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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 years

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Batfam Reacting to S/O Turning into a Robin HC (Request)

So this entire thing happens because you and Bruce were fighting Circe who just had to throw a spell at a civilian

You jump in front of the spell and catch it, taking the blow

This means that on site, you turn into a Robin

Wtf

Bruce is big mad now since now he thinks that you could be a Robin for the rest of your life and that’s just not cool

The moment that the fight is over, he calls in everyone from the league

Z, Constantine, Dr. Fate, Zatara, Wonder Woman, the whole lot

Once they find out what happens there’s a worry but eventually they find that it’s going to be alright and you’ll change back within the next 72 hours or so

72 HOURS

Bruce just simply cannot wait that long

he doesn’t know what to do with a bird like

ALFRED

They make sure to not try and feed you anything that’s too disgusting that you wouldn’t normally eat

No worms

That would be gross

Bruce does find it kind of funny that you turn into a Robin and not something else

So happy it wasn’t a bat

You’d get mixed and lost with the rest of them in the cave and that would be weird

Plus there’s a high chance that you’d just fall from the ceiling

Once you finally detransform from the entire debacle, Bruce is very happy to have you back

Gets special charms from Z and Constantine that repel bad magic back onto the user

Ensures that something like this doesn’t happen again

Dick Grayson:

This man does not know what to do

It’s a run in with Witch Boy that causes this to happen

Z!!!!!!

That’s the first person that he calls

Wally is really the one that takes you back to him since Dick wasn’t on this mission but you and Wally were leading it

You jumped in front of one of the newer recruits and that’s how that happened

Does this entire experience count as a souvenir?

Like maybe he just takes a feather that you drop or something and like SOUVENIR OF THAT ONE TIME THAT Y/N TURNED INTO A ROBIN

After the initial freak out mode, he just thinks that it’s kind of funny that it was a Robin

Z said that the spell was the wrong spell (thankfully) and you’d only turn into something that you loved for a little while

RObin yOU TuRNeD InTO A RoBIn

And that makes Dick a blushing mess

Once you finally do turn back, he teases you

Your most important question is did you eat anything gross

The answer was no but still

Trust issues

he does mention what the spell was and that lead to some blushing

Jason Todd:

This was the last thing that he had planned

The absolute last thing

On a mission that involved some weird magic stuff, you just happened to get turned into a Robin

What the literal hell is happening now

The first instinct is to see that it’s really you

Once you understand that you’re a Robin, you’re just like, oh, so this is happening now

And that’s just how it is, you fly up onto his shoulder and just run with it

Just sitting there like it’s no one’s business cause it isn’t

If anyone asks why there’s a Robin following, it’s just what’s happening now

He is concerned that you don’t turn into a human again

So he does make sure to ask and this time, it needs a counter spell

Z is the one to do this since Jason isn’t keen on trusting Constantine

Doesn’t take super long to do this since Z is already very powerful

We Stan a powerful helpful queen

So Jason goes to one of her shows and sneaks back stage still in the Red Hood uniform and explains what happens

Z just goes ahead, sets you on the floor, and does the transformation

It was really easy, not to painful, but it was weird to just be laying on the floor and not able to fly

You’ll only miss that part

Jason doesn’t miss any of it and still jokes about the fact that you were a Robin

“Babe at least you didn’t blow up in your time being Robin.”

JASON PETER TODD

Tim Drake:

So you turn into a Robin on a mission with the team

He was on this mission and watched the entire thing go down

The funny part was that you could still talk since the magic was somewhat incomplete

There’s just this small voice “WHAT THE HELL!”

And then Tim knows that it’s definitely you

Tim was going to take you to one of the magic users in the league

but since Diana was right there when you got back, you stormed up flew up to her and just mouthed off

“DIANA LOOK AT ME! THAT ASSHOLE CIRCE TURNED ME INTO A ROBIN! THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH ROBIN BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE ROBIN! WATCHA LOOKIN AT BATS! I’M NOT UP FOR ADOPTION!”

Tim just died laughing

Cause it really was funny that you were just a little tiny Robin and mouthing off at the most powerful heroes in the world

Recorded it 100%

When Diana takes you to Themyscira in order to get one of the Amazon’s to help, Tim obviously couldn’t come

So it’s about a three day long trip and during that period, Timmy is a mess

He needs to know what’s happening at all times to ensure that you’re alright

When you do finally get home, he tackles you into a hug and checks you up and down to make sure that there’s nothing still wrong

Very happy when he concludes that there’s nothing wrong anymore and you’re back to the regular Y/N

Damian Wayne:

His first instinct is to not let anyone touch you but him

He takes you everywhere and makes sure that you’re alright

You can’t talk but he’s helped birds before and has dated you for some time so he knows what no to do and what to do

That being said, he does want you back to normal ASAP

That means that he’ll call an emergency league meeting without Bruce’s approval

Although Bruce probably would have done the same thing since he really knows that Damian loves you and would make sure that you’re alright

That’s super important to him and the rest of the family since you are kind of family at this point

Damian insists that the magic users help turn you back very quickly

They call in Constantine since Z is off doing other things and he makes sure that he knows exactly what happens

Constantine has had some bad experiences with magic in the past and he wants to be sure that you’re not going to have anything really bad happen to you

Damian is the same way

Probably threatens John’s life if something goes wrong

Once you’re finally back, Damian also tackles you

Though Constantine has to hold him back at first since the shock of turning back and then having someone tackle you to the ground would be over whelming

But when he finally can, he does

Checks you over just like Tim and then doesn’t let you out of his sight for a week or so

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, just not anyone else

He makes it a point that you’re too important to lose

Cuddles everywhere

Once he does step back and think about it though, he finds it kind of endearing that there are thousands of other things that you could’ve turned into but it was a Robin

It was sweet but didn’t need to last longer than it had to

Duke and Luke:

I’m putting these guys together since in my mind they’re pretty alike

Luke is the classical version of Duke and Duke is the Lofi/ alternative hip hop version of Luke

For these reasons they both have very similar reactions

And that would be to freak out

they take you to Bruce and get advice cause what is going on

They don’t have as much of a connection with the Robin deal since they weren’t ever technically Robin for Batman

Duke is a bit more of an arguable case but still

They do find it both suspicious and a bit comedic that it was a Robin out of anything else though

I have to say that they’re the most chill out of any of the Batfam when it comes to something like this since this kind of thing just happens a lot

Not turning into Robin, just weird outta pocket experiences

Like this is just another thing to add to the list of oh here we go again

Duke does think that you’re still really a pretty Robin

In the most non- weird way possible you’re just a pretty Robin

Luke doesn’t really pay attention to that and instead wants to get to the bottom of what happened so that it doesn’t happen again

They’re both really smart so they’ll figure it out but at different paces since one is more urgent than the other

Doesn’t mean that either care less though

Once you’re back they do make sure that extra diagnostics are run to make sure that nothing was effected and you’ll be okay long and short term

Once they’re satisfied it’ll all go back to being pretty normal

Sry this took so long, exams are running wild

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lisaleigh713 · 3 years

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AJ and the Weekend

My Aunt Jean just left to go back home and I wanted to set down what my weekend was like. I am still quivering and having micro orgasms so pardon any misspelled words.

Aunt Jean called a few days ago and asked if she could come spend the weekend with me alone. “Of course you may. I would love to see you again.” AJ arrived on Frida afternoon in between all the rain we had. Of course I greeted her with a nice hug and wonderful kiss. All I had on was a pair of 6 inch stilettos and a sheer black robe. She in turn wanted to change into something a bit more comfortable, so I led her to the bedroom so she could change.

While AJ changed clothes, I made us both a drink. After making us each 2 fingers of whiskey AJ emerged from the bedroom. AJ had on a pair of 5 inch black stilettos and a red sheer robe. We slammed our drinks and she asked for another and a little something else to send us over the edge. “I have just the thing” I responded.

I grabbed a couple of MDMA’s and some grade a coke. I requested AJ to bend over the the counter where the coke had been sliced into lines. While she did a line, I licked her ass and slipped the X into her ass. AJ, turned around and said, “my turn to do yours.” I didn’t hesitate at all. I bent over a bit to snort a line while AJ was licking my ass. She slipped that X right into my ass with no effort.

We moved to the couch to talk and of course finish our drinks. We sipped on our whiskey and spoke about my Uncle. He wanted to come but AJ wanted this to be a girls only weekend. I was just fine with that decision. I asked about our cousins and she replied they were good but anxious to get back to Houston to see me again. We talked for about an hour and we could both tell the X and whiskey plus the coke had us both in a very amorous mood.

We began kissing and fondling one another on the couch but decided to move to the bedroom where we had more room. Once there the robes came off but the shoes stayed on. We go into bed with one another and began deep kissing and playing with each others pussy and clit. While doing so, I liked and nibbled AJ’s nipples like they were candy. We moved into the 69 and I just couldn’t resist her ass. With AJ on top of me, I licked from asshole to clit and back again. Each time I hit her asshole, she would suck my clit harder.

It was not long before the both of us was cumming. She started squirting right into my mouth and on my face. I did everything I could to capture / drink it all but it was so much I just couldn’t. I began squirting shortly after AJ did and she did her best to drink it up while sucking on my clit. We lay there, in the bed, together for a bit. We were both still shaking and having micro orgasms.

After a bit of time it was time to get up and clean up. We both rose and then AJ’s phone began to ring, it was my Uncle. AJ had forgotten to call when she arrived and he had given her time due to the bad weather. Whilst she spoke with him, I crawled between her legs and again began licking her pussy and asshole. She put him on speaker phone so he could hear her cumming. He was super excited and asked AJ what I was doing, so she gave him a play by play of what I was doing. As our bodies were still very sensitive it didn’t take long for AJ to start cumming and squirting again all over my face and tits. I stood and we kissed long and hard whilst rubbing our tits against one another. AJ actually had moved her phone to facetime so my Uncle could see what was going on.

I excused myself to grab a shower. I grabbed my drink and proceeded to the shower. I kicked off my shoes and slipped into a nice hot shower. Moments later AJ decided to join me. We soaped each other up and washed each others hair. Yes, we played with each a bit more til both of us came again. We got out of the shower and dried our hair and re-applied our makeup. We were going to go out to dinner. We dressed as if we were sisters. Our eyes were smoky grey and our lips a deep wet red color. Our mani / pedi’s stayed the same and deep red color.

Now to dress. We both slipped into some black seamed stocking, a half cup bra, garter belts and a LBD with 5 inch black sling back stilettos. Because of the rain, we jumped into my Range Rover and went to a very nice restaurant. We walked in and all eyes moved to both of us. AJ looked young and could easily pass for an older sister. We ate but because this was a girls only weekend, we repelled all propositions. I do have some of the numbers though.

We went to a nice lesbian bar I know of and danced til the wee hours of the morning. Of course numerous women approached us both to which I have those numbers. Never know when I might need some female company. We left and went home where we had another session of love making.

We got us Saturday morning and fixed breakfast. We mainly had some coffee and fruit. I asked, “AJ, did you bring your swimsuit?” To which she replied “of course I did, I bought one just for this weekend.” We decided to go to the lake and take the boat out so it was time to dress. I had this black micro bikini I purchased a couple of weeks ago but had yet to wear it and AJ had the same but in white.

My pussy was dripping wet just seeing her dressed in that white micro but we really needed to get to the dock. Beside we would have time to fuck on my boat once out on the water. My boat was waiting for us when we arrived. The dock crew was used to seeing me in almost nothing but AJ was a new comer. We both had a corresponding color wrap on which covered our bottom but was sheer so didn’t really cover much. We wore our heels to the boat as the dock crew grabbed our cooler and bags.

The crew untied and off we went. We were not in any hurry so we tootled around the lake until we were both getting a bit hungry and horny. I know of a little cove where no one ever goes so I pointed the bow in the direction of and moved the throttle forward. AJ wanted to drive a bit so we switched places. As she drove I move in between her legs and moved the small fabric guarding her luscious pussy. I licked her pussy and sucked on her clit while playing with her nipples. Just before we arrived she had a nice orgasm.

We pulled into the cove and dropped anchor. We went below to grab a bite to eat and of course a drink. We came back up topside to eat and drink. We talked again about Friday night and family. I told AJ to bend over and I again slipped an X into her bum then turned around and she did mine. We drank and did a bit of coke. Then I had almost forgot someone had told me about poppers and I had bought a vial which I had left on the boat. So I asked if she would like to try it and of course AJ said “hell yes.”

We both did a couple hits of poppers, so along with the X, coke and whiskey we were feeling very amorous. We moved back down to the cabin and fucked each other for a couple of hours. Neither one of us could move after. We just laid there in the cabin, hearts pounding and heads swimming; pussies were throbbing and our nipples jutting out from our chests. It took about an hour to come back to earth and the sun was beginning to set, so we laid out on the bow to watch a beautiful sunset together.

“I almost forgot something, I will be right back,” I said to AJ. I went below, removed my bikini and grabbed a double headed cock. I brought it back topside and told AJ to close her eyes. I moved her bikini to the side and slipped this fake cock into her ass and then slipped the other end into my ass. I grabbed the poppers and we both did a couple of hits and then fucked each others ass and played with our pussies and clit until we came again. We lay there, on the bow of my boat with a dildo sticking in each of our asses. Stuck together as it were, in the dark, with only ambient light shining against our bodies.

Now good and dark we motored back to the dock where the boys could see how fucked up we both were and could only smile. We stumbled back to my car while the boys loaded it up. I drove us home and we went inside and grabbed a shower together. We played a bit more and went to bed.

We fucked each other all Sunday morning up until the time AJ left a couple of hours ago. I definitely can not wait until she returns again, hopefully next time with my Uncle and/or cousins.

My pussy is dripping replaying this weekend in my mind so I think I will go grab an extra large dildo and fuck myself until I can’t see straight. Hope everyone had a great weekend.

Love and Kisses,

Lisa

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ellestra · 4 years

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Agatha All Along

We got one more show within the show and its main tune kills (I can’t get Agatha All Along out of my head). It was also nice to see I was right about her manipulating the events with twins and Vision. She’s also behind nuPietro. I knew it wasn’t Wanda but some other sorcerer of comparable power. I just suspected this was Strange coming on the show. I should’ve known better - Strange wouldn’t be this cruel to bring her brother back.

And that ending also made it look like Agatha has been directing it so it implies she’s responsible for the whole thing but I’m not sure. When she comes in the reality warp is already established (she lands in her own clothes so the Hex didn’t change her she adjusted herself). So I still think that Pietro questions was to figure out how this came to be. And all the interference with triggering twins growth spurts and making Vision question and leave and thus triggering expansion was all testing Wanda’s power and control. I think Agatha didn’t make Wanda create the Hex. I think she just noticed it emerged and come to investigate. And the she took over.

And last week commercial makes me think she may also feed on Wanda’s power. She can do all those things because she is tapping to Wanda’s magic (yomagic!) and slowly taking it over which is why Wanda seems to lose control on the reality. And she will stop anyone who tries to stop her - sending nuPietro to stop Monica, keeping Vision and Darcy out of town, getting the twins out of the way (Billy noticed he can’t read her mind) - at least for long enough she can take Wanda over for good. No more Ms good neighbour.

Of course Agnes isn’t the only one in play there. Monica is back inside and this time with her memories intact. And with superpowers. I liked the E-Man’s idea of how Monica could’ve gotten the powers from crossing the barrier while others wouldn’t (I didn’t like the idea of giving superpowers to anyone simply crossing it for all those SWORD agents - see how they are still assholes inside). The idea that she is changed because she was wrapped in Wanda’s powers and those get remixed into her by the barrier makes her different from everyone else crossing. And would make her another one empowered by Infinity Stone and explain her power levels in MCU continuity.

But the way they are shown in this episode made me wonder again if she already had them. The way she seems to knows she can cross when a rover was easily repelled. The lack of her surprise in seeing the power display or landing that drop. Or how she seems to turn it on to see Agatha’s basement. It’s like she already knows she has it and how to use it. It just that the last time Wanda caught her unawares and rewrote her memory so she forgot how to use it. This time she knew what to expect so she made it inside intact. She doesn’t use her powers against Wanda because she believes she can convince her to stop. And she was getting to Wanda until Agatha intervenes. Now she knows who the bad guys are and I’m hoping for high speed fight with nuPietro.

And this week commercial hints why Agatha is so interested in Wanda’s power. Unlike the initial commercial this relies on comic book knowledge not MCU (I haven’t read all these stories but I did catch up on Wanda and Vison’s history so I’m no expert) so Spoilers

Wanda’s situation is perfectly described - the world did move on without her for a whole 5 years. And what is worse she came back to see the boyfriend she just traumatically lost twice in pieces in a lab and experimented on. And now she has made this reality where he can be alive again and she just want to be left alone but they won’t let her be.

Wanda’s powers in comic books come in large part of her being the Nexus being of the main Marvel universe. She can pick which timeline is the real one and separate realities from each other so she anchors the 616 reality (or any reality she choses - see House of M). The world literally revolves around her.

And of course Vision being disassembled and brought back with no memories is also what happened in the comics. Losing all that bound them together pushes Wanda into mental breakdown (plus being manipulated by numerous bad guys - like Agatha Harkness). Losing the twins due to them being the her own creations (disappearing when she was not thinking about them) powered by pieces of Mephisto’s soul (he took those back) and then forgetting them (Agatha again) didn’t help either. I hope none of this is going to end as bad as it got in comics. Wanda never deserved any of that just because no one knew how to let her be powerful (also see Jean Grey dying). I hope Dr Strange can help early this time.

Still, all that makes me wonder if the big bad is not Mephisto like everyone speculates but Immortus. After all in comics he is the one behind all of that. It’d made sense since Kang the Conqueror is coming to MCU soon so this might be a set up not just to next Dr Strange film but also next Ant-Man and Wasp movie.

But for now I just hope Wanda feels her feelings, confronts her truth and sizes her destiny and moves on with her life with possibly less depression. Or at least less abuse.

#wandavision #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #monica rambeau #vision #darcy lewis #mcu

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thesurielships · 4 years

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feysand + “you promised me a cookie!”

kiss me like your ex is in the room

note: this is super late, I’m sorry. I hope you’re doing well, and I look forward to read your next creations when you feel better. Enjoy :))

note 2: uncle Colm is a character from Derry Girls and his lines are quoted from the show. It's a really good show, BTW.

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that Rita’s bakery is the best in Velaris. They specialize in finger foods and exquisite little pastries, each more exotic and original than the next; but the town’s favorite – or at least, Feyre’s favorite – will always be their double chocolate chip cookies.

These are no simple cookies. Even though they have been critiqued by many a reputed culinary writer, the secret to the complexity of their taste has yet to be uncovered. With a chewy center and crispy edges, chocolate chips that explode in your mouth and a bittersweet aftertaste that is nothing short of addictive, plus the extreme exclusivity of Rita’s services, they are nothing short of an urban legend. In fact, hiring Rita for an event earns you a spot on the local gossip column for weeks, no questions asked.

Feyre supposes she shouldn’t be surprised that her cunning devil of a sister managed to get them to cater for her wedding. Or that she only made her maid of honor in order to work her to the bone. Nevertheless, as she gazes at Nesta’s dazzling smile and the absolutely enamored look in Cassian’s eyes, Feyre finds she is glad to be here. Even though she didn’t get to the cookies in time.

Her friend Alis catches her eye from a few tables away and as she walks towards her, a familiar voice makes her pause.

“Now, I don't mind a bit of a breeze, if any, I prefer it. But that one was aggressive. So I says to myself. I say 'Colm, this is no day for a do'. ”

The steadiness of his monotone never fails to amaze her.

“When the bride arrives, and I say by this stage, the wind was fierce. I've never heard wind like it -”

Feyre dares a peek at the new victim of her uncle Colm’s boring and endless ramblings, and the sight that greets her almost makes up for the missing cookies. Rhysand - the best man and general pain in her ass ever since she met him a couple of months ago – is the portrait of boredom. He is slouching in his chair, his chin in his hand and his eyelids drooping as he struggles to focus on uncle Colm’s story. It’s the first time she sees him without his usual smirk, and she hates that she misses it.

“Howling like a banshee it was,” her uncle drones on. “So the poor girl –”

Feyre clears her throat and Rhysand starts. She bites back a laugh at the hope that kindles in his face when he sees her.

“Feyre dear, I was just telling this handsome young fellow about –”

“The windy wedding story?”

Uncle Colm smiles at her fondly. “You remember?”

She nods solemnly. “It’s a very funny story. You should hear the rest of it, Rhysand,” she adds with a smirk.

Rhysand’s eyes are wide with horror. She can almost hear him shout ‘save me!’

“So the poor girl,” her uncle resumes his retelling, “the bride now this is –”

Feyre raises a brow defiantly. Why should I?

“She arrives and –”

He glances to his side and she follows his gaze. The prick has not one, not two, but three of Rita’s cookies on a plate.

“Isn't she no –”

“Uncle Colm,” she exclaims in a high pitched tone, “I’m sorry to interrupt such a good story, but I actually need Rhysand for a very urgent matter.”

The usually unflappable best man practically jumps out of his seat. “Duty calls, uncle Colm.”

“That’s a shame,” her uncle sighs. “I was so close to the end. Are you sure –”

“Yes,” Rhysand squeaks, and Feyre coughs to hide her laugh. “Maybe next time,” he throws over his shoulder as he drags her away.

No sooner are they out of earshot that she collapses into a fit of giggles. Rhysand frowns and she laughs harder. He tries to keep his face stern but the corners of his lips are twitching. When she finally sobers up, Feyre offers him her hand, palm up.

One groomed eyebrow lifts. “What?”

“What do you mean, what? You promised me a cookie!”

Rhysand slides his hands into his pockets and Feyre’s heart sinks. “I did no such thing.”

“But, but,” she sputters, “I saw you! You looked at those cookies!”

He chuckles, low and soft. “Those cookies aren’t mine, Feyre darling.”

“You tricked me.”

She glares up at him but freezes when her eyes fall on the doors behind him. Tamlin is here. The blood drains from her face. She can feel herself quaking in her heels and she hates how he makes her feel small just by walking in the room.

“What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer.

What in the Cauldron is he doing here? Is he here for me?

Her chest is too tight. She can’t breathe.

He’s here for me, he’s here for me, he’s here for-

“Feyre.”

She startles at Rhysand’s voice. He turns to look behind him and she grabs him by the lapel. “Don’t,” she whispers.

He patiently waits for her to explain.

“Tamlin, my ex –”

Understanding dawns in his eyes. His smile is grim.

Feyre dares another glance over his shoulder. “He’s –” she croaks, swallows, clears her throat, “comin –”

Rhysand’s lips on hers stop her short.

Feyre just stands there, too stunned to react. He draws away slightly. His hands cup her face and his thumbs stroke her cheeks lovingly. His gaze is steady on hers as he waits for her to make the next move.

Her hands are still clutching his lapels so she pulls him close and kisses him.

She means to repel Tamlin, but as soon as their lips meet she forgets everything but the man that has been haunting her dreams for months. The kiss is slow and languorous, and Feyre wonders at the softness of his lips, the gentleness of his caress. Her fingers bury in his hair and his hands trail down to her waist, setting her skin burning on their wake. She moans and he smiles. She bites his lower lip so he allows her entry, and Feyre is so busy committing the taste of him, the feel of him to memory that it takes her a couple of minutes to realize that someone is watching.

A throat clears next to them, and Feyre pulls away. Rhysand’s eyes are a mirror of what she’s feeling: a mixture of surprise, delight and longing. His smile is slow as he reads the naked emotions on her face, his hold tightening around her waist. Her fingers are still caressing the soft hair at the base of his neck.

Tamlin clears his throat once again and Feyre reluctantly untangles herself from Rhysand, though he nestles his hand in the small of her back to keep her close.

“Tamlin,” she begins and is surprised to find her voice strong and her knees steady. She remembers something an old friend of hers told her in the dark days following their break up. ‘Only you can decide what breaks you.’ And here, in Nesta’s wedding and in Rhysand’s arms, Feyre decides she is done being afraid of her controlling asshole of an ex.

She levels a condescending glare at Tamlin and says nothing, but he’s too busy scowling at Rhys to notice. “Who. Are. You?”

Feyre’s nostrils flare. How typical of him to dismiss her, to address any one but her as though what she has to say doesn’t matter.

Rhysand’s only answer is his arrogant smirk, and she kind of wants to laugh.

“Tamlin.”

Now he looks at her, frowning at the smirk dancing on her lips, a mirror of her companion’s.

“This is my boyfriend, Rhys. But you can call him Rhysand.”

Her accomplice’s fingers poke her side in amusement. “And who might you be?” he asks, looking down his nose at the man who has been haunting her nightmares for months.

“I’m Feyre’s fiancé,” Tamlin bites back.

Rhysand’s face is disinterested, almost bored. “Darling, you didn’t tell me you were engaged.”

She shoots him a sheepish smile. “I guess it slipped my mind.” And because she just can’t help herself, she puts a hand back on his muscled chest and says in a sultry voice, “I can’t think of much when you’re around.”

The moment she says it, the truth of it resonates in her heart. She doesn’t know what gives her away, but something sparks in Rhysand’s eyes and he pulls her impossibly closer. “Yeah?”

She bites her lip. “Yeah.”

His smile takes her breath away. She doesn’t bother looking back at Tamlin as she declares, “For the record, asshole, we are not engaged. I refused your proposal three months ago.”

“You were confused. You don’t know what –” Tamlin starts but Rhysand interrupts him, “You heard the lady.”

Rhysand’s gaze doesn’t stray from hers for a second. Feyre is drowning, no, floating in this moment. She feels free, unmoored. She wants to throw her head back and laugh until she cries. She wants to dance until her feet ache. She wants to hold this man and never let go.

“Thank you,” her voice is earnest. “You saved me.”

He leans so close their noses touch. “You know, Tamlin left a few seconds ago.”

Feyre loops her arms around his neck. “Is that so?”

His eyes are brighter than stars. “About those cookies,” he begins, almost hesitantly. “I could bake you some.”

She raises a disbelieving brow.

“I know, I know. I’m no Rita, but I happen to have a mighty good recipe. Except instead of flour, I use oatmeal –”

Feyre grimaces.

“Instead of butter, coconut oil.”

She scrunches her nose in disgust.

“And instead of chocolate –”

“You’re replacing chocolate?”

“It could be a date.”

Feyre’s heart stumbles. She glances left and right then stands on the tips of her toes to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. “I would be burned at the stake if the people around here found out I chose this awful creation instead of a good ol’ Ritacookie –”

Rhysand rolls his eyes.

“But it’s a date.”

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itsbenedict · 3 years

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Two-Faced Jewel: Session 2

Zero and @eternalfarnham are Looseleaf and Saelhen du Fishercrown, a mothfolk animist and a half-elf conwoman. A botched heist forces Saelhen to keep up her fake identity and embark on a quest to places unknown, with Looseleaf to keep a watchful compound eye on her. This time, they prepare to set out for the jungle city of Thunderbrush.

[Campaign log]

It's less than a week after the incident with the pit under Yoshimimoto Plaza. Looseleaf returns to school with Saelhen in tow, and Looseleaf's roommate Oyobi spends some time training them up in basic monster self-defense- the two of them are now level 2! Saelhen gains a Cunning Action, and Looseleaf embarks on the Path of the Mutable Spirit. (There's no combat this session, so more on that later.)

In spending some time with Looseleaf's roommate, Saelhen picks up on... certain nuances.

looseleaf: what you know about your roommate is that she is very friendly and outgoing. the reason she's barely home most of the time is that she's always out partying or fighting or otherwise living it up on campus, and she's pretty well-known and popular amongst the student body. she's technically Martial Arts but takes a few Natural Arts classes, including your archaeology class. she wants to be an adventurer and join the Deathseekers' Guild, and she's taking multiple periods of Severe Zoology to learn to fight monsters. she thinks you in particular are adorable and has probably invited you to various social gatherings. she seems kind of spacey and unreliable, though, and doesn't seem to take you seriously.

saelhen, what you know about looseleaf's roommate is that she a freak nobody else seems to pick up on this, since there's not a lot of other elves at Blacksky, but you can tell from the way she wears her clothes and how she interacts with strangers to the uninformed observer, her fashion sense is sort of rugged and sporty and normal to an elf, her usual outfits are the equivalent of going around dressed in torn booty shorts, a spiked choker, and an ahegao t-shirt she is very obviously making a statement, and that statement is "i can do whatever i want, and if you have a problem with that you can [insert grossly offensive euphemism here]" her super-smiley friendly attitude is clearly part of this- she is breaking every single rule in the elf book, going right for the friendship throat in every social interaction and ignoring every single nicety that's supposed to precede friendly contact she acts a little different around you- like, she expects you to be in on the joke she's playing on everyone around her. she'll say something seemingly innocuous that's a actually a horrendous boundary violation in Kanzentokai, and then look at you with an expectant smile, to see if you appreciated the hilarious prank she just pulled. being around her is like being in the studio audience for a cringe comedy sitcom

Why are we learning so much about Oyobi? Well, partially because I can't help but overthink every single bit character, but also for reasons that'll become clear shortly.

After a few days, Saelhen and Looseleaf are invited to the Provost's office, up at the top of Blacksky Tower. (Ominous sort of place, for a faculty building- hewn out of a single chunk of sparkling black stone, oldest building on campus.) They are not invited to sit- the office contains no chairs.

Provost Hamori Los has good news for them! The people she's had secretly monitoring Saelhen for the past few days- did she forget to mention that?- have determined, by triangulation, that the arrow on Saelhen's bracer is currently pointing in the direction of Thunderbrush, deep in the giant-spider-infested jungle. So that where they'll be going, on a fun field trip!

Looseleaf could not be happier about this. Or less happy. She's really got precisely the amount of unhappiness that she's obligated to feel about giant spiders, being a giant moth.

Luckily, they won't have to trek through the jungle- Hamori has arranged for transportation via the ferry at the town of Cauterdale, which should allow them to bypass a treacherous trek into the depths of the Remoline Rainforest. They'll each be provided 100gp as funding for this academic enterprise- and Headmaster Goodcrest of Thunderbrush Metropolitan University has agreed to provide lodging for them on arrival. Everything is handled for them- so there shouldn't be any problems!

There is one more thing, though- all the different schools want in on this trip, so one school doesn't get all the credit. They're required to bring along a representative from the School of Arcane Arts and the School of Martial Arts, on top of Looseleaf from Natural Arts. And on top of... the representative from the School of Restricted Arts.

This dude is named Vayen, and he's not much for conversation. Or explaining what he's even doing here. Or doing anything besides skulking a careful distance away from the party, staring and listening. What does the School of Restricted Arts even study, again?

Anyway, Looseleaf has someone in mind from Martial Arts, so she leads the party to the School of Arcane Arts to do some recruiting! After being chewed out by Two-Brains for trying to post notices outside the official student notice board, she puts up her ad:

It's not long before she gets a bite!

Orluthe Chokorov is a cleric-in-training, under Diamode, the Goddess of Family. He's been enrolled in Arcane Arts at the insistence of his family... but he seems to think he's a "fake", and is desperate to go somewhere, anywhere, as long as it means he passes his classes without having to actually... be able to do whatever it is he's taking classes in. He says he can fight, though- in fact, he's eager to fight! He once beat Bud Chestplate, did you know?

There are perhaps less delinquent candidates they could go with, but there's something nice about a party member with secrets Saelhen could use as blackmail.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...rest assured that I shall be the soul of discretion. As will Looseleaf." "Though I fear that deception of this sort does not come easily to me..." Looseleaf: "Noeru, if he doesn't want to get into it, he doesn't have to- oh my god."

Having recruited Orluthe, the party heads back to Looseleaf's dorm to ask Oyobi about the Martial Arts students- maybe she has some idea as to who would make a good candidate for the trip!

(This isn't me foisting her on the players, though I did suggest it- after the party of two squishies got wiped in the first encounter, I offered them the chance to put together two NPCs who they'd get to control in combat. Their character sheets were more or less created by the players, and I matched their mechanical requirements to NPCs. We may end up having multiple characters per PC, later- this is sort of a trial run.)

With a cleric(?) and a ranger on the team, plus whatever Vayen is that he won't tell them, they're feeling ready to hit the road- right after a shopping trip.

Saelhen buys...

1x bag of 1000 ball bearings

1x traveler's clothes

1x hooded lantern

15x doses of insect repellent salve (much to Looseleaf's great offense)

2x uses of sealing wax

1x tinderbox

fuck it, 4x more bags of 1000 ball bearings

Zero: 'what are you going to do with five thousand ball bearings' 'when the time comes, i'll know'

Looseleaf buys...

1x pint of oil

1x bag of 1000 ball bearings also

5x healer's kits, to distribute to the party

1x pouch of various plant seeds

1x map

Notably absent is any food, since they have Oyobi in their party- she's a ranger with the Goodberry spell. (I've reflavored it to just mean she's good at foraging and always has rations on hand, because holy crap, Goodberry rules-as-written is totally worldbreaking- why would farms exist?)

During their shopping trip, Saelhen manages to get Oyobi alone, without the rest of the party. Oyobi's shtick has been fun, for her, as someone with very little regard for elven rules of politeness, but... it's still a little much. She asks Oyobi to tone it down.

Oyobi Yamatake: "I mean, I thought you had to no-sell it to keep up the fake noble act- I didn't think it was actually getting you!" "That's priceless, oh my god." "What's there to take a 'break' from, anyway? What's wrong with just living?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Primarily, the fact that I really need not to twitch in front of the Provost's silent murder goon." Saelhen jerks a thumb over her shoulder, then belatedly checks to make sure that Vayen is not in fact literally right behind her. Benedict I. (GM): Make a Perception roll? Saelhen du Fishercrown: aw, hell, he definitely is, isn't he

She rolls a 13, and no one in particular rolls a 17. So, everything is fine. They keep their voices down, anyway.

Oyobi Yamatake: "I mean, is it really a problem? Can you really not keep a straight face?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I mean, I can." Saelhen sweeps a hand over her face and is the picture of serenity. "Why should the lady Noeru de la Surplus concern herself with small lapses such as these?" "Surely someone shall find it in their hearts to forgive all trespasses." Oyobi Yamatake: She snorts. "Okay, I get your point." "But really, don't you think it's weirder for an elven noblewoman not to react?" "You don't think he thinks it's suspicious that you take it all in stride?" Saelhen du Fishercrown: "The character is admittedly kind of a freak. I'm making allowances. I mean, this is fun and all, but if no one sees through the bit at all and I'm stuck in it long-term, which it seems like I am, it's like..." "Just being back in Kanzentokai, except worse, because no one is making me." "And drow catch a lot of crap anyway. They don't need me to teach them that elves can be assholes." Oyobi Yamatake: She frowns. "You can't make me try to keep up with the rules, y'know. I'm not going to put up with that garbage ever again." "But I can tone it down with the..." "Y'know, the stuff I'm going out of my way to do, if that helps." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "The wink-and-nudge, yeah. That would help." Oyobi Yamatake: She sighs. She seems a little put out by all this, but pretty quickly puts her happy face back on.

Meanwhile, Looseleaf and Orluthe seem to have lost track of Vayen. It doesn't take them long to find out where he went (well, after Looseleaf rolls a nat 1 on investigation and accidentally pisses off an old lady she mistook for Vayen). Turns out... he's hiding behind a statue of Ccorde, spying on Saelhen and Oyobi.

Looseleaf doesn't buy his crappy excuses, but also... she isn't altogether opposed to the concept of spying on "Lady Noeru de la Surplus", who really ought to have someone keeping an eye on her. So, she just hands him a medical kit- a kit she happens to have used her animist class feature Soul Link on, so she knows where it is at all times. (She's done the same to the bracer.)

Now, with the shopping done, it's time to hit the road! They have a couple options: go on foot, or requisition some giraffes.

(In this world, they domesticated giraffes instead of horses. Why? Because it's a fantasy world and why not?)

The city's main giraffe rental is run by the Ecumene of Understanding, based out of the Temple of Andra. You can rent giraffes for free, as long as you're willing to serve as a courier for the Ecumene- their convoluted legal system requires them to send mail between cities frequently, and they've only got so many clerics on hand. So, anyone wanting to travel the roads can receive a delivery quest from the Ecumene, and rent mounts for free in exchange!

They meet with the Bishop of Understanding of Oyashio, Sarat Aerens.

Aerens has a simple request for them: in addition to visiting Thunderbrush's Temple of Andra with a mail delivery, they're to bring back a report from said temple on the whereabouts of the Siren's Arraignment, a ship that departed from Oyashio and never arrived at its next destination, Snowhold. There's suspicion that the Siren's Arraignment never departed from its supposed origin of Thunderbrush to begin with, either- so the Ecumene put some clerics on the job to investigate, and the party's job is just to relay their message.

With that, they're given giraffe passes, and directed down to the stables, where they find the stablehand, Updraft, having some difficulties.

Benedict I. (GM):There's no one at the pickup window, but there's a sparrow aarakocra just behind, trying to get a giraffe several times her height to get up and out of the damn water trough. Updraft: "...not a bath, ye stubborn git!" "Ye drink from that, lackbrains!" "Y'really want t'be tastin' yer arse?" Looseleaf: OH I CAN HELP WITH THIS FINALLY, A PLACE WHERE I CAN APPLY MY ADVANTAGE ON ANIMAL HANDLING

Looseleaf uses her Soul Read ability to tune in to the giraffe's feelings and recent history, and discovers that someone fed it a hot pepper and it's in, um, anal distress.

Orluthe volunteers to do some healing to the giraffe, with his Lay On Hands ability. Is... that a cleric thing? Do clerics do that? Probably. In this world, clerics perform magic by inviting their god directly into their mind to borrow their brainpower and work miracles directly, and it sure looks like he does that when he does his healing. He channels a god, for sure!

Benedict I. (GM): As he touches the giraffe, you see his body begin to glow, and his facial features are overlaid with another face. "...A giraffe?" "A waste, I suppose, but... perhaps it'll win us some favor." The voice he speaks in sounds more feminine, somehow.

Some religion checks reveal that this doesn't seem quite right for a cleric of Diamode, the goddess of Family. But hey, healing's healing, right?

With that, they're able to get their giraffes no problem- and next time, they'll be on the road to Thunderbrush!

#tfj log #twofaced jewel

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charmed-henry · 4 years

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13. Write a crack!ship au for one of your characters.

(Read more is just for length, this is just extremely fluffy so no warnings just be aware that there’s a dumb amount of fluff)

Magnets: A Phinry Story

When Henry was just about to begin his first schooling lessons and meet other children, his mother sat him down and took out a set of magnets. She had wanted to be a science teacher, in another life, before the realities of being a woman in the Order had fully descended on her and her career options narrowed for her. But Henry’s mother had still gone and purchased some of the demo items, because she liked looking at them and thought they could be useful now and then in character education.

“Now, Henry,” his mother started. “People are a little bit like magnets.”

Henry peered at the magnets closely, determined to understand his first lesson of school, even if it wouldn’t show up on his report card.

“Do you see how when you put the two plus sign sides together, they repel? And same with the two minus sign sides?” She demonstrated, trying to push the magnets together and meeting resistance. Henry reached for the magnets, determined to see for himself. He frowned. “Exactly,” Henry’s mother smiled.

She turned one of the magnets around this time, so the positive met the negative. They snapped together. “But, you see, when they’re different, they stick together.”

Henry looked up at his mother, amazed by the little miracle.

“So remember, Henry: Don’t turn your back on someone just because they are different from you.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

There was one boy in Henry’s class who clearly did not belong there. He was a first-year student, wore a sweatshirt for the business school all the time, and yet here he was in Abstract Impressionism: Understanding Pollock. He sat at the front of the class and raised his hand to ask questions that most students would never ask except maybe in their very first intro class. Basic stuff. This was an upper-level course, and if you didn’t know the things you were supposed to by now, you kept your mouth shut.

Unless you were Phineas Flynn, apparently.

Nobody else really seemed bothered by it, though. Henry complained about Phineas to the other members of the study group-- his million questions, his know-it-all attitude despite that, what a business student could possibly be doing in a class about Jackson Pollock-- and was met with blank stares.

“Honestly, I didn’t think about it that hard, mate,” Callum shrugged, not looking up from the diagram he was labeling meticulously.

“Yeah, he’s probably just knocking out a requirement. Every module has one like that,” Riva added, looking thoroughly done with this conversation. “Cal, can I see what you have for number four?”

So Henry stewed silently. He knew when to drop something, at least in a conversation. But Phineas just wouldn’t go away. Figuratively or literally, considering he was walking over now.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” he said, already plopping his books down next to Henry, who was just about to protest when Riva gave him a lazy wave of acknowledgement. Well. Henry didn’t want to be the asshole here, after all.

Henry got significantly less work done that afternoon than he normally would. At first, because Phineas wouldn’t stop asking questions and cracking jokes, and then because Henry found himself actually laughing at those jokes and answering those questions, and, really, because how could he focus? It was like a magnetic force, pulling him away from the work he was supposed to be doing.

And toward Phineas.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Phineas had gotten significantly bolder since graduating from Swynlake Secondary about going after what he wanted. Life was too short, and he didn’t want to be known as that guy who pined after the same person for months. So he made himself a promise, a sort of new-school-year resolution. The minute he met someone he had a little bit of interest in, he would ask them out. If they said no, well, Phineas thought that getting used to rejection was a good life skill.

It turned out that was easier said than done, though. In his first two weeks of Pride U, he had already invited multiple people to get coffee with him, one of whom turned him down, one of whom accepted and then spent the entire time trying to recruit him to a multi-level marketing scheme, and two of whom Phineas had a great time getting coffee with, but realized he had no real romantic interest in. Casting a wide net, it turned out, was very safe. If you only considered people who didn’t really interest you, then you never got hurt.

Basically, it was like this: if you were playing Mario and you only wanted to fight the Koopas, you would never win the game.

And if those little coffee dates were Koopas, Henry Charming was Bowser.

Phineas didn’t know what it was about him. He just kept finding himself near Henry, in the library or in line at the dining hall or walking around campus. Like some force was pulling them together. He rehearsed it a few times, the way he would ask Henry out to coffee. In the mirror, and even once in front of Mei, who was a love witch after all. She had told him what he already knew, though: if he didn’t ask Henry out, he would never know. If he did and he got rejected, then he would know it was over. And if he did and Henry said yes, well, there was a whole world of possibilities.

The Bowser comparison was apt, Phineas thought, as he walked into class that day. The whole room felt like a freaking lava planet.

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They didn’t get coffee. But they did end up at a party together, as Pride U students often do. Henry’s acapella club threw a new member recruitment event (once they abandoned the creepy-cult-ritual thing as a recruiting strategy) and Phineas, maybe in another act as part of the universe’s magnetic pull, wanted to join.

He finished one red solo cup of liquid courage and felt braver. And maybe a little queasy, because beer never really agreed with him. But it was a college party, and this was what you did at college parties.

Henry was outside, standing by himself and shivering in his polo shirt in the unusually-chilly September night. Phineas didn’t know it, but Henry was psyching himself up for the same thing Phineas was. Talking to one another.

But because Phineas was doing this new thing this year and he had to prove to himself that he could do this because he put these arbitrary markers of success on himself, he was the one who burst through the back door, quickly enough to trip over the step and go flying right at Henry. Like some force was propelling him forward.

“Blimey!” Henry exclaimed, stumbling backward as they both caught their balance. “Too much to drink already?”

“Actually, literally the perfect amount,” Phineas blurted out, before he could even stop himself. It was now or never. “Would you like to get coffee with me?”

“What?”

“Coffee. Or dinner, or lunch, or I dunno, I think some people like to go on dates in the art building if you’re into that, I suppose--”

A smile twitched at the corners of Henry’s mouth. “So this is a date.”

“...Yeah,” Phineas said hesitantly. Oh god. Code Red. Abandon ship. This was it. This was exactly what he had feared. The word vomit started and he couldn’t stop it. “I just thought, you know, we really hit it off, but obviously, if you didn’t get the same vibe, that’s totally fine, like, you know what? Actually, I’ll just go.”

Phineas started to walk away, but before he could, Henry grabbed his hand. “Wait!” he said. And it felt like more than a magnet meeting its match; it was more like an electric conductor. Phineas froze and turned around.

“I’d like that.”

And then there was a pause, and they looked at each other for a long time, and then, like some kind of magnetic force took over both of them, they were somehow pulled toward one another in a kiss.

#here's the thing folks every time i write fluff it has to start with mutual pining #i don't make the rules #anyway the crackship nature of this is that we're not going to unpack any of henry's baggage related to sexuality which realistically #would have to happen for this to work but i do not feel like writing that at the moment #because sometimes u just need a happy fluffy love story ya know #so this takes place in an alternate universe where everyone is just cool with attraction being fluid and there r no social pressures #except for being CONFIDENT in urself #xoxo #bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimoemma #bdrpwrimo2020 #phineas

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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How they make up a whole story to criticize Mia with 10 seconds?? Again, I don't know why I'm surprised, they've doing it for 10 years. But their imagination is getting wild, they're unhinged. I don't know how they can't see they're full of bullshit and they're making lies of everything.

It feels to me that the behavior is getting worse- it’s more intense and the lies are getting more consistent and more outrageous. They have moved from being focused on Criss and Colfer to focusing on Mia but Mia doesn't have a social media presence they can access regularly so they end up having to fill in a lot of blanks and over time she gets bolder and bolder about what she is willing to fabricate. I also think she just living more within the fantasy then she used to be. Obviously, nothing is going her way as Chris and Darren have no relationship and reblogging gifs from 6+ years ago has lost its luster -though they still do it. She admits she is in a constant state of anxiety, that she doesn’t sleep, and that she is very angry-at times she mentions she’s “shaking with rage”. We know she checks Tumbler and blogs in the middle of the night and she spends all her waking hours stalking and blogging. She has doubled down on her fantasy and that includes writing richly detailed backstories to simple photographs which she then she fully buys into and believes. Just read any of her posts where she provides her “evidence cc is real”, they come off as silly and insignificant but she’s dead serious. She brings up the same “facts” over and over; each one is trivial and proves nothing but also has been proven untrue. She has no concern over truth-whatever proves shes’ right is repeated over and over.

This from Oct 22 is a good example

ajw720. Having watched a lot of the footage from Sunday, it is clear to me D was uncomfortable and on edge. It is possible it is because it is his first big movie and the company he is keeping. But he had no issues with standing next to P/enelope or R/icky and bantering with them and enjoying himself to the maximum. (What is “a lot” of footage? Total problem less than a minute of Darren’s day and he wasn’t uncomfortable and on edge because of Mia. He was promoting a movie that he was barely in, with a cast that he barely worked with if at all. I’m sure if he was nervous it was because he was unsure of his place and trying to be engaged but not an attention hog.)

Add that photo with M. he did not even try, it is so clear his tolerance level has been well exceeded and I would add that she was not happy based on the clips of her lurking on the RC during the live-stream not looking happy. (Here she is reading way too much into a simple photo. It is NOT possible to know how someone is feeling from a photo and Abby has proven she can’t read emotions on faces)

Plus we have him playing piano at the after party, which is a wonderful thing, but we know he does it as a coping mechanism and to avoid conversation. (WTAF? None of this is something “we know”. It’s all projected and fabricated by Abby to fit her needs)

So I am asking his team and anyone else forcing this ridiculous situation. What are you trying to achieve? M looks like an idiot at this point, I would be mortified if I were her. D treats her terribly and clearly is disgusted by her. So what is it you are trying to prove? You had to know at some point, as their relationship is unhealthy and utterly contentious, it would be near impossible to sell it. And make no mistake, her 10 stans may not want to let go, but they know it is off. And the wedding didn’t help, it hurt. (Darren treats her terribly? What a horrible thing to say about the man you love. I never understand why she prefers to believe he’s an asshole rather than believe he’s straight. I love the tragedy of insisting we know she’s right-that’s always a standard for a narcissist Trump does that a lot as well).

So can we be done now? I know I have asked this repeatedly, but this makes absolutely no sense. D looks less and less straight every minute he is forced to spend with her. If that were the goal (and i don’t think it is), you would be so much better cutting your losses, separating them, and getting him a new beard he actually likes and that doesn’t repel him when they touch. However I don’t think this has anything to do with him being straight. Straight is just how you control him. (He “looks less straight”? How does one “look straight” or “look gay”. Why would he need a new beard? According to Abby, he’s proud to be gay and ready and anxious to come out so there would be no need for beard.)

When is enough enough? How much longer will you torture him and steal from him? How do you sleep at night? I really wonder. (Oh such drama- she is fully behind the story she’s woven and the emotions are real).

September 2

I don’t think I’ll surprise anyone by saying I’ve been struggling since the sham mockery. I never thought he’d go there and it hit me hard. It physically pains me that this was ever allowed to spin so out of control. That ring hurts my eyes. And I’ve often questioned the motive. The why. I want to believe in him. They’ve made it hard. And no question, that was their intent.

And here we are almost 7 months later. And I’m going on record. I’m proud of our boy. Everyday it’s becoming more and more clear. I don’t think there was a choice. Well at least one that was not dangerous to d or someone he loved. He swallowed his pride and he did the needful. And now I think we are watching him execute a plan conceived with C. He’s using the enablers. Bravo. He set certain people to look like her friend, when in reality I’m confident she (yes one person in particular) is completely team d working with him and c. He’s making strides to pay off his “debts.” Everything this year seems so odd except when looked at critically, it is clear it’s deliberate.

I wondered if c&d could withstand this. And now I’ve never been more sure. Not only are they together. I think stronger than ever.

So I’m gonna fight. I’m staying right where I am. I expect this to get really, really ugly yet. I’m sure there are more tears. More curses. More screams. But I will see him win.

Or one of her “lists” of nonsense “proof”

How do they believe after multiple encagement rings? He said during season 6 of g/lee he had never committed to anything longer, not even a relationship. He has said on camera “I’m gay.” They don’t know when or how they met. B/en lived with them for FOUR years. There are so many videos of him running away from her (the bts is gold). He talks about going to see F/rozen with more enthusiasm than he does about his marriage. He sold his wedding to 100 sponsors.

There is so much, I could go on and on and on and on and on. I do not understand how ANYONE could believe. I truly do not. And it has only gotten worse after the sham mockery.

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leaa-drws · 6 years

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Numinous / Calum Hood A.U. / Ch. 1

/ Numinous ~ Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted. /

~2.8k words

“So I get into the bedroom and,” she takes a deep breathe trying to calm herself before continuing, “I already knew something was off before, and then…in our bed…he…I can’t even say his name anymore…he is such an…I don’t even know…”, the calming effect of oxygen doesn’t last and she goes back to sobbing, clutching a nearly empty beer bottle in her shaking hand.

“You don’t have to Suze, he doesn’t deserve you calling him anything but Dickhead anyway.” Jamie takes the crying mess of a beautiful young woman into her arms, slowly rubbing her back whilst somehow managing to look both terrifyingly angry and motherly concerned at the same time.

“Fucking asshole is an option as well”, I contribute, probably wearing the same expression on my face, “or Bastard, Fucktward, son of a Bitch, the list goes on.”

As Suzanne just continues crying, Jamie’s facial expression starts to lean more and more in the direction of furious.

“You want us to do something?”, she asks giving the impression of wanting to rip both of Deans balls off whilst screaming obscene things at him.

I would have laughed at the idea, since my cute, petite friend was anything but a fighting machine, but because Suze was one of the sweetest creatures on this earth and this asshole shattered her heart, I couldn’t help but wanting to do just the same.

Still having her head buried in the Jamies shoulder, Suze whispers between hiccups and sobbing sounds, “You couldn’t do anything if you tried, you’re far too small for that.”.

“Hey, not my fault both of you are such giants!” the addressed exclaims, looking at me in relieve that our best friend was back to at least murmuring insults, after the last half an hour of going back and forth between shaking from crying so hard, and trying to tell the story of her boyfriend cheating on her.

Whilst Suze slowly lifts her head, taking a sip of her beer and brushing one light pink colored strand of hair behind her pierced ear, she glances at me, then at the now empty bottle of beer in her hand.

“Well, there is something you could do…”

“Already on it. Another beer?”, I ask wiggling past our bags to leave our booth.

“Nah, done with crying, done with beer. I’m gonna get drunk. Bring the tequila.”, she whispers, her voice still shaky, but seeming motivated to forget.

“Well, when the queen speaks, who am I to object?”, I laugh, happy that we are out of the crying zone for now, since Dean doesn’t deserve even one of the tears, she shed for him.

As my two best friends start a conversation about all things shitty in life, I make my way through the packed bar to get our drinks.

I was just trying to get around a heavily making out couple without disturbing them when my eyes made contact with the ones of one of the regulars, who was standing at the bar, as always, talking to some female, as always. The flavor of the day was tall, brunette and looked more than just amazing.

I can’t stop me, I shoot her a slightly repelled look, not getting why she would be with him since she doesn’t only look gorgeous but nice as well. He smiles at something she said, but in the moment he sees my judging gaze land on his company, his eyebrows furrow and his facial expression changes to nearly, no that’s not possible, to nearly protective.

It does not fit the image I have of him in my head.

We, Jamie, Suze and I, always saw him whenever we were here and since we were always here, we saw him a lot. But not one of our trio had ever talked to him, mostly because he was only here to pick up woman like Mrs. Supermodel and seemed like a major asshole for that reason.

That didn’t change the fact that the man got good genes though. There is hot and then there is scorching, burn-the-house-down hot.

I mean I kinda get the women getting it on with him, he’s got the kind of presence, that could fill any room and that just tells you that the sex would be borderline amazing. He also seems very intense. And sometimes a little scary.

Remembering Jamies a little too loud, a little too drunk words: “He’s like that blonde, manwhore one from How I met your mother only worse, a thousand times hotter and with enough sex appeal to set a girl on fire by looking at her for just a second to long.”, I realize I always thought she was nuts. Barney Stinson was a character to laugh at and you don’t laugh at a man that radiances that kind of power and confidence. But the nickname stuck.

The tall, dark haired male directs his gaze back to the woman, again laughing at something she said, and I finally get around the couple to the bartender.

I nod to Nico, who finishes the drink of another costumer and wants to know what he could get for us.

“Are we still at the good old beer?”

“Nah, Suze wants to forget.”

“That boyfriend of hers?”

“Yeah.”

“Knew he was trouble.”

“Me too. Wished I was wrong though.”

“Couldn’t agree more. You’re gonna get your tequila in just a sec.”

Uttering a thank you, I enjoy the music playing in the bar and let my eyes wander over all the other college students that are happy to have finished exam season. We would have been celebrating as well, but sometimes life’s just a bitch. Or douchebag-boyfriends for that matter.

To my right some regular is nursing a beer when I hear a female voice whispering rather loudly and drunk how she would go and freshen up and then they’d go somewhere else because she was “horny as a squirrel”, whatever that’s supposed to mean.

I turn towards the voice, seeing the hips of the brunette I saw with “Hot Barney” swaying slightly whilst walking in the direction of the toilets.

He stands next to me at the bar now having his eyes fixed on a petite, beautiful, asian features sporting woman that just walked into the establishment laughing at something her friend said.

As soon as the friend turns away, trying to find a table in the packed room, the woman turns towards the Bar. In the moment she makes eye contact with him she starts blushing and it doesn’t exactly go away when she makes her way over and the man inquires if she was here with her boyfriend. Confused I listen to the starting conversation. What about the Supermodel?

At the intimidating man’s question the new girl giggles that she doesn’t have a boyfriend and reverses the question.

“No, am on my own tonight. Wouldn’t have any objections against keeping you company though.”, his deep voice rumbles.

I’ve seen him around lots, but I’ve only ever heard him talk once or twice. He had a kind of rough, very deep voice, sounding like pure sin.

For a moment, just listening to him, I could understand the fascination he sparks in the women he picks up. But I am not a toy and I would never let myself be treated like one again, so sorry Barney, you’re missing out.

The flirting next to me continues and as it gets obvious, that the man took interest in both women I get mad. My best friend is sitting here, bawling her eyes out because of her boyfriend cheating on her and here’s just another asshole playing with girls like they exist for that pure reason.

I turn to the coquetry laughing woman and the man that looks forbiddingly handsome and in a moment of rage and weakness, I lean over ever so slightly, just enough to catch the attention of the female and say, in a calm voice: “He’s got a wife. Plus, he’s really bad in bed. Like you’ll fall asleep when he goes down on you and only stay awake when you fuck because he is screaming for his momma so loud. I don’t even wanna know what kinda issues he’s gotta have to do that. So…being the side chick, even for one night, won’t even remotely pay off.”

The girl’s eyes went wider and wider as I continued talking and when I stopped, she looked at both me and Hot Barney with the most horrified expression.

“I am not a side chick.”, she declares, looking worried. I wouldn’t have believed the other part of my story either, the man screamed sex, but even I would have assumed that that great piece of ass was of the table if I didn’t know of his Barney-ways.

“I know girl, I know. Better make your way outta here, before the wife turns up though.” When I respond I try to lace my voice with an understanding tone.

The woman turns and leaves, head held high, mad but somehow looking ashamed by what possibly could have happened. The moment I turn to Hot Barney I know I did the right thing, but I also know that I am in trouble.

The man is standing in front of me, controlled but discontent, the heat he radiates feels scorching on my skin. Although I am slightly scared, I can’t help but getting mad at my traitorous body who is awakening under the concentrated attention of such a perfectly build, utterly masculine human being.

Slowly I swallow, not being able to do anything but averting my eyes from his chest and looking upwards into his dark eyes.

For a brief moment I realize that this is the first time, that I am able to perceive his eye colour and somehow, just for a fraction of a second, I find myself surprised at the warmth that I am sure the colour might be able to hold.

But the moment goes by and the eyes stay hard and so dark they seem black.

“I really don’t know why guys always go for the dumb ones. Like I could be a jealous ex-girlfriend for all she knows and just be talking shit.” I start rambling, trying to get the emotion that is radiating of Hot Barney to lessen and my reaction to subside.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”, his voice was raspy and felt like a warning although he spoke perfectly calm. Calm and very slowly. Yeah. Definitely not even on the same scale of intensity as Barney Stinson.

Although my body feels like squirming under the gaze, that could be promising so many things in another situation, as other beings, I hold onto my exasperation as well as the eye contact and respond with a voice not laced but drained in angered emotions: “I could reverse the question, but it seems like the answer to that is pretty darn obvious!”

“We were just talking. How about you calm the fuck down woman?”, despite the use of swearwords, his tone didn’t change by even one octave.

Now my anger is so much stronger than whatever sexual attraction there has been, “So was I. Sometimes “just talking” just isn’t that nice, is it? And I will calm the fuck down whenever I want to, thank you very much.”

“How about you share your damn problem?”, the warning gets more and more prominent, his voice even deeper, but both volume and pace stay all the same.

“You are just an asshole, that’s my problem!”, I exclaim at the lack of better words, channeling all my rage regarding Dean and what he did to Suze towards the man that now looks slightly amused, the anger vanished in seconds.

Which to my disadvantage only makes him more attractive. And me once again angrier. Why the fuck was he laughing at me?

“So, doll, I’m an asshole, hm?”, he asked, lightly crooking one eyebrow, a slight twinkle in the now lighter, more golden brown than black seeming eyes. His lips formed a small smile when he heard my outburst. “What about you? What are you? You come over here, obviously not having a great day from the start, look disgusted at my sister and stop me when I talk to a beautiful woman, then you continue to rant, calling my choice of female stupid and me an ass, when I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Sister. The Supermodel. Fuck my life. I am such an idiot. Of course. Good looks had to run in the family.

As he sees the realisation taking place he lightly leans against the bar, propping one leather jacket clad arm on it. His hand, chunky rings on his fingers, hangs relaxed from the wooden countertop.

My eyes direct their gaze towards the floor, the discomfort probably evident on my hot feeling face. Like oh-so-often in my life I am thankful for being born without red cheeks.

“Yeah”, now my voice is small, “You know about what I said earlier, I have to apologize. It just looked different to me and I don’t know, I guess I jumped to conclusions since I see you around a lot, and well, judged based on that. I really am sorry, it’s been a hell of a day, but I know that’s no excuse. Plus, even if you were being an ass, it’s not my place to criticise.”

When I finish talking my eyes can’t help but watching his reaction.

For a moment he looks taken aback, maybe by my honesty, maybe by the image people have of him, I have of him. Quickly I push that thought aside, why would it matter to him what anyone here thought, especially what I thought?

Then he is back into character: “It’s alright, doll. Don’t ever confuse Mali Koa with the chicks I take home though. Who, to make that clear are well aware that I am here a lot, what that means and who they are to me. Might be a dick, but I am not that big of a fucking ass. You get me?”

“Yes”, I say, feeling the weird need to answer, “I get you. And it really is none of my business, once again I am very sorry. I’ll let you continue now, have a nice evening.”, I turn around, not caring about the drinks, just feeling horribly embarrassed.

“Wait.”, the deep voice pulls me back, as if it was physically keeping me, “Your girl. The one crying. S she the reason for your temper? She alright?”

“Sure, she’s gonna be fine.”, I reply, a little taken aback by the change of topic.

“Got anything to do with her man? He treated her wrong?”, at my confused face when I turn back around he smiles tightly, “See you around a lot too doll and that guy of hers, he’s no good.”

“Exguy”, I correct him, almost automatically.

“Exguy.”, the man nods, his face serious. His gaze lands on me again, “Truth, doll, she alright?”

Somehow, I feel myself unable to lie, “No, not right now. But she will be.”

“He hurt her?”

When I don’t answer directly, thinking about how the question was meant and how I got in this situation, he looks at me, his eyes stern, “Doll, it’s a yes or no question. Did he lay hand on her?”. Although his eyes are serious his tone changed, he sounded softer, like he tried to make this easier for me.

“No, he didn’t. He didn’t touch her.”, I answer, as confused by the sense of safety the unknown man gives me as by the interest he shows.

“Good. You’d tell someone if he did, right? You’d tell a friend, someone that deals with him.”

“Ok”, I can’t help but answer.

“Good,”, he repeats, “this ‘s important to me doll.”

“Why?”,

“Just don’t like women treated badly. You? From what I’ve seen whenever you’re here? Seem like a darn good woman. Your girl? Good enough for you to act that emotional? Gotta be good too.”

“She is. They both are.”

He nods again, his gaze serious. “You take care of both of them.”

“I will.”, my voice is soft now, this feels like it really is important to him and although I don’t understand why, I want to give him what he needs in that moment.

“Take care of you too. That mad because of what happened to her? Don’t care what you said to me, you feel that passionate about a friend, you let it out. ‘Respect that.”

“I will.” I repeat, my voice soft again, his praise, for some odd reason, feeling warm in my body.

“Good. I’ll see you around.”

“Ok”

“We’ll talk.”

“Ok”, I say, not wanting to move quiet yet but not knowing why either.

“Get back to your table, doll. Your friend needs you.”

“Ok”, as I take my drinks, that Nico must have set behind us sometime before, and turn around I hear his voice call me back once more.

“Name’s Calum. Not Hot Barney. Don’t even fucking like the show. Need to stop calling me that.”

“Ok” I repeat, the last thing I say before I return to our booth, hearing how the sister returns from the bathroom drunkenly and giggly asking if Calum was ready to go to find a guy for her, listening to how his deep voice counters with the plan of going home and letting her sleep it off.

Calum.

It’s a good name, I decide.

Intense.

Fitting.

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Tagged by @randomingoftherandomness

1. Favorite OC to write?

The twat in the bar in A Discreet Evening, was exceedingly fun to write

2. Dialogue or Descriptions?

Both! And internal monologues! Pretty much all of my stuff happens because a few sentences or a vague idea pops into my head, there’s rarely any planning whatsoever. So pretty much whatever springs to mind, whatever form it may take.

3. Favorite plot twist?

Hmmmmmmm. Shit, I do not consume enough pure fiction, practically everything I’m into is either non-fiction or dramatised history like Chernobyl. Lemme think...

Ok so like the entirety of The Leftovers is good for plot twists and turns and just... shit, if you haven’t watched it, you fucking well should because it’s divine.

I don’t know if it counts as a plot twist per se but Bill’s family storyline in the latest season of Mindhunter blew me away.

Young me was very excited by the whole Snape thing in Harry Potter and honestly I still have a soft spot for that (and an incurable Snarry habit) so that counts.

Also I watched the first season of Wayward Pines (really need to read the books) a ways back and I was hella fucking hooked on that. That whole story was just damn excellent.

4. Favorite Cliche?

Big fan of James Fitzjames style “asshole turns out to actually be vulnerable and sad”, especially if it includes the asshole bonding heavily with a former adversary.

5. Favorite season?

Summer in Iceland, so I can go hiking up mountains without the risk of dying in a storm, and autumn/winter everywhere else. I feel the heat really badly and I have really bad hyperhidrosis on my back and my head so me and summer do not get on. Plus mosquito bites swell up to a minimum of golf ball size on me and repellent doesn’t seem to work for me so yeah. At one point in Ukraine I got 73 bites over three days and my foot swelled up so much my course director was convinced I’d been bitten by a snake.

6. Writing by hand or on a computer/phone?

Phone all the way. I seem to be able to keep track of what I’m writing better on a smaller screen. Plus my laptop is old and primarily used for my aggressive hoarding of music.

7. Music while writing?

Nope! I get a really big autistic thing going with music and I can’t concentrate on anything BUT music if I’m listening to it, so it’s not helpful for writing.

8. Weirdest thing you’ve ever been inspired by?

My hot Ukrainian friend constantly wearing trousers that had a very “Jared Harris” effect whenever he sat down. Or when he walked. Hnnnnng.

9. Biggest no-no for a book? What will immediately make you put the book down if you see it?

So I mostly read non-fiction. Generally about 20th century history. The last two books I gave up on, it was because the authors were weirdly smug and patronising about the subject. Like, one approached the topic of Ukrainian history as “look at these backwater Eastern Europeans, everything they think is culturally important to them is stupid and they only like it because they haven’t got actual cool stuff like Russia and Western Europe”. So yeah, that went right in the trash. Normally I leave books I’m done with in the take-a-book-leave-a-book thing at the supermarket but that one was undeserving of finding a new home.

10. What titles grab your attention in bookstores?

Like I said, I mostly read books about history. So it could be anything really. Normally I just scan the shelves and yank things at random. I also bought some Ukrainian books for 8 year olds to translate for language learning purposes and one of those I just chose because it was called ‘Moose’ and it had a picture of a moose on it. Haven’t tackled it yet, fuck knows what it’s about.

11. Can you describe the color purple in one sentence?

Bruised eyes from lack of sleep.

Edit: shit, forgot to tag people! So... @az-5-elimgarak @boisinberryjamarama @johnlockismyreligion @fmasha-l @gwinny3k @elenatria @anyone who wants a go

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Spooksville #12: The Hidden Beast

Pocket Books, 1996 120 pages, 10 chapters ISBN 0-671-55073-X LOC: CPB Box no. 342 (Stored at Landover) OCLC: 35300821 Released September 1, 1996 (per B&N)

Bryce Poole has finally come to the Spook Squad for help. His cousin Leah has come into a treasure map and needs some help understanding it, and if Bryce can't do it he knows someone who can. The gang still doesn't quite trust him, but they soften their stance when Leah offers them half of what they find. But ... maybe they should have stuck with their instincts, they realize, when Leah takes off with the treasure and two of the kids get stuck in a cave with an angry dragon.

I know, I know. You're wondering the same thing I was: do these assholes ever have to go to school? As it turns out, this has been one summer so far, with an adventure every week on average. With only a couple of days until school starts, the gang is itching for something else to do, and Bryce knows it. He catches them at the donut shop and entices them with the promise of wealth beyond imagining. His cousin Leah is just outside with a map that could lead them to treasure, but the map and its instructions are hidden behind a riddle that neither she nor Bryce has been able to solve.

Sally has done a 180 on Bryce Poole since he almost got her killed in the ancient past, and so she doesn't want anything to do with it. Adam and Watch are mostly of the same mind, but all it takes is the offer to split the riches for them to agree that it couldn't hurt to look. So Leah comes in, and of course she's a beautiful teenager who makes Cindy jealous even though she's five years older. She shows them the map and the riddle, which takes Watch about five minutes to figure out: they have to go to this set of unusually sharp hills deep in the mountains and wait for Venus at its apogee to cast a shadow on the tallest and narrowest peak that will reveal a door, where there are speaking crystals guarded by an ancient pet, whatever that means. Leah is thankful but not excited, somehow, and they determine to set out that day, as tomorrow morning Venus will be at its highest and brightest, with no moon.

So Leah gets ahold of a truck and the kids ride out as far as they can before they have to start hiking. (There is a token mention of getting parental permission to camp that night, in case you were worried.) Watch knows it's solidly six hours to the mountain, and they make it four before dark, when they have to make camp at a pond fed by a spring that literally sprays out of the cliff wall. This far from civilization, though, they'll have to consider wild animals, especially in Spooksville. No problem, Watch says: the fire should keep them away, and he'll set an alarm so he can get up and feed it. Leah wants to know what time Watch will be getting up, just out of curiosity.

Or so she says. Next thing Adam knows, Watch is shaking him awake. Leah is gone, no doubt ahead on the path so she can stiff the kids and abandon them in the mountains. Bryce is still there, but that proves nothing because they could have coordinated it ahead of time. They decide to try and catch her, and they've been around the girls long enough that they know not to leave them behind like chauvinist dickholes. Bryce comes, too, and they eventually make it to the mountain, where there's a ledge near the top fronted by a polished statue that has a small hole in it, blocked by another rock. When they remove the rock, Venus shines through the hole and onto the cliff wall behind it — and the perfect circle cast by the light of the planet reveals a door that swings open into the mountain.

This peak being so tall and narrow, of course all they see inside is a staircase. They make their way to the bottom, where there's a pool of water and a flicker of light in the distance. They follow it, but pretty quickly they hear a rumbling, rasping sound. Kind of like some enormous creature breathing. Fortunately, there's enough room to quietly edge around it, and right behind it is the promised treasure room, full of gold coins and gemstones and jewels. But in the middle of it all are four silver stands, two of which are topped with gigantic quartz crystals. These must be the stones alluded to in the riddle, and obviously Leah has already been here and taken two of them. Sally goes to pick up another — and holy crap the giant monster in the other room starts waking up. She puts it back, and the thing falls asleep, and they get past again and run for it.

Only not fast enough. The sun is starting to rise outside, and the door is closing. Bryce and Sally get there first, and slow it down enough for Adam to squeeze out, but Watch and Cindy are too slow. The door actually catches Adam's jacket before it turns back into solid rock, leaving him no choice but to shrug out of it. So now what? Venus isn't up again until tomorrow morning, and it might not even work again. All they can do is try to chase Leah down so they're not trapped in the mountains, and try to figure out where another entrance to the cave might be so they can go back for their friends.

Cindy and Watch have no choice, meanwhile, but to go back down the stairs and get a drink from the pool. While they're down there, they hear the thing wake up and go into its treasure room — and roar with rage. As they're scrambling to get away from it, it hears them, but they manage to get far enough up the tunnel to be safe from its fire breath. It's then that Watch recognizes what the beast is, and figures it's smart enough that he can try to reason with it. He yells down that they don't have the crystals, and the dragon responds by trying to convince them to come talk to it so she (yeah, they determine the dragon is a she) can get her property back. But Watch knows she's just trying to get a meal, and holds Cindy back from the dragon's hypnotic effects. This only makes her mad, though, and she squeezes enough info out of them to know that some girl named Leah is out there with her crystals and there's a town called Spooksville that she can lay waste to until she gets them back.

She leaves the cave (not the way the two kids trapped inside are hiding; it's too small for a dragon) and chases down Adam, Sally, and Bryce, who have had no luck finding Leah. She corners them in another cave and tries to get more info from them, and when all three of the kids are stronger-willed than Cindy she attempts to turn the cave into an oven. Fortunately, Sally has a heat-repellent tent in her bag, which saves the kids from slow-roasting. The dragon takes off, and they have to think of some way to slow her down. What if they could raft down a river and get to Spooksville before her, to warn the people? As it happens, Bryce has a raft stashed up here in the mountains, along with an emergency cell phone that he can use to warn Leah. But she doesn't want to hear it, and hangs up on her cousin.

Meanwhile, Watch and Cindy aren't getting any safer staying in the cave. They decide to explore the opposite direction and find OH HOLY GOD ANOTHER DRAGON. But this one is a kid, and interested in getting to know humans rather than eating them. He tells them that his mom uses the crystals to talk to dragons on other planets, which makes them realize they can try to call Leah on them. Of course, she hangs up the crystal on them too, however one does that, so the only recourse is to ask Little Dragon to fly them out of the cave and to go find her before his mom does. There's just one problem: Little Dragon is afraid of heights.

Rafting down the river, Sally has a brainstorm: there's a rocky outcropping near the power plant outside town that, if painted gold, might get a dragon's attention. While she was investigating, they could shoot down the power lines and stun her for a little while, maybe even long enough to get Leah to give back the crystals. Bryce apparently has gold paint stashed nearby, as well as a hunting rifle, and they set up their trap. Sure enough, Mama Dragon comes swooping down and they manage to knock her out. But OH FUCK HERE COMES ANOTHER DRAGON.

And this is the first time I'm really bugged by Pike's storytelling in the Spooksville series. Because Little Dragon has not only Watch and Cindy, but also Leah on his back. He has persuaded Leah to return the speaking crystals, and given her a handful of diamonds in thanks. But Pike just TELLS us this. As every storyteller has heard at some point in their craft, showing an audience what happened is much more effective than telling them. We're just expected to believe that a sociopath who would abandon five twelve-year-olds (one of them RELATED TO HER) in the mountains is happy to return this priceless treasure to an animal. PLUS: what happened to the fact that Little Dragon was afraid to fly? It's never mentioned again. Apparently he was totally cool with this crippling, paralyzing fear to help some humans he literally just met. My suspicion is that Pike got to this point and realized he was running up against a page limit for the series and had to cut a whole bunch. But it makes the story fall flat at the end. Like: did the kids actually HAVE to electrocute a dragon if Little Ex Machina was gonna show up and make her calm immediately? Get your ass to rewrites.

So that's The Hidden Beast, and with that we are halfway through Spooksville. There are a few untied ends that still have to be looped back, and maybe Pike is starting to do that. We still don't know very much about Watch, except that he's starting to be willing to open up to Cindy but he's not totally ready yet. But check out that next book title: I expect we're going to start school pretty soon, and school in Spooksville will be just as screwed up as the rest of the town.

#spooksville #spookstober

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seenashwrite · 6 years

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And..... and..... and you know what *else*? About the Mickey Dean thing? (🎵 ba-da-ba-ba-bah, I’m fixin’ it🎵)

Lookit, I’ve talked about band-aids for the finale HERE and HERE and HERE, but now lemme have a crack at just flipping it. Let’s just flip it entirely, see if it pumps up the volume, as it were, and I’ll even keep the Mickey Dean possessing somebody* [ed: because wine, carry on] thing in there even though it was predictable. Because I’m a-feared this is shaping up to be Demon Dean, Part Two: The Wank Beneath My Wings (alt title - Redneck Neo: Twilight, Part Snooze), ‘cause it’s Dean’s body with some suspect issues brewin’, again. And he’s done run off. Again. Leaving Sam and Cas to (undoubtedly) go looking for him. Again.

So, picture it: Sicily, 1922. A young Sophia Petrillo walks in---- No, that’s... sorry, wrong story. But 1922, hey, sure. Picture it: Jersey, USA, looking suspiciously like Vancouver, 1922: Mickey Dean’s all up in some Prohibition nonsense, he’s rum running out of this swank bar called “Sammy’s”, he’s dressed to the nines, and Tom Hardy and Steve Buscemi walk in, and-----

Ha. Nah.

Here it is: We’ve done the whole Dean is an actual demon thing, so wouldn’t it have been a nice role-reversal to have Sam be the one to have the whole “you’re the engine, but I’m the driver” scenario? So let’s have Dean be the one that ends up with Jack-in-the-Blecchh and Lu-Lu at yon chapel, it follows since he’s the one who had the moment with the kid post-naptime.

Back at bunktown, Sam’s all “Check it, Mickey: I know I’m not the ideal vessel, that Dean is, but I’m a hot second ‘cause DNA and shit. It’ll take. Trust. It’s also possible that I wanna stick it to Luci even more than you do. At minimum, we can agree he’s a garbage roommate.

Bonus? What I *am *is *his* ideal vessel - he only got to hitch a ride in me this one time because of coercion. Can you imagine how much it’s gonna throw him off his game to have me - not you, but me, with your mojo - bopping up in there, droppin’ serious wangs, and him knowing it’s because I chose to do it? I am MOTIVATED TO HAND HIM HIS ASS, you have NO IDEA.

Plus, here’s my resume, I’ve played host to an angel who needed some time to get his groove back before, though you may wanna know that I drove the motherfucker out when he didn’t pay his rent. I was also able to push through Luci’s control, and I tell you this because the whole puppy dog thing’s just my shtick, I’m a beast, I put demon blood in my smoothies and can mainline grace like rehab veteran. We’ll pick up on this whole apocalypto hard-on you’ve got later. Right now, let’s roll.”

Yes, that’s the exact dialogue. [whispers: I’m kidding]

We then get to see the Sam version of Demon Dean, is what I’m getting at. Let him do the leaving, after having Michael, as he starts to get his sea legs (wangs, gracejuice, whatevs) back, start being this insidious parasite, creeping into Sam over a handful of eps, being brutally honest a la Soulless Sam, particularly ripping Mary a new one over WHY THE FUCK WHEN YOU KNEW WHAT WAS COMING AND HAD A HUNTER’S KNOWLEDGE NOT WARD THE SHIT OUT OF THE HOUSE AND TATTOO DEMON REPELLENT THINGIES ON MINE AND DEAN’S ASSES AND AT LEAST *TRY* TO WASTE OL’ PISS EYES

[Yes, it is the hill I continue to die on, it is my Golgotha, I have *reams* of notes for my big dog story to deal with it, I’m right and you know it, come at me brah]

Is it re-hashing to a degree? Totes. But parallels blah blah biscuits and all that literary jazz. But it would’ve been sooooo satisfying, even though Luci ain’t dead - oh yeah, I had a thought on that, too - to have seen them battle royale it, and JP does a fine job in his role, but that sumbitch *shines* when he plays nasty assholes, I find his acting skills rise exponentially when they don’t have him being all sad sack puss-puss aw shucks. Let the man stretch his wings. LITERALLY.

They gotta scrub the writing outhouse and get the stink off the show but, as always, Dabb?

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otakween · 7 years

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.Hack//SIGN - FINAL THOUGHTS

It’s time for me to move on to the next show and I gotta say, it feels super satisfying to finish my first, completely reviewed show on this blog. I feel as though I got a lot more out of .Hack//SIGN this time by writing down my thoughts after each episode and actually attempting to follow its convoluted plot lines. In the end, I found it to be a rewarding show that would NEVER be made today. To organize my thoughts, here’s a pros and cons list...

Pros:

-Thematically interesting and rich. Lots of discussion about depression/coping mechanisms, online relationships, and the politics of an MMORPG environment. Sometimes things got a little over-serious but the real-world consequences with Tsukasa made most of the drama justified.

-LGBT representation...kinda. It’s kind of hard to see what they were going for with Tsukasa and Subaru’s relationship. It’s very similar to Korrasami where they take this borderline-safe route like “maaaaybe they’re lesbians??” Because of this, I don’t want to praise the show too much. Tsukasa and Subaru are still a super cute couple though.

-Character diversity! Not with race really (it’s Japan so :/) but I really enjoy the huge range of ages in this show and the pure friendships between adults, teens, and kids. It makes total sense in the context of an MMORPG. The unknown aspects of the characters’ true selves also adds a great element of mystery/intrigue to the story.

-Characters acting unlikable. Especially Tsukasa. I love that Tsukasa, the main character, starts out as a total asshole. They definitely repel a lot of people but some people (like Mimiru) recognize their jerkish behavior as a cry for help. BT is also interesting in that she’s a bitter adult with a brutally honest, unapologetic behavior. These are rare personality traits in “good guy” characters in anime and heck, rare traits for a Japanese woman to have.

-The soundtrack. I’m actually not a HUGE fan of the OST but I recognize that it is really well made anyway. I really like bgm with vocals in it. Also, the OP really grows on you with its Engrish charm.

-Dialogue/Relationship driven show. I feel like I could write an essay on ever character in this show. I can’t say that for a lot of anime where most characters are flat archetypes. I’ve always preferred character-driven to action-driven shows so, this is a plus for me.

-It’s status as part of a multimedia franchise totally heightens the experience of watching it. It would be SO much worse as a standalone. I really enjoyed following Liminality and IMOQ alongside this show, it made it feel like it was on a HUGE scale. I still have some reading to do to get the prequel plot.

Cons:

-Ugly as sin (at times). While the backgrounds are actually pretty spectacular at times these character designs just do NOT hold up. Some of their costume-design is...alright (Subaru, Mimiru, maybe Tsukasa) their faces and hair are pretty...bleh. This is especially true for poor Tsukasa whose face can be expressed as <_________> Also, this is the era where they were still figuring out noses and hair highlights...I’m glad it’s 2017

-Slowest. Show ever. This series needs a director’s cut. It could VERY easily but sliced up into 12 episodes. There were so many episodes where I was like “...nothing happened?” and even more episodes that just seemed like redundant repeats of other episodes! I don’t know why they felt like they had to stretch the show into 28 episodes (...money?) but it hurt it...a lot.

-Anticlimactic AF. I know this ~comes with the territory~ of being a prequel to a game series but still. Helba deleting a server was the lamest “victory” to a battle ever.

-Really awkward dialogue. It’s hard to think of specific examples but there were many stand-out scenes where the characters would suddenly forget to talk like human beings.

-Crim’s voice actor was very wooden and hard to take seriously. That being said, everyone else was very impressive.

-Limited animation up the wazoo. So many awful close-up shots and still frames masquerading as “animation.” This show deserves to be remade into a shorter series with better animation :/

I give .Hack//SIGN a solid 7 outta 10 for being a unique, immersive show with huge pacing and budgeting issues.

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mishamoonberry · 7 years

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Onmyouji AU

you would (always be by my side) CH. 1 - AO3/FFN

This AU is inspired by Shounen Onmyouji and some spirit AUs in the Naruto fandom.

This is also written for the Kakasaku Month 2017 Week One – Myth/Fairytale AU (and can touch the yukata prompt too tbh bc feudal eraaaaaa). Please do check out other KS Month works by other people on tumblr and AO3/FFN (they're tagged usually so it's easier to find them!) and give them the feedback they deserve! Make this month enjoyable for all of us KS shippers!

Okay, enjoy reading!

They say there exists a spirit that guards the town’s oldest and most beautiful cherry tree.

They say there exists a cherry tree spirit that watches over the people living in town, remembering their names and their deeds.

They say, the spirit is lonely.

XXX

“You have the demon’s eye,” is the first word she says to him, full of wonder and curiosity. The man blinks. Looking left and right and finding nothing, he looks up. On top of a large cherry blossom tree in the middle of the district, on the particularly sturdy branch, sits a woman wrapped in a white kimono with pink red floral patterns. Her hair is pink, reaching her waist and decorated with a simple sakura kanzashi. Her hair is parted in the middle, showing her forehead decorated with a strange purple diamond shaped tattoo.

If Kakashi doesn’t see the ethereal and mystical glow that seems to surround her, he’ll think of her as a random woman too bored with life that she decides to take tree climbing as a hobby.

But no, he recognizes that aura.

She’s a spirit.

And Kakashi is willing to bet his left ass cheek that she’s the spirit of the tree she’s currently sitting on. Spirits—the friendly ones anyway—don’t like to mess with other spirits’ territories after all.

Kakashi stares at her, left eye closed and expression blank, choosing not to answer her simple statement of his ‘demonic’ eye.

It’s not like she’s wrong.

He’s an Onmyouji, one of the practitioners of the Onmyoudo. Basically, he’s one of the specialists in magic, spells and divination. Onmyouji are known to be able to protect other people from evil spirits, and although not all of them may have the sixth sense, Onmyouji are trusted to protect the capital and the people inside it.

One of the largest clan known for their strong onmyouji is the Uchiha Clan. While the civilians simply think that they are blessed with a strong sixth sense, it is merely an excuse to hide the fact that they are cursed.

The tale—probably true or not, although many spirits claim it is true—said that it started with the ancestor, named Indra, who had an actual sixth sense and fucked up real bad during a quest in a mountain, angering the mountain God and thus him and his kin are forever cursed with the Sharingan, the red eyes that enable them to see and feel the spiritual world around them.

It’s perhaps a blessing for those who want to become an Onmyouji. But becoming an onmyouji requires both dedication and talent, not just an uncannily strong sixth sense.

Also it explains why civilian Uchihas are often very skittish when they are out of their warded homes. The spirits are everywhere, whether major or minor, tame or evil, little ones that like to prank or big ones that cause destructions, or ones that are simply bored.

Just like the spirit who is staring at him right now.

“Are you an onmyouji?” She asks, titling her head. “You don’t look like an Uchiha, their aura feels different. Why do you have the demon’s eye?”

“I,” Kakashi drawls, “have no reason to answer that.”

It is her turn to blink.

“Why not?” She presses on, then, “it’s not like I have anyone to tell anything to. You do realize I’m this tree’s spirit, right?”

“I have no interest to tell you anything,” the silver haired man continues pleasantly, smiling a sweet smile so fake his teeth will rot if he keeps it up much longer, “now if you would excuse me.”

“What?” Kakashi ignores her confusion, humming as loud as he can while he speed walks away. He doesn’t want to deal with a nosy spirit, no matter how pretty she is. “Hey!” The spirit calls, indignant. “Where are you going? I’m not finished talking to you!”

She is left ignored.

“You’re such a rude human.”

Kakashi jolts from his seat on the porch of the Onmyoudo’s dorm, turning around with frantic heartbeats to find the spirit from a few days before floating there, arms positioned on her hips in the typical scolding manner.

“Ha…” the Hatake breathes out, bewildered. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you bound to that tree?”

The spirit has the gall to roll her eyes and scoff. “Don’t mistake me for a cursed spirit, human, I am free to wander as long as I do not bother the Gods.”

“You are…” He trails off, gesturing with his hands, “…bothering me, you know.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Are you a God?”

“…No…”

“Then I can bother you as much as I please,” she concludes pleasantly, lips quirking up in triumph. Though Kakashi can’t understand what is so very good about bothering a non-Uchiha with the Uchiha demon’s eye, the eye that—contrary to expectations—he did not want. If his best friend could rise back from the dead and take back his eye, Kakashi will give it back happily. The Hatake Clan has had members with sixth sense before, Kakashi included. He doesn’t really need the Sharingan other than that it makes his sense stronger than ever.

Seriously, though, what the hell. He doesn’t understand the spirit’s motivation for even one bit. What is it that she wants from him? She is, as she says so herself, a simple cherry blossom tree spirit; the kind of spirit that causes no prank or malice to other creatures, the kind of spirit that is free and probably loved by everyone.

There is absolutely no reason for her to bother him.

He says at much.

“Well, you can see me, so I have a reason to bother you, now!” She counters, her smile showing her teeth.

Kakashi twitches.

“Repel,” he says, muttering out strings of spells. The spirit jerks, then, looking panicked.

“No, wait!”

It’s too bad that Kakashi is having none of that.

The spirit is forcibly thrown out of the area, and all is peaceful for the Hatake once more.

“You,” comes a snarl from behind him, and Kakashi sighs behind his book, “are very rude.”

“The rude one is you, you know,” he doesn’t take his eye off of his book, “you’re the one who bother me.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can just repel me! I landed thirty kilometers away from my tree, you asshole! If I had landed on an unfriendly spirit’s territory, I’d be dead.”

“Oops,” he says, thoroughly unrepentant, and finds delight in how the spirit seems to try to withhold her furious shriek. Minutes seem to pass afterwards, with the spirit staring at him intently and Kakashi being very content in ignoring her existence altogether. Who knows, maybe she’ll disappear if he ignores her long enough.

Probably not.

“Why are you so against in talking to me anyway?” She says, then, “your life is so boring. You only study, train, read that porn of yours, and patrol. Isn’t it nice to have somebody talking to you?”

Kakashi doesn’t answer, simply flipping the page of his book—and it’s not porn, thank you very much! It’s romance, the spirit must be quite dumb not to recognize romance—and continues on ignoring her.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Junko is being very loud in this scene, he’s afraid Akiko next door will be able to listen in to their—er… nightly activities.

“Hey… Hey!”

…No matter what people says, he really is reading this for the romance.

“Hey, don’t ignore me! Hey!”

…Really. It’s the romance, not the porn.

“Ugh, you’re unbelievable! Hey! I just wanna talk!”

Well, the sex scenes are definitely a plus, he thinks, and also the insight about an onmyouji’s life is very detailed here. As much as he’d expect from the Legendary Traveling Onmyouji Jiraiya. Nevertheless, Junko is truly a beauty, although Jiraiya could have added more description about her face and expression rather than her bulbous—

“…If you don’t answer me, I’ll throw that book into the pond.”

Kakashi’s finger twitches.

She doesn’t seem to notice.

That’s good, because if she actually does according to her threat he’ll not only have her repelled, he’ll have her bound to the tree forever.

“…Hey, hey, come on. Talk to me? Please?”

…Where was he again? Oh, yes, Junko is really a beauty. He wonders if Jiraiya got this inspiration from somewhere. Not Tsunade, because she’s obviously the model for Akiko, whose description could fill in a whole page. Perhaps from some of the women he met on the streets? Or a spirit? Though the thought of seeing a spirit and using her as a romance novel material is a bit—

“Hey, I’m sorry if I was rude but it’s rare for people to be able to see me that are not the Uchiha and I just want to have someone to talk to, you know? The Uchihas have sticks up their butts and they are not good conversationalist, so I just thought you can be a nice person to chat with! That’s all, really! I don’t have any malicious intent, I promise.”

She could’ve talked to some other spirits, why is she so keen on talking to humans? And the Uchiha? Only a few of the Uchihas are as non-Uchiha as they can be; case in point, his dead best friend and a little bugger called Shisui who cracked his head a few days ago because he was lured to the cliff near Naka River by a mononoke called Danzo. It was a wonder he’s still alive.

Ah, why is he even focusing on what she’s saying? It’s better if he just go back to his book, truly.

“…Are you going to continue on ignoring me?”

Well it’s not like he ever wants to talk to her in the first place.

“…”

Has she left?

“I’m just…”

…Nope. Nevermind. If she’s going to ramble again, he’ll just go back to his book, easy peasy. He’s done this ignoring thing since Obito and Rin died, he can manage this, no matter if this is a spirit, not a human and certainly not Gai (although he can never seem to manage to ignore Gai, but he digresses).

And then, she says—

“…It’s lonely, you know?”

The whisper is like a fluttering wind, and probably is not meant to be heard by him. Despite himself, he can’t help but to be intrigued, and thus he finally looks up from his book to look at the spirit properly.

But she’s already gone, leaving the space she previously floated around somehow empty and achingly lonely.

XXX

For the next few days after that, there is no nosy cherry tree spirit trying to talk to him.

However, ‘nosy loud spirit’ seems to have upgraded into ‘nosy stalker spirit’ because she’s been following him around for days. The only places she leaves him alone are the Onmyoudo’s dorm and the Hatake Clan’s compound, in which it’s probably because the latter is warded against unfamiliar spirits.

He’s not even kidding. The pink haired spirit is always at least five meters away from him, peeking from behind the tree or wall or window or anything, looking at him with a pout and that sad kicked puppy look on her face…

…He likes puppies—has like eight of them but shhh—and that look on her face is just unfair.

And so, Kakashi finally relents. He sighs, staring balefully at the spirit that stares back at him with both hope and ferocity that could’ve made a lesser man melt, and motions her to get closer.

“What do you want from me?” He asks, because surely to be persistent, this spirit—however non malicious she may be—must want something from him. He’s had some spirits chasing after him so they can eat the Sharingan, and he wonders if such a pure spirit such as hers would also think of Sharingan as a delicious meal…

The spirit lands in front of him, an almost frown forming on her lips. “I just want to talk,” she says, and when Kakashi raises as a disbelieving eyebrow, she presses on. “I’m serious! The city has been boring for quite awhile and while I can wander, I can’t leave the city lest the tree dies and then I’ll die, talking to small spirits gets boring after a decade and, well, I miss talking to a human.”

Kakashi’s interest is piqued, and he asks, “you’ve talked to a human before?”

“A little boy, this little Uchiha tyke,” a soft and undeniably fond smile is present, and Kakashi figures the boy must have left quite the impression on her. For a spirit that says the Uchihas have sticks up their butts, she seems to be quite fond of this Uchiha. “I haven’t seen him for more than fifteen years, I presume; since he had to move to a neighboring city for Onmyoudo practices.” Then her eyes turn sad, as she whispers, “I think he’s dead.”

“Maa,” Kakashi drawls, “that’s mean of you to think so.” Very rarely Uchihas die out of town, mainly because they prefer doing jobs for this town that is already big enough as it is, other because when they’re taken to other towns, they’re more than capable to protect themselves.

Accidents can still happen though.

(That, or a reckless teammate that ultimately brings your demise).

(Kakashi restrains himself from touching his left eye).

“I’m serious!” She exclaims, sounding offended, “he didn’t go back with the rest of the group that left with him. And the Uchiha did a funeral afterwards; I can’t see the tombstone to make sure of it because the place is warded!” And then, softer, “he promised to come back. Obito never broke his promise.”

Kakashi very nearly bites his tongue off.

“What?” He almost demands, staring at her wide eyed.

“What?” She parrots, blinking. “I said he didn’t come back.”

“You said Obito,” he whispers, jaw trembling. It couldn’t be—

“Yes,” she confirms, “Uchiha Obito,” her expression clears and she lights up, looking hopeful. “You know him? Have you seen him anywhere? Is he well?”

Kakashi doesn’t answer. He isn’t able to. Here in front of him is a spirit who knew of Obito, his (dead dead deadeaddead—) best friend, the one who gave him this eye she seems to be interested in. She doesn’t seem to realize that the eye in his left eye socket belonged to Obito; or perhaps she unconsciously does, which explains her efforts in getting close to him.

Spirits are, after all, sensitive by nature and when they cling to something they deem precious, they will always cling onto it. The only reason she probably allowed Obito to leave the town is mostlikely that she’s not a malicious spirit and has quite the understanding of responsibilities an Onmyouji has.

She belongs to the oldest cherry tree in town; he’s not surprised if she knows some stuffs.

But—

But she doesn’t know of this. She doesn’t. Because Obito never returned and the Uchiha grounds are fucking warded from bottom to high ground and not even a non-malicious spirit can get close; only gods and their blessings may touch upon the Uchiha grounds. She has no way to know and she looks so excited, so happy and—

Has she been waiting for Obito this whole time?

The spirit, probably seeing his deafening silence, lets her excitement fall. She watches his expression, as he seemingly opens his mouth behind his mask and closes it again, at loss on how to reply.

Oh.

Her eyebrows furrow, and with a downcast expression, she asks the question she fears the answer of.

(But she knows the answer already, doesn’t she?)

(Because Obito never broke his promise).

(And Obito never returned despite his promise).

“He’s dead, isn’t she?” She whispers, eyes watching the silver haired Onmyouji’s every move, and when the man flinches as if struck, she knows her worst fear has come true—has been true for the past decade.

She closes her eyes.

(I’ll be back, Sakura, he said with a wide smile. He looked manlier than the scrawny little kid that long time ago scuffled toward her tree to ask her to be his friend).

(I heard the neighbor town has these pretty kanzashi on sale, so I’ll buy you one, he promised, a hand grasping her own. With a teasing smile, he said, and then you can finally replace the one I bought for you long ago).

(I’ll be back).

(I promise).

He never comes back.

XXX

Is that hints of past ObiSaku? It is. I am a multishipper, I ship Sakura with a lot of people.

I apologize for the lack of Kakasaku in this chapter, but it will happen next chapter, I promise!

This story will be short, probably only having three or four chapters before it’s completed. I hope you can enjoy the ride as much as I do.

Review please!

#kakasaku #hatake kakashi #haruno sakura #naruto #kakasaku month #misha writes #onmyouji au

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