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captainharunanase · 8 years ago

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When you justified with the term fanart, that you can basically do whatever you want, I agree with you. BUT the recent new stalker *cough* cozy-hovel *cough* commented more than one IR fanarts with very piss-weak comments like "you're delusional" or "not gonna happen". Not worth this person's time but keep a look out, I got the receipts and I've counted.

Very true. I have seen that particular idiot call anything IR-oriented as “delusional” but here’s the kicker–all those IR moments are legit scenes from the manga. How can any IR scene, that Kubo himself drew, be delusional? Despite how people interpret them, an IR moment is STILL an IR moment.

Long-ass post under the cut because I want my IR lovelies to enjoy the tag and not have to be bombarded with my super long semi-meta post.

Anyhoo, a few examples here just to make my point.

Ichigo went to SS to save Rukia himself–no one forced his hand. And regardless if it’s “seen” as romantic or not he still saved her AND thanked her for stopping his rain (i.e. depression). Orihime even admits Rukia changed his world and is his most important person. That’s legit there no matter how you translate it.

How is that delusional? We all read it. Saw it. Heard it from Ichigo himself. Major IR moment.

Ichigo feels down about his inner hollow and all that jazz until Rukia shows up and literally cheers him up. Doesn’t matter if it’s romantic or not. It happened. It’s there. Even Orihime is grateful to her for doing something even she could never do. That’s an IR moment.

How is that delusional? Kubo showcased it in full view. No tricks, no double-meaning. It’s right there.

Ichigo saying goodbye to Rukia at the very place he gained his powers from her when they first met. His and hers facial expressions displaying such sadness and melancholy over their farewell. How their humans friends were also sad for the both of them in seeing this happen to them.

How is that delusional? It’s right there. It’s an IR moment that Kubo took the time to draw with such great emphasis and detail there’s no way people can mistake it as anything but a semi-private sad goodbye moment between them.

And when Rukia returned at Ichigo’s lowest moment in FB Arc? Where Ichigo was in the very pinnacle of despair and desperation and fear and hopelessness? Where every single human bond (minus his dad and Uryu) he had in his life had been utterly ripped apart and distorted and used AGAINST him to show how weak and easy it was to turn on him and betrayal him? How even though Uryu and his father hadn’t betrayed him–he still DOUBTED them at first until he was reassured by them that they were on his side?

Yet the moment he saw Rukia–even with a blade stabbed through his chest FROM BEHIND–he automatically trusted her? Was fucking relieved to see her? Didn’t doubt his Shinigami friends when they appeared to aid him? Or that moment where even Byakuya, having gotten cut by Tsukishima’s blade, still was on Ichigo’s side because of his faith in him–through all of the actions Ichigo’s done for his sister and Soul Society? How Ichigo finally regained his resolve back from her, again, and literally showed Ginjou that his despair had changed into his strength through her? And the very fact Rukia would have died for Ichigo–again–when Tsukishima tried to kill him from behind? The look on his face when he saw it about to happen?

How is any of that delusional? We saw his depression after losing his powers. We saw him try to find a way to get them back. We saw him struggle with his Fullbringer so he could try getting his Shinigami powers back. We saw his human bonds break and his doubts against everyone until Rukia showed up. He didn’t question her. Kubo literally wrote “these bonds will never break” about IR. This is literally a fact from Bleach. There is no bias or twisting the truth.

Romantic, platonic, and so on does not matter here. Kubo made that moment important to the both of them and ONLY them. That is the truth. There is no asspulling or imagining it. This is literally not up for debate. It’s literally a highlight to illustrate that his bond with Rukia will never break despite the ending.

Yet Kubo not only tried to dismantle and discredit 15 years of buildup between IR through the last arc, but in trying to do so made the ending seem extremely OOC and off-putting to the majority who expected actual substance not shallow and hollow imitations of what they once loved and cared for for 15 years. I’m not talking about ships. I’m talking about the 180° character assassination and the horrendous gaping holes in his story. He had 10 more years left for Bleach. What he does instead is a 10 year jumpskip with literally no explanation of any major plotlines except Rukia being captain and some characters are around and about but who the hell knows what they’re even up to because it was wasted on ships of a future generation Bleach never once hinted on or was expected to be about all…along?

If Kubo wanted to pull a Naruto he should have actually read it because Kishimoto definitely talked nonstop about past, present, and future generations so much I’m surprised few people find THAT ending odd yet say Bleach was always supposed to end this way? Really now? I definitely know people that think that way only cared about ships and not the integrity of Bleach.

I don’t care about canon ships or if Ichigo somehow fell in “love” with Orihime 3 years later after the final arc. Same thing with Rukia to Renji. What I care about is facts and evidence supporting it.

Which there literally is none in the manga.

The only evidence that Ichigo felt for Orihime had only ever been friendship. What she felt for him was more than that–that is a no-brainer. Her feelings for him is a fact. His feelings for her? Never saw romantic proof. And I didn’t ship IR or any ship seriously until the FB arc. But even I knew, if Ichigo had to be with someone based off who he was closest to in terms of who actually understood him best–I assumed it would be Rukia. It made logical sense based off all the mutual compatibility and the semblance of how Kubo was always furthering their bonds and demonstrating their importance to each other through not only other characters but through Ichigo’s and Rukia’s actions for one another.

Even when he was trying to separate them in the end you could tell how he had to actively alienate them to even give a small glimmer of hope to make the canon ships somewhat passable. But all he did–since he never properly handled IH/RR correctly with equal mutual reciprocation from Ichigo to Orihime and Rukia to Renji–is make the majority of his audience feel dissatisfied with how strange they were acting. He had plenty of time to make those ships important but he chose not to. It wasn’t until he was getting the plug pulled that he suddenly cared about them. Yet in doing so was too little too late. He was reaching the end of his serialization and instead of closing all the loose ends and trying to end the final battle as best as he could. He chose to focus on a faulty shipping path instead of the story’s own dire need of a proper closure.

Rukia ignoring Ichigo? Renji giving him a speech to lift his spirits that he’s never done before? Tsukishima giving him powers? Rukia and Ichigo barely interacting or even acknowledging each other? So on and so forth?

That is actually also not delusional. We don’t deny it happened. It’s there. We see it. Those are moments meant to dissolve IR importance at the last second. This is Kubo stating if Bleach ends so does IR.

But it really didn’t. He never actually goes through with it.

Ichigo and Rukia still are the same when they are together. Albeit still not IC fully yet it’s undeniable that while 686 spewed some ooc talk about courage–IR still had a moment. They are still the definition of Bleach regardless how you see them as.

That is fact. That is truth. It’s there. Kubo made sure to remind us. Even with all he’s done, Kubo still had to make IR important because it started with them and now ended with them.

Lil Kaz and Lil Ichka didn’t change that even if they “inherited the love and destiny” their respective parent had for each other to them. If anything I don’t hate or blame the children for that. They are merely the byproduct of a man who has been proven to have lost Bleach’s true purpose and integrity years ago and now has nothing left to show for it.

This is not a delusion or made up. This is fact. It happened. It’s there. We all universally read the death of Bleach together. We saw how it failed to capture the essence of what made Bleach–BLEACH. The ending IS a failure. The sales project it, the Japanese fans express their displeasure, the negative reviews and reactions received are not made up or imagined, the daily fact Kubo has yet made a formal interview or even attempted to write a post-script to answer our questions is proof he no longer wants anything to do with his own work.

He was coerced to draw for his own post novels and he even stated he wanted no part in them. All talks of post Bleach is done by third parties and any small snippets of him are done by others literally quoting what he’s told them–not to us his fans. The "bonds" we see in the newest novel? He literally stated they were "never seen in the original manga." Antis say he didn't have "time" because of the cancellation but he had 15 years for IR yet no time for the "intended" ships he apparently wanted? What an asspull and last ditch effort to screw himself over.

That is definitely not delusional. Never in my years of being a part of this world of manga and video games have I ever heard of a creator taking such great lengths not to address or even talk about his work post-conclusion. Kubo is not talking and will most likely not talk about his thoughts on his direction towards the end of his series for a good while.

And to all those that actually enjoyed the ending, despite evidence to prove how much of a complete debauchery it made the characters out to be and the storyline put into utter jeopardy and disrepair, congratulations you’ve played yourselves.

You’ve literally proven not only do you not care about the foundation of what made Bleach what it used to be (the characters, the story, and even the bond between IR–honestly don’t care if you ship them or not) but also the very fact you rejoice in the thought that IR has "sunk" (uh-huh yeah sure) simply because it THREATENED your ships. You only care about how much of a hassle their bond was that you knew the only way Bleach would be great TO YOU is if IR was destroyed in every way, shape, and form. Regardless whether it was Kubo trying to ruin any potential romantic bond or even their platonic one–you are HAPPY at the thought Kubo tried to disprove them in any way you think he could.

Now that’s delusional. It actual never came to fruition or able to stop IR from being IR. Kubo literally could not be bothered to care to try and go through with even that. He tried, yes, but he took it all back at the end with his. “Thank you Ichigo and Rukia…” and his “won’t this make you cry if you’re a fan of Ichigo and Rukia?” These tidbits he insists on saying over and over are facts.

Your positive reactions of Kubo trying to disassemble IR and how you all have in turn tried to dissuade us to stop criticizing Bleach is as transparent as your blatant hate for Rukia and her importance to both Ichigo and Bleach.

The truth is you all would gladly sacrifice the whole essence of Bleach if it meant IR was never meant to be. That is literally how far you antis have gone. You all would gladly see Bleach fall than admit without IR your ships would sail worry-free.

In truth, it’s not even the real IH/RR fans that are delusional it’s the anti-IR fans that are severely misinformed and delusional.

They see any IR moment and have to assume it’s unimportant because it threatens them. They need to assume it’s only platonic and can only be seen that way because it makes it easier to then steal IR material for themselves and call it romantic for their ships. They believe in their minds that IR fans are delusional because we hated the final arc of Bleach over ships and nothing else. They wholeheartedly think we are all inherently wrong because we didn’t read Bleach “right” and we’re the delusional ones.

All of these assumptions and accusations of IR fans are ironic as fuck because there had been nothing but proof and receipts from our side proving how insecure and pathetic their attempts at garnering our attention and their need for us to validate them since August of last year.

They want us to feel threatened by this ending, by Kubo’s attempts to assassinate his own series, and by admitting somehow and in some twilight zone that their way was the true way.

Their delusions are grand I’ll give them that but their transparency and smell of desperation reeks of instability and fragility.

I have never felt threatened by IH/RR or by any ship for that matter. We all know IR is the pinnacle and definition of Bleach.

Love them, hate them, and ship them or not there is no delusion about them. When you think of Bleach they are the sum of it. They are what made Bleach great. And through them, we had many other great things and characters born from those two’s interaction that fateful night 15 years ago. That is fact. It happened. We all read it. No denying the two main characters of the story creating the very basis and foundation Bleach once stood upon proudly. Now? All we remember is the horrible ending of endless loopholes, incomplete retcon plotlines, MIA characters, OOC overturn of remaining characters, and still underdeveloped half-sided ships meant to take seriously with a finale of two small children that somehow was the conclusion needed to finish Bleach in all it’s now faded glory?

The delusions pro-ending fans take to ensure they are proven right with as little to no evidence as possible to dictate this is how we all as a collective whole must see it as is anything but delusional.

Now, if Kubo cared and catered to the ending correctly by talking about it and making interviews and just admitting the truth “yes I wanted everything to happen EXACTLY like this for x and y reasons because this and that.” Then yes we’d all would have seen it. It would have happened if he did it. We couldn’t have denied it even if we tried.

But no, we get nothing but vague “I intended it from chapter 1…” and “I only wanted the kids to meet…” the “it” in question is vague and had been never clarified so anything we assume ranging from ships to just Ichigo losing his powers and staying in the human world can be what he meant. The kids bit is also strange because while he states he wanted the kids to be a part of Bleach (how? Well not sure except from what we got in 686 obviously) but he doesn’t specify WHY he wanted the kids to meet.

As a roundabout way for IR? To illustrate the IR bond through mini IR 2.0? To show the love IR had for each other through their kids? Wanting them to go through the same trials and tribulations IR did for some sadistic twist of fate? To try and do a failed Boruto rehash? To try and save his series? To make the kids the ones to break the tragic love stories by ending up together whereas all the other romances didn’t? He didn’t specify and I honestly doubt he ever will.

Nor do I honestly care about him or his lackluster post ending bullshit.

I care about Bleach in its entirety. I care about each and every character–even the ones in the last arc. I care about the narrative and what used to be the true purpose of Bleach in Ichigo’s incompleted Hero Journey. I care immensely about the dishonor he has done to Rukia and her shinigami world. I care deeply at what he’s done to both IR and even Orihime and Renji. I care ferociously about Uryu’s mistreatment and isolation. I care strongly about Chad’s lack of importance in the end and how much disrespect Kubo has done to the rest of his characters and story.

I will always put Bleach first and IR second. Good thing they are at times one and the same when it comes to their tragic fall from grace.

Give me true mutual 100% irrefutable fact that I’m wrong about both Bleach and IR and maybe MAYBE I’ll reconsider my analysis and interpretation of this major work I’ve literally been a part of since the very beginning 15 years ago when I was a preteen. Tell me, my understanding was always wrong when I didn’t even fully ship IR because I believed with my whole being that IR is just IR any way they wanted to be for Bleach didn’t need ships to make it great so long as IR’s bond pulled through.

Tell IR fans how delusional we are when the jokes on you antis on how shallow you have been proven to care about Bleach where even tons of non-shippers like I used to be can see through your bullshit and has since joined sides with the anti-ending fans as well as IR fans on criticizing the fuck out of this shamble of what used to be a great top 3-tier manga.

So yes, Anon-san that anti fool can crosstag and complain and whine about how the majority of the Bleach fandom is “delusional” and “salty” and etc.

Doesn’t change the fact that the majority of the fandom is pissed and will always be outraged and feel betrayed over the disaster that Bleach has become and no amount of bitching insignificant, incompetent, disrespectful crosstagging little shits will ever find the validation they so desperately crave from the majority that will forever loathe both them and the ending Bleach never deserved.

But thanks for keeping track of their actions, it’s great to know how much they prove their own stupidity while we continue to simply bask in all of Bleach–both good and bad parts.

Sorry for the long length. But it’s just irksome to see assholes like that one pretend to care about Bleach and call us fake fans.

How delusional can they be, amirite? Guess we’ll just have to keep our epic-ness at full blast per usual to spite them since they just can’t help getting their arses roasted every time they try to use their emotional opinions as facts while we just drown them with contextual evidence as truth and just sip our deliciously hot scathing tea in the aftermath.

Because I do love me some tea after a good roast. Don’t you? Good bitter pity and disgruntle pettiness from their end is always great in my cup after washing my hands of their tears.

Oh, no I just realized I might have offended crosstaggers with my “delusions” of grandeur!!! *fake gasp*

Oh wait!!

I also just realized I don’t fucking care. Whoops~

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#Ichiruki #deathberry #anti bleach ending #anti 686 #oh look it turned into a meta thingy oh well #long post #zakksu asks

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bitchassbucky · 4 years ago

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Warning/s: nsfw! (literally) stalkerish themes. dark!bucky x dark-ish!reader. cybercrimes being committed. f & m masturbation. sex toy (vibrator mention). this is kinda meta, tbh.

A/N: the long-awaited part two of .exe mwahaha. we're delving not-that-deep into bucky's little thingy methinks. as always, reblogs and comments are welcomed! <3

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Jesus Christ, you’re insatiable.

Bucky barely woke up when he caught you masturbating with a rabbit vibrator on your bed—laying on your stomach. The towel you thoughtfully laid on was folded halfway. He assumes that you’re a squirmer too when you come. The Friday night show was his favorite though, shame that he didn’t get any footage of it.

His dick is already hard but he’s got no time to waste just yet. Clicking open a screen recording app, he gets to work. Bucky’s already got some footage of you sleeping, cleaning up, and tidying your sheets. In his little mind palace, he’d never let you do any of these things—he’ll be the one to change the sheets, he’d tuck you in bed too.

Bucky let the program run on the desktop as he went to get his breakfast. His mind keeps drifting back to you in his office.

How do you like your coffee?

Do you even like coffee?

You look like a tea kind of person.

Maybe he’ll ask you for breakfast, as soon as he learns how your morning routine goes.

When he came back to his desk, the bed was already made up (again). He got worried for a second until your face came into the frame, your glasses fogged up with vapor.

You bring the laptop with you to the living room, along with a big mug of… something.

He’s gotta learn what you like so he can like it too.

On his side of the things, he sees that you keep your word processor running in the background. More work, perhaps? He hadn’t had the chance to check out your files just yet. He kept himself busy with your pictures and candids. Bucky had his favorites all printed out—he, of all people, knows that technology can’t be trusted, so why were you uploading these pictures of yourself?

There were ones taken in your bathroom, he presumes. On your bed. In the kitchen. By a fucking window, for crying out loud.

He wants to be the one to take these pictures, to imprint them into his memory. Seared in his brain. But not yet.

For now, he just needs to get back at making sure you’re safe in your apartment.

You’ve been staring and smiling at your phone for a while now.

What are you up to?

—

Turns out Mr. IT Guy isn’t very social-media savvy.

All his pictures are out in the open for everyone to see. You wonder what he’s like in private, then.

Maybe he likes posting candids of his new girlfriends and deleting them when it’s over? For a man who has a face of a god, you’d expect to see at least a girlfriend within the past few months.

But he doesn't. No corny pictures, no hashtags of anniversaries, no tagged photos.

You spent your morning working up yourself with your trusty vibe, the image of him fucking you by the kitchen sink fresh on your brain.

Holy shit, does he have that effect on everyone?

What if you wander into his office after a shift and you’d find him stroking his cock? Would you close the door and never speak of it? Maybe you’d smirk and walk over him, sinking down on your knees to suck him off.

God, now you’re all worked up again. Horny, hot, and bothered. That’s good though, then you’d have the energy to finish the chapter you left a week ago.

—

So you’re a writer by choice. Bucky knew that much.

What he wasn’t expecting though, is you write the most explicit things.

The all-white collar girl he met last week likes to get fucked roughly. Overstimulated. Choked. Gagged. Slapped. Spit on.

He’s gotta show you how to make love. Slow, sensual love. Preferably after the roughhousing, that is.

Oh, the things he’d do to you—how he’ll worship your body, head to the tip of your toes. Bucky wants to bury his cock between your lips and praise you for the good girl you are. He wants to let you know that you don’t need to be degraded in order to come.

You just need him.

Bucky’s cock twitches in his sweatpants, still painfully hard. The thick vein on the underside of his shaft protrudes, waiting for him to just fuck something warm.

His hand will do for now.

By the time he got his hand gripping the base of his cock, he’s got you in fullscreen. The recording app still running in the background.

You’re busy. Typing. Researching. Looking for words to replace ‘say.’ Your sleep shirt is loose on your soft frame.

Bucky focuses on you, then. Imagining you on your knees, right here in his apartment. You’d be wearing those glasses you have on. He knew he had a thing for girls with glasses.

He closes his eyes to indulge himself in his own movie.

Your tongue laying flat against his girth, drooling all over the thick base of his dick. He’d let you take your time licking, all the way from his balls to tip. Your lips would close around his leaking head, teasing and tasting his precum.

One of his ties would be around your wrists so you’d learn how to use your mouth.

Bucky swears to God that he felt your mouth closing in on his cock as he pistons his fist faster. A guttural moan spills out of his mouth as his toes curl, the carpet gripping the pads of his feet.

“God, fuck—Y/N.”

Bucky forgoes any kind of underwear last night, only dressing himself up with baggy sweatpants. It was for the better too. He doesn’t think he’d come so much from watching someone—well, not just someone—on the screen.

He sighs, wiping himself clean on the underside of his pants. He needs to do his laundry soon.

Bucky looks at your face longingly from his side of the screen; God, is this how long-distance couples feel?

Maybe he’ll shoot you a text later.

—

Unknown Number: I hope you’re doing well.

Unknown Number: How's your laptop?

Unknown Number: Shit, sorry, it’s Bucky from IT. :)

Your head spun in three different directions as the texts came in.

Hey, Bucky! I’m doing well. The laptop is too.

Was it too curt? Well, you didn’t want to come off too strong. It’s not like he’s been on your mind for the better half of your weekend morning.

Your stomach made a worrying flip as the message status turned Read 10:44 AM. But there was no typing bubble.

Whatever, you’re fine. You’re a busy girl. A strong, independent woman who—

IT Guy Bucky: Good! Just checking on you. We had some downtime due to system maintenance last night.

Oh, it’s work.

No problems on my end! You type in quickly, sending it. To be fair, all you had in common was a band.

Hey, I have a question. It’s not work-related.

—

Oh.

Oh, he fucked up, didn’t he?

Y/N: Do you know any restaurants near the office? I’m sick of eating take-out food. Other than the hipster hideyhole you told me.

Bucky breathed out a sigh of fucking relief when he read your text. He chuckles mostly at himself and composed a reply.

Yeah! I have a non-hideyhole spot a block away from the office. You wanna check it out sometime?

You already got inside jokes.

Is 11:30 good?

Yeah, Bucky types, a smile forming on his lips, 11:30 it is.

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alittlebitmaybe · 4 years ago

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making concessions

so i, uh, maybe wrote the nichest, dumbest cracky au ficlet in the world. i blame @yoursummerfrost who is possibly the sole audience for this. i hope you’re happy.

anyway, this is what i described in this post, aka “Geralt and Jaskier meet at a Magic: the Gathering tournament that Jaskier has no business being at but somehow he beats Geralt and then they try to have sex in the bathroom”

featuring a complete disregard for like, legal cards or real decks or any actual knowledge of MTG tournaments beyond living with someone who plays it a lot

rated M for like frottage and marking and stuff

“Fresh meat,” Yen mutters, perched against one of the folding tables, knees spread. She punctuates it with a snap of her bubble gum.

Geralt folds his arms across his chest, eyebrow raised. “This is a low-tier Magic tournament, Yen, not a grade school playground.”

“Doesn’t make him not fresh meat. He’s gonna last five minutes, tops. Someone is gonna OTK that poor bastard.”

“We’ve all got to start somewhere.”

“That kid, Geralt,” she says, “is starting nowhere.”

The man Yen calls that kid does look more like he should be at Coachella than at a Magic: the Gathering tournament—bandana, loose tank top, cuffed jean shorts, and all—but, Geralt thinks, clearing his throat, he’s definitely no kid, not with the definition in his arms and the chest hair and the light scruff along his jaw. He is, though, going around and asking people to show him their decks, which he takes from them and riffles through clumsily while oohing and ahhing.

“Good for me, at least,” Geralt adds. “One less actual competitor to knock out.”

Yen punches him lightly in the shoulder. “Sure, if you can keep it in your pants. You just went all googly-eyed. Those baby blues suck you in already?”

He drags his gaze back to her. “He’s alright. If he touches my cards like that I’ll kill him. They’re worth more than his life.”

“I know, dear. I know. Well, gird yourself, because if you both win your first matches you’re against each other.”

Geralt smiles. “No problem. I’ve been playtesting against every meta deck for weeks. My win ratios are favorable against almost anything. This whole thing is mine.”

“Nerd,” says Yen.

Geralt tugs at the hem of her vest, and she kicks out at him with her boot heel. “You’re literally a judge here. You’re certified.”

“Exactly. I’m in a position of power, but you’re just here to show off. Nerd.”

“Keep it up and I won’t share the prize.”

“Half the prize money would barely buy me dinner at Applebee’s, but thanks anyway, darling. You can keep it, I think I’ll manage.”

And well, that’s fair, actually.

“It’s not about the money,” Geralt protests.

Yen snorts. “Obviously, or no one would be here. We all just bow to the whims of MTG. And thank them. And hand over our credit cards.”

Coachella man has dropped someone’s deck all over the floor and is apologetically gathering the cards back into a haphazard pile. The spectacle has drawn stares.

“Who’s the fool, really?” Yen asks. “Him, or us?”

“Hm,” Geralt replies.

“Geralt,” says Geralt. “Bant ramp.”

“Jaskier,” says Coachella man, smiling brightly and taking the proffered hand as he settles himself across the table. “Was that last bit English?”

“It’s…my deck,” Geralt explains dubiously. “Bant ramp? Green, white, blue?”

Jaskier pulls an impressed face. “They’ve got names for things like that? You really know your stuff, Geralt.”

“Uh,” says Geralt, nonplussed. “Yeah, thanks. What are you playing, then?”

“Oh, I’ve got this great deck! It’s got all the colors because I couldn’t pick just a few, and all the cards have such pretty art, you know? I had to put in the best ones. A few of ‘em are even shiny. She’s treated me well so far, this deck. I love her.”

Geralt scans down the list of players on his tourney pamphlet. Next to Jaskier’s name it says only Five color aggro???

Geralt huffs out through his nose. That is nonsensical, and—most importantly—not something he ever playtested against. But no matter what is in that deck, Geralt’s got this in the bag. There’s no way this Jaskier guy has the land base needed to support five colors. Especially if he chose his cards, apparently, based on the art.

Jaskier begins slowly pile shuffling his deck of utterly unsleeved cards. Not even inner sleeves, much less double sleeves. Geralt’s blood pressure ticks up.

“So, uh,” he begins, “you’re new to this, huh? What got you into Magic?”

“Ah, my friend Essi plays here and there, she mentioned this and it seemed like it’d be a lark. New experience and such. And hey”—Jaskier looks up and grins—“maybe I’ll win!”

Geralt thinks about the hours and weeks and years he’s spent studying cards and losing games and analyzing pro matches. “Good luck,” he says.

“Thank you, you’re sweet.”

Jaskier continues placing each card meticulously on its own stack. Geralt shuffles his own deck again and again as he waits.

“Do you want me to, uh.”

Jaskier looks up and says, “Oh, would you? That would be so helpful. I’ve never quite got the hang of the—,” he makes a riffle shuffle gesture, “—whole shuffling thing.”

He loses the coin toss, which, he realizes a few turns later, is not an auspicious beginning. But even with Jaskier on the play and him on the draw, certainly it won’t make that much of a difference. Not when Jaskier has to squint at his hand like he’s reading all the card texts for the first time ever. At one point he even goes “Oh, that’s an interesting one,” as if surprised. It cannot make that much of a difference to go second.

And it doesn’t. Because he can’t draw shit to save his life.

While Geralt draws white mana after white mana, Jaskier throws down creature after creature, ignoring effects and the stack entirely in favor of big numbers and building a “board aesthetic.” Whatever the fuck that means. He drops a land on every turn and his mana costs curve out perfectly, despite the stretch over five fucking colors. It’s nothing short of miraculous.

Finally, Geralt is staring down a board of attackers against the lone creature he’d managed to play, and Jaskier says “Ooh, I’ve got enough of the land thingies to play this fella!” and drops—of all fucking things—a Craterhoof Behemoth. Like Geralt isn’t already nearly dead on board.

Geralt eyes the board wipe in his hand that—for fuck’s sake—requires blue.

A single blue mana needed, and a stack of Plains in front of him a mile high.

“It resolves,” he grumbles.

“Woooooo,” says Jaskier. “I mean, that’s good, right?”

“Yes,” says Geralt. “For you.”

He’s got one more draw step to try to dig for an Island. One fucking Island, a fetch land, a mana-producing artifact, anything. He’s spent way too much money on his mana fixing for this to happen.

On his draw, he takes into hand a worthless green creature.

“Fuck!” He scrubs a hand over his face, drops his hand onto the table. “That’s the game. Good one.”

Jaskier looks confused. “What do you mean? You mean I win? But I didn’t get to, you know.” He mimes pushing his attackers across the table like an advancing army. “Kill you.”

“I’m dead on board and have nothing.”

“But I wanted to attack with my big fella!”

Geralt sighs and faintly hears Yen laughing her ass off down the table. And they play out Jaskier’s turn. In which Geralt immediately dies.

As Jaskier celebrates and gathers his cards, Geralt levels him with a tired stare. “Look, be straight with me. Is this a fucking hustle?”

Jaskier laughs brightly. “What, didn’t think I could play, eh?”

“You can’t,” Geralt says. “Obviously. Unless it’s a hustle.”

“No hustling here!” Jaskier then wiggles his eyebrows lasciviously. “Unless you’d like to hustle me later. If you catch my drift.”

Geralt does. “That is not a real come on.”

“Sure it is, since you know I’m coming on to you.”

“Let’s just play out the match,” Geralt says with finality.

He’s down one, but he just needs two wins. Two wins against a deck that will, eventually, be inconsistent and impractical. He shuffles his own deck—tested and massaged until its consistency holds up to real life statistics—four times, just to make sure.

Then Jaskier holds out his deck and Geralt begrudgingly shuffles that, too.

“You have nice hands,” Jaskier comments, following his fingers on the cards. “Big. Strong. Capable.”

“Shut up,” Geralt mumbles, and pretends to ignore it when Jaskier says, Yes, sir.

He loses the match on game two, and it’s his own damn fault, this time, because Jaskier drops an infinite combo and doesn’t even realize it until Geralt opens his dumb fucking mouth.

“There it is,” he groans, resigned, as Jaskier lays down the last combo piece. “Lucky draw.”

“Eh?”

“You comboed out?”

“Eh?” Jaskier says again, fingers still on the card like he’s thinking of taking it back, face utterly perplexed.

“You—holy fucking Christ.” Geralt throws his hands in the air. “You don’t even know you have that combo, do you.”

“I—do not, per se, know that, no.”

“That effect will untap your artifact, which lets you—oh, who cares. Fine. You win. Congrats.”

Jaskier’s expression brightens. “I win? Really? But I didn’t even attack!”

“You win. Really.”

Geralt wants a beer.

“Oh!” Jaskier is now beaming. He glances at his watch, a gold-trimmed gaudy thing. “Well, that was quick. We’ve got some time before the next round, if you wanna—uh—”

“Yeah,” sighs Geralt. Heat curls in his belly alongside the mingled anger (shame? embarrassment?) and disappointment. “Whatever.”

Might as well.

Geralt shoves Jaskier back against the bathroom door as he locks it, and Jaskier promptly wraps his legs around Geralt’s waist. Without a moment of hesitation Geralt leans in, biting at Jaskier’s lips, feeling arms circle his neck and hands weave themselves into his hair. Their bodies align perfectly and when Geralt thrusts forward, Jaskier gasps into his mouth.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah, like that.”

A growl leaves Geralt in response, frustration with this stupid, clueless man bubbling up within him. Jaskier tastes like red Gatorade and smells like that body butter Yen keeps on her bathroom counter.

It’s less off-putting than it should be.

He keeps going like that, not because he was told to but because it’s infuriatingly good, Jaskier’s body warm and firm and pliant against his as he rolls his hips.

“Oh, God,” Jaskier groans on a thrust that results in a particularly good drag, which separates their mouths enough for Geralt to redirect his attention. With one hand he drags down the idiotic bandana tied around Jaskier’s neck and starts to suck harsh marks into salty skin. Jaskier keeps up a noisy litany of gasps and muffled, bitten-off encouragements. “Oh, that’s—good, fuck—your mouth—like it rough, don’t you…”

Geralt doesn’t particularly like it rough, actually, when he hasn’t been fucking hustled at his own game, but Jaskier still doesn’t seem to have caught on to the part where Geralt is sort of fucking furious about this whole situation.

Instead of explaining himself, he just bites down on Jaskier’s pulse point and curls his hand around Jaskier’s waist where his shirt is rucked up, nails digging in.

“Yeah—” Jaskier says, and tugs at Geralt’s hair, and then there’s banging on the door.

“We can hear you, assholes. There’s a line out here and we gotta piss,” an angry voice calls from the other side.

“Use the ladies’!” Jaskier yells hoarsely. “There’s never anyone in there. This one’s occupied.” Geralt moves against him again. “Oh, that’s—more.”

“No,” says the angry voice. “No more.” Another round of banging. “We’re calling property management. They’ve got a key.”

“Shit,” Geralt says, dropping Jaskier, who makes an indignant noise. He unlocks and opens the door.

There is, in fact, a small crowd around the men’s room, headed by a red-faced man half a foot shorter than Geralt.

“Can’t you mind your own business?” Geralt says.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants?” the man sneers back.

“Technically,” Jaskier pipes up, straightening his bandana and swiping at his hair, “nothing ever came out of any pants.”

“Jaskier,” says Geralt, “don’t help.”

An official-looking group of people rounds the corner, accompanied by Yen, who spots Geralt and nearly falls to the floor in a mirthful fit. He rolls his eyes.

The officials don’t like that at all.

A few months later, Jaskier kneels on the other side of Geralt’s coffee table, considering his hand. He licks his lip and taps a few lands to place an enchantment, which Geralt promptly counters.

“You and your fucking—control decks,” Jaskier sighs. “Let me play one some time.”

“Make your own,” says Geralt. “You can use my collection.”

“Ah, maybe I will, and then you won’t be able to play anything at all, ever, and how would you like that?”

“Do you have anything to get rid of my flyers?”

“Unfortunately, no, Geralt, I do not, or I would have played it by now.”

“Then you should probably concede.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He picks up his cards, sleeved properly, and slides them over to Geralt’s side. “Shuffle please.”

Geralt shuffles them.

“Shame we can’t go to the tournament today,” says Jaskier wistfully. “Banned. What rot. We didn’t even get off that day. Rudely interrupted.”

“Yeah, well, someone had no business being there, anyway.”

“I still think I could have gone all the way. Beat you, didn’t I?”

“Haven’t since.”

“Only because you learned my tricks.”

“Jaskier, you don’t have tricks.”

“Exactly.” He smiles, and Geralt can’t help but smile back. When he places Jaskier’s deck back on the table, Jaskier’s hand rests on top of his. “I am, though, Geralt, absolutely thrilled that we met. Whatever the circumstance. Or consequence. If it needs saying.”

It doesn’t, but Geralt meets his eyes and says, “Yeah, me too.”

#LAKSDGLKDFJD #yes this is how i spent my day #my fic #geraskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #i might post this on ao3 later idk #just for the hell of it #dear brain can i please work on the zombie au now #WHY is this 2200 words

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Initial reaction 15.14: Last Holiday

Well, friends, here we go. Are you ready?

(I'm not. But here we go anyway.)

THEN: Cuthbert Sinclair. (Really? That's a deep cut.) Abbadon. Larry Ganem. (And S8 Sam, who is fucking gorgeous.) Oh, and God and Jack and all that stuff, in case you forgot.

NOW: Sam's in the library, doing research, and is distracted by some ominous noises. Ominous in a machinery-breaking-down kind of way, not in a monstery kind of way. Enter Dean, wearing an apron. "What's with the apron," asks Sam, "because it's only protecting your jeans, not the Red Shirt of Bad Decisions." At least that's how it sounded in my head. I mean, who only gets dirty from the waist down when they're cooking? (Well, that lends itself to all kinds of double entendres, doesn't it?) Or maybe Sam doesn't say that because he hopes the RSoBD will be destroyed in a tragic burger accident.

Seriously, Dean, that shirt is precious and you need to protect it, no matter what Sam thinks.

Dean complains that the pilot light keeps going out, and the hot water is unsatisfactory (and we know how he feels about his showers), and Sam reminds him that if the bunker was ever state-of-the-art, it was in the 50s. They exposition for us that Jack is hiding in his room. "Can you blame him?" Sam says. "His soul is back. Everything is hitting him. Everything he's done..." And Sam continues, but I'm sorry, I'm stuck here, thinking about re-souled Sam with everything hitting him. {sob} However, neither of the Winchesters seem to be thinking about this, so. Carry on.

The guys remind us that if Jack kills God, he'll have to kill Amara as well. Which I assume means Amara isn't going to get killed? Just saying. As much as I talk about foreshadowing (too much, please stop!) this show teases us with anti-foreshadowing with equal fervor. And Cas is apparently looking for Amara? What does he hope to accomplish? "Excuse me, but we're killing your brother, so you have to die too. Condolences. But if we follow canon - not that there's any reason to assume we will - you have to die at about the same time. So I need you to come with me while we figure out where he is and how to kill him."

There's another ominous noise, and Dean says "Oh, come on. Now the air?" I hope he means the air conditioning, and not the air purifying/exchange/whatever that Ketch shut off when he locked them in the bunker back in... whatever the BMoL season was. Hey, remember when the guys were locked in the bunker and they were running out of air and they wore single layers and goggles and got all sweaty and depressed? Because I've kind of never gotten over it. But I digress.

Sam is surprised that Dean expects them to fix it. "We've fought the devil," Dean says. "I've killed Hitler. I think we can handle a few old pipes." Surely this isn't the first time they've had to do some repairs around the place.

Deep within the bowels of the bunker, Sam reads some ancient instructions and complains that they can't just call a plumber. Dean refers to the bunker as the most "secretive, secure supernatural hideout in the world," which makes me laugh, because remember when Larry Ganem told Sam it was secure against all manner of evil? What a joke. Is there anything or anyone evil who hasn't been able to get into the bunker? My house is more secure against evil than the bunker, and all I have for protection is a circle of termite bait and a couple of ancient dogs.

They locate the "bunker grid control center thing thingy" (oh Sam, I adore you), complete with reset and standby buttons. Standby is glowing. Dean hypothesizes that it will work just like his computer, which needs to be shut down when it gets too many popups (I suspect you need some virus protection, dear boy), and slams down the reset button before Sam can stop him. Everything goes dark, but then starts up again, so Dean considers it a success. He calls himself "Meat Man" again and heads upstairs to finish cooking his burgers.

Time jump. Dean goes into his room, carrying a burger and a beer, and is astonished to find a middle-aged woman there. She's wearing a plaid wool skirt I owned in the 80s and is folding his underwear. "Oh, hello dear!" she says cheerfully. Dean yells for Sam.

Gosh, Dean, it's like this place isn't secretive or secure at all.

The horrified Shaggy and Scooby boxers are ~chef's kiss.~ Well done, someone.

Title card!

Library. The woman tuts at dust and wonders how they've lived in "this filth," which reminds me of an awesome Tumblr post which theorizes that faeries actually keep the bunker clean, and only first-born son Dean can see them. "Lady, who the hell are you," Dean demands, and is chastized for his language. He calls for Sam again, and gives him the story of how he walked into his room and found her "folding my underthings."

She explains that her actual name is indecipherable in "your tongue," but "Mr. Ganem called me _Mrs. Butters."_She's a wood nymph. And she's not in the woods, nymphing (thank you Dean) because she has more important things to do - she lives in the bunker and takes care of the Men of Letters. I.e., "my boys. My family."

Dean invites her to leave, but this is her home, and she's been here since "before the war." And she thinks it's 1958. "Well, I hate to tell you," Dean says, "but it's 2020." YES, DEAN, WE ALL FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT 2020. Mrs. Butters is horrified to learn all her boys are dead. And for some reason Dean tells her they were murdered by a demon instead of saying old age, or they went to a farm upstate, or whatever. She spots a photo of the last group of MoL, which we've never noticed before, and realizes that this is why they never came back from that last ceremony. When they didn't return, she decided to put the bunker - and herself - in standby mode.

But she also realizes that if these boys are like those boys, it's been a while since they had a home-cooked meal or celebrated a holiday. Or washed their clothes, as she makes a face. That's uncalled for, lady. We all know that Sam Winchester smells like rosemary and mint no matter how long it's been since he did laundry. Sam explains that they're not really "holiday people," which rings true coming from the guy who didn't want to celebrate Christmas and hates Halloween. (And only had one real Thanksgiving in his life and his brother still holds that against him but NO I'M NOT BITTER.)

Dean is more interested in what "standby mode" is. Mrs. Butters says the MoL used her magic to give the bunker "extra oomph," and snaps her fingers. Voila, extra oomph! There's some humming noises, the telescope alcove lights up (!), and an alarm sounds. Because the map table is actually a monster radar, and it indicates a nest of vampires 50 miles away. And gives the address. WELL.

{Sidebar: Why didn't the BMoL know the AMoL had this capability? Why was their focus on "you're not as good as us" instead of "you used to be as good as us; what happened?" Discuss.}

Do I care? No. Because look at these precious perplexed faces.

Dean's ready to go (and it earns him another stern warning about his language), but Sam wonders if they can trust her. "Look at her," Dean says. And I agree. She's a dumpy middle aged woman in a brown plaid wool skirt. She's basically me. And who could be more trustworthy, more concerned with the Winchesters' health and safety, than me?

Um. Anyway.

Not to change the subject or anything, but the pretty is strong tonight, y'all.

Dean suggests they give her the benefit of the doubt, and if it turns out she's not what she says she is, "then we deal with it." The music turns ominous. "What about Jack?" Sam asks.

Oh, Jack is actually in this episode? I thought maybe they were explaining his absence earlier, like they always do with Cas. (Because I always cover the guest star credits on first watch. Spoilers.) But it turns out Jack is actually with us tonight. Sitting on his bed, looking depressed. Dean knocks on his door and tells him they're going out, and there's a "probably harmless" guest making snickerdoodles. This sparks Jack's interest. It would work on me, too. I love snickerdoodles.

Impala. Sam's not sure it's a good idea to keep Mrs. Butters around, even if she is legit. He's concerned about Jack, but Dean brushes him off.

He'll be fine. I mean, I've been through worse and look at me. I'm the picture of health.

Ignoring your trauma doesn't make you healthy.

Sure it does.

Oh, Sam. Just listen to yourself. No, I mean, please. Listen to yourself.

Sam feels like Jack is hiding something, and I wish there were someone around who had also done awful things while un-souled, and remembered what it felt like to deal with that afterward. Someone sympathetic and empathetic. With soft puppy dog eyes and beautiful hair. Oh well. I guess Jack will just have to go unburden himself onto whoever he comes across.

Bunker. Mrs. Butters brings Jack a sandwich. He doesn't open the door, but she leaves it for him.

Vampire nest. A couple of vampires are watching Dark Shadows (so meta!) and drinking blood stolen from a blood bank. So, are these, like, maybe not bad vampires? Maybe they don't kill people? We'll never know, because Sam and Dean walk in and cut off their heads. And come home to... Christmas. Lights are strung all over, jazzy Christmas music is playing, there's a huge decorated tree and gifts, and Mrs. Butters has a tray of homemade cookies. "We are so keeping her," Dean says. Sam looks unsure.

Kitchen. Mrs. Butters tells Sam that since he and Dean have been so busy killing monsters, they haven't had a chance to celebrate anything. But I can barely pay attention to a single word that comes out of the woman's mouth because LOOK AT SAM IN THIS T-SHIRT. LOOK AT IT.

Single-layer Sam is something to celebrate.

She insists that Sam "enjoy the world you're fighting for" (which is never gonna happen, lady) and excitedly talks about all the holidays she wants to make up for. Then Jack enters, and her mood changes instantly. Even Jack's adorable little dorky wave doesn't melt her. "What are you?" she asks coldly.

Enter Dean, wearing a real-life version of the purple "sleeping robe" and nightcap he wore in "Scoobynatural." OH MY GAWD. I really hope this was a surprise for the rest of the cast.

And I also hope he's not really going commando underneath... or do I?

Mrs. Butters is distracted enough to decide that if the boys vouch for Jack, he must be okay. She hands Jack a smoothie but tells Dean he must have tomato juice due to his cholesterol. And she pronounces it the Patrick Stewart way, not the Mark Hammil way.

Before Dean can drink his to-mah-toh juice, the monster radar alarm goes off, and the guys rush off to prepare for a hunt. For future reference, when you leave the kitchen, Sam's room is to the right and Dean's is to the left. We next see the guys fully dressed, receiving sack lunches from Mrs. Butters. Dean's sandwich has the crusts cut off. {Sidebar: Sam never had someone to cut the crusts off his sandwich. Hold me. And also, how many reminders am I going to have of "Dark Side of the Moon" tonight?} She tells Sam the monster is a lamia, the blessed knives are in the trunk, and she just waxed the car so Dean needs to take it easy.

As the guys rush off, she turns to Jack and his smoothie mustache. "Well. What shall we do with you?"

NOTHING GOOD, I'M SURE.

As Jack helps wash dishes, he fills her in. Lucifer was his father, Mary was his family and his friend but he killed her. Mrs. Butters is very supportive, telling him "life gives us second chances and it's our obligation to hold onto them." And she presents him with another smoothie.

Montage! Thanksgiving dinner. More hunts. More sack lunches. Halloween (and even Sam seems to enjoy it). Fourth of July. (Yet another "Dark Side of the Moon" shoutout). A hunt requiring the grenade launcher and Thor's hammer from that episode whose title I can't remember! Sam's birthday! By the way, none of these holiday celebrations include Cas.

Mmmm. So worthy.

Time jump. Jack catches Mrs. Butters looking at something in a file cabinet and being very sneaky about it. He requests another smoothie to get her out of the room, and then finds what she was looking at. It's her MoL file, including a reel of film. The film shows Cuthbert Sinclar talking about File 5150 (aw, RIP Eddie Van Halen). The subject was actually recovered from the Thule (aw, "Everybody Hates Hitler") and we learn that wood nymphs "react violently when home or family are threatened." Sinclair says he "conducted a series of experiments designed to show this strange and magical being of our mission" and convinced her to join the MoL family. Huh. Wonder how he did that. Then Mrs. Butters demonstrates her devotion by literally ripping the head off a Thule. "Son of a bitch," says Jack, because he's been spending a lot of time with Dean.

Jack runs into the war room looking for Sam (and yes, I'm petty enough to love that he looks to Sam first), who is off getting ready for a "big date." Huh. Okay. Mrs. Butters offers him soup, but then Sam walks in, giving off some pretty strong Hot Professor Sam vibes (hello again, "Everybody Hates Hitler") with a sweater vest and tie, and I am thrilled with this development.

Thrilled, I tell you.

Mrs. Butters tells him he looks wonderful but offers to trim his hair (back off, lady, I will cut you) and Dean enters in time to make a weak Abercrombie and Bitch joke. Sam tells him Eileen's in town, and he's taking her out to dinner and "some privacy, something."

"Heavy on the something," Dean says, and we're going to talk about that later, I promise. But for now, Mrs. Butters tells Sam to take one of the old cars from the garage. Finally. Can we just make this permanent? Can Sam have his own fucking car, please? She produces a bouquet of roses from nowhere and sends him on his adorably anxious way. Then she tells Dean she found a broken TV in one of the rooms and fixed it. "The Dean Cave?" Dean is off like a shot. I wonder if that's the TV he smashed with a hammer, and if so, how did she fix it? (Also, hello again, "Scoobynatural.")

Jack is still unsettled. He follows her into the dungeon and tells her he saw the film. {Sidebar: The film showed her killing one of their enemies because she's protective of the MoL. Is it really that awful? Discuss.} "And how did that make you feel?" she asks. "You relished his pain, didn't you, Jack?" Oh, turns out that was a setup - she wanted Jack to see the video, so she could confirm that he was a bloodthirsty little monster. And do the Winchesters know how powerful he has become?

They should be scared of you!

I would never hurt them.

You have before, haven't you? Have you ever thought that Sam and Dean keep you in here, closed in, secure, because they're scared you'll do to someone else what you did to their mother?

Well, I mean. Now he has. She flings Jack into the wall. He tries to use the glowy eyes on her, but he finds himself powerless. She snaps the magic handcuffs on him. "You didn't think those smoothies were for your health, did you? Oh, I've learned a few things while I was doing the dusting around here. A little yarrow root, some ground jawbone for texture, and voila! You are as weak as a puppy."

Wait. That's all it took? To power down a nephilim, who is canonically more powerful than his archangel parent? So when the Winchesters were trying to take down Lucifer and AU Michael, all they needed was some yarrow root and ground jawbone? And the answers were all right here in the bunker?

(Sigh. Don't think about it. That way lies madness.)

(Also, canon! Ha ha ha ha.)

She tells Jack she's making the bunker safe again and getting rid of all the monsters. Like you, sweetness. Aw. Sad Jack.

Kitchen. Dean comes in looking for a snack and is immediately presented with some kind of grilled sandwich. She tells him to eat it, because he'll need his strength when they go kill Jack. Aw, that's the sound of a heart breaking.

Dean is disappointed that their good thing has gone "full Nurse Ratchet," and glances longingly at the sandwich he has to leave behind. He takes Mrs. B's knife and suggests they let Jack go and pretend this never happened. The only logical conclusion is that Dean is under Jack's spell, so he gets tossed into the dungeon too. Oh, cool. Does that mean Sam gets to be the hero and save them?

Spoiler alert: Ha ha ha ha no.

Hello, Demon Dean. That's the only other time we've seen this expression, isn't it? {Or is it simply the only one branded onto my brain? Discuss.)

Map table room. Sam comes in and is met by Mrs. B. "Bit past your curfew, Samuel," she says curtly. He's no longer wearing his tie. Hmm. So, let's talk about the Eileen situation. Isn't it weird that (1) Dean didn't know she was in town, and (b) she's not spending the night at the bunker? Wouldn't you think she'd be a house guest? I mean, she's not "in town" for the heck of it. The only thing that would bring her to Lebanon would be Sam. So why isn't she here seeing Sam? Is she just driving through on her way somewhere else? She can't even spend one night in the bunker? And the tie? If Sam removed his tie, doesn't that strongly suggest Dean was right about the "something" going on? Did they do it in the back of the old car? At a hotel? I have questions, friends.

Anyway. Sam asks where Jack and Dean are, since it's late and they should be sitting around the map table waiting for him to come home and not, like, in bed or anything. "Well, I have some good news, and some bad news."

HERE IS SOME GOOD NEWS INDEED.

Honestly, I like this look better without the tie.

Time jump.

So, Jack has taken over Dean's mind. And they're both downstairs, right now, ready to be killed by us.

You were always the smart one, yes.

Sam, who is the smart one, says he's going to go to his room and get his gun, and he'll meet her in the dungeon. "And we can... get to the killing." I LOVE HIM. {Sidebar: I have watched his fake relieved sigh several times and it makes me smile every time.} Once he’s safe in his room, Sam calls Dean and starts to tell him about Mrs. Butters.

Went psycho, we know.

Why didn't you call me?

Well, I mean I, you know, I figured you were "practicing your sign language."

And that's more important than coming to save you?

...

Dean?

It's been a while for you, man, you know?

Aw. Always the supportive big brother. {Sidebar: As long as Sam is doing something Dean thinks Sam should be doing. But I digress.}

{Sidebar: I love Dean, y'all know I do. Warts and all. He'd be boring if he were perfect.}

Dean suggests Sam shoot her, although they don't know if a gun will kill her because neither of them got around to researching it because they were distracted by Christmas and Thanksgiving and breakfast on Boxing Day. That's how you get killed, guys. {Sidebar: How much do I love that Sam calls it Boxing Day? For my Brit friends, that's not really a thing in the U.S., although it's gradually starting to become one. And I love it.}

Dean then suggests that putting the bunker in standby mode might put Mrs. B in suspended animation again. Meanwhile, Jack and Dean are stuck in the dungeon. Jack suggests using his power to remove the cuffs, but Dean points out that the power surge would catch Chuck's attention. But what power surge? Jack already tried to use his power against Mrs. B and it turned out he didn't have any.

Jack suspects there are other reasons Dean doesn't want him to use his power, and suddenly decides it's time for a deep conversation.

Do you still think I'm a monster? Okay, I'm just gonna say this, okay? Just get it out there. Jack, I'm trying, okay? I really am. But what you did, that's not easy to forget. Now, I was angry with you. For a while. And maybe I still am a little bit, okay? But I'm not gonna let some evil Mary Poppins take you out. You understand?

Okay. Good talk.

Sam shows up in the library looking for Mrs. B, and trying to hide his gun, as if he hadn't told her he was going to his room specifically to retrieve said gun. But Mrs. B realizes he's trying to kill her, and freezes him. She's not mad, she's just disappointed. She tosses him into a chair and keeps him there with the power of her mind, not with rope or anything, in case you were wondering. {Oh, hello, "Funeralia" and "The Trap."} She tells him that when the MoL first found her, she didn't realize how important they were. But Mr. Cuthbert explained it to her. And since Sam is her favorite, she's not going to give up on him. Yet. She's going help Sam the same way Mr. Cuthbert helped her understand. Well, that doesn't sound ominous at all.

He's my favorite too! And I also think he needs to be hurt! See, she's basically me!

Dungeon. Dean is going to try to chop Jack's handcuffs off.

You're sure this is gonna work?

Let's say yes.

Aw. That was a perfect opportunity to bring back "maybe 90% sure." And it doesn't work - Jack is sent flying into a glassed-in cabinet that I've never seen in the dungeon before. Dean says "dang it" before remembering that he can use his big boy words, which is adorable. And then he gets an idea.

Upstairs. Mrs. B tries to convince Sam that Jack is a monster because he's Lucifer's son. Sam, of course, takes the opposite side of this debate. "Now, Mr. Cuthbert taught me that pain can be a wonderful teacher. Let's see if it can't correct your ways."

I SWEAR, Y'ALL, SHE IS ME.

Sam could sneer at her and say "I've been tortured by the devil himself; what can you do to me?" but we don't have that version of Sam any more. Mrs. B, without tools, yanks off one of his fingernails. {Oh, hello "A Very Supernatural Christmas!"}

Meanwhile, downstairs, Dean has a different theory on pain. It's just "weakness leaving the body," he tells Jack. We get a little "on three" bit, where he actually does the thing on one. And the thing is that he tries to cut Jack's handcuffs again, but this time Jack is strategically placed in front of the dungeon door. So when he's thrown back by the blast, he ends up breaking the door down.

Upstairs. Sam's been relieved of even more fingernails.

Downstairs. Dean takes a hammer (!) and smashes the reset button. Why doesn't he just push it with his hand? I mean, sure, we get the hammer, and the red lights and warning klaxon, and all of that turns me into Pavlov's dog {Hello, "Soul Survivor"}. But still. Seems unnecessary.

Upstairs. Mrs. B seems to be gone, and Dean bends over like he's untying Sam's wrist. But Sam's wrists aren't tied to anything, so. I got nothin'.

Downstairs. The runes that seem to hold Mrs. B in stasis light up, but do not stay lit. Well, that can't be good. And then the bunker grid control center thing thingy starts shaking and springs a leak. Ooops. Here she comes, complete with glowy green eyes.

Upstairs. Dean finishes untying Sam from the chair he wasn't tied to, and remarks on how gross his tortured hand is. Mrs. B shows up, yells that they've all been very bad, and flings them across the room. She's sure Sam will thank her someday for killing Jack, because it's so important to kill monsters and keep the MoL safe. It's why she couldn't go back to her forest. Sam explains to her that Mr. Cuthbert tortured her and used her, and Dean tells her Jack is going to save the world. Oh, okay then. The regular lights turn back on and Mrs. B tearfully says she misses the MoL so much.

Aftermath. Mrs. B heals Sam's hand and apologizes and all is immediately forgotten and once again, Sam gets to forgive his torturer and turn the other cheek. Yay! Sam, what was it you said earlier?

Gif stolen from @michaeldean

The guys send Mrs. B back to the woods, but first they have this conversation:

Sadly, without my magic, the bunker will revert to standby mode, so. Ah well, things were getting too easy anyway, you know? Who needs a monster radar? Or whatever that telescope thing is? It's an interdimensional geoscope. It's a what? I looked in it earlier; I didn't see anything. Oh. Well that's not good.

Holy crap, you guys. Interdimensional. It let the MoL look at the alternate worlds. And now you can't see anything because all of the alternate worlds have been destroyed. Gotta admit, this is an excellent little twist.

Jack presents Mrs. B with the photo of the MoL. "Oh look," she says. "The man who tortured me and kept me from my home, right here, front and center." Well, no, she doesn't. But I do.

Mrs. Butters gives them some last instruction. "Dean, eat your vegetables. And Sam, cut your hair. And Jack, go save the world." Well, I'm in favor of one or two of those things.

Try to tell me I'm wrong. Just try.

After-aftermath. Jack tells Sam that he doesn't know if he can kill God, since he was sidelined by a wood nymph "because I was stupid." He asks if Sam thinks he can do it.

"Jack, you're the only who can." No pressure.

Dean shows up with a truly awful-looking birthday cake for Jack. "I made it myself. Obviously." But Jack is thrilled because it's from Dean, and it means Dean loves him and has forgiven him, until the plot requires otherwise. He makes a wish and blows out his single candle. Fade to black.

So! There were parts of this that were simply marvelous. There were parts that were kind of dumb. There were parts that would have made me very angry if I weren't so tired and jaded. But the good parts were darn good, and the pretty was dialed up to 11, and we all know I'm a sucker for a pretty episode. And there was NO B PLOT. AT ALL. Thank you baby Jesus.

And let’s just refuse to consider the possibility that these were, in fact, their last holidays. Thanks.

Now I get to see what you thought about it. And, as always, please help me stay unspoiled for future episodes, including episode titles and casting info. {smooches}

#spn #15.14 #initial reaction #recap #tv recaps #spoilers

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samantha-thewinchester · 3 years ago

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Poker Face. Works Every Time. || Before the Truth || Chapter 1

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"Fall seven times, stand up eight."

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|| 3rd Person Point of View ||

The camera zooms in on a seemingly asleep Lily King. She lays in a hospital-like bed, heart monitor and IV's hooked up to her. The camera eventually pauses on her face, where she gasps herself awake and her eyes open, purple lightning shining in her eyes. But, she doesn't stay awake... her eyes flutter shut again, but her heart monitor says she's flatlining.

But she isn't flatlining at all.

Her heart is just too fast for the heart monitor to read.

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|| Lily's Point of View ||

My eyes slowly flutter away and my eyes adjust to the bright light around me. I slowly try and sit up, hearing a loud beeping noise next to me. I look over and see that I'm hooked up to a heart monitor. Oh... that makes sense... I reach down and remove the heart monitor thingy and slide out of bed. A song is playing in the room. "Poker Face" I think. I can probably find a nurse to tell me what the hell happened, right?

But as I walk out of the room I was in, it becomes very clear I am not in a hospital at all. Especially, the sign that tells me I'm at Star Labs. The place that tried to change the world with it's particular accelator... But it failed. I remember that. I found that out right before I was... I was...

I was struck by lightning.

Holy shit, I was struck by lightning. I was struck by lightning and I lived. But I do have one question.

Why the hell am I at Star Labs?

I walk over and turn off the song, my head aching for probably many reasons. My arm was in pain, so I look down and see that I was attached to an IV. Meaning, I just ripped my IV out walking around. Shit.

You know what, whatever, I'm too lazy and confused to deal with that right now. Let's just figure out why I'm here first.

"Hello?" I call out into the halls, starting to walk further away from the room I was in. I was past a room with a bunch of computers, a cell with the name Grodd on it, and a few entrances to the particle accelerator.

"Hello?" I call out again, hearing a mechanical noise from down the hall. I quickly turn around and see Harrison Wells coming towards me... in a wheel chair...

"Lily... it's good to see that your awake." The Harrison Wells says to me. I take a deep breath, processing everything.

"D-Dr. Harrison Wells... w-what am I—" he lets out a chuckle.

"What are you doing at Star Labs? Well, I understand you might not realize why exactly you're here. That's why as soon as we found out you were awake, I came and found you. You were struck by lightning. And you were in a coma for about 10 months." I take a deep breath and begin to proccess. I've lost 10 months of my life. I've been in a coma.

Star Labs decided to take care of me?

"Now, I know you have questions." He says, moving forward towards me. "And me and my team will be happy to answer them. Just come with me, so Caitlyn can check your vitals, blood pressure-- well, you're in medical training. You must know the rest." He gives me a sickly sweet smile, before using the control on his chair to turn around and stars to ride away. I stand there, speechless for a minute.

"You coming?" He yells once he got to the end of the hallway, and I snapped out of my trance thing and quickly followed him. We walked into what looked like the manage control/main place of the building, computers and science equipment everywhere and anywhere. Dr. Wells leads me into a room, where a pretty lady with brunette hair smiled at me.

"Nice to finally meet you, Lily. I'm Dr. Caitlin Snow."

"Best doctor in the business." Dr. Wells tells me, smiling at the both of us. "I'll leave you two to it. Make sure Lily's all good to go. I'll notify her mother." Dr. Well's then rides out of the room, leaving me and Dr. Snow alone.

"If you could please sit down." Dr. Snow says, grabbing a chair for me. I smile at her, sitting down and looking around. This looks more like a lab then a doctor's office...

Dr. Snow does all the basic tests. Checking my blood pressure, my heart beat, etc. She did a few test I had never heard about before, but I just brushed them off as being normal for coma patients.

"So... what exactly happened here after the accelator failed?" I ask Dr. Snow as shes checking my eyes with the Ophthalmoscope.

"Well, a few people died... People that were in the accelator, or around..." She paused for a minute, pausing everything, before shaking it off and continuing. "Anyway, Star Labs isn't what it used to be. Just three of us now. Well, four if you count-"

"Caitlyn?!" Someone says, rushing into the room with another dude.

"Oh! Yay! She's up!" Dude #2 says, rushing over and looking me over. I stare at him confused as he runs back to check all the tests Caitlyn has done.

"Um... who's this?" Dude #1 asks us, giving me a small wave. I just smile back.

"This is Lily King. She was put into a coma, exactly like you were." Dr. Snow says, as they all share a look.

"Does that mean everything is the same with-"

"We don't know." Dr. Snow says quickly, walking over with Dude #2 to check all my tests.

"Um... Hi I guess... I'm Lily." I lift up my hand.

"Barry Allen." He replies, shaking my hand.

"Cisco Ramon!" Dude #2, now known as Cisco says, coming back over and shaking my hand that was just free of Barry's. "And let me just say what an honor it is to see you awake. You know, after you were in a coma and all--" I just laugh awkwardly.

"Lily, we need to go to another room to test for a gene if that's okay with you." Dr. Snow asks me, and I just nod.

"What gene are you looking for?" I ask her, slowly standing up.

"A meta-human gene!" Cisco says from one of the computers.

"Either I'm behind in Med school, which is possible as I was in a coma, or-"

"Or it is a new gene found the night of the partical accelator explosion..." Dr. Snow says, giving me a smile.

"And what does this gene do?"

"It gives people super powers." Cisco says bluntly, making my choke on air.

"H-He's kidding-" Barry says quickly.

"No... he's not... There is a gene which allows people to do things, giving them "super powers"." Dr. Snow explains, doing air quotes around "super powers".

"Wow... you go into a coma for 10 months and everything changes..." I say, laughing a little. No one laughs. This is my worst nightmare. I'll go home now.

We just sit there, just staring at each other/sometimes Dr. Snow and Cisco checking my test as they finish. Then, a few minutes of awkwardness, we hear footsteps and machine coming our way. I stand up just as they come into view, Dr. Wells coming in with...

"Clarke!"I say, running up and hugging her. She quickly wraps her arms around me and kisses my head, mumbling into my ear about how she was so worred for me and such.

"Thank you so much... for helping my daughter." Clarke says, going and hugging Dr. Snow, Barry, and Cisco, and then back to Dr. Wells. Well, she doesn't hug Dr. Wells, she shakes her hand.

"Of course, Ms. King. It was our pleasure." Dr. Wells smiles at Clarke.

"It doesn't matter. You saved my daughter when the doctors didn't know what was happening to her. I will forever be greatful because of that." Clarke assures him.

"Taking care of her was truly a pleasure, Ms. King. Lily is..." He looks over at me, a look I can't decipher in his eyes. "...important. She was born to do great things." Dr. Wells finishes, smiling at me.

"Damn right she was..." Clarke says, coming back over side hugging me.

"Oh, um... when can I go home?" I ask, looking to Dr. Snow for answers on this.

"Um... well... I guess you can go home now, and just come back later for your test results..." Dr. Snow tells me, giving me a small smile. I smile back, and then we say our goodbyes and me and Clarke go home.

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"I ordered in your favorite, because I didn't exactly have enough time to make it myself, but that's okay because you always liked Big Belly Burgers better anway! So, drum roll please..." Clarke says, taking my burger out of the bag. I just laugh and finish putting out our two plates.

"I would never turn this down..." I agree with her, laughing as she places our burgers on our plates.

"I'll be right back with the water, okay baby..." Clarke says, as I smile and nod at her, her walking into the other 'room' to the kitchen, as I sit down at my chair. A few minutes later she comes back with two waters, but she trips and the waters go flying.

Or, they should have gone flying.

Instead, everything seemed to stop. Or, you know, move in slow-mo. The water slowly floats out of the glasses, Clarke seems to be frozen... I slowly bring my hand up to my face. I'm not... I'm not frozen.

Crash.

I look back at Clarke who is standing there, taking deep breaths, with the glasses broken on the ground.

"Damn... Sorry, Sweetie." Clarke says, grabbing paper towels and quickly starting to wipe it up. I just stand there for a few minutes, staring, before I snap out of it and start to quickly help her, cutting myself on the glass.

"Are you okay?" Clarke says, quickly checking my hand.

"Yeah... yeah... I'm fine." I grab another paper towel for my own hand, wrapping it tightly over the cut, before I start to help her again. We clean up the floor and I go and run the cut under water, trying to clean it out so it doesn't get infected.

I look up to pump some soap into my hand, and when I look back down, the cut is gone.

"What the frack..." I whisper as I hold my hand up to my face. Am I hallucinating because of the coma? Is that a possibility? I mean, I am supposed to be in med school—

"So, you ready for bed?" Clarke says, walking back in and snapping me out of my thoughts. I laugh a little, throwing the papel tower I used on my cut away.

"I think I've slept enough for a lifetime..."

"Well... then how does a movie sound? You can pick."

"No, you need to get some sleep."

"I'm sorry, I thought I was supposed to be the parent..." Clarke says, causing me to make a face at her.

"We look out for each other, remember?" I say, passing her the thing of edible cookie dough. She quickly digs into it, stuffing her face with both of our favorite food.

"Yeah, but I'm still the parent... Anyway, I'll take the couch tonight, you get the bed."

"What no-"

"Not buts. You just got out of a coma, you get to sleep in the bed. Okay sweetheart?" Clarke says, putting her foot down. I roll my eyes and sit down on the couch next to her.

"Yes ma'am." I joke, Clarke immedately giving me the mom look.

"That makes me feel old and you damn know it."

I just smile at her, try to look as innocent as possible.

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I wake up in Clarke's bed, stretching quickly before getting out of bed and getting ready for the day, feeling super energetic today. So energetic, that before Clarke even wakes up, I go for a jog around Clarke's neighborho-- Around 5 blocks.

How the hell was I able to jog 5 miles? I couldn't walk to the kitchen before my coma... I come back in to a very confused Clarke.

"Where did you go?"

"I- I went for a walk..."

"You walk? Since when?"

"I don't know, just felt like I should."

"Man, you must really be sick after the coma... we should take you back to Star Labs to get you checked. You might be the Streak" Clarke jokes, standing up and putting a hand on my forehead. I laugh, shaking her hand off. "But, seriously kid, you should go back to Star Labs and get checked up."

"Before that, who's the Streak? Because it sounds like someone who runs around naked-"

"No, no. He's the city's new superhero." Clarke says laughing. "Not the point, Lily, you need to go to Star Labs-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll go after I stop at Jitter's."

"Lily-"

"Love you, Clarke!" I say, rushing out of the door. I love Clarke, but we don't need her to be worried about me. I put in my head phones and walk towards Jitters, humming as I go.

I run in, get my coffee and just as I start on my path to Star Labs, I run into, the one, the only-

"Lily! Hey..." Barry says, standing in front of me awkwardly.

"Hi. Nice to see you again..."

"Yeah, yeah! You two!" He says quickly, before quickly rushing by me. "Sorry! I have to be somewhere! Like yesterday!" He says, quickly running by me. Okay... um... Star Labs. Yeah. Let's go there.

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I walk into the... what was it called? Did they even tell me it's name yesterday? You know what, it doesn't matter. All I know is that I see Dr. Snow and Dr. Wells sitting by computers with someone talking over a radio thing.

"I'm not sure how that helps me guys!" I hear Barry saying, his voice bombing throughout Star Labs.

"You can't fight him, Barry. Just keep him coming at you, that should zap his strength." Dr. Snow tells Barry through an intercom thing.

"Gas is the least stable form of matter. This meta-human will not be able to stay in his mist form for long. His particles will need to reform." Dr. Wells says, not giving me anymore information as to what is happening. Do I let myself be known or...?

Yeah, nope, I want to listen in more.

"Barry. Barry."

"We win." Barry tells Dr. Wells.

"We win what?" I say, gaining everyone in the room's attention.

"Lily--" Dr. Snow says, quickly standing up and looking at me with wide eyes.

"That is my name. Um... would someone mind explain what the hell just happened? And why the hell Barry was fighting someone that could turn into gas?"

"Well, Ms. King, Barry Allen is the fastest man alive."

"Dr. Wells-" Dr. Snow tries to stop him, but he just brushes her off as his wheelchair comes closer to me.

"And we believe you may be the fastest woman alive."

#Lily King #Before the Truth #The Flash #The Flash Fanficition #Arrowverse #Barry Allen #Cisco Ramon #Caitlyn Snow #Harrison Wells #Chapter 1

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zozophoenixxx · 4 years ago

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Friendly reminders about The Flash⚡️

Things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Season 4✨

Even though this was honestly one of my least favorite seasons it was pretty interesting to watch and it had some pretty cool, badass and hilarious scenes lmao

Ok but the intro on the first episode was kinda cool

Cisco, wally and Joe working together... we stan 🙌🏼

Also the new star labs tables and tech make it look pretty cool

Samuroid, Kilg%re, Hazard, Amunet Black, T•h•e W•e•e•p•e•r, Black Bison, The Thinker, Bᵣₐᵢₙₛₜₒᵣₘ, ��卂ㄥㄥㄖㄩㄒ, Prank and Trickster Jr., Dwarfstar, m̾e̾l̾t̾i̾n̾g̾ ̾p̾o̾i̾n̾t̾, Null, The folded man

Ramsey Deacon aka Kilg%re

Rebecca Sharpe (Becky) aka Hazard

Ralph Dibny aka the elongated man

T•h•e W•e•e•p•e•r

Mina Chaytan aka Black Bison

Dominic Lance aka Bᵣₐᵢₙₛₜₒᵣₘ

Neil Borman aka 千卂ㄥㄥㄖㄩㄒ

Sylbert Rundine aka Dwarfstar

Izzy Bowen

Matthew Kim aka m̾e̾l̾t̾i̾n̾g̾ ̾p̾o̾i̾n̾t̾

Janet Petty aka Null

Edwin Gauss aka the folded man

Wally can speak Japanese😂

Joe being able to forgive Caitlin after what she did is amazing I love them 🥺

West-Allen kiss count (approximately): 46 😘

Cisco being upset because he was at the "doghouse" in ep2 is hilarious

"Rule number 1, when a girl say it's fine, it's not fine" i- I'd be happy with Cisco as my boyfriend

Gypsy's gorgeous bro 🤩

Ok i'm sorry but that "we are the flash" bothers me

Not Cisco, Barry, and Caitlin playing laser tag... AGAINST KIDS😂💀 And Cisco really went "you have failed this city" I love them (ep3)

Jesse just broke up with Wally... With a…

Breakup cube i-

HARRY IS SO AWKWARD

Joe being lost or done with everything going on around him is hilarious, and he also looked so sad when Cecile asked him to sell the house

Iris and Barry really would've gotten married out of the blue if it hadn't been for Kevin (the lil boy in ep3) LMAOOO

This boy really used cinnamon incense on purpose when the father was allergic to it and just went :) ┐(´ー｀)┌

"no need to shame the little boy" I-

We love Barry defending little kids 🥺

I liked Cisco's shirt in this episode

Haikus are easy

But sometimes they don't make sense

Refrigerator

Not Wally leaving 🥺😩

BAHHAHHSXHAHSGHASGAH Joe's reaction when Cecile told him she was pregnant

OMG just realized that in the beginning of ep4 when Cisco and Gypsy are making out on Cisco's bed that… BRO I-

After Cisco asked Gypsy what her real name was she went to the bathroom and he stayed in bed but went to look for something in the little night table… that something was probably a condom… Y'ALL WHAT BAHBSAHBSHAS

Ralph Dibny used to be a dirty cop, I had Completely forgotten about this man

I just noticed that every time that Barry goes into a new room he looks around and i guess he tries to grasp as much information of it as possible and it's kinda cute

I like how Breacher always has a serious face but when Gypsy talks to him he smiles 🥺

CISKY KABDjahdHAHDSH

Also Breacher being Danny Trejo (Machete) from Spy Kids

"Good people don't destroy lives and call it noble"

Gypsy's real name is Cynthia and Breacher's Josh

Girl Night's out was an awesome episode, I mean we got to see the girls working together, Felicity, Drunk Barry and Cecile going #feminism it's just great

Amunet was kinda funny lmao Annoying but funny lol

BAHSHAHHA that scene when they get mugged by the guy that try to mugged Barry in s1 is hilariousss (ep6)

Ok but Black Bison (Mina) was right like why are things that belong to people that are still here in a museum?

Uff istg I hate Marlize sm like she's so manipulative and she just slapped Barry like bro u know ur guilty he's just doing his job ugh, I know she becomes good at the end but still 😤🙄

Harry and Caitlin 🥺

I love how Cisco's powers improved throughout the seasons. Like at the beginning he needed his goggles to vibe and now he just did it without them.

Bro even tho Amunet is evil she really just encouraged Caitlin and let her know that she is amazing for her, not only for killer frost.

I like Iris and Caitlin's friendship

The fact that she decided to go after Caitlin, instead of Barry shows how good of a leader she is

"those white girl dreads came straight from the 90s" BAHSHAHHA I love Cisco

Bro no wth I only saw Dominic for one episode and I already loved him 🥺

UGHHHH He didn't do anything this is not fair it makes me so upset like it was so infuriating to see him go through trial for something he didn't do🥺

Ig that's what he felt like when his dad-

I-

Noooooo

Caitlin holding Iris's hand during trial 🥺

Ralph really protected Joe and prevented him from basically destroying his life by planting fake evidence on Marlize's shoes

Ok but I love 千卂ㄥㄥㄖㄩㄒ's episode because I think it's like the first time that we get to see Killer Frost fighting alongside them 🥺

They really helped Caitlin turn into Killer Frost with... puppies 🥺😂❤️

Bro the amount of people that are in jail for crimes they didn't commit makes me so upset

And the fact that he got the same cell as his dad 🤌🏼😩

"I'm the fastest mop alive" I love how even when he's in prison he's still finds a way to smile or make Iris smile i-

Zoey Clark was James Jesse's girlfriend and Axel Walker's mother.

Ralph's first superhero name was stretchy man

Lexi La Roche was Caitlin's childhood bully

Omg just saw Nora for the first time in s4 ehhh actually probably not the first time since I think she appeared in the crossover but I skipped that episode so oh well 😂

She's so awkward- her Barry is showing lmaoooo

OMG I love this, Cecile just found out she can read minds lmaooo

JOE'S FACE BAHSHHHAHAHA

SHE'S A TELEPATH

BULBASAUR BAHAHAHAHAHA

Big Sir's real name is Dave and i-🥺

BARRY'S A CHEATER ABSHAHAHH he cheated on poker lmaooo

Cecile would definitely be me if I had powers

Harry's actually pretty insecure

Mini Ralph and Mini Cisco are hilarious

I will forever love Big Sir like 🥺

The fact that he did get his happy ending 🥺☺️❤️

Bro I felt so bad when the bus metas were almost free and Devoe took them 🥺

I'm ngl I'd love to get a pep talk from killer frost

OMG THATS WHY HE NEEDED T•h•e W•e•e•p•e•r i never really understood why he needed him but it was to keep Marlize in love

BAHSHAHHA I love Cisco "Ralph I love you but you sleep on a futon" (a damp futon)

AND IRIS "you nasty" JAHSHAHA

Ok but I love Izzy Bowen's energy, she reminds me of Laurel sm

I love how Harry calls Cecile- DA Cecile Horton

The Flash s4:E14 "Subject 9" minute 12:14 - Cisco yelling "Iris" with the voice Crack is the most hilarious thing I've seen today lmaoo

Just realized that the first time we saw Izzy Bowen she was singing Somethin' Bad which was probably foreshadowing what was going to happen with her character

Bro izzy🥺

"AH SON OF A BREACH" BAHSHAHHA

Iris being a speedster is kinda cool and I like that her lightning is purple :)💜⚡️

Cisco just saved Iris 🥺

Poor Cisco, Harry just destroyed his little airplane thingie he was working on because he was looking for his thinking cap that Joe had because Harry was getting addicted to it

And Joe noticed because Harry had the same symptoms as Francine did 🥺

Bro that scene in ep18 where Marlize and Iris are fighting is pretty badass, especially when Iris basically stabs herself to get rid of Marlize or when Joe makes it into the Cortex with the Samuroid's head in a pole lmaooo😂

Ralph and Killer Frost 🥺

I love Snart from Earth-X

Bro no I love Cisco and Gypsy I cried when they broke up 🥺

Amunet's real name is Leslie Jocoy

Diggle throwing up after running with Barry every single time is hilarious😂

I love it when Cecile inhabits other people's minds right when she's about to give birth BAHSHAHHA SHE REALLY IMPERSONATED JOE PERFECTLY

Joe and Cecile baby's name is Jenna Marie West🥺☺️

This house is bitchin' BAHAHAHA I hated this cliffhanger like I loved it bc it wasn't that bad but it was yk?😂

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bourbon-ontherocks · 4 years ago

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1 4 20!!

Ooooh I love these, no question about faves, thank you!! 💕💕💕

1. What’s something that you like about your writing?

Probably that it makes me cackle to myself a lot tbh

4. What is something about writing that you’re proud to have improved at?

NO LONGER APOLOGIZING FOR NOT BEING A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This one is kind of meta though, in terms of strict writing, I'd say my ability to write a tighter POV, with a specific voice, and character's bias, instead of a general, POV-ish but sort of omniscient narrator (and I have to say that I owe a lot of that awareness to you and your writing ❤️)

20. Story idea you have right now that excites you?

Okay, I already mentioned it a couple of days ago, but this is what I'm on right now, so let's dig a little. I'm too lazy to look for the posts, but it all started a few months ago, I think it was on a discussion about High School/College AUs, and I was saying that I wasn't interested in those for Brio because I love their BAGGAGE too much, and @missmaxime replied that she wasn't particularly excited either with the idea of aging them down, but why not aging them up, and I was like "oh hey, nursing home AU!"

It was meant as a semi-joke and I never added this to any list of fic ideas but last weekend I found myself thinking about it and then all of a sudden, blam! Ideas! Situations! Plot! And now I'm deep within this... My original idea was supposed to lean a lot on the comedy side, with multiple shenanigans, but ngl it's starting to take an angsty turn as well (but there will still be shenanigans!). It's AU-ish, more like a 30 years post-canon reunion, and it'll have some strong Grace & Frankie vibes I think. Also it's is just super fun to imagine what happened to everyone, especially the kids (spoiler: I don't like Kenny.)

I already have two and a half chapters fully written and I'm outlining the rest, but I don't want to start posting anything while I don't have at least a full outline, because we all know what happens when I don't do that (hello, It's All Coming Back To Me... I'm really getting back at you, I promise)

Want a little snippet?

No. That would be absurd. She avidly details the tanned skin, the broad shoulders, a vision from the past, really, when he eventually turns his head glancing around the lounge area.

His eyes are brown, a color she's pretty sure is a shade lighter than—

Well, the opposite would have been monstrously unfair given this man's youth. Would have needed some Benjamin Button-like sorcery, honestly. And his skin is devoid of, well, ink. But there's — something.

He notices the way she's detailing his features, frowns a little at her total lack of embarrassment. She past that point in life years ago, to be honest.

"Do I know you?" she eventually croaks.

Positive writing thingy

#sothischickshe #writing ask #fanfic #writing #my fic #nursing home au #I mean it's gonna be angst with a happy-ish ending #and Idk if it'll be a fic for everybody #but it's very funny to play with #also I've stolen so many writing tips from you that I should be ashamed tbh #but as it turns out I'm not #I'm very grateful though #ty!!

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johannesviii · 5 years ago

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So I guess I have thoughts on The Timeless Children

If you’re expecting some well-organised meta this isn’t a good post for that, you should probably leave now

I probably forgot half the things I wanted to say because I waited 2 days to write this

Ok so first I have to say I’m disappointed that the horrible bullshit from the WW2 sequence of Spyfall part 2 wasn’t addressed at all. It means it was not part of some big plan and that Thirteen doing some horrible shit wasn’t foreshadowing, but just insensitive writing. Fine. Ok. I don’t like it at all but it, unfortunately, happens. Every single New Who showrunner so far has made a big mistake at some point or another so that doesn’t mean Chibnall is worse than Moffat or RTD, who also had their own qualities and flaws and some occasional horrible writing. It sucks, and it’s gonna taint Thirteen’s character for me. But I’ll live.

HOWEVER

THIS FINALE

Oh my god ok so uh first, Cybermen? again? But like? It was still interesting?? The designs were varied, and the Lone Cyberman had this whole Hellraiser-lite aesthetic going on, and that abandoned warship was straight out of Sword of Orion and I really enjoyed all of that. It’s a shame the Lone Cyberman was defeated so quickly, because he was a much more interesting “final boss” than the one from the previous season in my opinion.

The regenerating Cybermen were 100% ridiculous but it was the good kind of ridiculous and I loved it

I have to say something about the fam now but I don’t have a lot of thoughts about them specifically. I liked it when Ryan threw that explosive thingie and actually managed to hit the cybermen and was super hyped about that, though

OK SO

Look. I loved Missy. I adored her semi-redemption arc, and her self-doubt, and her ultimate decision to be good, just to be killed by her past self as a result, even though the Doctor wasn’t there to witness it. That was brilliant.

But.

This new Master. I already thought he was pretty great, but the way he’s been recontextualised in this finale? I?? Holy s h i t

I’ve said it already but the actor is doing a fantastic job

I wasn’t even planning to put pictures in this post but this shot is so incredibly good

So in my Spyfall post I pointed out that he was very aggressive and very performative in his evil actions, to the point where he looked like he wasn’t enjoying himself. He was, like, doing it to prove a point.

Turns out it was because the best way to make a new evil version of the Master after Missy’s semi-redemption arc was to base this new Master on INTENSE, DEVASTATING, SUICIDAL SELF-LOATHING

AND IT WORKS SO WELL??

AND I LOVE IT??

IT’S ALSO VERY UNCOMFORTABLE BUT LIKE? IN A GOOD, INTERESTING WAY??

The part where he gives Thirteen the key to stop him. And he doesn’t dare her to press that button. He’s begging her to press that button. He knows she will do it because she did it once before and he’s like go on. Kill me now. God

If you’ve ever been suicidal or even just self-destructive yourself, even if you’re, like, a nice person and not... well.... an intergalactic criminal like the Master is, seeing him being like “go on. Press that button. End me. Do it. NOW” is... extremely relatable not gonna lie

Thinking “oh mood” about the Master during one of his scenes is... not something I was expecting but here we are

Also I absolutely adore how all of his world-destroying rage against the Time Lords was basically fueled by “they hurt my best friend and only I have the right to hurt my best friend” that’s so in-character

SPEAKING OF WHICH

You already know I’m very in favor of fluidity in the DW canon. One of my absolute favorite DW stories I’ve read so far was Unnatural History, which basically said “the Doctor is an idea that exists across the entire multiverse and every origin story is true and every version is true and nothing is canon because everything is canon”

But I wasn’t very fond of one specific version of the Doctor’s origin story which is super popular in the Extended Universe crowd of fans, and that’s the Cartmel Masterplan. I won’t bore you with my full thoughts on it but I’m not fond of the idea of the Doctor being some sort of rebirthed god now on the other hand the idea that all Time Lords are eldritch beings and that the Doctor or the Master is Nyarlathotep-

But this isn’t what this finale is doing

So far the Doctor’s origin story in the tv series was basically saying “look. This character that grew up in a privileged and pretentious part of their planet’s society just had enough of that one day (for a reason or another or even several reasons) and decided to leave, and by traveling and making friends, they realised being kind was important, and they decided to help people instead of watching bad stuff from afar without doing anything.” And now this finale basically added: “That society of pretentious assholes? Yeah they actually adopted that character as a kid and exploited them like a convenient source of power, and at the root of their power there’s literal child abuse, and they had to erase that child’s memories so that the kid could be assimilated in the society built on their own pain“.

It didn’t change that many things about the Doctor as a character ; it DEFINITELY changed stuff about the Time Lords, but they have always been this kind of background menace, with evil founders and shady shit, so I think it’s very appropriate.

So yeah. If you ask me to pick one between “plot twist the Doctor is a god” and “plot twist the Doctor is a lost child with the ability to regenerate”, I pick the second one, definitely

The best part is, it doesn’t contradict anything really important. The Doctor didn’t remember any of this. At all. Their desire to run away, their eventual hatred of Time Lord society, their choice to be kind and to try to help where they can? This didn’t come from that completely forgotten past. They still grew up in a life of privilege after their memories were erased, and they still decided to run away. It’s still their choice.

It doesn’t even diminish later things, like Ten being afraid of dying, or River giving away her regenerations to Eleven. Because, again, the Doctor didn’t know any of that origin story. Just like Gallifrey being hidden in a pocket universe doesn’t erase or diminish Nine being completely destroyed by what he thought he had done. It’s still as good as before.

It does put that scene from Time of the Doctor in a different light, though! This wasn’t a new regenerative cycle being given to Eleven in the end, just unlocking a dormant potential.

I saw someone saying this episode was bad because it was saying nature was more important than nurture? But... the episode literally states the opposite very explicitly, with Ruth saying ”have you ever been limited by who you were before?”.

I also saw someone on twitter saying that the diversity in the past incarnations we briefly saw “felt forced” and. like. It’s 2020. Can we not do this again please

I have such a thing for identity crisis tropes and stories and adding a bunch of lives in the Doctor’s past is certainly that and it’s like opening a giant sandbox. Imagine all the things that are actually possible now. The stories you can tell in that nebulous past! And I’m so glad the Morbius Doctors were briefly seen too!

Hell, there’s even an open door right there if you didn’t like this origin story, built in the scenario, and I’m certain it’s on purpose: the Matrix projection didn’t tell us the child was the Doctor. The Master told us the child was the Doctor. You’re free to believe him or not. It’s not set in stone. And that’s even better in my opinion.

So yeah it was all very very Unnatural History and the only thing I disliked was how it was a bit too much “telling” instead of “showing”, but that’s a minor complaint.

If you disliked this story, you aren’t a “fake fan”

If you liked this story, you aren’t a “fake fan” either

If you like some parts of the show you’re a fan, and you’re free to dislike some other parts ; god knows I don’t like some other things in Doctor Who

The only fake fans are the people bullying other fans about what they should like or dislike

I can’t wait to see what the fandom is going to make with this new sandbox and I’m so glad to be enthusiastic about the tv series again

Have a nice day

#doctor who #long post #spoilers #the timeless children #thirteenth doctor #The Master #suicide ideation tw

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cirgaydian-rhythm · 5 years ago

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Promare is GAY AF

and you can’t change my mind.

Gonna ramble some spoilery thoughts under the cut!

I have seen this movie three times now, and while I remember a lot of it, I might fuck up in some places, so forgive me. But my point is, I paid attention to different elements on each rewatch, and I’ve given a lot of thought to everything in it over the past week.

But basically? Trigger knows damn well what they did, and they did it with all the intent in the world, because they made deliberate decisions that could have very easily gone different ways:

The Promare being rendered as pink triangles. Why pink? Why triangles? Burnish flares get rendered in a variety of neons and angular shapes, but the very first visual of the Promare itself, and every representation of the base Promare “life force” is pink triangles.

For those of you young’uns who’re missing out on your queer history: the Nazi concentration camps used a variety of different colored triangle swatches as badges to denote why the prisoners were in the camps, and pink triangles were used for homosexuals. The queer community, of course, took this and turned it into a badge of pride, because that’s what we do. It’s ubiquitous enough (or at least, it was in the 90′s and 00′s) that pink triangles were used to mark queer safe spaces.

Here’s the wiki article for more info, but basically, there’s very little chance that the writers didn’t know what they were using, especially given all the other themes in the movie.

Galo’s entrance. It’s easy to miss on the first watch because there’s just so much going on, but the FDPP trucks are only flashing red and blue lights. But when Galo’s pod-thingy is deployed, it’s accompanied by a whole rainbow of lights. So...here’s this inexplicably shirtless guy with an undercut and some weird strap across his chest, loudly and proudly emerging from this rainbow-rave-light thing...

Yes, I know the strap is from the sleeve for the burns on his arm, but it didn’t have to be like that. The animators didn’t need to add that strap across his chest, but they did. And black leather chest straps are just Gay Culture, okay?

You can argue with me that his hair is a mohawk, but I’m pretty sure it’s an undercut since the short parts aren’t shaved bald. And undercuts are Gay Culture.

The scene with Vulcan at the pizza place. This is a small detail, but given that it’s Studio Trigger, it’s kind of significant? When Aina joins Galo in trying to get Vulcan to stop, she is on top of him, literally with her boobs on either side of his head. And Galo? Galo isn’t blushing or drooling or anything - he’s annoyed that he’s getting smashed between her and Vulcan! I’d maybe ignore this from any other studio, but I’ve seen Kill la Kill, I know they’re not shy about making characters drool over other characters doing inadvertently sexy things, nothing would’ve been taken away if the brief shot of Galo’s face was of a stupid drooly grin instead of a very annoyed grumpface. But they went with grumpface.

The frozen lake scene with Aina and Galo, and I’m not just talking about him dropping her on her ass. There are several small cues in this scene that paint them as similar, but ultimately out of sync.

One of the wide shots shows Aina pushing off to skate closer to Galo, only for Galo to push off a second later to skate further away from her - not deliberately, even, he just simply doesn’t know what she’s doing.

As they turn, talking about their shit, they’re both alternating between light and shadow...opposite from one another. Yes, they’re going through similar things and relating to similar experiences, but at different times, in different ways.

Galo is completely oblivious to the position he catches Aina in. She’s completely flustered, and he’s just like “oh, you fell, lucky I caught you before you conked your head on the ice,” and then all awareness of her and her proximity to him is completely gone when he spots the Burnish Flare.

Also, thinking about it, I’m not even sure Aina is all that into it? Like, yeah, she’s completely flustered and embarrassed, but at the thought of Galo kissing her, she...makes a face like she’s holding her breath like a child would when they have to endure something they dislike. There’s no imagine spot, no attempt at kissing him first, no nothing. It’s clear that she she has some affection for him as a friend and coworker, but that seems to be it. Whether she’s not sure of her own feelings, or she thinks Galo is in to her, is up to interpretation, I guess, but there’s no reason for her to have made that face if it didn’t mean that she felt like kissing Galo would be something she’d have to endure, rather than something she would enjoy.

The Promare life-force transfer. Look, it’s magic, and Trigger could have had it function literally any other way, but they deliberately chose to go with the CPR/“kiss of life” method.

Not to mention, that when Lio tries to revive Thyma, the focus is on the life force. The shot changes angles multiple times, and Lio does, at points, pull away and try again - closer to the actual mouth-to-mouth CPR method. It’s deliberately set up as being akin to something Galo is trained to do.

And yet, when he’s faced with the necessity of the same method, he not only does not follow Proper Mouth-to-Mouth CPR Procedures, he doesn’t even follow the method Lio used on Thyma!

You can argue that, in-universe, Galo maybe didn’t really remember what was supposed to happen and just panicked and was trying to transfer the Promare in any way possible, but that doesn’t work on a meta level.

There is no heterosexual explanation for holding that shot for 15 whole seconds with that lighting and that background music. It did not need to happen like that unless Trigger was trying to make a point that it means something. It was shot and framed differently from Lio and Thyma because it is different from Lio and Thyma.

Galo’s freak out. This gets its own point because the fake-out is built on a super popular “no homo” joke, where a guy freaks out about “kissing” another guy in the midst of performing CPR. They absolutely, deliberately make it seem like that’s where it’s going with Galo, but then veer into “you made me light a fire!”

And I mean, yeah, it’s funny that a firefighter is flipping out over having lit a fire, but on its own, it’s a bit over-the-top, even for Trigger - and that’s the point. It has to be considered in the context of the trope its mocking, because Galo considers “lighting a fire” to be of more concern than “kissing a boy.”

Plus, in-universe? He’s a first-responder, a trained EMT - he’s probably performed (actual) CPR on guys before. Big whup. As silly as it is to have him flip out over lighting a fire, it’d be even more implausible for him to have flipped out over locking lips with a guy for medical purposes.

Yeah, I said for medical purposes, because in-universe, that’s what it was. But only in-universe. Because nothing about how that scene was planned and framed and shot was “for medical purposes,” and anybody with half a braincell can see that.

And the HEART. You know, just to drive the point home that this is love. They didn’t have to do that! It didn’t have to be a heart! It could’ve been anything else! It realistically should have been anything else! But it’s a HEART. Trigger did that.

Anyway, I’ve probably missed some other things, but this is what I remember thinking. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#promare #promare is gay #you can't change my mind #trigger said gay rights #galolio #liogalo

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jackalopes-pen · 4 years ago

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The Many Sides of a Side

Summary: This post by @bewaretheidesofmarchyall where Roman’s dark sides exist at the same time and do crime together

Word Count:

TW: Description of migraine, self-hatred speech, threats to others well-being, violence described, slight swearing, middle finger ( at one point ), Remus Sanders, graphic description of gore

Authors Note: Yes I realize this is a lot of characters, and yes I realize with the description and TWs combined this sounds like a GTA fic, but I promise it’s not that bad. However, if you are triggered by anything listed above then maybe look for a happier fic.

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Roman couldn’t exactly explain it. He knew something was wrong, but what exactly was wrong was hard to say. He knew that normally, you don’t have random splitting headaches, and voices that don’t quite sound yours, but none of the other sides needed to know about it. Afterall, Roman is the unbeatable prince who would never cower in the corner over a minor headache. So, Roman stayed silent.

There was a factor Roman didn’t anticipate, a factor that showed up one morning at his door looking strangely concerned. While Roman knew him and Remus are linked he didn’t know pain or emotions could also travel that link. By the why Remus looked at Roman, he could tell that Remus had a good idea as to what was happening.

“Brother, I know you and I know something is wrong so you better spit it out.” Remus said in a determined voice.

“What ever do you mean? I’m practically perfect in every way!”

“Julie Andrews quotes won’t help you here. You better spit this out faster than a poisoned drink or I swear I’ll chloroform you into self-care!” At this statement, Remus pulled out a bottle and rag. Oh sweet Disney, he’s actually serious. Roman heaved a sigh and motioned his twin inside. Remus plopped on the floor, bottle and rag nearby and Roman fell into his desk chair.

“I’ve been having headaches, like really bad-- “ before Roman could finish that sentence another headache struck him. Roman opened his eyes for moment to see Remus scrunched up in pain as well. Both of the twins felt a splitting pain and though Remus was a bit of a masochist himself, this was just unbearable. Through shut tight eyes Remus, Remus saw a red glow and suddenly the pain went away from him but it looked like Roman was about to have less fun than anal in the back of a Denny’s.

Roman screamed as red and gold lights showed through cracks forming and cascading down his entire body. Blood started to spill, which obstructed the light and ruined the carpet. Ugh, Remus! Fucking focus for once in your meta-physical life. The light was getting brighter and brighter and- Remus couldn’t see shit.

Quickly, the light faded away and revealed 6 Roman-like things standing and one Roman-like thing slumped over in the desk chair. Remus looked at each of the bastards and concretely decided they all must die. Right here, right now. If those fuckers came out of Roman, their dead bodies can sure as hell be shoved right back in. Besides, Remus had been itching to hit a human again with his favorite toy.

Remus materialized his Moringstart and charged at the most smug and snobbish looking one. It was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a satisfying thump. The others looked terrified and one in particular stayed relatively close where they were and looked like it wanted to fuck him.

“Hey, Bastard. Incest isn’t sexy.” at this he gave the thing a middle finger. Remus didn’t care that these thingies were basically different from Roman, they came out of Roman so, they have to be related to Roman and in turn, related to Remus.

“Oh come on Remus! I thought you were always one for a hit.” It said in a seductive voice. The fact that the thing didn’t deny it was incest, made it all the worse.

“Might as well show you fucks to the others. They can shove your asses back into Roman.” Remus moved towards the door and beckon them to follow while dragging the one he knocked out. One of them was being a pussy and didn’t want to, so Remus knocked him out too and dragged them both to the common area.

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“Remus, what or who are these?” Logan questioned already pulling out a journal and ready write down a bunch of useless notes.

“I don’t fuckin’ know! I already told you everything I know.” Remus replied angrily. Remus gathered them in a half circle on one half of the room and left the other half for the thingies.

“Well, they seem to be a little... interesting?” Patton said trying to be nice. Ah, Patton. He would apologize to snake for it biting him.

“Well, why don’t, they,” Virgil gestured to the Roman-ish creatures “Just put themselves back into Roman? If they found a way out they could find a way in.”

“If you break open a window, that isn’t necessarily the best way get back in.” Janus said half lying.

“Well, how about they introduce themselves? So, who are you and what do you do?”

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Oh no! a cliffhanger is preventing you from knowing how the story ends! Perhaps instead of waiting for an answer, you make an answer. That’s right, you have finger and presumably a keyboard so what if you wrote the ending? I’m sure it’ll be a great ending. You know where the sides stand on this, you know Thomas probably doesn’t know, and you know the source material linked above ( hopefully ). So, dear reader, what’s your ending to this and how do our sides get there?

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thatlittledandere · 4 years ago

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for the fandom ask thingy: idk what fandoms you're in but i like pink so uhhhh a series that has a character with pink (or red) hair

Aight Boueibu it is

It would have come up eventually anyway lol AND they have four pink boiyes so yeah here's a recap!

Favorite character

Ibushi Arima! Forever and always

Least favorite character

Of the main onessss I guess Martha. Idk I just don't vibe

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon)

Ioryuu

Ibukin

Akoio

Mmmm enatsu??

Kinatsu maybe?? Or maybe Taichiro...

Character I find most attractive

I don't know when and how and why it came to this but probably Io jesus christ. I mean Akoya and Taiju are right there...

Character I would marry

I already married Ibushi five years ago so I'm good thank you :) Realistically I don't know. There are too many characters, there's too much to consider, I know these characters too well. I haven't had the time or energy to go through every possible scenario.

Character I would be best friends with

Same as above! I need time to think these things through and haven't taken that time. My go-to answer is Ryuu, providing he lets his guard down instead of playing Mr World Wide.

A random thought

I'm sad I never got all that attached to Happy Kiss. It was good, I liked it, but when asked about Boueibu I still default to LOVE like I forget HK exists.

An unpopular opinion

I saw Miss Bara Beach as nonbinary, possibly genderfluid or agender. To me, it looked like they didn't particularly care what they were called and went with "miss" because it was Yumoto's first guess. I know what the actual meta reason behind them was but shhh it's bigoted and we're not talking about that now.

I also don't hc Yumoto as ace but I can't be the only one with this lol

My canon otp

Not applicable

Non-canon otp

Still Ioryuu 😊 Best boueibu ship forever and always

Most badass character

I don't want to think, Taiju

Pairing I am not a fan of

Oh there are so many ships there must be many here but hmmm let's say I never really warmed up to any beppuships. And weirdly enough I keep growing further and further away

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another)

Considering how much screentime the twins got, I find it weird how little time the writers spent trying to make them sympathetic and likeable. Of course, their jerkiness is likeable to many by itself, but if we were supposed to feel bad for them... I don't think what we got was enough to turn the heads of those of us who didn't already like them at that point. I also feel like they integrated to the group even less than the SC did, and they were kinda just slapped in there too. Of course I am one person looking at this from my own biased pov but hey, this was about my opinions. And now that I've learned to appreciate the twins more, I think their potential wasn't used to its fullest.

Favorite friendship

Aaaah... En and Atsushi. Ngl I'm too obsessed with ioryuu as a romantic couple to be truly satisfied if they're completely platonic without even pining LMAO, while enatsu have a great friendship going on and I can appreciate it for what it is.

Fandom, ship or character asks

#asks #lakanakana #about me #you didn't ask but i delivered #lmao #no i will not shut up #boueibu hk #boueibu

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dani-luminae · 4 years ago

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Fun meta ask for writers thingy. You said you wanted to answer 18, so I'll ask for 18. Also 6 and 14, if you're open for other questions?

Sure, I’m always up for answering questions. This got long, so I’m putting it under a cut.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

So I have a little story about this. I’ve written mostly Descendants fanfiction, and mostly VK OCs, so typically my characters always start out a little wild, mischievous, tricky to work with - my OCs span from the daughter of Loki (Marvel) to a daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow and an adopted daughter of Queen Narissa, and even a daughter of Hades that crosses over with Sky High. Naturally, as VKs, they start out with some tricky personalities, but as the story progresses through their stories they reform a bit and find their character development and get where they’re intended to be, almost inevitably on the side of good.

Well, I’ve also got a VK OC that doesn’t turn “good.” Bianca is the daughter of evil version of King Beast and Queen Belle from a place called Dark Haven, and being the daughter of the “Rulers of All Evil,” Bianca has no intention of turning good. Nevertheless, she plays with elements of being good (the whole ‘anti-hero’ idea from Return to the Isle of the Lost is actually important to her) and she settles solidly in this grey area between good and evil, though still on the more evil side of the gradient.

But there’s a story where Bianca doesn’t get to play with and consider the elements of good and evil. In The Crown and the Sea, a crossover between Bianca and Sophia (an OC belonging to my amazing girlfriend @megamultifandomtrashposts) Bianca falls in love with Sophia, daughter of Ursula from the Isle, and while the girls make an amazing duo and I love them and their ship to death, unfortunately I’ve found that Bianca’s love for Sophia has sorta blocked this version of Bianca’s character development in exploring just where on the spectrum of good and evil she falls, and the end result is that I don’t find this version of Bianca all that engaging. (There’s still considerably some time to work my way around this, and I’m sure I’ll find something new for her, but this is just where I am right now.)

The TL;DR of all of this is that, when it comes to VK characters at least, my favorite character and character arc to write for them is when they grow past what they have been told is their limitations and their life, either into good or just a few shades of grey lighter than where they’re at now.

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

It varies from story to story! In some cases I have a title right off the bat. In some cases I don’t get a title until I’m in the middle of planning. In some cases a lack of title is literally all that’s holding me back from publishing my first chapter. I’ve had some stories where I’ve literally changed the title in the middle of the story and wondered if anyone has noticed. There are some where I just assigned titles that probably make no sense at all.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

Oh, several. Rambling below:

A few chapters into Blue Fire I wondered if I had made a mistake, and I seriously though about changing Haley to Hayden, a son of Hades. Obviously Haley stayed as she is now, but the alternate version with Hayden is still stuck in my mind sometimes. (I imagine that if I had changed it to Hayden, his boyfriend probably would have become Warren Peace.)

Exactly twelve chapters into Rewrite the Stars, I discovered tidbits of information about the already-in-progress-when-it-was-cancelled sequel to Treasure Planet. One of these tidbits was the existence of Kate, Jim’s proposed love interest, who (judging from her concept art) seemed to be a cat-like female like Amelia. Obviously I didn’t change Ayesha and she stayed in the story, but since then I’ve always had this alternate concept of Lia in my mind with cat-like eyes, pointed ears, and claws as a daughter of Kate. (This version of Lia notably had blonde hair, which I imagine would drive Mal up the wall!)

Marvel AU Lia is also stuck in my head. I love the idea of her.

I have two AU idea for Heroes and Villains: one, where Eluned went “screw it” and didn’t give four-year-old Royal back to Maleficent when Maleficent came looking, so instead of an Enchantress for a godmother, this version of Royal grew up as the Enchantress’s adopted daughter; and a second one, where Royal was somehow kept in Auradon and raised by her father as a Princess of Auradon, though this version of Royal (named Marie) grew up to be a bit spoiled and selfish, so she’s not trusted to take the throne. The plot here would be a bit of a reversal from her OG plot: instead of learning the truth about her father, she would be learning the truth about her mother instead.

In the AU noted above, Nik would have grown up on the Isle with his mother.

Unfortunately I have thought about a ‘Bad Ending’ of Good to be Bad where Ben died before they could save him and the kingdom had to deal with his death... that was a lot of hurt and confusion.

That’s all I can think of for now. Thank you for the ask!

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give-jack-a-lightsaber · 5 years ago

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Inner Kid (2) (Team Flash x Reader)

Finally! Here’s the part two! I hope I don’t disappoint you guys with the closure of the story, I tried my best 💜 it’s a bit shorter than the first part (btw it’s right here :Inner Kid (1) ) --------- Back in S.T.A.R. Labs, carrying a wide awake Y/N on Ralph's shoulders, the boys went straight to Cisco's lab to announce the new discovery on the little girl. "Guys, Y/N still have her powers" announced Barry to the scientists "and your suit works Cisco, she totally disappeared in front of us".

“Cool, a hiperactive kid with invisibility powers, what could go wrong?” said Cisco with a sarcastic smile.

“Good thing that we are actually close to the serum that will reverse her condition” Harry exclaimed while writting some results of the test on the board.

"Hey, you know what's weird? That the suit shrunk with her" commented Ralph. "Of course, the ONLY weird thing about this whole situation is the suit shrinking Ralph, not strange at all that your adult friend got transformed into a child!" yelled Cisco with a exasperated face. "I think it's a pretty extraordinary detail, Ramon" shrugged Harry earning a glare from the long haired scientist.

Meanwhile the grownups where bickering little Y/N and Mango left the room wandering through the hallways of the enormous S.T.A.R. Labs to find something more fun to do. That's how they ended up in the very colorful but very dangerous time vault. Just as she was going to enter to a badly timed open cell a pair of hand grabed her and hoisted her up onto some strong and broad shoulders.

“What are you doing here by yourself missy?” asked Oliver.

“Ollie! Me and Mango are bored!” she said with a pout, “and Barry and Cisco and Ralphy and the grumpy man were talking weird stuff, I don't understand it”.

“Okay but you can't walk away alone, it's a very dangerous building and you could get hurt” he explain while walking back to the Cortex where they found a distressed looking Cisco and Ralph.

“Oh thank god!” yell Ralph when he noticed the girl and her stuffed friend being lowered down by Oliver, runing towards them to pick her up in a bone crushing hug. “You scare the heck out of me princess” sighed out.

“Where was she?” asked a 10 times more relaxed Cisco.

“Entering one of your meta cell. You guys need to be more responsible, she could have gotten hurt Cisco. This place is a huge lab with experiments lying around in every room. Leaving her out of your sight for 3 seconds is out of commission” scolded Oliver.

“I know! But Barry had to run to stop a robbery and Caitlin left with Harry to buy some things for Y/N because the serum it'll be ready in a day or two and I just forgot about her!!” Cisco yell frustrated turning to watch her talk with Ralph who didn't want to let her go. “I turned her like this and I can't even take care of her, I'm the worst friend”.

“You're not a bad friend Cisco, this a very... peculiar situation, nobody is prepared to go through this and I'm sure you're doing everything on your power to help her” sighed Oliver putting a hand on Cisco's shoulder, “ we're all trying”.

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It was Ralph's turn to watch Y/N, who was actually sleeping on the medbay, but he was okay with it. The little kid bring to the room a bit of good energy that the team needed. It had pass a day and a half since the incident and the group was more at ease with the toddler but Ralph had managed to build a really good friendship with her, like the one they shared on the daily basis before the transformation.

“Hey, it's finished” whispered Caitlin entering the room with the vial of the serum and the rest of the team. “Can you wake her up? I have to put an IV to pass the serum and I don't want to scare her with the sting of the needle”.

“Yeah sure” said Ralph moving out of the bed to shake Y/N gently “hey princess, wake up”. It took a few moment for her orbs to open in their wide and curious natural form. “Hello sleepyhead, remember when we talk about the medicine that the team was working on? The one made for you to not be sick?” he asked and waited for the girl to nod her head. “Well it's finished now but Cait has to put a little needle, it's that okay?”.

Sensing the kid weariness about it Cisco added “it's like mosquito bite, a very annoying mosquito, like Harry” making her giggle and the older man roll his eyes.

“Okay Cait” she said extending her arm towards the woman “but can Mango stay with me?” asked with big puppy eyes, “and Ralphy too”.

“Of course Y/N, you're already so brave for doing this” answered Caitlin smiling to her while preparing the IV. “It'll take time until the all the serum is gone so you can take a nap if you want”.

“Ralphy can I hold your hand?” Y/N asked shyly.

“Of course sweethearth” he said with a smile. “Better idea, what if I lay down with you, and Mango, and we take a nap together? Would you like that?”.

She nodded her head and move to let him lay next to her. Hugging her stuffed tiger and shutting tightly her eyes she said “I'm ready Cait”.

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When Y/N started waking up things felt foggy. In her hand she could feel a soft like thingy and from her left side something was warm and inviting like sleeping in a big, soft bed on winter. Finally winning over the dizziness she opened her eyes to find herself on the medbay and squished next to Ralph who took over 2/3 of the bed.

“Ralph, wake up” she said a bit loud while sitting up and looking around. The clock said it was 6:30am. “Ralph dude, wake up” she repited louder this time and shaking him awake.

“Wha..? I'm awake, I'm awake” he replied sitting up with heavy eyelids. It took him a whole 2 minutes, with streching and a long yawn, to realize the situation. He made eye contact with a very confused Y/N. Very confused and ADULT, “OH MY GOD YOU'RE BACK TO NORMAL!!!” he yelled while wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Ralphy I can't breathe” was Y/N reply, muffled by Ralph's chest, forcing him to let her go. “What are you talking about? Back to normal? What happened?”.

“It's a bit of a long story, but we should call the others, they would want to know that the serum worked and that you are okay. Wait, are you okay?” he asked with a concerned face.

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They were all waiting for her to react to the story, currently on the medbay because Y/N's dizziness was still present. Trying to explain something that they really didn't understand yet was very confusing but still the weirdest part was telling their experiences with little Y/N.

Cisco was waiting for her to yell, cry, hell he was wating for her to kill him for making her live through that hell. Like, what kind of friend will do something like that?!

She finally raised her head to look at them from where she was staring at her lap for minutes.

“I got piggybacked by Oliver Queen?”.

#The Flash #the flash x reader #cw flash #team flash #Barry Allen #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #harrison wells #ralph dibny #flash x reader #flash imagine #the flash fanfiction #reader insert #y/n #oliver queen

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Prompt: the goddesses pretend to be each other for a day, complete with possibly bad costumes.

happy birthday in advance but also kind of a year late !

that’s actually something i thought about before, with more tooth rotting fluff not quite pretending to be each other completely but dressing up as each other after hearing about the human concept of ‘walking a mile in someone else’s shoes to know what they’re going through’ and getting distracted so have some divine dorks playing dress up :

It started, like most interesting things, on a lazy evening spent drinking Ona’s latest wine while they talked about strange interesting things humans did.

“But it would be very uncomfortable in someone else’s shoes” Ona said, confused “What if they don’t fit? then they can’t wear them at all”

“No no no, see it’s one of them meta… thingies the ones that don’t mean what they say” Should I be losing words already? Magryn wondered, she was only on her second cup of the sweet wine -or was it third?- she reached for the pitcher, I’ll find them again later, it was really good wine.

‘”Fours?” Ona guessed after a minute of silence.

“Them things ! Yes! See, they don’t really wear some other human’s shoes, well they do sometimes but it’s a sharing thing not a knowing thing you know?” Ona nodded, sure that it would make sense when Magryn got to the point and she’d get there, eventually. “Right so what it means is if you do something like someone does it then you know what it feels like for them and you can be nicer, like…like if someone has really bad shoes it’s a pain to walk a mile in them, yes? but the guy with really good shoes he doesn’t know that until he tries the other shoes”

“I see, it makes sense for them I suppose, but I don’t really like this whole shoe business, maybe we could try with something else?” The alcohol was starting to get to her too, but not nearly as badly as it did Magryn who was staring off into space after her explanation and blinked at her question.

“Try what”

“Walk a mile in each other’s I don’t know, powers? Oh no that wouldn’t work” Definitely getting tipsy, Ona thought, that made no sense at all.

“Heh we can’t play the part but we can look it, gimme flowers” Ona complied and watched, amused, as Magryn turned the small bouquet into a crooked crown and placed it on her head with a playful smile “I am nature!” She proclaimed before dissolving into infectious giggles.

“You’re quite pretty in a crown” Ona said once they calmed down. It was a terrible crown she thought as she reached over to fix a flower that was about to fall off, but it was still pretty.

“Psh you’re quite pretty, an I bet you’d be reaaally pretty in something that goes woosh”

“Woosh?” Plenty of things went woosh that didn’t really narrow it down.

“You know” Magryn stood up, swaying and started to twirl as an explanation, her dress fluttering behind her “Woosh, oops” Inevitably, she lost her footing and fell face first in the grass. Ona couldn’t have stopped her laughter if she’d tried. “ ‘M okay !”

“Enough wine I think Lady lightweight” It was an old joke but one that never failed to make Magryn pout.

“It’s not me it’s m’bones” Was the grumbled reply from the ground “But I’m right, very very pretty in a wooshy thing, and shiny things, so pretty”

“So I’ll be you and you’ll be me and we see who does it better?” It could be fun, Ona thought, and it had been so long since she saw her lovely bird in green.

“You bet, but tomorrow, I need to be not drunk” Giving up on getting upright again, Magryn curled up on the soft grass and promptly went to sleep.

Morning came and brought Ona out of her meditative sleep. She opened her eyes to see a grinning young woman sitting crosslegged in front of her.

“Good morning Nessa, little early for a visit isn’t it?” Noticing the large bag behind the girl she added “Even with presents.”

“Morning! I’m here to help of course, boss mentioned your little contest when she got home, she left you a note by the way.” Nessa pointed to a piece of paper pinned to a tree by a long white feather and waited until Ona finished reading it before continuing. “Figured I’d bring you some supplies and save you some time, don’t think she really has much of a headstart though she was still arguing with plants when I left…”

Ona carefully tucked the feather behind her ear and walked back to where Nessa was excitedly unpacking her bag pulling out fabrics, thread and needles, and an impressive amount of shiny trinkets she must have nicked from Magryn’s stash on her way out. They hadn’t set any rules to their little ‘contest’, no rewards either.The note Magryn had left only said she’d be back at sun down and Ona had every intentions to be ready by then. A little help won’t hurt, Ona thought, and it’ll be nice to spend the day with Nessa.

They spent the morning working on the dress on a wooden mannequin Ona had grown. Nessa, bless her heart, got distracted very easily but when she wasn’t trying to braid ribbons into the fur of whatever animal wandered too close, she proved herself very helpful in handling the different fabrics.

It took them a few tries to get it right, the soft silky cloth tickled Ona’s skin too much to be comfortable at first. In the end she grew a thin layer of bark to put under it, needle thin thorns curling out to secure the fabric across it. The makeshift bark corset moved with her as she breathed, solid and alive against her skin. Ona did an experimental spin, Magryn had a point, the little woosh was very satisfying. And yet…

“This doesn’t feel quite right” Ona said. Nessa looked up from her work sewing a tiny jacket for a squirrel to watch her spin once more. “It should be more… you know”

“If you mean more like lady Magryn does it I think the word you’re looking for is “dramatic”, supposed to twirl like you mean it and have fun, bit of practice and it’ll be perfect I bet. But first,” She held up a ball of silvery thread “think those thorns can get tiny enough for embroidery?”

“I’m sure we can figure something out” The dress went back on the mannequin and they went back to work, beautiful patterns quickly coming together under their combined efforts.

“This is the coolest thing ever” Nessa said as they put the finishing touches in place “I want to learn ! Can I learn?” Her excitement made Ona smile.

“I’ll help you practice when we’re done here, I still need you a little longer if you don’t mind” She said, gesturing at her hair “I’ve never been much good at taming my own I’m afraid.”

“Deal!”

Magryn stared at her reflection critically, something wasn’t right. Changes had to be made, of course, she couldn’t stand to have the vines and leaves making up the top of her dress at her back for a start, not even with a protective layer of fabric between her skin and the slightly scratchy plants. It had taken hours to convince the stupid things to let themselves be stitched in place on the halter top she settled on, they had more freedom where they cascaded down the skirt, only getting caught on the fabric when they wanted to but that didn’t seem to appease them much. Plants were temperamental, who would have thought.

The ivy, that was the trouble. It looked unnatural, wrapped as it was around her arms and legs rather than gracefully clinging to her skin as it would have done for Ona. Out of all the plants Magryn had to sweet talk into sitting pretty and lush, the ivy was the only one too stubborn to cooperate and it threw off the whole outfit.

“I think it looks fine” Thomas’ voice brought Magryn out of her thoughts, he stood behind her in front of the mirror, close enough to touch but knowing better than to do so before being allowed. She stared at him through the mirror. He gave her a sheepish smile, she raised an eyebrow and stared some more. “Ah…maybe the ivy isn’t working out?”

“That” She sighed, leaning back to rest against Thomas “is an understatement.” Taking the implicit permission, he curled up against her back to drop his head on her shoulder and started poking at the misbehaving plant on her arm.

“Everything else is perfect,it’s just this damn- ow” The affronted look on his face as he stared as his now bleeding finger sent Magryn into a fit of giggles.

“Well there’s your lesson for the day, if you’re going to poke a sentient plant better not insult it too” Stepping away from the mirror, she perched on her desk and started unwinding the ivy on her arm. That thing was just too rude to be worn. Thomas dutifully followed her and knelt beside her, reaching for the ivy around her legs. “Not afraid to get viciously attacked again?” She teased.

“I can take a few paper cuts, would it be leaf cuts? plants attacks” Despite his words he took his time carefully loosening the ivy and setting it aside. “I bet a distraction would help” Thomas added once the offending plant had been discarded. He’d barely moved from his spot on the floor, only shifting closer to rest his head against her knee, his hand tracing random patterns on her skin.

“Is that so?” Magryn asked, amused.

“Yeah take a little break, look at the problem with fresh eyes…’”Subtle as a brick,she thought as she reached down to pet his hair, but a few minutes won’t hurt. He leaned into her hand with an impish grin. Magryn grinned back but kept her touch soft, slowly going down his neck until she had both hands on his shoulders. She leaned forwards, stopping only a few inches away from his face before she spoke again.

“Such a shame there’s still so much work to be done.” Thomas’ eyes widened in realisation just as Magryn gave him a firm push. He didn’t resist, falling backward on the carpeted floor. Magryn stepped over him to get back to the mirror and the flowers waiting to be braided into her hair. She worked in silence for a few minutes, only glancing at Thomas once to see him still on the floor, pouting or deep in thoughts. It was hard to tell from that angle. Eventually, he spoke up.

“What about silver instead? That always works for you.” Magryn considered it, silver would be easier to handle than grumpy vines and she always had a weakness for shiny things…

“Not a bad idea, go see if Nessa left us anything to work with…oh and bring back some bronze while you’re at it!” She called after him as he ran off to fulfill her request. He came back a few minutes later with an armful of precious metals he put down next to her “Better haul than I expected” She praised, not missing the pleased little smile her words caused as she eagerly reached for the silver. So much to play with and shape into something beautiful… Magryn felt one of her unfinished braids come loose. Right, hair, that needs to be dealt with. She glanced up at Thomas again and waved at her hair “Need your hands for a bit longer” Thomas obliged,stepping behind her and making short work of the braid. Before he could start working on another one, Magryn turned to face him “You did good today.” and she leaned in to reward him with a kiss, soft and sweet, before handing him the leftovers flowers for her hair. “And now back to it.” Thomas took the flowers with a smile.

“As my Lady wishes.”

Ona watched proudly as Nessa grew another flower on the bracelet she was making. She’d come a long way in the past few hours, from small blades of grass to colorful little flowers. Watching her work was a welcome distraction for Ona as she waited for Magryn’s arrival, she’d started to weave her own bracelets to stop herself from picking at her new clothes. The pile of interwoven flowers next to her was big enough for Nessa’s new squirrel friend to nap in.

“And done! This one doesn’t look too bad don’t you think?” Nessa asked, putting her latest attempt on the table between them. Before Ona had time to answer, the little squirrel they both thought asleep darted from his flower nest to snatch the bracelet. “What the…That’s not for you you nut monster give it back!” He didn’t. The ensuing chase had Nessa spouting expletives all over the clearing. In that chaos, no one noticed Magryn come through the door to her domain followed closely by Thomas. She studied the scene for a minute with a fond smile before making herself known.

“My, my, someone’s energetic today.What did that squirrel do to you?” Magryn smirked as Nessa flailed and squeaked out another swear.A chuckle brought Magryn’s attention away from the the girl and all words left her mind as she got her first good look at Ona. It was the silver that drew her gaze first. The dress in itself was simple enough with a simple layer of iridescent black silk stretched over a corset and falling into a skirt, but the embroidery was a work of art. Silvery wings spread along the top of the corset extended beyond the cloth to contrast beautifully with Ona’s dark skin as they stretched up to her neck, feathers framing the amber pendant resting there. A pattern of similar feathers ran along the skirt and could also be found in Ona’s flower crown, now composed of small black and white hellebore blossoms to match the rest of her outfit. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a bun held together by more black flowers and behind her ear, Magryn noticed with the beginning of a blush, was the long white feather that had been left behind earlier. And this is when I compliment her, any time now… Magryn blinked taking it all in once again, the silver, the flowers and the skirt that she knew would flare prettily if Ona were to spin just so. And her words fled the coop again.

Speechless wonderment, Ona thought, was a good look on Magryn and it was very flattering to be the cause of it. More flattering even was seeing color bleed back into Magryn’s eyes, from silver to brown, as she cut her sight away from everywhere but this place and this moment. In the silence stretching between them, Ona took in what her lovely bird was wearing and smiled. Every flower on Magryn, from the ones braided into her hair to the ones artfully stitched into her dress, grew a little brighter and fuller at the approval. It must have tickled because Magryn squirmed. A badly concealed chuckle brought Ona’s attention on Thomas, standing a few feet behind Magryn, amusement slowly overtaking the reverent look he always had for his mistress. There was a hint of mischief in his grin as he stepped up next to her and bowed with a flourish.

“Lady Ona you look stunning” He said, startling Magryn out of her daze.

“That’s my line” Magryn hissed, weakly elbowing him in the side, finding her words again now that the silence had been broken. “You do, look stunning, I… yes, beautiful” Skies above how long was I staring for.

“Thank you both” Ona said warmly before turning her attention behind them “Nessa was quite helpful” Magryn followed her gaze to a bush at the border of the clearing and huffed a laugh. It could have been a decent hiding place had Nessa bothered to cover her bright colorful hair.

“Well come here then” Magryn called out, “no reason to hide.” An unmistakable squeak came from the bush before Nessa shuffled towards them, looking at the ground until she stopped a few feet away.

“Um, hi boss, the hair looks great?” The sheepish tone and big puppy eyes could have melted a heart of stone and saved Nessa a lot of trouble for her harmless act of thievery. As there was no hearts of stone present at the time, it only served to make Magryn work hard to resist the urge to ruffle her hair and praise her for managing to sneak out with so many things.

“Thanks, I had some help as well” Was what she said instead with a nod and smile towards Thomas. A chirping noise brought her attention back towards Nessa and the very fancy squirrel now sitting on her shoulder. “you never did answer me, what did the squirrel do?”

“He-stole-my-bracelet” On cue the little beast held up a small flower bracelet with a proud chirp.

“I see, you have much in common” Nessa stared at the ground again, still expecting trouble. Magryn stepped up to her and gently lifted the girl’s chin to look her in the eyes “Oh don’t make that face little thief you’re not in trouble” Nessa perked up before Magryn pointed to the mess of leftover fabric and silver and added “If all of this is back in it’s rightful place when I look”

“I’m sure you’ll have time for a snack before you go” Ona said, stepping up next to Magryn and wrapping an arm around her back. Magryn simply hummed in agreement so Ona turned to Thomas and added “There’s some of that cider you like too, if you want any.”

“My Lady is too kind” He bowed again and sauntered away only to stop a little ways away when he noticed Nessa wasn’t following. “Coming kid?” She didn’t answer him directly, squaring her shoulders and deflating almost as quickly while she talked to Magryn instead.

“Could I… bring my new friend home with me?” Said new friend chirped emphatically to indicate that, no matter what the answer was, he’d probably sneakily tag along anyway. What a pair they would make.

“Plan on keeping him out of trouble?” Magryn chuckled at how quickly Nessa agreed and waved her off before she could launch into an heartfelt spiel on the subject ‘Alright, alright, off you go then, those apples won’t eat themselves.’

Nessa happily skipped away with her new friend, talking up a storm as soon as she caught up with Thomas. Magryn watched them go with a fond smile and relaxed into Ona’s embrace, head on her shoulder. She made such a pretty picture like this… Thieving magpies and stolen hearts, Ona thought, how does that rhyme goes again? She leaned down to kiss the top of Magryn’s head, stolen heart humming happily, or perhaps that had been her, it would certainly explain why Magryn was now looking at her with an amused smile that may very well have been a smirk.

“Hello” Ona mumbled for something to say. Magryn turned to face her and, putting both hands on her Ona’s shoulders for support, pounced. Instinctively, Ona moved to grip Magryn’s hips to lift her properly and was rewarded by a luscious kiss.

“Hi” Magryn purred against her lips before withdrawing. She was definitely smirking as she was put down, running her hands along the silvery patterns she’d been dying to touch earlier? “This is pretty” She commented idly. Ona shivered at the soft touch of those wandering hands that found as much skin as silver to trace. A glint brought her attention to Magryn’s wrist and the metal vines wrapped around her forearm. Curiosity made Ona take Magryn’s hand in hers and raise it to get a better look, if Magryn minded being interrupted in her exploration she didn’t say. Ona kissed her palm, just because she could, and examined the swirling silver vines and bronze leaves of the armband.

“This is pretty nice too, is it new? I don’t remember seeing it before” It had to be, Magryn was always so prompt to show off any nature themes jewelry she found, such an intricate piece would have had her bursting with pride the moment she found it. Unless of course, she made it specifically for today, Ona thought.

“Ah yes, it was supposed to be ivy but…well let’s just say I might need you to have a talk with it to smooth things out” Magryn wasn’t blushing, the slight flush on her cheeks was surely a trick of the sunset and not any proof of embarrassment, that was her story and she was sticking to it. Still, it made Ona giggle and hug her closer so Magryn wasn’t going to bring up said story.

“Don’t worry I’ll save you from the mean old ivy” Ona teased, laughing again at Magryn’s little huff, she wasn’t quite sure if it was indignation or laughter but it was adorable. Reluctantly, Ona stepped back and resisted the urge to kiss away the pout on Magryn’s face “But first I believe you said something last night about pretty things that go woosh, so watch this” Another huff, this time definitely amused, followed Ona as she stepped a little further away and spun.

“Oh Magryn found herself speechless again, something she really didn’t want to see becoming a habit. It was good spin, there was flourish and fluttering fabric, there was a satisfying woosh sound… which came not so much from the spin itself than from the wings now sprouting from Ona’s back. Vines grew and intertwined to form an anatomically correct pair of wings with palm leaves acting as feathers. They were perhaps a little stiff but looked as if they could be functional. Magryn felt a grin spread across her face, Ona had helped her groom her own often enough that she wouldn’t be surprised if those wings really could take flight. She floated closer excitedly, taking in all the little flowers that had grown over Ona’s dress at the surge of power that made the wings. Flowers as always had a mind of their own and, rather than sticking to the dark color scheme, they’d come in bursts of bright reds, pinks and purples nestled in the silver embroidery. Such a stunning picture she made… The wings twitched, bringing Magryn’s attention back to them. “Can I touch them?”

“Sure” Ona replied, earning herself the quickest of kisses as Magryn moved behind her. She was still floating Ona noticed, silly bird. Ona half listened as Magryn chattered away about air flow and flapping mechanisms, preferring to focus her senses through the vines to feel the soft, almost reverent touches on her newly made wings. It wasn’t for lack of interest, Ona could listen to Magryn’s excited ramblings about anything for hours but talk of aerodynamics flew right over her head. So she relaxed under Magryn’s hands, letting them coax the wings to lift, lower, fold, extend. All familiar yet new sensations, like stretching muscles she never knew she had and the feel of fingers slowly carding through her ‘feathers’ well… She could see why Magryn enjoyed it so much. It was so distracting she didn’t notice Magryn asked her a question until the touches stopped. “Hm? Sorry what ?”

“Someone’s been enjoying herself” Magryn teased, pointing to the circle of flowers they were now sitting in.

“Oh” Wait sitting? when did I…. Ona thought, blushing “It ah felt very nice” Thankfully, she was saved from having to elaborate as Magryn started to stroke the wings again, laughing softly.

“I said these should be good for gliding, if you’re up for it” She paused to make sure Ona was listening “I’ll still need to get us up there of course but… you can carry us both through the sky tonight, lovely bird”

“Oh” Apparently speechlessness was catching.

“Or we can stay down here doing this if you’d like.” Magryn continued after a minute of silence.

“No!” It came so quickly Ona almost startled herself. There was very little ,she knew, that Magryn liked more than flying. It wasn’t unusual for her to fly them both up to some mountain cave, over a pretty piece of scenery or even just for fun, spinning and dancing through the air wherever they were at the time. “It would be nice flying, I mean but I don’t know… are you sure I should? I don’t know if I can…” The words trailed off into a sigh.

“It’s a lot easier than you think, and I’ll be there to guide you.” Magryn said, she hugged Ona from behind and kissed her cheek. “The only question is: do you want to?”

“Yes”

“Ok then” There was a smile in her voice as she tightened her grip around Ona and, letting out her own wings, lifted them both to their feet with a loud woosh and a snicker at Ona’s surprised squeak. Magryn stepped around Ona to face her and hugged her close once more “Ready?” She could see Ona start to doubt again, not unlike the first time Magryn took her up in the air hundreds of years ago but before she could comment Ona took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eye.

“Ready” She said and with a mighty beat of Magryn’s wings, up they went higher and higher into the bright sunset sky.

-End

The rhyme Ona was referring to:

‘you stole my heart thieving magpie’“how could i not it shines so brightbut please take my heart in returnsee how for you its passions burn”

It’s an exert from a (very inaccurate) myth about how their relationship started

#braincoins #goddess girlfriends #goddess Magryn #goddess Ona #adopted goddaughter Nessa #Magryn's champion Thomas #ill make a post about them soon

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