games or past adaptations. in a way, her story is the reverse opposite of Daisy from the live action Mario movie. if this movie had been twenty minutes longer, i would've loved to see this resolved in a more satisfying way! it really feels like there was no emotional resolution to her story, which surprises me because there were obvious parallels to Mario's angst about his own family/desire to Save Brooklyn in Peach's struggle to protect the toads. like i said earlier when i was talking about Mario and Peach's conversations, it felt like it stopped right before it was about to get good.

it just doesn't seem like the characters in this movie feel things deeply. most characters end in the same place they started. that isn't a bad thing, by the way, which is why it's in the "complicated feelings" section. lots of movies do that - Back to the Future does that, my favorite movie of all time.

it's all very, very down-the-middle. it's for everyone, it's for no one. it's Nintendo + Illumination: The Super Mario Bros. Movie., and everything that entails.

i think the reason the Baby Mario scene bothers me is because it reminds me too much of the fact that this movie is a product. all movies are, don't get me wrong, but there are so many parts of this movie that felt especially product-y. it was just kinda blatant about it in the stereotypical way that b-tier animated kid's movies are. it was packed with references, which in a way was cool to see. i'm sure that when i watch it again i'll catch all sorts of things i didn't catch before. but this movie kinda just feels like a PILE of stuff all mashed together without much thought put into how the actual world is supposed to work, or what the lives of the people who live there are like, or how they feel that their kingdom is being destroyed.

let me just be totally real for a second. *unzips clown costume a little*

art means a lot to me, obviously. and if i'm being totally real and baring my soul or whatever, nothing has impacted my artistic life and process more than Super Mario Bros. There's nothing I can do about it. the sky is blue, water is wet, and i love mario.

i saw this move sitting in a row with my family, in seats we'd all reserved in advance. i was sitting between my parents, who taught me how to play Mario. i had a smile on my face the whole time, even during the Baby Mario scene. every time something cool or flashy happened, a tiny voice from somewhere in the theater would GASP, or yell "LET'S-A GO" or "IT'S PEACH!!!"

among my group was my youngest cousin, who's eight years old, and i realized that she's the same age i was when i created my account on Lemmy's Land and made a Koopaling OC. (that used to be the Thing to do in mario fandom.) that realization almost gave me a fuckin stroke. the passage of time, am i right?

but anyway, if this movie had come out when i was a kid, it would've blown my mind and changed my life. i felt a weird ennui after the movie ended, and everyone was asking me what i thought. people at work the next day were asking me about it, because i'm the Mario Guy even in real life. and i didn't have an answer. i didn't know what i thought.

what i said to them was, "i'm weird, i'm not a good example of a normal opinion on this movie. 7/10." and then i went home and i wrote the 3000 words you see above you.

this is longer than most of my Mario fics, let's-a wrap this up.

hopefully i've given a little bit of a sense of what i thought of the movie. It's everything, it's nothing. you are in its target demographic whether you like it or not. it's the movie some of you have been waiting for your whole lives. it had expectations that it never had a chance of living up to. it has jack black. it's a pile of mush. (no pun nintended.)

[withdrawingramen]

liar (angstpril)

CW: emotional whump eg. whumpee being disowned by family, some really firm religious beliefs used to manipulate & gaslight whumpee, reference to whumpee almost attempting involuntary manslaughter under influence of demon (refer to my pinned post.), non human whumpee not very proud of the writing & language in this one but wanted to get in an entry regardless. enjoy! - Sihyeon's aunt sat across her, the rock-hard glass separating them both. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying her heart out. Her mother had left her with the deed of disownment an hour ago, and the truth of it hadn't hit her yet. Both of them sat in silence for a while. "She's in a coma right now. It's been a week."

The woman beyond the glass uttered. Sihyeon rubbed her eyes and looked up. "How...is she doing?" she asked her aunt, voice breaking. "Not completely responsive as of now. All because of you." Sihyeon remained silent. Despite her multiple attempts to explain to the officials that there was some mysterious voice in her head that took over her entire senses, there would be no leniency for attempted murder. "But the tests proved I'm innocent-" "You're not innocent." Her aunt hissed, fingers curling into a fist. "How dare you even think of letting yourself be consumed by some unholy force? Did you pay no heed to your parents' values?" "Th-That's not my fault!" Sihyeon exclaimed, but her aunt's contorted expression told her that maybe she had to be more careful with her words, given that nobody was on her side right now.. "If this glass didn't set us apart, I'd come right there and rip your mouth off!" Her aunt abruptly stood up, slamming her hands on the desk. Sihyeon flinched, retracting her arms to herself. She stared at the woman with teary eyes. "Why won't any of you believe me?!" She screamed back in response, tears running down her cheeks. "Believe you?" Her aunt scoffed. "You've probably lied to all your family for your whole life, no?" "Who'd believe a demon like you? You sinned in your previous life and uptil now. This is why you're here. This is why the family is now cursed." The woman spat at her. Sihyeon only stared back in disbelief. How could this be happening to her? How could her perfect life come to this? This wasn't right. Only a week before she'd been preparing to enter one of the most prestigious universities. So how'd it come to this? Sihyeon was all alone. "I bet you knew you were a demon all along. You just wanted us to suffer for your sins, didn't you?" "That's not true! I was completely normal-" "What normal person would try to murder their own blood?!" Her aunt retorted, her face fuming. Sihyeon tried to find the right words to reply, but there was a huge lump in her throat which she couldn't swallow. "You hated my Mia with all your heart, didn't you? You lied every time you said you were happy for her. You lied every single time you told the officials it was an accident. You wanted to kill her, didn't you?!" The woman beyond the glass nodded in a mixture of exasperation and anger. "I know you're a liar. I should have known the moment you started showing an attitude to everyone when you were growing up." Sihyeon's heart kept racing. "You've only caused trouble and pain to your entire family. You've disgraced your parents for giving you the best life possible by repaying them in this way?!" Her aunt huffed, glaring at her. "My girl is on death's bed because of you, you monster!" Her aunt wailed, eyes glassy. Tears were overflowing from Sihyeon now. Her aunt would be the last visitor before she'd be shipped off to a facility. Then no familiar face would ever cross her path again for years at a stretch. "Please don't leave me too." She choked out. "The only thing that's left is to rebuild our lives without you." Her aunt began to pack her things, sniffling, rushing out the door of the dull room before Sihyeon could utter a single word, leaving the poor girl in shambles.

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

what are some of the reasons you love Russ so much?

this feels like you just released the floodgates in my mind of all of my thoughts, like. like in cartoons where somebody will open a closet door and just get buried in an avalanche of things. that's me reading this and having all of my thoughts about russ try to fall out all at once.

okayokayokay let me get my thoughts straight. one thing at a time.

FIRST OF ALL, i saw something in him as soon as i first watched him in argent's set of six concert. i don't know if it's just like. like the way some people show such an obvious love for music in the way they do things. there's just something about him that really stuck with me immediately. not to mention his VOICE????????? HIS VOICE HIS VOICE HIS VOICE! BEAUTIFUL!!!!! AND i love his guitar. like. his guitar playing. but also his holey guitar with the holes in it. AND i love his songs AND i love his undying love for writing. AND the way he does things like:

just cracks me up every time. he's always so entertaining to watch. and jim, look at jim.

anyway! wait my mind is scattering among a lot of different things again.

okay i got it under control.

HIS STORY. the more i learn about his story, the more i feel like i can relate to him so much and the fact that he got through his difficult times the way he did is SO INSPIRING TO ME. we're similar in a lot of ways and it really makes me feel like i can get through it just the same. he makes me feel hopeful and like i need to keep trying.

the way he said he was so fearful(like i have been for my entire life) when he was young and the insecurities he had after his accident and then the depression he had when he was in argent. that ISN'T EASY TO BEAT. the way he seems so happy and comfortable now is so amazing to me. like, i'm so proud of him for that and that's also my goal now. i want that too.

i was caught up in listening to interviews of him before i even listened to any of his solo albums and he got into my head so much, i was literally crying on my floor like a baby. for DAYS(on and off but still it kept happening for DAYS). once that stopped, i suddenly felt so much better somehow and i feel like my perspective on things has been changing BECAUSE OF HIM. he's been making me think(in better ways than my usual anxiety-overthinking) so much. the way he thinks about things is so interesting to me.

i get certain parts of interviews or his lyrics stuck in my head all the time and it's like a constant reminder.

since him, i've been actually looking forward to things(instead of the usual feeling of dread first thing in the morning). i've been doing things to take better care of myself, trying to make better habits. i've been staying hydrated better, i've been eating better, i've been looking into/practicing breathing better(he loves recommending breathing to people, for good reason), i've been going for walks. IN TOWN. that probably doesn't sound like a big deal to some people, but for me and the way i've lived sheltered for my entire life, walking by myself through town is actually huge. i also recently reached out to my mom instead of waiting and hoping for her to reach out to me first(nothing really happened from it yet but at least i can say i did that), i've even been maybe SLIGHTLY more outgoing here on tumblr lately too, i think, and less afraid to post things. i still am most of the time, but it's maybe getting better the more i try.

i've just been feeling better and it's because of his influence. it's like he gets it. he understands everything. ['i will be there' and/or 'you can count on me' starts playing in the background of my text] that makes me feel like there's somebody on my side, despite never meeting him. i feel like i've been needing somebody like him to look up to for a long time, just to give me that extra little push towards living life. when i feel like there's nobody at all, that's when i feel my worst(this might be why i feel like i can kind of relate to gale sometimes, the one his song 'a song for gail' is about). loneliness is a terrible thing.

i'm feeling better because of MYSELF TOO actually, because i'm the one digging into all of this stuff from/about him and am willing to really listen to it and take it to heart, which is exactly why he puts all of this out there. like he said about his book of love album, "if a few people can look at it and it makes sense, then it’s done it’s job"

that's me. i'm one of the few people.

another thing i love about him, the way he feels for people and animals. the way he's so full of love all the time.

he just wants the world to be a better place. he wants everybody to find a passion, like he has with music, and to be happy. he always does a little speech about it before doing 'dream on' live.

the way he's always encouraging in the best ways, like what he said about being a producer before. i put it in a post a while back, but i'll put it here too:

"i think it's an advantage being an artist as well, actually knowing what it's like on the other side of the glass and i know how horrible and deflating it can be when you're singing into that microphone with all your heart and the producer comes out with one single wrong word. a producer's job is to get the best out of the artist by encouraging him all the time. if it's good, say it's very good. if it's very good, say it's fantastic, and so on."

the way he sees good in so many kinds of music instead of only limiting himself to one thing(like meeee). the way, instead of saying something is bad if it isn't his thing, he'll say it's valid.

also the way he loves his family and stopped touring for about a decade just to be there with his kids. the way they're still so close now.

THE WAY HE LOVES HIS FANS, like the way he kept the bus waiting for so long when he was in germany because he wanted to sign as many autographs for people as possible and AND AND watching live videos of him is so cute, the way it seems sometimes just about EVERY SONG, he has to have the crowd sing at some point. i especially love when he'll say 'that's beautiful!' and then tell them to do it again while he listens.

when he gets to a certain point in 'god gave rock and roll to you', he sometimes will get them singing the main part while he does the backup part so it's like they're all doing the parts of the song together.

in one video of voices, somebody in the crowd got his attention while singing along and he took his mic down from the stand and handed it to them so they could sing that part.

he loves to make people feel seen. it's like making them feel like they're on equal ground with him. "there is not any separation between the audience and what's on the stage", as he said, and it's TRUE

HE'S JUST SO CUTE AND LOVING AND BEAUTIFUL AND WANTS THE BEST FOR EVERYBODY, I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO SCREAM

i'm adding this song to the end because i love it and i love him:

YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME, YOU'RE JUST LOOKIN FOR LOVE

and some pictures of his cute smile because i can:

[fluffimemes]

Okay i sended my request before i finished it basicly MC died became a angel and is dating 1 of the most powerfull demon that their is then threw whine at God to become a demon (luke and simeon saw it all happen) cause they want to be with the brothers and their reasons?

They wanted to be a demon, they are gonna live their life however they want and nobody is stop them not even fucking God himself and how many people get to say they threw whine at God only 1 and thats MC *proud MC noises*🥴😁🤪

Just how would everyone react? or if you don't want to do everyone just the brothers

HELLO, I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE YOU /p

It's not everyday that you get to write about someone throwing wine at God.

Also, I decided to do the brothers with Simeon and Luke!

I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, MY BRAIN HASN'T BEEN WORKING SO IT'S HARD TO THINK

I also went off track, if you want me to rewrite it, please tell me </3

Requests open! Please request at @local-pansexual-writer !

The brothers, Simeon, and Luke reacting to Angel MC throwing wine at God to become a demon

Warning: A little angst (MC's death) and a little vulgar language

I hope I got that right-

I also did not proof read this

Lucifer

When MC died, Lucifer already knew that they were becoming an angel.

He didn't like that but he didn't want to be selfish, so he overworked himself to not think about it.

That is until MC comes to his office, in a demon form with a proud look on their face.

Lucifer first thought he was imagining things until MC ran to him and gave him a hug while he was sitting down.

He was in shock for almost a minute but he quickly gave MC a hug, got them on his lap, and pulled them in for a kiss, not caring that he broke his composure.

But then Lucifer realized that they were a demon, what happened?

MC quickly told him the story.

"Well, being an angel wasn't so fun, I just missed you guys. So I decided to throw wine at God because he has the audacity to boss me around!"

Lucifer was very starstruck, MC threw wine... at God?

Fucking loves MC so much.

It's hard to see someone else living your dream. Marry him now.

Of course he's still concerned for MC because they did just become a demon.

Lucifer will take in the pride of having a partner who threw wine at fucking God.

He may or may not tease MC sometimes.

"You never learn do you?"

Mammon

Mammon became depressed after MC's death, they were like his other half.

Now they're probably with the angels so he'll never see them again.

He just gambled away all his money and got into more debt.

That was until Mammon came back to his room and seeing MC sitting on his bed, waving at him.

Didn't even think for a minute and ran to them, hugging and kissing them while they both sunk on the bed.

But after they stand up from the bed, he finally starts thinking and is confused on how they're in the Devildom.

MC tells him the story while having a proud face.

"I threw wine at God! I just want to be free and not follow so many rules."

Starts laughing nonstop, imagining his Father's face.

Ruffles MC's hair.

"I'm proud of ya!"

Leviathan

When MC died, he would not get out of his room.

Games and anime abandoned because they somehow remind him of MC.

His brothers needed to force him to eat and get some fresh air.

While he was ranting to Henry, MC bursts into his room.

Levi was SHOOK and was a little frightened thinking that it was one of his brothers to force him out until he heard their voice.

"I'm back!~"

Levi never got up so fast and ran to MC, hugging them hard.

His awkward attitude got thrown out the window, he was just relieved to see MC again.

That was until he remembered they were in the Devildom, he has lots of questions.

MC excitedly told him what happened.

"Well, I was starting to get bored and tired as an angel so I decided to throw wine at God!"

Needed a minute to comprehend it but when he did, he started laughing.

Wishes MC got a picture of it.

"I wish I had your confidence!"

Satan

When MC died, he really didn't know what to do.

Satan tried reading books but it was hard when there's a slight comparison to MC.

He tried going to cat cafes but it just reminded him of MC.

Satan was cleaning a classroom when someone hugged him from behind.

He quickly turned around, ready to push them away until he saw it was MC.

Quickly hugs and kisses MC, he's really excited to see them back and already starts thinking of date plans.

Until he realizes that MC was in their demon form, weren't they suppose to be an angel?

MC's face lights up and quickly tells him.

"God was giving me a lot of orders to do so I decided to throw wine at him!"

Takes a minute to process.

But then Satan starts laughing and pats their head.

Secretly, he was REAL proud of them. I mean, God did kill his sister right?

New date idea: Drinking wine.

"You will always be a troublemaker, won't you?"

Asmodeus

Starts going out to parties less and less after MC's death.

Asmo tries to keep up with appearance but it feels like a chore.

He'll sulk around his room, trying to think that MC is happy in the Celestial Realm.

Until someone kicks open his door. Asmo is ready to scold one of his brothers (Mammon) but his words get stuck in his throat when he sees MC.

They both run to each other and Asmo will hug h a r d that MC needs to ask to breathe.

MC only gets 1 second to breathe until they get attacked with kisses all around their face.

Asmo only realizes that MC is a demon when he remembers why he was sulking around.

MC excitedly tells him the story.

"I threw wine at God! You should've seen his face!"

H u h . . H U H

Kind of worried? I mean, MC did throw wine at GOD.

But that was kind of hot of MC?

That's one of his reasons on why he loves MC, they're fearless! It's kind of a problem sometimes

Though, Asmo is disappointed you didn't take any pictures. He could've posted it on Devilgram!

"You're so fearless!~ But I think we should set up on some boundaries..."

Beelzebub

Didn't eat a lot after MC died, even if his stomach growled REALLY loud.

His brothers forced him to eat because it was too loud.

Everyone was concerned for him.

While he was sitting at the dining table, looking at his plate of food, until he heard MC's voice.

"You're not gonna eat that?"

Never hugged someone so fast.

Even if he hugged MC fast, he was still surprised to see them.

Weren't they suppose to be in the Celestial Realm?

"Oh yeah... The Celestial Realm... Well I threw wine at God so I could come back here! He was kind of a bitch too..."

W-What

Yeah he was happy that MC was back with him but throwing WINE at GOD?

Worry chuckle.

He's also kind of proud though?

God deserved that honestly.

"You should be more careful MC... But since you're back, how about we eat? I'm hungry..."

Belphegor

Would not stop sleeping.

But even in his sleep, he felt cold, no matter how many blankets.

Belphie was used to MC's warmth.

On some nights he can't sleep, he tries to hold one of MC's favorite plushies.

While sleeping, he suddenly woke up because he felt a familiar warmth.

Quickly opened his eyes to see MC grinning at him.

Belphie became WOKE and hugged them tightly.

But then he realized, slowly but surely, that they aren't an angel.

MC told him the story.

"Well... I threw wine at God because he's so bossy. I just wanted freedom, y'know? You should've seen his face!

Belphie being Belphie, broke out laughing.

Is PROUD of MC.

Belphie kept imagining God's face, he wishes MC took a picture, he would've made it his lockscreen and laugh at it.

"Good job MC! I wish I could do that too!"

Simeon and Luke

(Writing them together)

What did they just watch?

Simeon and Luke saw how angry MC was to be in the Celestial Realm but didn't think they would throw WINE AT GOD.

Luke quickly brings napkins to God while Simeon calms MC down.

They are both thinking "Is this a dream??"

Didn't think MC would have that AUDACITY.

Simeon and Luke visit MC in the Devildom.

"Why would you do that! That was really unreasonable of you MC! Good thing we were there to calm God down!" Luke yelled out of concern.

"MC, you shouldn't pull stunts like that." said Simeon, also concerned.

"Serves him right! Shouldn't have been so bossy with me." Huffs MC.

In the end, Simeon and Luke are happy that MC is okay.

***

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONGGGG

AND SORRY IF IT WASN'T WHAT YOU WANTED </3

BUT THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! :D

[phoenixyfriend]

For your suddenly omegaverse au what exactly happened? Like I think obiwan and Anakin hop over from cannon verse to omegaverse but I am unclear on if there already existed obiwan and Anakin in omegaverse. Did they die early or do they just not exist or are they just not force sensitive and therefore not a part of the order? Is there still a sith conspiracy around Anakin?

Context: Original Post, Surrogacy, Worldbuilding, Obi-Mom, Soap Operas

So, from the original post:

There is no preexisting Anakin in the Omegaverse

Obi-Wan and Anakin just straight up don’t exist until they drop headfirst into the council room, already covered in blood.

To clarify: There has never been an Anakin Skywalker in this AU. There has never been an Obi-Wan Kenobi.

They don't know this for sure when they land in the AU, though. All they know is that the Jedi have no record of either of them. They figure, well, maybe they just got lost in the shuffle. Anakin wasn't found until he was nine, after all, and that was only by great coincidence.

The rest of this post has almost no mention of the omegaverse elements, FYI.

Warning: References to the Tusken massacre, explicit sedation and isolation of a mentally unstable individual threatening violence.

I don’t want to make light of institutionalization and involuntary holds, but Anakin is a character with a history of violence talking about repeating such an act, and that’s... a bit of an extreme case.

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It's not that hard to convince the Temple to let them run a mission that lets them stop by Tatooine or Stewjon. Anakin cares a lot more, so Tatooine it is! Obi-Wan can tell there's something sketchy going on with Anakin's particular anxiety about this, but he rolls with it. Anakin was very specific about the timing for some reasons, and at this point, it's easier to just let it all play through.

They go well after the whole “congrats, you’re omegas... somehow,” thing has happened, a month or so before Geonosis would have happened. Obi-Wan has managed to help the council sabotage and delay the Separatist side of the war enough that they’ve gained... maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months. Just a little more time to keep a few more people alive. Nobody’s reached out to Kamino yet, and Jango isn’t staging a failed assassination to draw someone in, either. They’ve bought enough time for Anakin to spend his vacation time checking in on his mom seeing if he exists here, and Obi-Wan can go with him.

They get to Tatooine. They wander about, and Anakin doesn't actually explain where they're going, but takes them straight to where the Lars farm is. Obi-Wan lets Anakin tell him that it was the Force that led him to the right area. Anakin can sense that his mom is in there, and Obi-Wan chalks up the relief from his former padawan to 'she's here and we don't have to look for her.'

Anakin is... panicking. Just a bit. What if he shows up and it turns out this reality's Anakin is off doing something completely unrelated and she realizes he's the wrong person? Or what if she doesn't recognize him and he calls her Mom anyway? What if he fucks up and says something stupid or just starts crying on her? She'll think he's insane.

Obi-Wan... takes over.

Anakin stays hidden, listening. Obi-Wan knocks on the door, and asks if there's a 'Shmi Skywalker' in residence. Someone in town mentioned her. He explains that he has a young friend of about twenty years--they're not sure, exactly, because the friend doesn't know his own birthday, but it's about there--who happens to be a Skywalker, and they're trying to see if they can reconnect him with a parent. They don't have much to go off of other than the surname... the Shmi that lives here wouldn't happen to have ever had any children about that age?

No. She hasn't had any children of her own blood, actually, her only child is her stepson, but she'd be happy to meet this other Skywalker, if he's in the area. It's always nice to find family, and connecting with those that were separated from you is a big deal on Tatooine. She's not going to look a gift bantha in the mouth.

(Cliegg, dear, put down the rifle.)

Obi-Wan promises to let his friend know, bids them goodbye, and goes to find Anakin.

Anakin is having a bit of a breakdown.

As one does.

Anakin insists that they stick around for a bit, that they do what they can to protect the farm, because that's his mom, even if she's not really his mom, and Obi-Wan can tell there's a Lot Going On here. He assumes it's because Anakin's upset his mom doesn't know him, which is a little irrational on account of their two options being "Anakin doesn't exist (and so Shmi doesn't know him)" and "Anakin does exist (but Shmi doesn't know this Anakin, so she still doesn't know him)," but Anakin's not a very rational person.

Obi-Wan thinks tamping down the current crisis is probably a little more important than chastising Anakin's attachment issues, mostly because Anakin's hands are shaking, and he's looking a little wild-eyed, and like. Obi-Wan's not great at dealing with Anakin's many and varied emotions, but he's learned at some point when it's best to just... roll with it Until There's Less Risk of Stab or Sobbing Laughter.

He helps figure out some minor fuckery with the Force to hide the family in the homestead behind them from visitors, and to warn them to hide when someone comes by. It’s not a lot--mostly just meditating and asking the Force for a helping hand--but it’s nice.

Except, well, Anakin keeps fidgeting. He keeps panicking. He has them coming back almost daily for a week, always too scared to talk to his mom but insistent on protecting her, and always looking at the calendar. Obi-Wan wants to get back to the Temple, but whatever the actual hell is going on with Anakin is too big to just ignored.

A specific day comes and goes. Anakin is a mess of jitters and nerves, and finally Obi-Wan asks just the wrong (right?) question, and... they visit Shmi.

Anakin says they can talk later, he just wants to see his mom One Last Time.

(Obi-Wan is getting more and more worried, but he sits through the incredibly awkward meeting between Anakin and his alt-universe mom, watches as Anakin has no idea what to say and almost cries, and Shmi just kind of lets him do that and Beru--a sweet girl, Obi-Wan thinks, and very practical--tells him that this is all very normal for reunited slaves.)

(Obi-Wan wonders if maybe there’s some stuff Anakin never told him about how being a slave affected him.)

(Obi-Wan had thought they’d moved past most of this, but..)

The meeting ends. There’s hugging.

They get back to the ship, and Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin fall apart. Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin cry and scream into a pillow, hyperventilate and nearly punch a hole in the wall as he rages about how it was all for nothing! Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin break into a million pieces in a way he’s never seen before.

Obi-Wan gets a confession.

Anakin tells him about the Tuskens.

It’s not an easy conversation. It’s not a short conversation, either. Anakin’s full of pain and misery and rising guilt, talks about how he’s been asking himself if it would be easier to keep his mother safe if he just killed them all now, except Obi-Wan would know, and be disappointed, and sure the Chancellor had said that they were little more than rabid animals, but Anakin doesn’t think he can kill the younglings again when his mom is still fine, and--

Obi-Wan sedates him.

He wants to say that he’s not proud of this, but... Anakin isn’t well. Anakin isn’t well in a way that is currently, specifically, revolving around doing extreme violence. Anakin is talking about going out and committing a slaughter as preventative maintenance.

Anakin stays sedated until they get back to the Temple, and he’s put in Force-suppressant cuffs--Obi-Wan quietly tells them to use something that can’t be sliced or taken apart by a droid specialist, and to avoid collars because Anakin was a slave for nearly a decade, and has a lot of traumatic associations--and in an isolated room.

It’s not a cell. Not technically.

He can’t just leave, though.

Obi-Wan hates himself for it, just a little. He doesn’t want to be doing this, not to his padawan, his brother, his son, but... a massacre. Even the younglings, he’d said.

(“He said he didn’t think he could do it again,” Obi-Wan mutters, half to himself and half to the mind healer that asks for his rundown of the situation. “I think he knows it was wrong, but...”)

(But he still did it, of course.)

It’s... better than Obi-Wan feared, but worse than he hoped.

Anakin is emotionally unstable. He has been, for a long time, but he’s usually functional. When the mind healer isn’t directly poking at his worst wounds, Anakin can more or less pass for... not okay, necessarily, but no worse than anyone else in the war had. He can say the right words. He can do a joint meditation. He can talk about philosophy the way a Knight that’s taken all the right classes does.

But part of Anakin still holds to the idea that the Tuskens deserved to die.

“This is my fault,” Obi-Wan whispers, more than once, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. “I should have...”

“He was an adult,” says Mace, who isn’t Mace, not the one that Obi-Wan knows, but a newer friend, one that’s still figuring how to act around him. “Young, but still an adult. He made that choice.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t answer. Things aren’t that simple.

“The timing can’t have been a coincidence,” Obi-Wan mutters to himself, later on, but in the same spot, and the same position.

The Quinlan of this universe shrugs. He knows Obi-Wan better than most, right now. Psychometry’s helpful that way, and sharing Obi-Wan’s heat hadn’t hurt. “Seems likely. You said Sith were involved and setting traps, and a kid like yours, with that much power and trauma... ripe for the molding.”

Obi-Wan whines, and then catches the noise and stuffs it back down, locks it up tight with the other ‘instinct’ things he doesn’t like to think about having. The sound already has Quinlan shifting closer, and the smell is... intended to be comforting, he thinks. Reacting to his own distress, which he’s probably just pumping out right now, because he still doesn’t know how to--

“Can I help?” Quinlan asks, and Obi-Wan lets him.

Someone gets through to Anakin, maybe, or he just lets himself be ground down, or Obi-Wan’s entreaties that he can’t teach Ahsoka until he understands his crimes get through. He won’t be trusted around the clones until the Jedi can trust him to do the right thing, they inform him.

“I wouldn’t hurt the clones.”

“Nobody’s going to believe that until you understand your crimes and truly, actually feel remorse for them.”

There wasn’t a crime, technically. Not in this universe. That tribe is still alive, here, unknowing of the fate they escaped by dint of Anakin talking himself down from committing another slaughter.

(He tells the mind healer it’s because Obi-Wan was there.)

(He might have done it, he says, if he hadn’t thought Obi-Wan would be disappointed in him.)

(He says it like it’s a foregone conclusion, that Obi-Wan’s opinion is worth more than the horror of what he might become.)

“We’re going to keep an eye on anyone talking to Palpatine,” Shaak tells him one day, after Anakin’s been mental instability hold for two weeks. “We don’t know for sure how far the similarities extend from your universe to ours, but given everything else you’ve been right about...”

“That bad?” Obi-Wan asks.

Shaak grimaces, fangs glinting in the light. “I want to believe we’d have never allowed a child into such a position, but I can’t know what political leverage may have been used in your dimension... whatever reason was had to put Skywalker in those rooms, we know the consequences now--”

“What did he do to my padawan?” Obi-Wan demands, because Anakin won’t even tell him that. Anakin hasn’t mentioned Palpatine since they left Tatooine. Not to Obi-Wan.

“Nothing physical,” Shaak manages. “But the lies he told and the suggestions he planted... it’s good they haven’t met again yet in this life. We’ll all be keeping them far apart.”

He wants to take solace in that. “Why do you know before I do?”

“Skywalker values your opinion,” she says. “Only yours. He doesn’t want you more disappointed in him than you already are, so much of what is relayed to the council as a matter of security goes no further, but this was deemed necessary to share. He agreed to it, if you worried we’d broken his confidence.”

Anakin’s therapy would normally be entirely private.

Anakin’s therapy would normally not be in response to confessions of mass slaughter.

He hasn’t asked to be let out, which Obi-Wan hopes is a sign that he realizes at least subconsciously that he was in the wrong. The mind healer says he could have been released under watch by a Master probably a day or two after he arrived, but seems to be drawing some kind of comfort in knowing he couldn’t hurt someone even if he tried.

Obi-Wan is Anakin’s emergency contact. His next of kin. His healthcare proxy. Anakin has a right to privacy, minor as it is in such a situation, and everyone recognizes and treats him as an adult, but... Obi-Wan learns as much from the mind-healer as he would have back when Anakin was actually a child.

“He trusts you to make the right decisions,” the mind healer tells him, careful and unassuming. “He has... a lot of conflicting opinions about many things, including the order, the coming war, the nature of human reproductive dynamics, the Code... but he seems keen on the idea that you are his best reference on morality and ethics.”

Oh, good, more horrifying responsibility.

“He’s better,” the mind healer tells him. “I want to get him out of here before he starts going stir crazy while still relying on the perceived safety as a crutch for his mental health. And he--”

“He’ll be staying with me,” Obi-Wan says, heavy as anything. “I know.”

“Well... there’s a war coming,” the mind healer says. She offers a thin smile when he looks at her. “I don’t want him going out, but it makes him feel useful, gives him a direction for the aggression, and... the Council is adamant that we’ll need him as much as we need you.”

It’s true.

“Did he tell you why everyone called him the Hero With No Fear?”

“No.”

“Ask him.”

[moxfirefly]

B D J O V for Donnie, Karl and Alcina? (yes I am in love, no I dont have regrets uwu)

My 3 loves? Well why not! And pls enjoy the ficlet styles I’m going to opt for when doing dirty secrets! This is a little long so is going under the cut.

🩸🍷Alcina Dimitrescu🩸🍷

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

A bit of an odd one here but she loves backs, like your actual back. The line of your spine, if you have those back dimples, ufff. She loves the shape of it if you’re on the more curvier side, she loves the skin, and your rolls, and any stretch marks. Just picture that elegant hand of hers ghosting over your back, nails maybe even claws.

On herself, well Alcina is aware of her assets and she’s very aware of her chest, both she’s quite proud of but she’s really proud of her figure over all.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There was a pretty seamstress in the village who always was brought up to the castle to help with her dresses. She was a pretty thing in Alcina’s eyes, very much her type. When your making or fixing or measuring a tailor made outfit for a 9ft+ woman well it gets tricky and a little more handsy than usual. Alcina didn’t mind, the seamstress didn’t either. It was interesting following simple commands even if they were asked upon her with nothing but grace and poise.

So as Alcina sat for the 40th time to have something around her neck marked to be fixed, she had to stand between her legs to best approach and see the mistake. Only sitting did she have the best chance at seeing her at a more eye to eye level (well as best as it could be).

She isn’t dumb, she knows curiosity, want and lust like the back of her hand. Sees the nervous swallow of the seamstress whenever hands glide across her chest. The whispered ‘pardon my lady’ when she rests a palm on Alcina’s throat and takes a needle to the neckline with all the gentleness she can muster. Of course it’s the moment to prick her finger, the quiet hiss and scent is enough to alert Alcina and without waiting for her to fuss she takes that bleeding digit and kisses it, tastes the bead of blood, all while looking straight at her. When she still sees lust there, oh does she pull her closer.

One of her maids walks in about twenty minutes later, an array of materials in her arms so she doesn’t quite catch how the Lady of the castle smooths her dress and tries not to laugh, chest heaving a little and legs closing a tad. The maid greets her with her usual honorifics before leaving the requested materials, she notices the seamstress isn’t there and arches a brow at the room. “Lavatory” is all Alcina says before the maid makes a question. She nods but feels something isn’t right with the current picture but still leaves.

Once gone.

The seamstress crawls out from under Alcina’s skirt, mouth shiny, hair disheveled and nice set of teeth marks at her bosom.

It becomes a frequent thing after that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It’s not to say she needs to because she sincerely feels she has anybody at her beck and call who is willing ready and able. But on the rare occasion she indulges in some self care, it’s mostly in her luxurious tub. Feeling the warm water, her hair clean and smelling of that weeks chosen fragrance, well it gets her thinking and thinking leads desiring and if there isn’t anybody she’ll handle it. Slow, she loves drawing out her own pleasure, loves to feel that rise but stops before it’s too close. She’ll do that, edge herself a little bit more before biting down on her lip to muffle a more particular louder cry.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both. She lives for giving it and she loves to receive it. She is just, wow, so incredibly good at it, she’s goes about it in such erotic and passionate way and if you’re not looking like you are being possessed by the devil then she up’s her game to make sure that happens. You can squeeze her head with your thighs all you want, she’s built different lol she can handle it. Don’t yank to much on her hair though, claw at her all you want but easy on the do.

She’s had a few inexperienced lovers which she has to guide when they want to go down on her. She’s very particular of what and how she likes it, but she’s patient enough to teach you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I’ll do you one better, https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRSKhUoh/

⚙️Heisenberg⚙️

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

https://hagelpaimon.tumblr.com/post/661063110466158592/i-wonder-wonder-who-ill-pick-hesi-baby-a

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) shout out to @imthegreenfairy88 for helping me out with this one.

The first few times he indulged in this he was very adamant in keeping it to himself and to himself only (with time and reassurance he chills out) but the first time he tried doing ‘back door’ stuff on himself he was very surprised about how good it fucking felt and every so often he indulged in it. There’s an occasion where he ends up in bed with some tourist, gun to his head he doesn’t remember their name but he sure fucking remember the blow job and fingering combo that they gave him that had him seeing fucking stars. He tensed up at first was about to say something but they crooked their fingers just right and swallowed his cock at the same time and words were out the window along with thoughts.

He was so far gone that it didn’t cross his mind that when he begged for another finger, he gave himself away and if their eyes weren’t indication of how delighted they had been, feeling two more additional fingers really proved the point.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I mean I’m saying yea, he has to get creative with it sometimes so as to not get bored, but he picks up a few things he enjoys (he is creative after all) he’s definitely ruined his fair share of pillows, loves rutting into them. He has beat off probably in any section of the factory but shower is better for clean up. He for sure has done it outside of the factory, probably relaxing on a chair and if the weather is nice enough, it’s not like anybody is gonna suddenly drop by. He likes a tight closed fist when he’s close but enjoys a teasing touch to start things off, really enjoys grabbing his balls when he does it. Very messy messy boy when he cums.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man blows you like his life depends on it. VERY sloppy but it’s really hot, it’s how eager he is about it and how willing he is to suffocate and or choke on it. He’s told you to sit on his face multiple times at multiple moments of the day. He loves the taste of you, loves feeling suffocated by your thighs. You know what they about big noses too 🥴🥴

As for receiving he likes to dish out what he takes. So expect some rough mouth fucking, he will make you gag, he will make you all teary eyed cause he enjoys it. He’s fine with it without to be honest, he much prefers to be balls deep in you but if you enjoy doing it then expect hip thrusting.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not super loud, but he isn’t mute. He groans and moans but he’s also a talker so expect a lot dirty talk. His voice drops in a way when he’s fucking you that it makes your toes curl. He’s all breathy pants when he’s close. Lots and lots of cuss words.

👾Donnie💜

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and on the other)

https://hagelpaimon.tumblr.com/post/661063462078889985/b-body-part-their-favourite-body-part-of-theirs

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes the taste of his own cum.

He denies it, really denies it, just says it’s his way of cleaning you up after a nice romp but he really has a way of proving the opposite. Donnie has ‘finished’ on you in every way shape or form. On your stomach, back, face etc you name and each time he has cleaned you up he’s either wiped it up and sucked on his fingers or he’s just full blown licked it off of you.

And there is something so disgustingly erotic about that you haven’t or don’t want to call him out on it. You’ve gone down on his multiple times and he very eager to kiss you after your done. One time you purposefully left some on your chin and lips to see if he’d clean it up first but nah, kissed the heck out of you. His favorite is cumin in you and then going down on you. The first time he did that, it was enough to make your toes curl till they cracked and just as you were about to say something he was yanking another orgasm from you. The combined taste of his and yours release? Fuck now that was his favorite.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it and does it often. He’s not prudish about it, it’s free oxytocin and for a guy who’s convinced he’s never gonna get a shot at being with somebody physically, might as well practice some self love.

Loves visual stimulation but he’s really into audio stimuli. Likes those audios where he feels he’s there with the person or the ones where they give instructions. Donnie is really into edging and if he’s got the time and privacy he can literally edge himself for a couple of hours. Has at times managed hands free orgasms. Has made cock sleeves or basically fleshlights (ah ingenuity), can have his moments where he’s super slow and teasing about it, light strokes and all that. Can also have moments where he basically fucks his fist to the point of making some pretty obscene wet noises. If listening to audios or watching videos he really loves trying to cum at the same time as the person in the vid or audio. Has a bottle of lotion right on the desk but that shit is so cluttered with stuff that nobody has picked up on it and honestly it’s kinda funny.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

GIVE GIVE GIVE.

Oh my lord is he OBSESSED with giving oral. It’s such a big turn on for him. He just loves how intimate it is, he loves how he’s giving you pleasure in such an intimate position. LOVES over stimulating with his mouth, loves feeling thighs trying to break his head, happy to die down the suffocated in his favorite place, loves feeling a hand at the back of his head and pushing him in further.

He’s not crazy about receiving cause he knows his size is a challenge but he’s not opposed to it, he much rather get a hand job from you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud and not afraid about it. He enjoys the fuck out of it and is going to be vocal about it unless it’s adamant to be quiet because people are around. His churrs are really nice, deep but not as baritone as say Raph’s, but they feel and sound so good.

[smilingformoney]

Home for Christmas

Summary: After her first semester at Juilliard, Abbie surprises her parents by coming home early.

Dad Snape | Snape x OC | fluff

Read on Ao3 or under the cut:

December 1999

Abbie was exhausted. She’d endured an eight-hour flight, she was jetlagged, and the muggle border control had almost seen the magical flora she’d brought back with her before she managed to surreptitiously cast a charm to disguise it.

She was actually home a day earlier than promised. She wasn’t sure she could handle meeting her family at the airport - it had been hard enough for her when they’d seen her off. She’d much rather see them for the first time in a more comfortable and less public setting. So she had moved her flight a day earlier, and decided to surprise them at home.

She was too exhausted to apparate, especially carrying heavy luggage, so she hailed the Knight Bus and tried not to vomit as it jumped around the country, eventually landing outside the cottage she had missed so much. They’d been living in it barely more than a year when she left, but it already felt more like home to her than either of her parents’ previous houses.

As she pulled her suitcase up the path, Abbie looked up at the windows. The lights were off upstairs, and only the living room light was on - her sisters were probably already asleep, her mother in the living room and her father either there with her or in his study.

Abbie tried to suppress the grin on her face, but she couldn’t help it. It had been an incredible few months, and she was looking forward to her next semester, but she had been so homesick, and she was excited to see them again.

She knocked on the door. She could have let herself in, but she was her father’s daughter and she wanted to add some flair to her unexpected arrival.

The door opened a crack. Then, after a moment’s pause, it opened fully.

“You cheeky bugger!” Persephone laughed. “Come here.”

She pulled her daughter into a hug, and Abbie melted into her mother’s familiar embrace.

“Oh, I missed you!” Persephone said with relief.

“I missed you too, Mum,” Abbie replied with a grin on her face. “Are the girls asleep?”

“Yes, I just put them down an hour ago. How have you been?” Persephone stepped back to usher Abbie inside, taking her suitcase in for her. “Have you been eating properly? Are you keeping safe?”

Abbie laughed. “Great, yes, and yes. It’s amazing how much safer I feel when there’s no Death Eaters lurking in the shadows.”

“Speaking of which - Severus!” Persephone called. He was, unsurprisingly, in his study. “Look who’s here!”

With less than a day to Abbie’s return, Severus was getting anxious. He had been counting down the days to her return since she’d left. He knew he’d miss her, but he’d had no idea just how much; it felt as if he were missing a limb. Or, more accurately, it was as if he were missing a piece of his soul. She wrote, of course, but owls couldn’t fly across the Atlantic and so they had to rely on muggle post, which took far too long for Severus’ liking. He was proud of her for following her dreams, of course he was, but did those dreams really have to be three thousand miles across the ocean?

And so, on the day before she was due to arrive, Severus’ tension was at an all time high. Persephone had taken the girls to bed, leaving him to distract himself the way he knew best - by locking himself in his study and working until something or someone reminded him of the outside world.

That reminder came when he heard his wife’s voice calling his name.

“Severus! Look who’s here!”

Severus sighed. He didn’t care a jolt who may be visiting them so late at night. Abbie wasn’t back until tomorrow, and so there was nobody it could be that would interest him.

When he didn’t respond, she knocked on the door. “Sev!” Persephone called again.

“Tell them to sod off,” Severus called back.

“Oh, fine, I’ll just fly back to New York, then.”

Severus froze. He recognised her voice immediately, and he knew no one else who would have flown from New York - and nobody else quite as sarcastic, although Potter gave her a good run for her money.

He practically leapt from his desk, ignoring the bang of his knee against the corner as he hurried to fling the door open and step out into the hallway.

Sure enough… there she was. She grinned at him.

Forgetting all decorum, Severus strode across the hall to her; she met him halfway, and they collided into a tight embrace as effortlessly as if it were rehearsed.

It felt as if something had slotted into place. It was like taking a sip of cold water when desperately thirsty, or that first bite of food on a starving stomach. A human needs food, water and sleep to survive, but Severus had a fourth need - he needed his best friend.

Abbie clung to him as tightly as he did to her, as if they were both afraid of losing the other again. Severus felt a tear run down his cheek, but he didn’t care. It was a tear of relief, of joy, to have his daughter home again.

“I missed you,” Abbie mumbled into his shoulder.

“And I, you,” Severus replied softly. He kissed her gently on the side of her head - oh, how he had missed those little affections - and pulled back to look at her.

He frowned.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked, lifting a finger to her hair to examine a streak of purple that sat beneath her black locks.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Abbie laughed. “Funnily enough, that didn’t deter me.”

“I suppose the thought only encouraged you.”

Abbie grinned mischievously. Severus couldn’t resist a small smile, relieved as he was to have his daughter home, the smartarse that she was.

“Are you two still having your moment?” Persephone asked as she arrived back at the base of the stairs. “I can come back later.”

“We’re done,” Abbie promised, although Severus disagreed, but he allowed her to step away from him. “I know it’s late, but can I have some dinner? The food on the plane was garbage.”

“Oh, Merlin, she’s speaking like them now,” Severus sighed. “Remember you’re a Hogwarts girl, Abbie, not Ilvermorny.”

“Oh, there’s a boy in my suite who’s from Ilvermorny!” Abbie said excitedly as Persephone began rummaging around in the freezer for food.

“How do you know? You weren’t risking magic in front of muggles, I hope?” Severus asked sternly.

Abbie squirmed uncomfortably. “Actually, he recognised me. Well… my name. Well… your name.”

“Our name,” Persephone reminded her. “We’ve only got frozen pizza, by the way, we were going to go shopping tomorrow before you got in.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Anyway, I introduced myself and he asked if my father was Severus Snape. Turns out you’re famous over there now too.”

“Oh, Merlin,” Severus sighed.

“But he’s the only one! Nobody else knew. It was nice, actually, to at least have one person over there who knew I’m a witch, but to everybody else I was completely anonymous. People know who I am because of me, not because of you.”

Severus smiled, although his heart twinged with a little sadness too that her new life was so completely separate from him.

“Did he tell you about the Ilvermorny houses?” Persephone asked as she placed the pizza in the oven and set the timer.

“Yes, and I reckon I’d be in Pukwudgie.”

Severus scoffed. “Pukwudgie? Really? What a ridiculous name.”

Persephone looked at them both thoughtfully. “No, she’s right,” she said. “Well, you’re both right - it is a stupid name, but it represents the heart. And no one has a bigger heart than our Abbie.”

“What house do you think you’d be in?” Abbie asked.

“Horned Serpent,” Persephone replied. “You too, Sev.”

Severus humphed. “Well, I suppose that sounds most similar to Slytherin.”

“Actually, it’s more like Ravenclaw. There isn’t really an equivalent to Slytherin. But, yes, it is snakey.”

“Snakey,” Abbie repeated with a laugh. “Snapey and snakey?”

“Exactly!”

Severus shook his head in dismay. He knew it wouldn’t be long until the twins started talking - Ariadne had already managed a few words - and he’d no doubt be subjected to even more nonsense.

He sighed. “Well, Abbie, would you like to join us to watch a film tonight, or would you rather head straight to bed?”

Abbie rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, because I came home a day early because I missed my bed.” She nudged him playfully. “I came because I missed you, you dolt. What are we watching?”

“We were trying to decide earlier but we couldn’t agree,” Persephone said, leading them into the sitting area.

“Oh, is this the DVD player Dad bought you?” Abbie asked curiously, recalling the letter she’d received a little over a week after her mother’s birthday.

“No, it’s the DVD player your sisters bought me,” Persephone corrected her.

“Oh, right, of course. They bought it. With their money.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, they don’t have money,” Severus sighed. “The shopkeeper simply gave it to them when he saw how cute they are.”

Abbie nodded, as if this were a completely sensible thing to happen. “Well, if you two can’t decide what to watch, I’ll choose something.” She looked through the handful of DVDs that were sitting on a shelf, while her parents settled back into their seats.

“Ha! Told you!” Persephone exclaimed victoriously when Abbie chose Se7en.

“And where am I supposed to sit?” Abbie asked when she turned back towards them and saw that Persephone was sat on the end of the sofa, her legs on Severus’ lap as he sat in the middle.

“With me, of course,” Severus said matter-of-factly. He gestured to the remaining seat next to him, and with a roll of her eyes Abbie sat, cuddling up to him before hitting play on the remote.

“Worth coming home early for?” Severus asked softly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into an embrace.

Abbie smiled. “Definitely.”