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cosmal · 2 years ago

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cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!

eddie munson + ditzy!luna lovegood!reader asking him to be her first kiss?

kissing bugs

summary you bring eddie some kissing bugs.

content eddie munson x fem!lunalovegood!reader

note okay so indianapolis does have kissing bugs but I made everything else up lol. also luna lovegood reader is so fun ily harms.

There’s a knock at Eddie’s window. And before he even has time to get up, there’s a knock at the front door. He doesn’t put a shirt on, he has a feeling he knows who it is.

Opening the door, he’s delighted his suspicions were correct. You stand on his front step, a pair of tights and a rain coat that’s stuck into the waistband. You sport your favourite rain boots, yellow rubber caked in mud.

"Hello, Jesus," Eddie laughs and doesn't mean to. You take your boots off before he can ask you to and he's kind of surprised.

"Teddie," you pant, smiling so wide he worries for your cold cheeks. "You won't believe what I found."

Eddie has several suspicions, most of them are exciting though he leaves room for error. He lets you in through his door before your teeth start to clack or his nipples freeze off. He's regretting being so naked.

"What'd ya find, pretty?" he asks and doesn't miss your excited hum as you sit down at his kitchen table. You leave your coat on as rain drips from its plastic hem. He doesn't have it in him to mind, you look too excited and he can always mop it up later.

You pull a jar from the inside of your jacket, dry compared to the rest of you, and place it on the table. It's taped over the top. holes poked through the paper. "Look!''

Eddie gets closer and crouches down. Bugs. Of course, it's bugs. "Where'd you find them?" He reaches out to push your hair away from your eyes and wipes a smudge of mud from your cheek. He laughs to himself, you're a mess.

You're so excited, Eddie can't believe it. Actually, he can, but you've never been this elated over bugs before. Not even when you found those two swallowtail butterflies. Eddie, do you know how cool this is?

"Out behind Mr Nick's house," you tell him. There's a hint of sheepishness to your voice and Eddie knows why.

"Mr Nick's?" Eddie splutters. He has to sit down. "Y/N, that's on the other side of the forest. Did you bike all the way there, and back, in the rain?"

"Well, I saw them out there the other week but I ran out of time!" you tell him. You're exasperated suddenly and Eddie feels bad for tamping down your excitement. Though worrying for you comes like second nature to him now. "I had to go back, Eddie. They only come out before it rains."

"I would've driven you," he says and means it. Two hours for the last trip he took you on. Not for bugs, though he thinks he probably would, a special edition comic book in Indianapolis.

"It's okay," you smile. God, still smiling, Eddie thinks. "I've got them now."

Eddie picks up the jar to inspect them. There are only two. A thirty-minute round trip in the rain for two bugs. Eddie loves you. "What are they?"

You grin like you're happy he asked. "Kissing bugs," you tell him, knuckles rapping on the wood of the table. "They're kissing bugs, Eddie."

"Oh," he says. "Cool!"

You hold them up to the light proudly. "I know they're no spittlebugs, I still haven't found any of those. But these are supposed to be really lucky."

"Lucky?"

You place them back down and look Eddie in the eye. "Well, they're," you clear your throat, "they're supposed to bring love. You're supposed to give them to someone you want to kiss."

Eddie feels a bit dizzy for a moment. Who are you giving kissing bugs to? Who do you want to kiss? "Oh," he tries to act nonchalant. Stern face and slumped shoulder, spread legs. "Who are you gonna give them to?"

You bite down into your lip absentmindedly and slide the jar over to him. "Eddie, why do you think I'm here with a jar of bugs and not at home?"

"You always show me your bugs," Eddie says. He imagines you giving them to someone else and doesn't like the outcome. Last time you'd shown the group they'd all wrinkled their faces up. Except for Robin, for some reason. God, you're going to give them to Robin.

"Eddie, I'm giving them to you."

Oh. "Oh."

"Is that okay?" you double down.

One of the bugs flies against the wall of the jar and it cracks gently. Eddie blinks quickly. "Yeah, totally." He feels like an idiot. "Wait, you wanna kiss me?"

"Yeah," you giggle. Eddie feels it in his chest like a punch, quick and bruisable. "Please, Eddie."

"Wait, me?" What the fuck is he doing?

"Yeah," you nod, raincoat squeaking. "It'll be my first and I trust you. But only if you want to"

Eddie feels really lucky suddenly. A warmth creeps up his chest and swatches his cheeks. "Yeah," he says and can't believe he is. Not that he doesn't want to kiss you, because god, does he want to. He just never saw it happening this way. "Yeah, c'mon, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart," you say under your breath as he takes you by the hand. "Where're you taking me, Eddie?"

"The couch," he says. "Gotta make it comfortable for my pretty girl."

Eddie sits down and waits for you to take off your coat. You push yourself into his side and turn outwards so your knee rests over his. He takes your elbow and holds you close. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You nod.

"Ready?"

"Yeah." You nod again

Eddie laughs and leans in. You lean in too, unthinkingly, like two opposite ends of a magnet. He tilts his head first and he swells when you close your eyes, waiting. He kisses you. It's quick and he leads, he doesn't expect much, and even if he did, he's too busy trying to make it feel okay for you. He's distracted by your soft lips and your breath up against his cheek for him to feel anything for himself selfishly. The soft hiccup he feels from the bottom of your throat when his tongue swipes your bottom lip has him pulling away before he does something reckless.

Your eyes open up, a crush of soft eyelashes that flutter as you focus back in. You're still so close Eddie feels like he could count them.

"Was that okay?" Eddie can't stop himself from asking.

You nod like you can't open your mouth again and Eddie likes it more than he should. He doesn't like how his stomach flips. "Yeah?"

You tuck yourself into his side and fold in on yourself, resting your head on his shoulder. "Thanks, Teddie," he hears you say.

"No," he says, trying to act unaffected, "no, it's no problem."

There's a silence that Eddie doesn't like. He thinks he's disappointed you. "Do you think we could do that again?"

Eddie freezes. "Yeah," he scrambles, "yeah, of course, we can."

"Cool."

"You're not gonna find me more bugs the next time you wanna kiss me, right?" he laughs and throws his arm over your shoulder. He's had you like this before, though this time it feels a lot different - better.

"I don't think so," you laugh.

"Good. You'll catch a cold."

You push your face into his neck and breathe in. "I think the kissing bugs would go extinct, anyways."

Eddie roars with boyish laughter. You're right, with the amount of time you spend kissing him after now, they would've gone extinct within a month.

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unformula1 · 7 months ago

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loscar prompt!: them with tis the damn season by taylor swift

’tis the damn season (LS2 x OP81)

oscar comes back to his hometown, with a regret he can’t find closure to. w/c: 3402 day 41 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium! (series masterlist) masterlist title from a taylor swift song a/n: HI! whoever gave me this, if this isn’t what you wanted PLEASE do not be afraid to reach out and ask for a rewrite lol!!!

Oscar drives down the street he used to walk past every day. The town he used to call home seems a little emptier now. It’s freezing, which fogs up his car windshield glass, turning it a foggy, translucent colour.

He gets out of his car after parking it, deciding to go for a stroll.

Oscar can’t remember the last time he came back here, it had probably been a few years. He throws on his coat and walks down the sidewalk, as he lifts his head, a familiar face comes into view.

Oscar avoids eye contact as he walks past, keeping his head down as he walks past him. It sends a shiver down his spine as he walks past; even with his jacket an eerie cold engulfs his body.

An ache covers his heart. Oscar wants to say something. He can’t.

He swiftly walks past, trying his best to suppress the flashbacks that keep coming back as the familiar perfume clings onto his jacket after walking past him.

Oscar can’t do this. He takes off, bolting as far as he can. He feels the eyes on him, piercing into his soul.

Oscar remembers everything. He remembers it all.

—

“You promised.” Logan says, an obvious attempt to hide his tears, “You said you wouldn’t go.”

“Logan. I know, but it’s a really big opportunity for me.” Oscar tries to reason, with both Logan and himself.

“You said you’d wait for me.” Logan continues, a pool of tears brimming in his eyes.

“Logan… I will.” Oscar almost feels like he’s gaslighting himself right now.

“We should’ve been going together.” Logan cries, a heavy emphasis on ‘together’.

“Logan please-” Oscar gets cut off as Logan runs out through the door.

That was the last time they ever talked. Oscar didn’t even bother going back to apologise. He just left… like the jerk he was.

—

When the coast is clear, Oscar walks back to his car, quickly getting in without being seen.

He takes a deep breath and leans back against his car seat.

He quickly starts up his car and drives further into the city, something in his body wants him to leave but he isn’t ready to leave yet.

He reaches somewhere nearer to the city, it has cafes, restaurants, libraries. It’s a simple life, which Oscar will admit he misses sometimes.

He gets out of his car, walking on a sidewalk which he vividly remembers used to be a mud path. They’ve really refurbished the place.

As he strolls around the place, looking back on the places he used to visit so often, and the people he used to always talk to.

Oscar can’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia hit him.

“Oscar?” his voice rings through and Oscar stones.

Oscar slowly turns around and comes face to face with the person he used to know and love.

He’s grown a lot by now, stubble and all. He’s definitely taller and slightly more buff, guess he’s been working out.

He’s so much more… matured.

One thing hasn’t changed. His smile.

It’s still… perfect. The smile that Oscar always loved, the things Oscar would do to see that smile forever. He missed that smile, he’s been missing that smile.

“Hi.” Oscar says as he gulps.

“I didn’t know you were coming back.” He smiles.

“Yea… uhm, well. Here I am.” Oscar manages. He’s not used to being this awkward.

“You have anywhere to stay?”

“My parents.”

“Cool.”

“I gotta… uhm head off.” Oscar says as he quickly walks past him and back into the car.

Oscar drives off.

He turns on the radio, hoping the music would dissolve his thoughts.

They don’t.

Everything they used to do together comes back. They stay afloat, no matter how much Oscar tries to push them down.

All the moments they shared, the memories they had.

The inevitable question finally surfaces in Oscar’s head.

Who replaced me?

“Shut up.” Oscar mutters to himself as he turns into his parents’ house driveway.

Stepping out, he’s greeted with a multitude of hugs. He chuckles as he returns the hugs to his parents.

“Ozzie!” His parents’ affectionate nickname.

They bring him into the house, letting him place his bags down.

“I’ll go get the cookies.” His mother says, “Make yourself comfortable.”

Oscar walks to the display case, it’s probably all really old stuff. It is.

It’s photos of young Oscar with young Logan. They’re happy, innocent, naive. Oscar places his hand on the display cabinet, slightly grazing his hands over the photo.

They were just teenagers when Oscar left like that, how horrible it must’ve been on Logan.

All those memories, the moments they shared, the experiences they shared, everything they shared just shattered to pieces because Oscar was too afraid to face his nightmares.

The road not taken looks real good now.

Oscar feels a wave of regret wash over him. As much as he hates it, he remembers everything all too well, crystal clear in his head.

“He’s not mad at you anymore.” His mother says.

“What?” Oscar asks as he turns around, quickly wiping the tears off.

“I don’t think Logan’s mad at you for leaving like that anymore.”

“He isn’t?” Oscar steps closer.

His mother just shrugs.

Oscar takes one of the cookies from the plate and eats it. He takes a seat on the couch, staring into blank space.

His mother sets the plate of cookies in front of him and sits next to him.

“You should talk to him.”

“I can’t.” Oscar mutters, “I just can’t. I betrayed him, I can’t just go up to him again.”

“Logan won’t hold grudges.”

“He doesn’t look like he does, but I know he holds them close to his heart.” Oscar rants, “I know he doesn’t just ‘recover’ from me leaving without saying goodbye properly.”

Oscar’s mother places one hand on his shoulder.

“Logan hates me.”

His mother takes a deep breath before revealing.

“Logan hasn’t found anyone else.”

Oscar almost freezes.

“He hasn’t gotten any new best friends or… anything like that.” She says, “It’s always been ‘I’ll be waiting for when Oscar comes back’.”

“What?”

“Logan hasn’t replaced you.”

“He hasn’t?”

His mother shakes her head.

Oscar doesn’t know what to think.

“Still has those photos of you two.” His mother says.

He does?

“I’ll talk to him… soon.” Oscar says. He doesn’t know when “soon” is but he knows it’s going to happen.

—

Oscar wakes up at 11am. It’s probably the latest he’s woken up in a few years. He looks into the ceiling.

He spent half his night thinking about Logan, thinking about him and Logan. He misses Logan’s smile, more than ever.

It takes him pretty long to get his morning routine out of the way before he goes down for food.

“You should go out for lunch.” His mother suggests, “Explore the city a little.”

Oscar nods as he picks out an apple and chews it.

He grabs his stuff and walks out the door, bidding goodbye first before walking toward the city. He’s decided not to use his car.

He reaches the city centre in a few minutes, it’s packed and busy. Oscar just brisk walks around the centre, finding somewhere which looks appetising.

God forbid he gets any peace because he runs into Logan almost immediately.

“Good morning.” Logan waves.

Oscar awkwardly flashes a smile, “Hello.”

“Where you headin’ to?”

“Finding somewhere to eat.” Oscar tries to maintain his calm composure.

Logan nods and smiles, “Okay.”

“Want to join me?” Oscar blurts.

Wait. What.

Oscar takes a few seconds to process the fact that he just invited Logan out for lunch.

Logan smiles, “Sure. Why not.”

Damn.

“Do you know anywhere nice?” Oscar smiles, “Haven’t been here in a while.”

Wow. What a horrible joke.

Logan’s smile clearly falters for a bit.

“I know somewhere.” Logan says, bringing Oscar to a restaurant.

It’s not any diner, it’s the one where Oscar brought Logan out.

Oscar can feel his heart clench.

“I remember this.” Oscar chuckles, but the chuckle feels forced.

Logan nods and opens the door for Oscar, letting him walk in first… just like Oscar did.

Both of them sit opposite each other at a table.

Oscar clears his throat, in an effort to disperse the tension building up… or maybe it might be just him.

“I’m sorry.” Oscar says softly.

Logan looks up from the menu, smiling slightly.

“I shouldn’t have left like that.” Oscar continues, the flashbacks replaying vividly, “It was a dick move.”

“It’s okay.” Logan says back.

“No.” Oscar takes a deep breath, “Please.”

Logan places the menu down as Oscar reaches for his hand.

Logan doesn’t shift his hand away, he lets Oscar touch it.

“I’m really sorry.” Oscar holds Logan’s hand, “I destroyed your life.”

Logan shakes his head as he holds Oscar’s hand.

“I’m happy for you Osc.”

Osc.

“I’ll pay for your lunch.” Oscar says, “Least I could do.”

“We can call it even then.” Logan jokes.

It’s a good joke but Oscar can’t bring himself to laugh, he doesn’t really know if Logan has gotten over it or not.

—

When their food arrives, Oscar’s too preoccupied staring at Logan to start eating. Logan hasn’t changed at all.

All Oscar sees is that small teenager which Oscar destroyed in seconds.

Oscar feels like crying, he can feel the tears brimming.

Oscar circles his food with his fork, not eating any of it.

“Are you not hungry?” Logan asks.

“I’m… thinking.” Oscar says.

The years in the spotlight changed Oscar, for the better or for the worse.

“Of?” Logan inquires further.

Oscar can’t form a reply, so he just shrugs.

Oscar doesn’t get many moments to think, he sort of just goes with the flow. Everything’s so fast paced and it all sometimes blurs. Nothing feels real out there, all his “friends” are really just people who will leech off him when he becomes famous.

He’s faked so many smiles, he doesn’t know which ones are real anymore.

Logan shrugs back before placing his hand over Oscar’s clenched fist “Well, you should eat.”

Oscar smiles. This one is real, he knows it.

Logan hasn’t changed.

The lunch ends quicker than Oscar would like.

“Do you… maybe want to eat together for dinner too?” Oscar asks as he walks out the diner with Logan.

Logan nods, “Sure.”

“Where do you stay, I’ll come pick you.” Oscar asks.

“Same place.” Logan replies.

Oscar almost freezes.

“Still… down the street?” Oscar asks and Logan nods.

“5pm.” Logan says, “I’ll be waiting.”

Logan bids Oscar farwell, giving him a pat on the shoulder and a slight hug before running off.

Oscar can feel his entire face flush red. He’s missed Logan. Everyone else in the world couldn’t compare.

He runs home.

—

Oscar is left with his thoughts for a few hours.

Logan’s not changed, everything else has changed, Oscar feels his heart beat faster every time anything reminds him of Logan.

They used to be in love. It can’t be happening again… right?

Oscar hasn’t felt love in a long time, since everything comes and goes so quickly, nothing is really constant, which includes anyone he’s ever tried to date.

Oscar doesn’t understand his own feelings anymore.

He’s only coming back for a week, he can’t possibly get together again and then break his heart again.

Oscar doesn’t get it.

He hates that he doesn’t get it.

—

5pm inches closer and Oscar has never spent this long deciding on an outfit.

He decides to go with casual wear, which is a sweater and long baggy pants. He grabs his stuff and walks out the door to his car.

He starts it up and drives off Logan's house.

It takes him a few minutes to get there. As he approaches, he sees Logan waiting by the sidewalk. It’s just like they used to do, except Oscar’s mum would be the one driving.

In Oscar’s eyes, Logan is still the teenager Oscar destroyed.

Logan gets into the front seat, right next to Oscar.

Oscar smiles as Logan gets in.

“Anywhere you’d like to go?” Oscar asks as he drives.

“Go somewhere, get takeout, sit by the lake and eat.” Logan says.

Oscar can swear Logan is playing with his heart. These are all the things Oscar would do with Logan.

Oscar nods.

“Okay.”

They get takeout and stop by the lake, both of them sitting on the trunk of Oscar’s car.

They eat in silence for a while, Oscar catches the occasional glance at Logan. The orange glow of the sunset makes Logan sparkle.

Oscar shifts closer to Logan and Logan notices it.

“How’s it been?” Logan asks, placing his food next to him.

“It’s…” Oscar thinks, “Been okay.”

Logan nods, “Mine too.”

Oscar knows it’s now or never, “I’ve missed this.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“I can’t stop thinking about how I left you.”

Logan nods subtly.

“It’s horrible, it’s been haunting me.” Oscar looks into the sunset, “Believe me I’ve been looking for closure everywhere, nothing has given it to me.”

“And what will?”

“I don’t know… but it still is.” Oscar can’t believe he’s admitting all of this.

Everything Oscar has done just led back to Logan and this stupid place. Oscar’s attempts at finding closure have failed miserably, each making him yearn for it more and more.

Logan nudges himself closer to Oscar and pulls Oscar’s head into his chest. Oscar can feel his cheeks heating up as his heart picks up the pace and butterflies flutter in his stomach.

Oscar sobs.

Logan continues hugging Oscar.

“Logan please…” Oscar says as he hugs Logan back tightly.

“I forgive you Oscar.” Logan says, “I’ve missed you too.”

“I still love you…” Oscar whispers.

Logan nods, which is a sign for Oscar to hug Logan tighter.

“I’ll be yours for this week.” Oscar says and Logan smiles.

“I’ll fix everything.” Oscar says between soft sobs.

Logan pulls Oscar back in.

A few minutes pass and Oscar finally gains back his ability to speak in full sentences.

“What now?” Logan asks.

“We could… go for a drive, in my car… and talk about life.”

Logan smiles and nods, hopping off the trunk. Both of them get into the car and Oscar drives off.

He can’t help but catch a glance at Logan every opportunity he gets. Logan’s never looked better.

Everything brought him back to Logan. Everything he’s tried made him yearn for Logan again.

Now he’s got him back (for the week).

—

“Stay with me for tonight?” Logan suggests.

Oscar nods as he texts his mum about his updated night plans, he quickly drives home to get his clothes and all.

After that, they continue driving around for a bit as Logan talks about how he’s been and all Oscar’s focusing on is Logan’s little smile he has every time he says anything.

Oscar feels Logan’s head fall onto his shoulder and he melts. He feels like a teenager all over again, he’s reignited some old spark which he’s tried to hide for years.

When they finally reach Logan’s house, they both prepare for bed as the night sky gets darker.

Logan throws another pillow onto his bed for Oscar and Oscar feels like his legs might just fail him at any moment. At least Logan will catch him.

They both get onto the bed and Oscar feels like he’s in high school again. He shifts closer to Logan and feels Logan’s warm arms wrapping around him.

Logan pulls Oscar closer in and they hug. The warmest bed ever, the warmest hug ever. For so many years, he’s been hugging but they’ve all been cold and emotionless.

He missed Logan’s hug. He missed Logan’s touch.

“I’ve missed this.” Oscar whispers as Logan chuckles softly. He feels Logan’s warm breath graze his skin.

Oscar melts.

“Goodnight.” Oscar says.

“Goodnight babe.” Logan says and Oscar feels his heart pound against his ribcage.

“You too Logs.”

—

It’s 11am again when Oscar wakes up. It’s his best night since he left Logan.

“I should’ve never left.” Oscar says groggily as he hugs Logan’s waist.

Logan woke up hours ago but stayed with Oscar.

Oscar doesn’t deserve this, he cuddles with Logan. Logan lets him do his thing while chuckling softly.

This is teenage love all over again.

“I don’t ever want to leave.” Oscar mumbles.

“Then don’t.” Logan says.

Oscar wants that too, but he knows he can’t break Logan’s heart a second time. He’s not willing to, he knows Logan deserves so much better.

Teenage love burns strong like tinder, but it’ll burn out fast.

They’ll fall apart again and Oscar will break Logan all over again.

“Can’t.” Oscar says.

The mood of the room darkens but Logan just smiles and chuckles.

“I know, baby.” Logan sighs but still keeping a smile, “I know.”

—

The week is filled with emotional nostalgia, Oscar brought Logan out every day to every place, to fix every scar and to heal every wound.

They kissed in the moonlight, in the sunset. Oscar made sure he didn’t drop Logan’s heart again.

“I’ve always loved you.” Logan says, “I never stopped.”

Oscar can feel time slow down and everything else becomes irrelevant.

“You never stopped?” Oscar says softly, and Logan nods.

“I never did either.” Oscar smiles.

“Love you.” Logan says.

Everything closed up properly, their chapters ending on high notes and the pages not burning up.

The emotional baggage was dropped where they left them.

Long story short, they re-lived all their moments, but Oscar made sure he didn’t mess up the end this time.

Here was the end.

Oscar throws his luggage into his car’s trunk. The week passed by just like that.

“It’s time to go.” Logan says, giving Oscar a slight nudge as Oscar closes the trunk of his car.

Oscar smiles, it’s bittersweet. Logan smiles at him, as Oscar holds back his tears.

“Osc.” Logan says and Oscar looks up, “I won’t ask you to wait for me anymore.”

Oscar knows what this means to both of them.

“Then I won’t ask you to stay here for me.” Oscar replies.

It feels like the final end, the chapter which Oscar had always needed to write but couldn’t. The words in the final paragraph which always stabbed Oscar.

“Follow me to the exit.” Oscar says and Logan agrees.

Oscar’s family joins them.

Oscar drives to the exit of the town, passing through a place which used to haunt him and the place where he first saw Logan, where the ache was ever so present in his heart.

Oscar feels Logan’s hand touch his shoulder and Oscar holds back the tears.

As they approach the exit, Oscar’s family and Logan exit the car. Oscar bids his final farewells to them. Oscar’s mother winks at Oscar before giving him and Logan time.

“I’ll miss you.” Oscar admits.

“I’ll miss you too.” Logan replies.

Logan places both his hands on Oscar’s shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.

“Don’t forget me again. You have my number now.” Logan chuckles.

“I won’t…” Oscar replies, he shuffles his feet.

“Goodbye Oscar.” Logan says, hugging him tightly.

“I never thought I’d get a goodbye.” Oscar says, tears flowing out.

Logan chuckles and kisses Oscar’s forehead.

“Goodbye Logs.”

Oscar turns around and he feels a sting in his heart, like he wants to stay.

He gets into his car.

His life will continue, he’s closed the chapter for this, he’s gotten his closure with Logan.

Logan.

Logan who knew which smiles were faked and which smiles were real.

Logan who knew everything about Oscar.

Logan who knew Oscar better than he knew himself.

Logan who only wanted the best for Oscar.

Oscar smiles again as he looks at his feet, walking toward his car.

Everything just led back to Logan didn’t it.

Oscar stops, before turning around and running back to Logan for another hug.

Logan hugs him tightly, giving him one final kiss on the lips before they part ways.

“I’ll come back.” Oscar says, in tears.

Logan nods, “I know you will.”

It’s a bittersweet moment for them.

Oscar gets into his car and Logan waves goodbye to him as he drives off.

It finally felt like closure, like all the ache and sorrows had been drowned in love. It was their season.

’tis the damn season that left Oscar with a healed heart.

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therentyoupay · 6 months ago

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OH MY GOD are you cool with sharing how your husband proposed to you at Neuschwanstein Castle?!!!!!!!!

sure!!! he did such a good job, i love this story. 😂💕

i presented at a conference in 2022 in europe and dragged my then-boyfriend along lol. he'd never been to europe before! we paid for a one-day private tour around bavaria and neuschwanstein for the last day of our trip.

after going inside the castle (amazing), our tour guides (a duo!) took us to the scary bridge (maria bridge) to get a different view:

please know that my husband is terrified of heights lmao.

while we were on the bridge he was clearly nervous and i—i, who went skydiving two days after i turned eighteen, who loves rollercoasters, who likes adrenaline, generally—was likewise not fully able to take in all the splendor of the fairytale on such a rickety-feeling bridge with so many damn people (and with so many gaps below for phones to potentially slip through!!), so i turned to him and was like, "let's go back."

the man took one look at me, told me, "No," and then fled to the other side of the bridge.

your girl was wearing comfortable footwear, but she had not been planning to chase down her man on a low-key terrifying and crowded bridge over a yawning chasm to a mysterious mountain on the other side, so by the time i got to land, he was already 10 paces ahead. (in retrospect, this should have tipped me off immediately; he would never leave me behind!!! in the moment, i chalked it up to his overwhelming fear of heights and a random burst of self-preservation instincts, but i should have known better, because he would not have left me to die for something as measly as a fear of heights lmao... just proposing 😂)

he would wait for me to catch up on this mysteriously winding dirt (read: MUD) path we'd ended up on after the bridge, but then, as soon as i caught up, he took off up the mountain again. :P

"let's just go back! we don't know what's even over here!"

mind you, at this point, i am now walking this dirt path uphill, and there are like, four people over here, and he's not even holding my hand and watching over me as i make my way up the mountain (like he always does!!!), so now i'm doubly annoyed and wondering why he's desperate to get to the top of this mountain—especially since our tour guides are still waiting for us on the other side of the bridge and are probably wondering where the hell we are.

"not yet!"

by the time we reach the end of the dirt/mud path, i am (a) annoyed, (b) huffing and puffing from the mild sprint we just did up this muddy mountain, (c) pleasantly surprised to find a small, relatively private lookout point with a BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL view of the castle.

there is someone there with a canvas, painting in watercolors. a photographer is taking tons of gorgeous photos. there's like seven people in this little muddy clearing and lookout point, total. it's ridiculously beautiful, and all of my Disney childhood and fairytale dreams are totally satisfied lmao. this is the first place near the castle that has been calm.

we're there for a while, completely enjoying the lack of crowds and this totally majestic view.

at last, i am forced to reluctantly admit, "okay, you were right, this fiasco was definitely worth the random mountain hike." i am still a little annoyed, of course, but it's not so bad now. 😂 it's abating.

until he snarks, "this probably would have been a pretty good place to propose, no?"

still annoyed, and now more so, especially since i've been genuinely waiting for him to propose for like six months, i snark back, "well, then maybe next time bring a ring why don't you?"

he dropped to one knee. 😂

the photographer—who was, in fact, just a random passerby taking his own pictures of the majestic castle—sees my then-boyfriend pull a ring out of his pocket and starts ignoring the castle to take 100000 photos of us random strangers in front of the castle instead, as my then-boyfriend-turned-fiancé-now-husband asked me, "will you marry me?"

spoiler alert: i said yes 😂 the photographer later shared all of the photos with us via email and we sent him a nice big coffee shop digital gift card despite his protests. i was desperately clutching my left hand into a crazy-tight fist (with a new big fat diamond on it!!!!!!) as i went back over the too-scary bridge, while my husband held my right hand (finally 😂).

my favorite favorite photo is the close-up of my husband's knee, in which his jeans are completely and utterly covered in mud. 😂😂😂😂😂💕💕

#thank you for reading!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕 😘😘😘😘😘😘 iluuuuuu #therentyoupay personal #therentyoupay ask #sanfangirl-cynicalromantic

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reallyprofoundkryptonite · 8 months ago

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Chunky!Krogan Lore

@duoatomica hehe

And @ziggityzigg , my other chunky!Krogan lover lol

Krogan is 27-30 at the current timeline of this au, depends entirely on the story, and in fact the roleplay this takes place in. It means that this au takes place 4-7 years after Race to the Edge, 3-6 years after How to Train Your Dragon 2 and about 2-5 years After THW.

For more Context of the state of the world:

in this AU The dragons never left. Because the third movie’s ending is STUPID AS FUCK and I will die on this rock.

Viggo Grimborn is alive and well.

Drago is fucking dead as hell lmao. (Krogan also does NOT know this.) Grimmel was the person they faced in the time frame of what would have been the second movie as the main villain and ended up falling to his death where he broke most of the bones in his body upon contact with the water.

Night Furies are also not extinct because Grimmel is stupid and definitely did not kill every single one of them because he is LITERALLY JUST A SINGLE GUY.

Anyways! The background:

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Krogan managed to escape Drago Bludvist at the age of 23. He spent about a year and a half running around trying to figure out what, exactly to do with himself, considering the fact that he was, for the first time in his life, truly alone. During this time, doubt began to creep into his mind, about the fact that he was worthless by himself. That without someone to aid him or guide him, that he was incapable of being useful or worth anything.

Krogan decided to settle somewhere in a forest. There was a village nearby, however he tended to ignore the village in favor of teaching himself how to build things. It put his mind to work and distracted himself from his… entirely unwanted thoughts. Over the span of a few months (with a bit of struggle and intense anger at initially being unable to figure it out, Krogan was able to get the frame of a house up. It wasn’t much, and it was starting to get cold, but he continued to work on it, collecting mud and bricks and wood to his best ability to build the walls and the roof. When he was finally satisfied, he moved on to building and sculpting doors and everything else he needed.

Getting glass was quite surprisingly… not very hard, at least for Krogan. All he had to do was collect sand and throw it in the kiln he had been using to heat his home. and when he was done, he would simply shape it into panes with his bare hands. For whatever reason, he simply thought his skin was far more heat resistant to fire and high temperatures due to the amount of time he spent around forges and dragons. He has a few burns, mostly from Deadly Nadders, however most fire really did not phase his skin very much. In fact, this was incredibly useful for how he made his windows, and how he began to fire the mud bricks he used for his fireplace, as they are both hand sculpted. In several of the window panes there is a clear imprint of some of his fingerprints, permanently there and lovingly crafted into the very glass itself.

As time goes on and the structure is built, Krogan continues to try and distract himself from everything else that was raging in his head, as well as the… other habits he has began to pick up, because of the fact that simply burying himself into his crafts of painting and building and chopping wood for more projects and crushing up beetles and flowers and other items to make pigments for his paints just was not cutting it anymore. And it hadn’t been, not for a while. They did not stop his thoughts. His thoughts of horrible hatred and terrifying pain and fear. That he was useless. He had no direction. That he needed anything and everything to be perfect otherwise he had to start all over again in ripping everything he just worked on apart, nail by nail. It was probably what lead to his home becoming such a large part of him, a perfect getaway where he could just do whatever he wanted within it. Staining wood, making furniture and building a home for himself. Most every inside wall at some point has been painted over with some sort of mural and then repainted again and again according to Krogan’s whims and trying to “fix” things about himself and his so-called work.

About two and a half years in, Krogan gets into a fight with a man in the middle of the streets of the town and ends up getting a new, deep cut in his face that ends up scarring and damages his right eye enough for a cataract to form. Due to the fact that he does not inherently want to go back to killing people (even though he does end up killing the man), he faints and wakes up being cared for by the town’s healer, a nice woman who he quietly pays for her time and resources, and quickly escapes back home, despite her efforts to try get him to stay and heal because of his injuries and her fear of a concussion.

He ignored the fact that binge eating and alcoholism were beginning to affect him. It really wasn’t a big deal after all. He hid the changes to his body, hid them from the world, despite the fact that on all other accounts, he had become a complete hermit, spending his time toiling away in his garden, and only really coming out of the cove to collect booze or seeds for the garden that was beginning to grow far too sizeable for he himself to use all of the products… at least the ones that were not turned into paint, or the fibers of the plants into more canvases for his work. More books, more journals to stuff even more knowledge into them.

His drunken binges sometimes ended with over thirty pages of sometimes… blatant nonsense or just awkwardly scribbled notes wallowing in his own self pity and hatred. It wasn’t like he went through and re-read any of his own work half the time, anyways, unless it was specifically to study whatever bug or animal he had recently discovered or written about. Exploring the forest surrounding the cove, he came into contact with plants that he noted down, and even if they weren’t entirely important in their usage for medicinal purposes, he’d note down their location if he found them interesting enough to come back for seeds from them.

Around this time, he’d continued to make himself new clothing in between everything else. Hunting, fishing, skinning animals, killing the occasional raven for its feathers to sell to merchants in the town. He was still wary of the faces that would stare at him as he came into town, their voices seeming to multiply and expand into a hoarse sound of racket and laughter at his mere appearance. He had begun to stop ignoring his appearance. He’d changed, of course, he knew that, his hair was growing longer, more unkempt, and his mind was desperately screaming for more release. More time.

The dome was constructed about three years into all this. By this point, the mania is beginning to fade, if albeit slightly, however he still doesn’t understand the manner of his thoughts. His needs, his wants. He is still, for the most part, entirely reclusive, not preferring to appear in town unless he needs to sell something, due to the anxiety that rages on in his body towards his self image. Mirrors are for the most part, removed from his home. He doesn’t need reminders as to what he looks like constantly staring at him in the face. His ability to sew has gotten better, and he has started to make himself increasingly more complex outfits and clothing whenever he can, in between the bouts of being drunk, though the need to binge has been waning. Alcohol does everything the food does, if not more with the extra, happy buzz it gives him. It is not true happiness, of course, but it definitely does the trick to make people think he is okay.

And he is completely fine with that.

(Mainline lore coming up)

Viggo Grimborn arrives at Krogan’s home unexpected. He practically lets himself in, and during this time he has been searching for Krogan. He doesn’t know WHY he wants to see the man considering the fact that last they left off, it wasn’t exactly on the best of terms, and he is entirely 100% not at all shocked at finding out that Krogan is very much 100% not thrilled to see him in any way shape or form.

Of course Krogan has changed since the last he’s seen him, but Viggo finds everything about the changes endearing and alluring. It still looks like His Krogan, but slightly different. And he is fine with that. Of course he really does not understand the turmoil Krogan is going through, especially with the extreme depressive episode he’s in, so the… particularly disheveled state of Krogan’s home is unsettling, considering he knows Krogan to be an incredibly neat individual.

Krogan doesn’t take his jabs to heart of course, he has too many other things already on his metaphorical plate, and Viggo can’t help but wonder what some of the frustrated looking paintings scrawled across the walls on canvases that are scattered in their nature, mean. He is allowed to stay, for the time, Except he really doesn’t get to talk to Krogan about… anything. The man doesn’t talk to him, if only in the way of grunts and moderate insults, which, fair enough, Krogan must seem to think Viggo hates him, based on their last interaction, but it feels so hollow and empty to watch his… friend spiral the way he is.

And Viggo doesn’t mean to snoop. He doesn’t try to, but Krogan is… kind of a mess at this point. It isn’t his fault that he stumbled upon the piles of discarded, unfinished paintings that were depicting Viggo himself, and in quite a few of them, there is another man, of whom he can only know is Krogan. He would have had a more solid idea if the faces of the portraits hadn’t been burned out and smudged with charcoal. Even the seemingly newest one, they all depict Krogan as having the body he used to have, even though… according to Krogan’s notes that have been seemingly drunkenly scrawled across the backs of some of the later portraits, that is not what he looked like. The hatred that bled from the words of a man who had always seemed to hate himself, seemed to bleed and boil over into pure self loathing and disgust at “everything he had become.”

Though Viggo was most concerned about how on the last one it mentioned the fact that Krogan had started to harm himself again. He decides to try and shove these discoveries away, and the keyword is, most certainly the fact that he does, absolutely try to do so, though he had no clue how long Krogan had been looming behind him, watching him from the doorway, because it was really only once he heard the man approaching him, was the time that Viggo had to try stuffing the portraits away into a drawer where they had been haphazardly hidden away from prying eyes.

And it was then that Viggo noticed the bloodied bandages that clung to Krogan’s arms. The ones that were kept hidden under long sleeves for the most part. He knew. Viggo knew Krogan knew.

Viggo didn’t have any sort of problem with Krogan’s odd… obsession, over him, but the way Krogan just… stared at him with eyes that weren’t entirely there, like he was looking through him rather than at him.

He wants to help Krogan. Because the expression fills him with dread. He can understand, slightly, why Krogan has changed now.

But he didn’t want to spook him more.

And at the same time, it is no better if he leaves him to rot all alone, filled with hatred and anger towards himself. Viggo knows what that can feel like. It hurts. And he could never wish it on the man that… he finds he still loves very dearly.

His only uncertainty is if Krogan feels the same as him. And, if he will even let him inside his mind, to begin with.

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oblivious-idiot · 2 years ago

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Spellbound

Summary: When one of Lockwood's old friends joins the agency, Lucy can't help but fall in love with her.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort(kinda?), kissing, mentions of cleaning wounds, Lucy realises she's bi lol, and gets jealous of Lockwood

Word count: 1.5 k

Pairings: Lucy Carlyle x fem!Reader

It was a quiet afternoon at 35 Portland Row when Lucy came down from her room, though she wasn't expecting to hear Lockwood and George talking to an unfamiliar voice in the living room after she emerged onto the hall. She softly knocked on the door, unsure as to why the two boys were having a meeting without her, but she was surprised when she saw that their guest was a girl barely older than herself.

'Ah Lucy, this is an old friend of mine, y/n l/n" Lockwood says as Lucy moves to sit down next to him "You'll probably remember her, we've worked together a few times". She couldn't quite get over your scruffy but put together look was, your hair loosely pinned to the sides and your boots covered in dried mud, a long patterned skirt somehow paring well your leather jacket and knitted sweater. Lucy noticed herself staring at you without actually saying a word, so with a slight awkward cough from George she snaps back into reality "sorry, hi, yes, I'm Lucy. Are you here for a case? But, don't you work for Fittes?" she seemed slightly flustered, her voice struggling to form words.

"Ah, yes well worked for Fittes would probably be a more accurate description now, and no I'm not here for a case." You smile at her, your hands mindlessly fiddling with the rings on your hands "What happened? You didn't get fired did you?" Lucy asks, concern clearly present in her voice. "It would seem that I have a tendency for poking my nose into places where it shouldn't be. Doesn't happen to remind you of anyone by any chance?" You joke just as George takes a drink of his tea, almost choking at your remark. "What can I say, we're just really good researchers" George finally squeaks out after clearing his throat, a huge smile on his face.

"I've been speaking with y/n for some time now," Lockwood finally says "she's asked if she would be able to join the agency as we all know her well, but I wanted to get the opinion from the two of you first" he leans back into the couch as Lucy and George absorb the information. "Well I have no objections, we did use to work together after all' George says, which means that everyones eyes were now on Lucy. She tries to keep her flustered thoughts at bay as she looks over to you, "I mean, I guess it would be nice to have another girl in the house, and we all know George could do with an extra hand with the research." "That's settled then, y/n you're officially apart of Lockwood and Co."

Over the next couple of weeks Lucy was almost always caught off guard by the fact that you were there, living in the house with her and the boys. Multiple times she thought she was dreaming when she would find you in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning when she would come down for breakfast, your body just casually leaning against the kitchen counter as if you'd lived there longer than she had.

One morning before a case George was making breakfast for the group, Lucy was sat with Lockwood as she absentmindedly doodled on the table cloth, but her head shot up when she heard you enter the kitchen. "Morning everyone" you said with a yawn, ruffling Lockwood's hair before taking a peak at what George was making for breakfast "please tell me those pancakes have chocolate chips Georgie" a cheeky grin spreading across your lips.

Lucy couldn't help but notice how comfortable and touchy-feely you were with Lockwood and George. Occasionally you'd give them kisses on the cheek in the mornings or when you left to pick up some groceries, which oddly bothered Lucy in a strange way. Was she jealous? No, she couldn't be. Why would she be jealous of Lockwood and George for getting all your attention? It's not like she'd been particularly great at conversation with you, somehow always stumbling on her words whenever you were around.

When breakfast was over, you left with Lockwood to go over some notes you'd made for the case, Lucy finally took her opportunity to ask George about you. "So, what's the deal between Lockwood and y/n, they seem pretty close" She asks, her fingers fiddling with her cup at the table, George although not paying much attention as he cleared up "They've known each other for years I think, since they were both kids. She's a really good researcher too, we worked on loads of cases together at Fittes". "So, did they, I don't know, go out with each other at one point or something?" Lucy jests, to which George meets her eyes and lets out a chuckle, her obliviousness clearly amusing him "Not as far as I'm aware, no. They're more of a sibling dynamic, plus he's not really her type anyways." She gives him a confused look, her head slightly cocked to one side, to which George simply sighs. "She prefers a more 'feminine touch', to put it lightly. She likes girls, Lucy."

During the case that evening, the Lockwood split the team up into two groups: Lucy and Lockwood, you and George. This was so Lucy and himself could battle any visitors and keep them at bay while you and George looked for the source since the two of you had done the most research.

All was going well until the moment George found the source and the temperature suddenly plummeted. The team has come back into its original group of four so you could all protect each other when the time came. Lockwood laid out an iron chain around George as he worked on the source and passed the other to you, which you tightly wrapped around your hand, your other gripped onto your rapier. You all spread out, but keeping a close watch on Lucy as she listened for where the disappeared Type Two had gone.

You could sense something wasn't right, just as you tore your eyes away from Lucy and Lockwood across the room, you could see a deathly yellow glow down the hall, but quickly growing as it made it's way to the room you were all in. "Lucy, is it saying anything?" you asked cautiously as you held up both instruments in your hands, slowly moving in closer to Lucy "yeah, it's angry, really angry" she replied, and a split second later it lunged towards the two of you. You were ready, slicing at the ghost with your chain and sword as Lockwood threw salt bombs, but you weren't quite ready for how powerful the apparition would be as it threw all three of you to different sides of the room. Luckily, George managed to contain the source just in time, and the room went quiet - aside from the groans from each team member as they picked themselves up from the floor.

After getting back to Portland Row, you each went your separate ways to begin winding now - Lockwood and George would tend to be either in the kitchen or living room after cases, while Lucy would clean herself up in her room. You busied yourself making tea for the team before heading up to Lucy's room to check up on her.

"Hey, do you need a hand with that?" you ask her softly when you see her trying to clean some cuts on her face, but somehow still making her jump "I- oh yeah, thanks. There's just a few up here left" she replies, pointing towards her eyebrows and hairline which was lightly crusted in blood. You set the tray of tea and biscuits on the floor as you join Lucy by the mirror with the first aid kit. Lucy looks a little hesitant to give you the antiseptic wipe in her hands but you just wait as you sip your tea on the floor beside her "I don't bite Luce, promise" a soft smile tracing your lips.

As gently as you could, you cleared up the cuts on her forehead, whispering the occasional 'sorry' whenever she winced. "You did really good today, on the case" you said as you began clearing up the used materials and put away the first aid kit, `'thanks, although it wasn't our finest work" Lucy replied as she sipped on her tea, which made you chuckle as you sat back down next to her "well no, but we're still alive and mainly unscathed, that's a win in my books". You looked up to meet Lucy's eyes and the next thing you knew, her lips were pressing softly against yours, before pulling away again. "Sorry, I-, uh-" "You don't need to apologise Luce" you cut her off, before pulling her in for another tender kiss, the two cups of tea steaming beside your laps.

#allie writes #guys i finally wrote another lucy fic!!#this was actually really fun to write ahh #lucy carlyle #lucy carlyle x fem!reader #lucy carlyle x reader #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co imagines #anthony lockwood #george karim

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backjustforberena · 5 months ago

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How did you feel about the finale? I will say, the fact that Corlys hasn’t publicly claimed Alyn and Addam yet has me a bit disappointed in him lol. In the book, he brings them to be legitimized pretty soon after Rhaenys dies. And I don’t mean to sound callous about her death but now that she’s gone he has no reason not to. And yeah, with the characterization he has now, Alyn probably wouldn’t accept but I feel like Addam would jump at the chance to be his heir.

I'm a bit of a mixed bag about the finale. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to be getting in the next season opener which feels a little bit odd. Some of the season arcs felt like they concluded in an unsatisfactory way or not at all, and I think that you need some resolution in a series finale. I also felt like this episode had way more humour than the others which, to me, felt like it shouldn't be the case. Not when you want to prioritise tension and emotion and the raising of stakes and draw a line in the sand. Have levity, but don't have comic relief, especially if it's brand new. It undermines what comes before. So, for me, going from Gwayne and Criston (which was a lovely scene, if felt a little unearned at the start) to Tyland mud-wrestling and asked if he ate people was jarring.

But if you want to ask me any more specifics, I'd be happy to offer my thoughts.

As for Alyn and Addam and Corlys legitimising them... yes, in the book there is the suggestion that it plays out differently, with little hesitation on Corlys's part following the passing of Rhaenys. But there are marked differences which mean that I do agree with the choice not to legitimise them or to bring it to anyone's attention that they are his sons in the first place.

Alyn, not Addam is the elder. And both characters are older than in the book. Alyn, certainly, has held a life free and strived to live a life free of his father and who his father is. He has no wish for glory or achievement that he has not earned, he doesn't try and claim a dragon, he is in the role of protecting his brother rather than following and aspiring to his brother. He doesn't have a maternal influence and he hasn't lived a life of security through that. He feels the shame of being a bastard. He's been in proximity to see Corlys shower favour on his trueborn son. The majority of that isn't clear or possible in the book. Alyn also doesn't like Corlys, and the journey that they are on, as it stands, is such that they haven't spoken about it.

Corlys hasn't admitted, out loud, in plain terms, that Alyn and Addam are his sons. It's all obfuscation. Without that leap, how can he possibly jump to offering Alyn his heir? Because, in this timeline, if he had them both legitimised, it would be to make Alyn his heir. That's the route the show is going down and that's also the perspective Addam has: that the Driftwood Throne would go to Alyn, in this fairytale ending. Addam has enough going on with being a dragon-rider. That's his "story" in the series, as it stands.

Corlys has reason not to bring the boys forward, at the moment, even if those reasons are largely emotional. He is still processing. He is still guilty. He is still full of shame. He's still unsure of his path: still testing the waters to make up his mind, see if Alyn wants it. Corlys, in the book, suffered no such crisis. But our Corlys has and that has to be allowed to play out. He has to reconcile the fact that the wife he now wishes to honour would possibly be shamed by this.

And that it would be, as Alyn says to him, admitting his failures, his flaws, and that he's scraping the bottom of the barrel after all his other options are exhausted: and that's not an honourable thing. The way he has acted is not good enough. But in forging this new path, it's admitting that all his efforts were wasted.

It's very similar, to me, to the crisis we saw him undergo when talking to Rhaenys after Laena's death. He's done all this, lost all this, behaved in this way and it' got him nowhere. Bringing those boys out into the open is a shameful act, for all that it might do him good. It's full of contradictions and complications. And Corlys... he sucks at the complex.

To have made an effort to make Alyn heir (as much as it would have been, perhaps, a natural end to the "arc" that this relationship has had) would have been too premature to happen in this episode. They're just not there yet.

#alyn of hull #corlys velaryon #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon

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misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

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lesson 40 had me all over the place when it came out😭 I got the first snippet on my lunch break, was practically vibrating the last two hours of my shift because i wanted to get home and PLAY

And I was keeping up on twitter from following someone who posts snippets of the lesson and I saw the hard mode part, and I was like "ohmygod is MC dreaming? Did the spell not work? Was our magic not enough?" (because i was slightly disappointed lol)

BECAUSE THAT WAS MY FIRST IDEA BEFORE LESSON 40 RELEASED, summoning the white dragon was meant to be practice, but I was afraid it'd drain all our power and we'd end up stuck in the past (and maybe have to make pacts with more demons?)

but then I was thinking during work "oh god what if the spell failed and MC passed out and that's why everyone is so calm, it's a dream" because I didn't have the full context. But MC definitely left the past as far as we can tell (to where? Who knows)

I'm stuck on that idea that hard mode might be a dream. Maybe the spell drained MC and Solomon, BECAUSE WHERE IS HE, HE TRAVELED BACK WITH MC SO THEY SHOULD'VE BEEN TOGETHER?? MAYBE?? Maybe they both returned to the present and are unconscious in the entrance of the HoL. I'm anxious and excited for season three

- ✨

Okay. Okay okay okay. I've been thinking a lot about all of this, too, and I have to say I think all of us are freaking out but it might not be what it seems.

Because this game is notorious for being stupidly vague and at this point, anything could happen.

At the very end, before they do the cast credits, we simply say something like "I'll be back!" before disappearing into the sky. And actually all that really happens is a couple of the bros nod and smile at us before the screen goes white. What does that mean? Did we disappear? Did we make it through the gate? Did Solomon come back with us? None of this is clear from that brief moment.

The hard lesson, then, is confirming that we made it back to somewhere. It doesn't actually say we made it back to the past or even back to the correct timeline. We just show up in the HoL, by ourselves because I don't think Solomon is with us, and the bros are all like oh hey there you are.

BUT. In true weirdo timeline fashion, they have a feeling that they haven't seen us in a while. And Solomon had said previously that the past and the future sort of impact each other.

Time is a soup. Or mud. I think they're trying to tell us that the timelines have been merged all along. Each instance of the boys that we encounter have echoes of the boys we've met before. They get feelings about things related to us, such as the guest room.

Could we have drained all our magic summoning the dragon? Quite possibly! And maybe we did get through the portal, but due to the lack of magic power we only made it partway and ended up in a totally different timeline.

Maybe we did successfully get through the portal as we needed to, but because time is soupy, we ended up in an altered version of the time we left.

I went back and re-read what Solomon told us when we first got to Cocytus Hall. He says

We all kind of assumed that the brothers also experienced our disappearance. Certainly it probably took Solomon some time to analyze the traces of magic left behind, as he stated. But the only being aside from Solomon himself that we can say for certain was aware that something was happening is Barbatos. Solomon never says that he told the brothers or that the brothers were involved at all.

That being said, it seems unlikely to me that the bros and everybody else wouldn't have noticed if MC just up and disappeared.

I think there are a handful of possibilities at this point.

We've been transported to a time just before we disappeared or shortly after, so the brothers are unaware that anything even happened.

We've been transported to a completely different timeline.

Solomon and Barbatos are somehow in cahoots with Nightbringer and none of this actually means anything.

Due to the soup like quality of time, we are in fact back where we left, but the brothers' understanding of our absence was somehow altered, even if they are still aware that something is off.

Something else entirely different and out of left field because this game is whack and comes up with nonsense all the time.

The details of these scenarios are completely up in the air. Lacking magic, magic gone wrong, Solomon not coming with us for some reason, Nightbringer finally getting involved again, maybe even Michael since we all thought something interesting was gonna go down with him... I mean, the possibilities are endless.

But as of right now, we really don't have a lot of information about where MC has ended up. And while this game has been consistent only in letting me down or making me freak the fuck out, I'm still interested to see where they go next. I'm giving them a chance to bring us a beginning to season three that doesn't leave me going ???? and instead gives me some !!!! Maybe that's a silly thing to do, but I am generally a perpetual optimist out of spite.

And you know, if I really hate it all, I can just go back to writing OC content in an OG timeline where I know what's happening. :)

OOF sorry to rant on your ask, ✨ anon! But honestly, I think any of your ideas could be right. It could be that MC used up all their magic, it could be that the hard mode is a dream, it could be that we lost Solomon along the way somewhere, all kinds of things are possible!

If we're unconscious, though, we better wake up in our tree filled guest room. Solomon can be there, too, I wouldn't mind that at all. Cuties waking up together in MC's bed like ?? what happened?? Oh hey, but you're here with me, so it must be okay. Oops getting into fluffy Solomon nonsense again...

#honestly I'm always in fluffy Solomon land #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #nightbringer spoilers #✨ anon #misc answers

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always-is-always · 1 year ago

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Yah, it's a slippery slope....

Just in case it needed to be clarified....

My earlier post was probably a little vague, and easily mis-understood. I straddle the line sometimes, between the energy stuff and the 3D stuff.

The post was more of a reference to the energetics and to dynamics. Not at all a complaint, criticism of Kookie, or judgement of his abilities or choices in any way.

My observations are based upon the energies that are present that are behind the scenes, guiding what is happening. Someone here shared an ask in which the person referenced Bang PD mentioning that Scooter picked the songs for JK. Scooter's energy and those he works with is what I sense. Hence the reference to my Solar Plexus.

(As an intuitive and empath, my base language is energy, in this life.)

Jungkook does have a long career ahead, post-military. If it is the path he chooses in the long run. He can do literally anything he wants, and has the talent to make it happen.

So yeah, we really don't know what that album contains, YET. Yes, I would bet my last dollar that it is filled with awesome music. AND, JK will probably break records over and over again.

Maybe this helps to clarify my earlier post... maybe this is about as clear as mud.... lol.... but the bottom line is that I love Jeon Jungkook as a Human and I support him 100%, in all that he does. (It's just the Jokesters who try to attach themselves to him that I don't care for.)

Hope this helps. 💜💜💜

#jeon jungkook #jk #jungkookie #jungkook golden #love and support jungkook #jungkook solo album

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writing-oof · 1 year ago

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I Don’t Care What the Voices Say; I Do Not Trust You

This is my submission for Day 1 of the First Try Technoblade Challenge! Because Tumblr formatting sucks, it’s taken like 20 mins to actually post, but I finished this at 11:59 PM, starting at 11:30 lol

It’s RivalsDuo (Dream and Technoblade)

This story has some blood and mostly implied gore. Don’t worry, though, cause it ends nice :]

Technoblade breathes into his hands, the air seeping out of his hands chilled into a fog in the mid-Winter freeze.

Something crunches, snapping sickly like sinew and bone, and Technoblade presses back against the wood of the barn.

Blood is thick in the air.

yes

Yes

YES

At least someone's happy, even if it's probably never going to be him.

The horses seem unbothered, barely sparing a glance to the massacre or to Technoblade's presence in their shared stall.

He's pretty sure horses are meant to have their own stalls, but he supposes that's only for normal horses and not whatever sorts of horses the fae keep.

They look like normal horses, but the four-legged fae now feasting together on Technoblade's Elders had looked normal at first too.

good idea

nom

ew gross

Technoblade scans the bit of barn he can see again, but like the first few times it's clear that there's nowhere for him to run.

Bootsteps squelch on bloodied mud, the four-legged fae sniffing as they creep deeper into the barn, all moving in the same direction like a pack of wild wolves descending on a lone deer. The claws on their hands drag on the wall, a soft scraping sound that sends shivers down Techno's spine.

He tightens his grip, nails biting into his cheek as he holds his own mouth closed.

His heart hammers in his chest.

dont be a baby

fight fight fight

monster pog

youre so annoying

He doesn't have time to be distracted. He can hear them closing in, the creatures passing by the stall with the sheep as if they can smell him cowering among the horses.

The doors to the stable stall creak on their hinges as something hisses and rasps, a thousand tongues flicking the air.

popsicle gone in one lick :(

i hate you guys

Be Quiet. We're about to die.

Something clangs from the entryway, metal on metal shaking the air. The fae hiss and, in an instant, whatever was coming to bother them is gone, swarmed with facefulls of teeth.

Chat laughs in time with the screaming, a sick sort of harmony to it.

die?

technoneverdies

you never die

you wont die

you cant die

technoblade never dies

They're going to eat us, Techno hisses, his eyes burning, What blood will you get then?

Chat stutters to a halt.

Then, all at once, they return.

no non no no blood?

blood? no more blood?

cringe

not very pog

blood need blood

It's whisper after whisper of the same sentiment, all equally unhelpful. Until--

sneak out the back

Technoblade moves before he can second-guess himself.

He can't fight the fae, they're twice his size at least and more than ten times him in numbers. So, running it is.

technosneak

technostealth

shhhhh

focus

The wood creaks quietly beneath him, but the swarm is distracted enough that they only twitch. Nothing sees him as he slinks out of the horse's stall and into the cows.

There, in the furthest corner of the stall, is a gap. It's nearly too small for him, and no one else in the village would have had a chance in hell at slipping through it.

Technoblade barely makes it through, pulling himself as small as he can.

He creeps away from the building and toward the treeline, step by careful step.

be careful

He is.

He's so careful that he barely realizes he's made it into the forest until trees are around him on all sides.

Techno lets out a breath. Still, the night isn't over.

And neither, it seems, is the hunt.

A fae howls, loud and dizzying, and Technoblade holds his breath.

Chat doesn't waste a second though, screaming in tandem.

RUN

Technoblade knows better than to wait and he doesn't hesitate. Before he can even get his bearings, he's off like a shot, following the directions of the choir of whispers deeper into the trees.

left

right

there

faster

He can hear the trees bending behind him, branches twice his width snapping as the swarm gains on him.

Trees rush past him in a blur until he stops, boots skidding in the dirt as he stares at a figure directly in his path.

"Run!" Technoblade shouts, trying to urge them on, "There's fae coming!"

wait

The figure, a boy about his size, blinks. He stammers for a second before shrugging helpless and turning to the creatures that have made their way back into Techno's sight. He narrows his eyes and demands, "Go away!"

Techno's heart drops, sure that this is how it ends, but miraculously--as if puppets pulled by strings--the fae turn around and thud back from whence they came.

what

Techno stops, eyes wide and lungs still heaving. "How the hell did you get them to go away?"

The boy just smiles and waves awkwardly. "Uh…hi?"

He glances down at Technoblade's feet.

Suddenly, all of the breath rushes out of Techno's lungs.

There, underneath his heel, a mushroom bends, one in a ring of dozens.

On the grass, just a few feet from the boy, is a smiling porcelain mask that shimmers even in the shade.

When he looks, rows of needle-point teeth glimmer behind the fae's lips.

fae friend?

ohh

pog

Technoblade, not exactly sharing the sentiment, scrambles back with a scream.

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(So the idea here was like evil cannibal fae? but not all of them just the ones techno runs into and then dream buddy now bound by souls cause baby man stepped on a shroom its all good though theyre buddies)

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hyperfixation-tangentopia · 1 year ago

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So, I just??? Randomly just the motivation for this??? So enjoy more Tealstar stuff ig lol. Tried to do a lot here, not sure how well it worked for me. You can tell I got a little rundown at Tongbi's part, but I was still really determined to finish this, so. Here ya go.

Chikao loved the storm.

The smell of fresh rain and the swirl of dark clouds overhead lit up by flashes of lightning that split the sky in two and sent deep, booming thunder rippling over the land was something she could never get tired of. Every lightning strike lit up her eyes, she could feel the vibration of thunder running deep within her bones, and the entire world was pulled just a little to the side by the chilling winds that whipped past.

She was fond of the world after a storm, too. The way the smell of rain lingered for a week afterwards, clouds drifted past so you could see sheets of rain coming down in the distance as they left, the sudden abundance of greens and the pinks and blues and yellows of plants as they sprouted up, the splashing of puddles gathered in random dips in the ground and squishing of deep brown mud as water sunk into the soil. She loved that. Loved everything about it.

And the best part was that she could do it. On a whim, whenever she wanted, she could summon the clouds and lightning and feel the very storm surging through her bones. She could feel the world come alive in a way so, so different than it did in the shine of the sun.

But, unfortunately, not everyone was so welcoming.

And why weren’t they? What was even the point of limiting her ability to create storms? Why did she have to “register” a storm or whatever to create one? It wasn’t like she was creating out-of-control tornados or setting forests on fire with lightning. Most of the time, it was just a little rain to give the village crops a boost!

But the Celestial Realm hadn’t seen it that way. The first time Nezha had come down to meet her, he had called it “undermining the Jade Emperor’s authority” and “breaking the laws of the Celestial Realm” and “a matter to be taken seriously”. But honestly? How could she take someone that had come down to lecture her about why she couldn’t summon rain without paperwork seriously.

And that was all it had been, for a while. Something funny, eventually just a friend coming down to spar. Barely an annoyance. Not even a concern.

And then Princess Iron Fan had joined him. And they’d struggled over the winds of the storm, trying to turn them on each other to gain an advantage. And then…

Flash

And then people had gotten hurt.

And the Celestial Realm was angry.

Stealing the Peaches of Immortality from their orchard? That was probably just the cherry on top.

But even when they’d come to arrest Chikao for her “crimes” (come on, they were peaches), they’d made a mistake to dare go after Tongbi.

Chikao sighed quietly as she stared up at the endless night sky, the stars twinkling back at her like tiny diamonds against a sheet of inky paint. It felt so close when the storm was swirling around it, the wind catching every little loose thing on the ground and throwing around every small hair out of place, but when the night was clear like this and she was laying on the ground beside Tongbi…it felt so, so far away. She itched for it to be close again, to touch the clouds and feel their water in her hands.

She wondered if, in a world where Nezha had time, where Nezha could step away from his celestial duties and just relax for a moment, they could fly around through the clouds and throw water at each other.

She didn’t live in that world. She didn’t know.

“Chikao?” Tongbi’s soft voice pulled Chikao out of her thoughts.

“Yeah?” Chikao rolled onto her side to look at Tongbi, flattening the grass beneath her.

Tongbi’s eyes stayed on the sky as he spoke and his hands picked through the fur on his tail. His voice was muffled by his dark green scarf as he buried his face into the fabric. “You won’t let them t-t-take you from me, will you?”

A small spark of anger flashed in her chest. She’d said they’d be together forever, and she’d meant it. No Celestial Realm would change that. “Of course not. And I won’t let anyone hurt you, either.”

Tongbi didn’t respond and Chikao rolled back onto her back with a soft sigh. She didn’t want Tongbi to worry. He shouldn’t have had to worry. She dealt with Nezha and Iron Fan on her own fine, didn’t she? And then even when more celestials had shown up, she’d dealt with it. But Tongbi was still worried, and Chikao knew well by then that the only thing that was going to soothe his concern was time.

Time, or get rid of the Celestial Realm’s meddling completely, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

At least, that’s what she thought, as the days went by and Tongbi slowly felt safe being outside of his library again. As toddlers and children became teens and adults. As people aged and grayed and passed.

Until the Brotherhood reached out with a dream. A dream of glory and ambition. A dream of change and prosperity. A dream of safety and comfort. A dream of freedom. A dream of storms.

A dream of a day storms could freely brew in the days, and the skies would be theirs at night.

A dream where the Celestial Realm wouldn’t meddle, Nezha could freely come and go, and Tongbi’s concerns would vanish.

And Chikao took it.

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Tongbi hated surprises.

The unexpected whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t ready for, having to think on his feet and his mind going blank, only moments to make a decision and if it was the wrong one he was doomed. The mounting pressure of what felt like a mountain behind his head and the crushing weight of do or die that he just couldn’t pull himself out of.

And the aftermath was worse. Because then there were a hundred different feelings all weighing him down like boulders, telling him there was some way to alleviate their weight but not giving him a single how-to. Sometimes the boulders were hot and sometimes electric and sometimes just heavy, and those meant different things, but he didn’t know what they meant. But apparently, knowing what they meant and how to sort them out was the very key to getting them under control sometimes, because otherwise every time he thought about the surprise he would trigger another rockslide.

Physically, Tongbi didn’t mind rocks, boulders, or even mountains. Feet on the ground, dig his heels in, take a deep breath and move. He could move boulders, sort out rockslides, split entire mountainsides in two that way. The boulders he could touch the rough or smooth surfaces of were lighter than the ones that crushed his heart and held him down in the corner with tears spilling onto blurry pages, but never had a texture.

Fortunately, people were welcoming.

It had been a strange change after the curious chirps of the monkeys that found him hiding away in caves on Flower Fruit Mountain, but a warm one. Chikao helped lift the boulders off his chest, explain some of the feelings and help him separate them apart so he could think without folding into a mess of matted fur and heavy emotions.

The warm nights of staring up at the stars and pointing out constellations as Chikao worked through his fur were the best nights he’d ever known. Spending days reading books about the sun aloud and telling Chikao about asteroids that flew by brought him a warmth he could never quite explain. Even the flower pin he had, with teal and red petals, served as a small comfort when he was alone, to remind him that someone cared.

Though he had been nervous at first, the village was nice too. Adults were happy to trust him to read about the phenomenon of eclipses to children and watch meteor showers with them, and the kids were always fascinated by his words and eager to ask questions and learn more. Even on days where he didn’t have books, several of them were ready to ask questions and listen to him ramble.

And even as they grew and had more chores and work to tend to, nobody minded when he sat on a bench and read the afternoon away.

Tongbi hummed a tune as his eyes scanned across neat words, written with meticulous precision. Dust kicked up into the air as the click clack of horseshoes went by, but Tongbi was fully absorbed, the rest of the world blurred as he imagined how it would feel to step on the moon. Would he feel lighter? Would it feel like stone on earth, or dust, or powder, or something else entirely? Would the stars look different? What kind of new star charts could he make from there?

“I’m bored!” The high-pitched whine of a kid caught his ear. He almost called out to invite them to read, but…no, they probably didn’t want to hear him. All of the kids he used to read to were teenagers or adults now, and had too much responsibility to bother listening to him anymore, and the new ones probably didn’t have any interest in him.

“Hey, this guy’ll read to you about some pretty cool stuff, if you wanna.” Tongbi glanced up from his book to see a teenager with long black hair running down past her shoulders and freckles mixing with the dust and dirt on her face. He felt a small flower of warmth bloom in his chest. He knew this kid. Did she still remember him?

“Ooo, like what?” One of the children asked as their arms swung back and forth.

“Well, you know the little white things that are up in the sky every night?” She smiled.

“Uh-huuuuh.” The kid nodded.

“Well, he taught me that those are called stars, and they’re actually very, very distant suns.” She said as she walked over to the bench Tongbi was sitting on.

“Woah!” Three kids followed her, their eyes shining brighter than the sun.

“But suns don’t look like that.” Another kid frowned.

“That’s the fun part.” She sat down in front of Tongbi and skimmed the title of his current book. “He’ll explain the whole thing.”

The kids promptly sat down in front of him, staring up with eager curiosity that filled Tongbi with warmth. He started explaining, slowly at first, then faster when they only seemed more intrigued. More children, kids playing in the village and teenagers he used to read to just finished with chores, came around him and sat down, enjoying his reading and explanations.

He hoped this never changed. And, luckily for him, it didn’t seem that was going to happen.

At least, that’s what he thought, as Tongbi’s reading slowly expanded to the entire village. As toddlers and children became teens and adults. As people aged and grayed and passed.

Until the Brotherhood reached out with a risk. A risk of danger and hostility. A risk of battle and bloodshed. A risk of pain and uncertainty. A risk of imprisonment. A risk of change.

A risk of ferocious and bloody battles by day, and wounded and torn foundations by night.

A risk of the Celestial Realm coming down with all their fury, Nezha would be injured, and Chikao being imprisoned.

And Tongbi denied it.

Tongbi denied the dream. Chikao took the risk.

#tealstars #I'm actually #not that upset about this??#I really like the first few paragraphs of Chikao's stuff #and I got a bit run down on Tongbi's part but it's still like #good? maybe a little less?#it's on the likeable spectrum I guess lol #I tried to do a lot here so I hope it worked #if nothing else I think this helps get their personalities down a little bit more #also I'm dramatic as hell when I write I'm aware there's a reason I relate to Macaque so hard XD #I kinda tried to parallel their bits a bit?? I hope that worked #I think I managed to some extent highlight the difference between them I really wanted to highlight #and still squeeze in some other stuff that's harder to get through in just drawings and rambles #anyway actually pretty happy with this one so :333 #please tell me if you notice anything mainly bc I will be super happy if I got stuff across properly :3 #I need to just make a post collecting all the tealstar stuff together at this point XD #y'know what maybe I'll do that #imma go do that now maybe perhaps #anyway enjoy!! I'll stop rambling now lol

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samcybercat · 2 years ago

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Supernatural Characters That I Liked :D

On 2nd April 2023, we finished watching all 15 seasons of Supernatural. My history with this show is that I didn't really know it was a thing while it was popular and then by the time I joined Tumblr it was "that series people on Tumblr like that I don't think would be for me". Up until late 2021, the only things from Supernatural that I'd seen were the Destiel Confession (TM), a short scene of Dean telling Sam & Jack that Castiel was dead and the montage of Sam dying from the final episode. Beyond that, I genuinely knew nothing about the show But in 2021 (I think?) my housemates and I had finished BBC Merlin and were looking for a new long series to try, which ended up being Supernatural. Our set-up was that Gemba had seen up to Season 12 (and thus had to endure us asking many questions about it), but Amber and I had never seen any of it Now, no one needs me to review Supernatural. Enough other people who know more about it than I do have done that. But it's been a long ride and I wanted to do something to celebrate it. So instead of picking apart the good and the bad, I thought I'd simply make a list of the characters I like. This is not an all-inclusive list, as in over 15 seasons there are bound to be a few fun one-off characters who I'll forget. But I tried to include as many characters as possible Starting off with my beloved - everyone's favourite Supernatural character whose name begins with the letter C...

...Crowley! (Don't worry, Castiel is also on the list lol)

I cannot understate how much Crowley kept me going with this show. We'd just come off the back of the Trickster dying and I was bummed about that, but then Crowley came along with all his yelling and his bisexual villainy and I was won over immediately. Everything about Mark Sheppard's performance was a delight and all his interactions with the rest of the main cast were so fun. When Crowley ended up on the path from enemy to frenemy to begrudging ally, it never felt like character-derailment at all. Though having said that, I also fully understand and respect Sheppard's choice to leave because he was disappointed with how Crowley was being written - as much as it was a big miss for me to see Crowley go. Crowley is my blorbo for this show He is also incredibly shippable with Sam

Next up is Sam, Mr. Skrunkly Himself and the greatest shipping bicycle I could ask for Now, some of you who I have talked to about Supernatural might remember me saying that I didn't like Sam, which certainly was true in the earlier seasons. I just feel like in the beginning, Sam's stick-in-the-mud attitude needed a bit longer to bake until he became the absolutely endearing, doe-eyed giant that he would become later on. I also think that Sam becoming a better character ended up lining up quite well with Dean becoming... less of a characters that I could enjoy, so that worked out nicely. I'm sorry that I was a non-believer to start with, Sammy, but I'm 100% a Sam Girl now lol

You're on tumblr, you know who this is I now definitely understand why this website was so obsessed with Castiel. What could've easily been a throw-away character was turned into a series main-stay and I'm sure that a large part of that was due to the clear love that Misha Collins had for the character and poured into his performance. Every time Castiel was around it was always great and, like a lot of people, my biggest problem with Castiel was that they didn't use him enough. They (probably accidentally) wrote one of the best autistic characters I've seen in a while and also, his Dadstiel scenes with Claire and Jack are one of the few times I've really enjoyed seeing a character take on the role of a parent Castiel is also incredibly shippable with Sam (sorry Destiel shippers, I'm Sastiel through and through)

Queen of my heart, Rowena! The treatment of female characters in Supernatural is another topic with not a great reputation, but you've got to believe me when I say that Rowena is a brilliant character, one of the best and most-fun female villains. When she was introduced as Crowley's mum, I knew we were in for a great ride and, sure enough, every episode she was in was charming. Ruth Connell really ran with the concept of "vengeful Scottish witch". My fears for Rowena had been that she would be killed off shortly after Crowley's departure, but I was delighted to see that she continued to be a main-stay for most of the show, ending with her destined death scene with Sam, before being triumphantly crowned Queen of Hell Rowena is also incredibly shippable with Sam, though I've also gotta give a shout-out to my short-lived OTP of Rowena x Gabriel

Speaking of Gabriel, the Trickster was definitely what kept me watching at the start of the series. In the beginning, Supernatural was a bit dry for my taste and he injected that shot of fun into it that it needed to keep me interested. His episodes were few and far between, but just knowing there might be a Trickster episode on the horizon always kept me going until Crowley came along to take the mantle from him. I was glad to see Gabriel return later on, even if I feel like they didn't really use him or play to his strengths quite as much as they did in the early episodes The Trickster is also incredibly shippable with Sam

The best baby boy, Jack! On paper, the concept of Lucifer's son joining the team felt like a desperate attempt by the writers to show a new, younger audience that they were still hip and relevant, but that ended up not being the case. From the moment Jack appeared, he was wonderful, bringing the same energy as Castiel, but with that child-like optimism attached that would lead to him ultimately saving the day and making a better world for everyone. Seeing the trio raising a son was also brilliant and actually the perfect kind of fanfic-fodder the show needed. My biggest regret for Jack is that he came along after most people stopped caring about the show, so he didn't receive the appreciation I think he deserved

I actually feel bad that it's taken me so long to get to Bobby, as he's one of my big faves, but in my defence he wasn't in the later seasons very much. Bobby went from being "Guy who tells the brothers where the monster of the week is" to the actual perfect father-figure they deserved. There was a reason why when Dean gets to heaven it was Bobby waiting for him and not John, and it wasn't just because getting Neegan back was probably expensive. Bobby is another underrated autistic icon imo and excellent boyfriend-material for Crowley. Even though I was sad when his time on the show was cut short, he was one of the few characters who I felt was given the right amount of fanfare for his send-off

Ketch! I love Ketch! He's our fave in this house. After the very dull Darkness season, I had my hopes low and was rolling my eyes when the British Men of Letters were introduced, but then they ended up being so cringe that it cycled back around to being funny again. We would cheer every time Ketch appeared

Yes, I like Bela and think she was fun in her appearances, you're all just mean about her :(

This version of Meg specifically was wonderful and top-tier shippable with Castiel. It's no wonder that she was the one they called back to play The Empty all those years later. Meg's flirty banter was the perfect foil for Castiel's serious cluelessness and I would always look forward to scenes with both of them

I'm gonna be real with you: most of the season-long villains were very hit or miss for me, but Zachariah was one villain who I thought was excellent. It's a shame he was so early on, so I don't remember too much about his specifically, but I do remember enjoying him and how powerful he made the angels feel

Pamela or, as she was known in our house for a long time, The Woman Who Was Fine About Everything. When Pamela first appears she's like "Two brother? Awesome, let's have a threesome!" ...Then she gets her eyes blasted out. When we next see her, Pamela is totally cool with being blind and is even using it to help her work. ...Then she gets killed off. But when we next see her in the afterlife, wouldn't you know it, she's totally cool with being dead. Even when she later appears as a figment of Dean's imagination, she's fine with that, too. So here's to you, Pamela. Wherever you are, I know you're totally cool with it!

Kevin Tran and his mum. These two characters are the absolute example of deserving much better from the writing, especially Kevin. At least his mum got some cool scenes when she tried to rescue him, but poor Kevin was basically the Wincester's hostage who then died to give Dean more man pain. Which is a shame, because Kevin was great and I really wish we'd been given more fun scenes with him

Hannah (Agent Stone version) ...Look, it's Lee Majdoub, the guy who plays Agent Stone in the Sonic Movies! Turns out he had a brief role in Supernatural as one of Hannah's vessels. I wish he'd stuck around, but as a big Sonic fan I'm glad he moved onto other things :')

Claire Novak - I never expected the kid from Castiel's vessel's old life to come back as a full character later on, but Claire filled the role of the vengeful daughter who grew to respect Castiel so well and I definitely wish we'd seen more of both Claire and her short-lived relationship with Kaia. I also had the exact same Grumpy Cat plushie that Castiel gave to Claire, so I was very endeared by that

Both the original Death and Billie who came after him were excellent! Both very different and strong personalities who filled every scene they were in - when these two appeared, you really knew Dean had to sit up and pay attention, because shit was about to get real

Another one of my top faves, Eileen! Imagine my surprise when Supernatural of all series introduces one of the very few portrayals of a deaf character I've seen and she ends up becoming a recurring character and love interest to one of the main characters. Eileen was annoyingly killed off-screen, but then they made up for it by having Sam go to such lengths to bring her back. She had an adorable relationship with Sam. ...Then they killed her off again and left us to only assume that she must've been returned to life by Jack, but never actually showed that. Oh well, I will choose to believe that the blurry woman they showed with Sam in his montage in the last episode was Eileen and they got the happy ending they deserved

Rufus went from having a somewhat subdued first appearance to being Bobby's partner in crime and that was when he really shined. Another character who was killed off far too early, wasting his potential, but I enjoyed the few Bobby & Rufus episodes that we did get

Garth was just a nice guy and I wanted good things for him. After his short, but successful, role as The New Bobby, I'm glad that Garth was able to retire and live with his werewolf family without becoming yet another victim of characters dying by association with the Winchesters

Becky went from being a very fun nod-to-the-fandom character to having that... one very uncomfortable episode with Sam... to disappearing for a long time and finally coming back to be shown living her best life with her family and thriving. Screw Chuck for killing her off, but I choose to believe that she came back

Crowley having a son who was brought to modern day from ye olde Scotland and then let loose into a park somewhere will never not be funny to me. I liked Gavin for the few episodes he was in

...And I'm bored of looking for screenshots now, so I'll cap this off by also giving a shout-out to fan-fave, Charlie, who they once again killed off before they should've done but at least had some good episodes, Balthazar, who was the idea friend for Castiel and gave me big Dionysus Hades Game vibes, Metatron, who really grew on my from his initial introduction as villain to reluctant frenemy, and to Chuck, who was a character who really annoyed me for most of the series, but then once they started playing him as a straight up villain it felt like he was the perfect way to sing the series out. Amara also got a lot better in later seasons from her unfortunate first appearance and it was a shame about her hand-wave ending I have mixed feelings about Dean. Goodnight

#Supernatural #spn crowley #Sam Winchester #Castiel #Rowena Macleod #not gonna tag anyone else #these also aren't in order of faves btw #just what i'd remember as i was writing

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themarginalthinker · 1 year ago

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Hi,

How's the holiday going?

Still can't get over this thing was Jen and Fen.

They sound so sweet, hope I see them in fic soon. so few questions -

Were they married before vampirism?

How did they meet?

Were the hometowns and families ok with their sexualities (homophobic neighborhood or family)?

Did they want kids when not kindred? Did any of your ocs have kids?

Are any of your characters neurodivergent, what do they think of neurodivergence (I know canonically Nosferatu are quite welcoming over them and even sire from them. Except Kaiser is a dick)?

Lastly what do your nossies think of rabbits? Had to ask that question as I'm a bunblr.

Lastly question for you-

What pets do you like or have?

Sorry for 20 questions here :b

Omg lmaoo every day I see yall slide into my dms and I'm like 'ok, how close much can I infodump about my insane little ocs before I spoiler my own story XD'

(My vacation is going well! Excited for fireworks tomorrow WOOO (even though America is doing very, very little for us to be actually proud of.. -_-)

I think...I shall give you a little sliver of an excerpt from their meeting fic/chapter (haven't decided yet if it's going to be its own thing, or if it will just be a non-Charlie pov chapter yet):

The water was more than mud and rain. In the back of his throat, he can taste blood, but God only knew if that was from coughing up bits of his insides when the gas hit, or if it was the gaping, seeping wound the shrapnel had left.

At least it's not raining now, Fen thinks, staring up from his twisted position. The stars, Lord bless them all, were out and shining brighter than he thinks he's ever seen them.

It figures, one could only find this beauty at the bottom of a trench.

And it is because the sky is so clear, and the stars so vivid, and the moon hiding behind her black veil this time of the month, that he sees the outline of a figure pass over them, at the top of the embankment wall.

Walking in the no-man's land.

;)

Jen and Fen were both single when they met. The both of them probably knew by the point they were embraced that they...likely were never going to be men who married. 'Life-long bachelors', a nice way to say it (and in those days, plausible deniability...) Jen especially, given that he was living in rural Appalachia when he was alive (I'm thinking West Virginia, the heart of the coal mining industry in America even today). Their families knew nothing of their preferences towards the same sex, given that sex at all was wasn't discussed outside of what was totally necessary.

One of my ocs has had a child, and was married before they became a Kindred. It's a rather large point of contention in their backstory, but oh, I shan't say who ;>

As far as neurodivergence goes, if you weren't before you were embraced, well buddy, get fuckin ready for THAT experience afterwards lmao. But more practically, yes, I do. My first ever vtm oc Rigby Bennet the Malkavian was schizoaffective and likely on the autism spectrum before being embraced, but had managed to do some university schooling before he met his sire...and things went downhill... I think Nos, Malks, and Gangrel tend to pull from the 'looked over' branches of society, knowing that it could be a chance at a new life, even a reprieve in some ways from the harshness of mainstream society. Not to mention, they're already seen as on the fringes of even Kindred society. I think certain clans tend to group together, even going so far as cohabitating in certain cases. Zephyr has what the others refer to as 'her Malks' which is that she specifically cultivates relations in the local Malk clan of the city. She enjoys hanging out with them, and hey, even disjointed information is still information.

This is also a whole other rant I could go on, but I think in a sense, some clans handle the fact that neurodivergence doesn't magically go away with Embrace, or that is exists at all, better than others.

Sorry if this isn't very coherent, it's early lol.

Do my Nossies think of bunnies:

-Charlie: thinks they're very cute and soft!! She loved holding them when she went to the state fair with her Dad! However...now, she may decide they are good for a monch. BUT ONLY IF THEY'RE NOT SOMEONE'S PET!!!

-Blue: ....well. They're cute. Why are they here though? Are we ghouling rabbits now? Doesn't seem like the most economic animal to add to the hoards, but sure...

-Tweak is Concerned that there's so many types. Why? It's just rabbits! NO CHARLIE, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEIR SPECIFIC COLOR COMBINATIONS ARE CALLED, STOP-

-Zephyr: has ghouled the rabbits and has sent them in a flood to chase Tweak. Look at him run. >:3

As for my pets: I currently only have an outdoor cat, but we used to have three in the house, as well as three dogs, a goldfish, and a hamster. Along with the barn animals lol. I do want to move into a place that allows pets, though. I want a cat, and a snake. (Ball python!)

#answered asks #this warren #vtm #vampire the masquerade #jen and fen

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majorbaby · 2 years ago

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Most of the wips I was curious about got asked but there are a few more I want to know about if/whenever you feel like doing more: hotel california, What religion or reason, and sweet to the soul and health to the bones. lol I'm v 👀 about your take on beejhawk basically.

oh thanks!

hotel california is my BJ timeloop fic.

it's more BJ-centric than beejhawk, but it's in there.

he writes a captain's log to Peg every day, keeps missing her on the phone and just generally doesn't handle the timeloop well. at some point he kisses Hawkeye, out of boredom, madness or something else. Hawkeye reacts well to it, but the next day the loop repeats and Hawkeye forgets everything.

i like this as a metaphor for how whatever happens between them in the war is ephemeral, just a blip in his life that can never grow into anything substantial.

he's put-off by the fact that Hawkeye doesn't remember it the next day, it being such a significant moment for them when it happens - but why would Hawkeye remember it? so he's more snippy with Hawkeye than normal, and Hawkeye's like ?? what's your damage?? and eventually it becomes just a distant memory to BJ too, on one of the subsequent days. no excerpt because the doc is just a bunch of bullet points (i really want to plan this one well).

what religion or reason is my post apocalyptic AU!!! Trapper and Hawkeye are together but BJ looms large over their relationship. this was my way of creating conflict between Trapper and Hawkeye - BJ actually comes off surprisingly well in this one. Peg and Erin's fates are in unknown, but they're not with BJ anymore.

excerpt beneath the cut but just a warning it's first-person Trapper's POV and he refers to Hawkeye exclusively as "you", and i know that's very annoying for a lot of people. i could change it, but i'm a little married to it...

sweet to the soul and health to the bones is my abandoned beejhawk fic. abandoned because the planned ending is off-brand for me now. although yk, reading it back, it's got some useable stuff in it.

what religion or reason

It rains the next day. I wake with every intention of pulling on my slippers and spending a lazy hour worrying over the teakettle.

You have something else in mind. “I want to go see BJ.”

Fucking 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning. “All right.” You retreat to ensuite and emerge fifteen minutes later looking heavenly. I dress without showering.

It’s a two hour drive into the city. You don’t mind. You’re bouncing in your seat with excitement like a little kid.

“I’m getting too old for this,” I let slip.

Your voice, temperate and patient comes from the side of me, “It’s important.” I nod to keep the peace.

Your good… friend. Let’s call him a ‘friend’ for now. Your good and friendly friend BJ Hunnicutt lives in the center of San Francisco, in a towering building that rises far above the mud and waste in the gutters. I have to park three blocks away to find a space that’s clear of rubble.

“You coming?”

“I should stay and watch the car,” I announce. You deflate, but not that much. Nothing’s gonna get you down today, not even the rain pattering loudly against the one raincoat we own. “Be careful?”

You nod and you’re gone, padding down the empty street. When you’re out of view I give into temptation and look upwards. Normally the dust in the air makes me too nauseous to look up at that angle, but on a day like this BJ’s building is surprisingly easy on the eyes, the highest point of it swallowed up by fog.

I wonder if you’ve reached the elevator right now, and if it still chimes to announce its arrival. You’re probably dripping water on the marble floor.

“Hi Beej,” you’ll say.

He’s turning, smiling, his entire focus on you. I have the faintest feeling that you’re the only person BJ can see these days. If I were there he’d nod vaguely in my direction, but you’re the only one who can make him blink. You can make him come away from his window looking out over the city. You bring rose petals to his otherwise colourless face. You startle him. You’re the only person who calls him Beej anymore.

“Hello, Hawk,” BJ responds, lips parted.

I shut myself back in the car, slamming the door to try to talk myself through it before your return. But you always notice the change in me around BJ, even when I pointedly haven’t been around BJ. I can’t help it. I’m out of practice around people in general and I never got used to him. He makes me feel clumsy. So huge and awkward and stupid and unwelcome here. Things I’d never felt about myself in my life.

I tell myself to blink because my eyes are beginning to sting.

Heat rises to my face, shame or anger. Both. I’m angry that you left me in the car. I’m angry that you still want to see BJ, that some part of you still needs him. Meanwhile, I’ve left everything behind. All I have and am is you, and you’re up in BJ’s tower. Some part of me has gone with you.

***

sweet to the soul and health to the bones

He loves the way Hunnicut rolls off the tongue like a smooth, perfect marble.

He never calls him that. Last-name-basis is military hierarchal bullshit or else college fraternity bullshit, and Hawkeye never quite fit into either scene.

Now BJ, Beej– another story altogether. Sometimes they talk about their college days and Hawkeye can see a flame ignite in BJ’s eyes just as he gets going on a story about me and the guys and he doesn’t seem to notice that Hawkeye’s laughter is cut in half. But still, he mostly opens the door on the subject for BJ, because Hawkeye knows it calls to mind better times, and maybe they can make a few fond memories in this place.

Inside, he’s a little jealous, not of the warmth BJ obviously still has for his old friends, but that they got to become friends back home before all this. Many nights he wonders what it might’ve been like to know BJ before the war, before those friends and, guiltily, before his wife.

#sorry this took so long!#happy to chat more on my beejhawk takes w/ you sometime #wip stuff #ask game

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acacia-may · 2 years ago

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Since it's also a ship of yours, how about 🧡💚💘 for David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel? I think it sounds interesting as a ship and well, would be nice to have a bit more about it, like for a lot of rare pairs 🥰

Hi there, friend! Thank you so much for this ask! I was so excited when I saw it that I just wanted to answer it immediately (since I just thinking about them earlier and wanted to keep that momentum 🥰). It is definitely a rare pair, but I've always been really fond of it. I really like Letoile and David as characters (they're both my "Little Trees" 🌲), and the idea of them as a pairing is just so incredibly fun to me because they're so different from each other but I can see them complementing each other really well. In my Future Problems Universe, they are married with three kids, so even though I don't really talk about them (and never finished the story I started writing about them 😅), I secretly love them. 💖 This one of my favorite Black Clover ships, to be perfectly honest with you, and I'm really happy to have the opportunity to give them some attention! 🥰

Headcanons are below the cut. Thank you so much for playing my Bye Bye Writer's Block Headcanon's Game! 💕

David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel Headcanons

🧡-- Childhood/Backstory

David and Letoile didn't really get off on the right foot as they were both selected for the Golden Dawn at the same time (from the same entrance exam) when they were 15 and as the newest members were often compared to each other and forced to team up despite their wildly different personalities. Letoile found David to be wild, boisterous, immature, and irresponsible, and David thought she was a real stick in the mud and would tease her for being uptight and a killjoy. In my mind, he developed romantic feelings for her early on, but (as a teenager), he handled them in a very immature way (mostly by joking around about them inevitably dating one day and/or about her "clearly" being in love with him) which was off-putting to her and made it difficult to see that he was actually, genuinely interested in her and not just teasing her. She made it clear that she wasn't interested, and, I think, in her mind, she really considered him the absolute last person that she would ever want to go out with (perhaps even to the extent of being a little too insistent on this).

However, as they time passes and they deepen their friendship, she really comes to know him better and build more of a respect for him, and she eventually realizes (to her horror, lol. I'm just kidding) that she might actually be open to a relationship with him (in one of those classic "...oh. Oh no." moments 😂). But of course, being Letoile, she tells no one, until she sorts out her feelings. Meanwhile, practically everyone and their grandmother knows how David feels about her--like this big open secret. His attempts to hide his own interest have been nothing but utter failures, and though the majority of the Golden Dawn is pretty convinced that Letoile will never return David's affection, there is no doubt in their minds that it's Letoile standing in the way of this relationship because David (despite his protests to the contrary) would give just about anything for a chance to pursue a relationship with her. They are all genuinely surprised when Letoile eventually agrees to go out with him (but David himself is by far the most surprised--though he'd probably have a difficult time admitting that to their friends). 😊

💚-- General

Back in the early days of their friendship, one of the first gifts David ever gave to Letoile was a compass because it reminded him of her magic. (Giving presents isn't always the easiest thing in the world for him😅). In the future (after they are in a romantic relationship with each other), he is genuinely shocked to learn she still has it and has kept it on her desk all these years. She insists she kept it because it was practical (but, secretly, she appreciates the sentimental value). It is sitting on her desk at the Golden Dawn to this day.

💘-- Romance

David is a really talented dancer, and he absolutely loves dancing with Letoile (even though she is not much of a dancer herself). When they are married, one of his favorite things is dancing with her in random rooms around their house. If she teasingly points out that there is no music, he will provide accompaniment by humming or singing songs himself (sometimes purposefully/playfully badly just to tease her). 💖

#David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel #Letoile Becquerel x David Swallow #david x letoile #letoile x david #bye bye writer's block headcanons #thank you so much for the ask!!#just a little fan 🦅

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