#short interlude for dad

[neonponders]

Part 16 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🚲

Part 15

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 )

~ on ao3 ~

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“Do we need to toddler-proof this place?” Robin laughed. She and Steve watched the littles ride their toy bikes through the obstacle course made from stacked VHS boxes. It was a way to keep them quarantined between the Action and Horror aisles, and blissfully occupied. The toys had needed a little bit of grease so that the little ones could push the pedals smoothly, but as Steve and Robin closed Family Video, the day felt like a victory.

“You guys are doing great,” Steve congratulated as he handed Robin the money bag to lock up in the break room safe. His attention alighted on the headlights flashing across the windows of the store, but relief quickly washed away the panicked rush to hide the littles. “Hopper’s here.”

“I wanna race ‘im!” Billy declared, steering his bike into a VHS box so its tower clattered over the carpet. Steve suspected he liked doing that more than actually riding the bike.

He navigated out of the cashier area to unlock the doors for Hopper with the refusal, “It’s all fun and games until you get stepped on.”

“Ha! He’d have to keep up firwst.”

“No pancake Biwwy. Hop! Did you bwing pancakes?”

The man’s eyes fell to the VHS carnage as Steve locked the doors once more behind him. “No, but I did manage to get you fresh clothes.”

Bikes thrown down, the littles rushed out of their obstacle course to see what Hopper carried in the bag. Steve quickly caught them and scooped them up to get them out of feet range.

On the countertop, Hopper unloaded loud, crinkly bags carrying individual outfits. Steve remarked, “You didn’t have to buy the full dolls?”

He smiled, “That shop owner conned you. Or she gave me the deals. I tried to get the basics: various pants and shirts. Here are two sets of pj’s. This ‘summer outfit’ is soft, though, so wear it whenever you want. And lastly...I indulged.”

Billy was having a grand old time stomping on the loud plastic, but large Steve frown up at Hopper. “What did you...you’re joking.”

Hopper smiled over the Scoops Ahoy ice cream parlor, sailor uniform hanging from his fingertips. “Come on, admit it. This will be hilarious.”

“Yeah, it was so funny when I had to wear it six days a week,” he grumbled.

Behind him, Robin locked the break room and joined the assembly. Instead of being bothered by the Scoops uniform, though, she lifted up a jazzercise outfit. “I’m sure Billy will be thrilled to see his little guy in this.”

Hopper elaborated, “For some reason, those come with the best socks.”

Robin laughed lightly and tore into the parcel as she announced, “Stevie, B-Man, it’s time to give your stinky feet a rest.”

They had seen large Steve get dressed plenty of times to know how socks worked, in theory. As soon as little Steve stood up to feel the soft knit fibers under his feet, his face blushed happily as he wiggled for more of the soft friction.

Little Billy donned the socks as well as the jazzercise shorts and headband. He nodded his head to feel and see his fluffy hair float around his head. “Hewll yeah!”

Robin waved the pink leggings in the air, teasing, “You don’t want these?”

“That’s for the morwning,” he said seriously.

Her features flattened as she looked to big Steve for explanation. He shrugged, “Jazzercise comes on in the morning,” and helped his littler self into a sweater.

Little Steve rubbed his belly once his head got through the neck hole. “Mm, sowft. Thank you, Hopperw.”

Reticent warmth infused the man’s face. “You’re welcome. You’ll need a place to put it all, right?”

One more thing emerged from the bag, but this thing wasn’t new. As he set it on the counter, a faint attic smell drifted off of it. The littles gazed up at the tall, plastic box with a curved arch roof and baroque roses on the outside. Billy pulled out the draw on the bottom so he could reach for a handle and opened it up, only to scream as a dryer sheet fell out.

“Ghost!” little Steve bellowed, and wrenched it off of Billy, who coughed and sputtered.

“Smwelly ghost. Ugh.”

“That’s to keep your clothes from smelling like mothballs and attic dust,” Hopper apologized. “But it’s a closet. Hope you don’t mind the Barbie pink.”

Little Steve helped Billy to his feet with a smile. “Pink looks good on you, Biwwy.”

The pink that infused Billy’s face was more of an overwhelmed red but he touched the headband on his hair self-consciously.

Big Steve pulled the drawer all the way out and said, “I can make some Lego stairs for them to get into here. I guess El doesn’t have any interest in dolls, huh?”

Hopper laughed but something in it sounded constricted. “At all, but also I don’t like the thought of her creativity being taken out on dolls.”

Robin and Steve nodded together, “Fair.”

Small Billy asked, “What’s Eww. Ewl...”

“How about Ellie,” Hopper coached.

“Ewwie,” Billy managed. “Who’s that?”

“My kid. She’s friends with Max.”

Billy nodded like an expert on something. “She’s awight, then.”

Hopper huffed a laugh but finished up, “I’ll get going. Do you kids need anything else?”

Small Steve both wondered and scolded, “We’wre not kids, Hop.”

“To me, you are. I’m old.”

Big Steve answered, “We’re meeting Billy at the store. He called dibs on our next round of groceries.”

Hopper nodded and turned toward the doors. “Glad you’re working everything out. I’ll check up on you all soon.”

“Thanks, Hop.”

He twisted the lock to let himself out, but hesitated. “Hey, what do you know about Eddie Munson?”

Steve and Robin looked at each other and shrugged. Robin provided, “Not much.”

Hopper sighed, “I know he’s the local dealer. I’m not asking about that. I’m asking about him as a person.”

Steve informed bluntly, “They call him Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

Hopper smiled without mirth. “I don’t care what neanderthal high schoolers call him.”

Steve had the grace to look moderately ashamed while Robin explained, “He’s an outcast because he’s been held back twice, plays D&D, customizes his clothes, and is an eccentric music snob. He’s pretty harmless, though. Why are you asking about him?”

“Because I’ve seen him around town acting...strange.”

Steve answered, “That’s regular. Munson is the definition of strange. It’s his normal.”

“By now, kid, we both know there’s no such thing as normal.”

Robin and Steve mirrored each other with appraising, lifted brows. They repeated, “Fair.”

Then Robin patted him on the back. “Get going. You’ve got a date.”

“It’s not a date,” Steve said as he magic carpeted the littles into his shirt pocket. He removed his green vest and stashed it on the shelf beneath the cash register.

“That’s good. Don’t think of it like one. It’ll be easier to be yourself.”

“Robin,” he started, but little Steve in his pocket giggled.

“I’m happy we get to see big Biwwy.”

Little Billy agreed, “Two Stevies make me happy. Two Biwwys kick ass.”

Small Steve laughed, nuzzling their heads together while big Steve gulped in the spotlight of Robin’s keen expression. “You’re gonna be late. Come on, you’ve gotta drop me off.”

[pjsk-story-summaries]

Nocturne Interlude Event Story Summary

TL;DR: An old friend of Ken's stops by Weekend Garage to hear Vivid BAD SQUAD sing. He's thoroughly impressed, but can't help but notice a rigidness to Toya's voice from a history of classical music. Toya resolves to change that.

Though Akito doesn't see any issue in Toya's singing, Ken realizes the problem likely lies in the unresolved tension between Toya and his father. Despite Toya's attempts, he can't seem to convince Harumichi of his passion for street music.

A talk in SEKAI helps Toya realize the common ground of an intense love of music both he and his father share. That night, he thanks his father for sharing that love with him; that love helped him meet his current team and find a true passion. His father might not understand, but this is the path he's chosen. Toya hands Harumichi a ticket to their upcoming event.

Having moved forward from his past, Toya's singing improves dramatically, solidifying him as the glue of Vivid BAD SQUAD. Though none of them had seen him at the event, Toya realizes Harumichi had indeed come, even if he doesn't understand their music yet.

Fan translation (eiyuuou) / Official English YouTube Upload / Song (RAD DOGS) 2DMV

Chapter 1: While helping clean crase cafe, Miku finds a cup with a crack. Meanwhile, Toya practices solo around the station. He feels as though his singing has improved ever since resolving to surpass RAD WEEKEND alongside Akito and the others. Toya goes home and encounters Harumichi, who scolds him for staying out late practicing such a "childish" music. Toya yells back before heading to his room.

The next day at practice, Kohane reveals that her parents asked her to stop doing events since they feared Vivid Street could be dangerous. An suggests inviting them to their next performance so they can see what it's really like.

Chapter 2: One of Ken's old friends walks into Weekend Garage while Vivid BAD SQUAD prepare the setlist for the event. They perform a song for him to ask for advice. He compliments them all, but notices Toya's rigidness from a past of classical music.

Chapter 3: Toya asks Akito for advice. He's surprised Toya's being so open about the issue, considering the events of the Main Story. Akito and Ken don't think there's any problem with the way Toya sings, but Toya still wants to escape from a classical mindset. Ken realizes that it's not Toya's singing, but a lack of resolution with his father and his past, that's holding him back.

Chapter 4: Toya's nervous about confronting his father head-on, but decides to anyways. At home, Harumichi yells at Toya for placing his event flyer over his sheet music. Toya tries inviting him to the event, but he coldly rejects. Harumichi fears Toya's life will become meaningless without classical music, but Toya's frustrated his father isn't trying to understand him and runs off.

Akito and the others realize something happened when Toya kept making small mistakes during practice the next day. An confronts him about it, and the others all offer to help. Toya reveals his past and family situation to the whole group.

Chapter 5: The four go to SEKAI to ask Miku and MEIKO for advice. Miku asks why classical music is ok, but not street, since both are still music. Kohane suggests trying to touch into Harumichi's love of classical music as common ground. Toya decides to tell his father about his own love of street music and how it brings value to his own life, just like classical does for his dad.

Chapter 6: While walking back home, Akito gives Toya a morale boost by talking about Toya's own love of music, how he still decided to come back to it after everything. Toya catches Harumichi arriving home this time and asks to talk. He thanks his father for teaching him the beauty of music and how much he loves his father's playing; however, street music is still the path he wants to choose, no matter what his father thinks. Toya hands his father a ticket to their next event and asks him to see his resolve for himself.

Chapter 7: The day of the event arrives. Toya doesn't see his father in the crowd, but it doesn't matter. He's managed to move forward. The event goes great thanks to Toya's singing bringing the group together.

Chapter 8: Kohane managed to clear things up with her father. They all go back to SEKAI to thank Miku and MEIKO for their advice, too. Toya runs into Harumichi when he arrives home. His father tells him he doesn't see what Toya loves in street music. Toya realizes this means his father did come to the event, after all.

Miku turned the cracked cup into a thyme planter, symbolizing courage.

[autumnslance]

I really appreciate Gulool Ja Ja as a ruler, a father, and a hero in his own right. There were concerns about why the Scions, as outsiders, would be participating in a contest of succession, and everything we learn about Gulool Ja Ja's younger years, and his reasons for the Rite of Succession, neatly addresses that.

As a much younger man, Dad^2 traveled the lands of Tural with his own diverse group of comrades, from all races and walks of life. From Kettenramm as the foreigner, to Cahciua the long-lived Shetona wilderness expert, to Pelupelu and Yok Huy, to Hanu and Xbraal; especially given the animosity between some of those clans at that time.

And along the way, Gulool Ja Ja learned how much stronger they were together. Alone he is a formidable champion, but even Blessed Siblings can't do it all. He also learned about the diverse peoples and cultures of his homeland. It's not so far off from the Warrior of Light's journey; traveling with competent heroic companions as we adventured through the 3 Continents and lands beyond them for so long, loving people and places we found along the way.

But Gulool Ja Ja also became Dawnservant, and now as his years catch up to him, a new ruler must be found. And it's in the conversation after dueling the WoL that he bluntly states his reasoning, speaking to them as a peer:

Even this early in the contest, you must have realized…As potential rulers, all four claimants are lacking. This is why I elected to hold the rite of succession─not to choose a fitting candidate, but to cultivate one. And if no one has impressed me by the end of it, then to no one will I yield my throne. As a parent, I pray that my children rise to the occasion…With outsiders dragged into my game, I am also hopeful that the different perspectives you and your companions have to offer will inspire them to grow. I imagine you in particular have traveled many lands. Known many peoples and cultures─loved them and been loved in turn. Guide Lamaty'i as you think best. Walk at her side and, when needed, push her to walk ahead. Watch over her, champion. Koana's recruits are no less sharp─as one might expect of Galuf's countrymen. They saw the flaws in our claimants from the outset. The other two, though… They dismiss comrades willing to point out their shortcomings, and no good can come of it…

Emphasis mine.

We see this too, in the interludes to Team Second Promise, as Thancred and Urianger turn on their own Dad Skills and gently guide Koana toward his own realization: that innovation is all well and good, but so is taking into account the traditions and needs of his people. As he watches his sister's growth, and how the people love and trust her to respect their ways of life, to help them because it's the right thing to do.

And Wuk Lamat learns and grows, gaining confidence, learning when to rely on her comrades, how and when to face a challenge on her own. The Wuk Lamat after level 96 is a different woman than the girl we met in Sharlayan. She's not done growing and learning, not in so short a time, but the cultivation Gulool Ja Ja put in place succeeds in her and Koana--because they are willing to learn, and listen, and love.

The other two claimants, as Dad^2 noted, don't understand the reasons for the Rite, for the methods the electors choose, or what the Dawnservant is looking for. And they refuse to entertain perspectives that would attempt to point that out, surrounded by sycophants and cronies.

Bakool Ja Ja doesn't learn the same lessons, though he comes around; he was never shown kindness and understanding, never asked what HE wanted, until Wuk Lamat demands he say it out loud. His growth is a surprising one, and along a trajectory he could never have imagined.

And Zarool Ja...his arc is a negative one, and a tragedy of his own making. He works as an antagonist because his fall is entirely avoidable, but utterly inevitable. It didn't have to be this way, yet there's no other way it could go. He internalized all the pressure and potential, all the comparisons, until it ate him alive.

This is a story about the complicated politics and demands of leading countries, of there being no easy answer to peace even when you wish there was. But it's more a story about family, and legacy, and honoring the past while striving to build a better future.

The Warrior of Light sees their own story reflected in Gulool Ja Ja's history, and in the shaping of Wuk Lamat. To fulfill their love of adventure and exploration, but from a new perspective. And taking all that experience and skill and applying it in a slightly different way, though perhaps not so different from some previous side and job quests where we help others and introduce them to friends so they can continue to grow and help themselves after WoL's moved on.

Hydaelyn's brave little spark has long been a beacon of hope for others to follow. As inheritor to the Shepherd of the Stars, the WoL takes steps toward shaping their legacy, still an active participant, but also seeing how those other stars might shine, and like Gulool Ja Ja, finding that some of those stars need a nudge to find their own glowing potential.

[jealousmartini]

BETTER CR INTRODUCTION PT.1

— Welcome home —

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[ # 000 :: BASIC INFO ]

Date of DR :: 2024 / 26 / 08

Name :: Lucia R. Martinez

Adopted name :: Lovely R. adopted surname

korean birthname :: Hwang Chae-kyung

Nicknames :: Keisha/keesh, lucy, liv, kyu

Age :: 18

DOB :: 2006 / 20 / 06

Current occupation :: College student

Ethnicity :: Puerto rican & Korean

MUM: (american)SOUTH KOREAN/Japanese

DAD: PUERTO RICAN/Mexican

Race :: Black (mixed)

Languages :: English, Spanish, Korean, and Portuguese (a little bit of Mandarin Chinese)

Birth family :: Mum (46), Dad (50), older sister (21), and younger sister (9)

Pets :: 2 bunnies. Tiffany(Tiff for short) and Maple

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[ # 001 :: TALENTS ]

Can mimic different artstyles || Plays the guitar (electric, acoustic and bass) , drums, cello, flute, and violin || can cook || can sing, freestyle rap and dance various styles || can crotchet and sew || can scrapbook ||

[ # 002 :: HOBBIES ]

Comic artist (Digital and traditional) || Animator || Music production & Song writing || Fashion style influencing/modelling || Editing (Like tiktok edits lmao☠️) || Creative writing || Youtube content creation (Commentary / Reacting, Animations, Live streaming) || Cosplays || Cooking || Gaming

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[ # 003 :: SONGS PRODUCED AND WRITTEN]

MAGNETIC by ILLIT

Lucky Girl Syndrome by ILLIT

Monster by Lady gaga

Flying to space by Andriod52

LIGHT by RITCHRD

Say by RITCHRD

BROOKLYN BLOOD POP by SYKO

Fluxxwave eternal remix by Release

Lovesick girls (instrumental only) by BLACKPINK

FEEL SPECIAL by TWICE

Trouble by Annella

Girls never die by TripleS

LA DI DA by EVERGLOW

MOLLY by Playboi carti

Heaven sent by ???

etc.

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[ # 004 :: SOCIAL MEDIA ]

[ # 005 :: FUTURE AMBASSADORED BRANDS]

Vivian Westwood || Pandora || Juicy Couture ||

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[ # 006 :: CASH ]

Parent's Networth combined :: 970M

Bank account :: 715M

Cash in purse :: 40K

How much I get paid doing :: Youtube — £20K weekly, £250K monthly || Making music — £450K monthly || Art commissions — £600 weekly || Modelling — £300K weekly

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[ # 007 :: BEDROOM ]

This exact room layout/format

This kind of vibe :: Big, Bright, Pink

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Waiting room intro coming soon😋🤞🏾

@livingmydreamlife5555 @4ellieluv @chichis-interlude @samara444 @revrealities @sincerehimbo @theshifterbear

[rascal-xo]

I LOOOVVVEEE YOUR DOMESTIC GHOST 😭😭😭 could you give us a lil more and maybe some NSFW ones 🥹🫶🏼

Stargirl | Simon Riley x Wife Reader |

Warnings: Fluff + Some Smut :)

Word Count: 838

A/N: This is a Pt.2 to Domestic Bliss, but can be read as a standalone :)) I hope you enjoy it! Lmk what y’all think in the replies 🩷

You stand by the door watching as Simon is lost in his own world, carefully painting the nursery walls in smooth strokes. He's shirtless and wearing a pair of basketball shorts, his muscles flexing with each movement. He enjoyed nothing more than being home with you and being able to let loose. You smile to yourself, feeling a flutter in your belly. You're 4 months pregnant with your first child together. You're only showing a little bump but watching Simon prepare for your baby fills you with a sense of excitement and contentment.

Months ago when you had first told Simon, he stared at the pregnancy test in his hand, feeling a wave of shock and uncertainty wash over him. The reality of the situation had hit him like a ton of bricks.

He didn't know if he was ready to be a father, or if he was even capable being a good dad due to the one he had grown up around as a child. But Simon knew he had to be better than his father was, and he couldn't imagine anyone else being the mother to his future child.

"You shouldn't be here, Love." Simon said, sensing you in the room. "The fumes."

You nod, but can't help but stay, watching him work with such care and dedication. "I just wanted to see how everything was going," you reply softly.

Simon pauses and turns around to look at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your presence. He loves nothing more than seeing you in his t shirts which always end up being too big on you.

"You're glowing," he says with a smile. "But let's get you out of here before you start feeling lightheaded."

You chuckle at his protectiveness and follow him out of the room, the smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. As you step into the kitchen, Simon sits you on the counter and you happily enjoy the view of him with little splashes of paint all over.

He notices you looking at him and chuckles, shaking his head. "What?" he asks with a grin.

"You're a hot mess," you reply, reaching out to wipe away a smudge of paint on his cheek. Simon leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

You run your fingers through his messy hair, deepening the kiss as your bodies press against each other. Simon's hand moves up your back, his touch electrifying as he pulls you even closer. You moan softly, the heat between you building with each passing second.

Simon's lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. He reaches the curve of your shoulder where his t shirt isn't covering, and nips at the skin gently.

As he reaches back for the hem of your t-shirt, he breaks the kiss and pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Are you sure you're up for this, Love?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You smile and nod, your own desire burning bright. "I want this, Simon," you whisper, your breath hot against his neck, leaving kisses against his skin.

Lately more than ever, your drive has been put in full throttle which Simon isn't exactly complaining about.

As his shirt and your panties fall to the floor, Simon moves you a little further forward on the counter, his hands wandering over your body. You gasp as his mouth reaches between your legs, and his fingers finding all the right spots. The sensation is almost too much to bear as your body trembles with pleasure.

Simon's eyes flick up to meet yours, and he hums against your skin in response, urging you on. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot. "Come for me, baby," he whispers, his lips back on your clit, his tongue flicking against it in a way that has you seeing stars.

And then suddenly you're gone, your body writhing in ecstasy as you come hard, your walls clenching around Simon's fingers. He keeps going, his mouth and fingers working together to bring you to another orgasm, before him.

Simon moves to stand between your legs, his own desire evident as he leans in to urgently kiss you with pink lips once more. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as he suddenly enters you.

The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming as you both moan in ecstasy. You move together in perfect rhythm, the pleasure building with each thrust. Simon's movements become more urgent, his breath hot against your neck as he reaches his peak.

You follow soon after, your body shaking with pleasure for the 3rd time as you both collapse onto the counter, panting and sweating.

As you catch your breath, Simon pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around you protectively. "I love you," he whispers, his lips pressed against your forehead. You smile and let yourself melt into him, feeling more content than ever before.

[qwardivior]

Demon Busters Interlude (1)— Muichirou, Senjurou, and Nezuko!

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This took a while but here’s the next installment of the Demon Busters au! This one focuses on Muichirou, Senjurou, and Nezuko. If you aren’t familiar with Demon Busters you can check out the previous part here! In short, this is a modern kny au where people have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates, so the Demon Slayer Corps went through a massive update and rebrand, now they are called the Demon Busters!

—Lore Dump Incoming!—

In this au Muichirou, Senjurou, and Nezuko are best friends and form an unlikely trio of a demon, a hashira, and a normal kid. The word “normal” is used loosely here since despite coming from a long line of fire hashira, Senjurou Rengoku just can’t seem to get it together. No matter how hard he trained he just couldn’t get a grip on the techniques of fire breathing that have been passed down in his family for generations. As a result, he gave up on it altogether choosing to do what most kids his age do and go to school.

Muichirou and Senjurou were introduced by Kyojuro. They go to the same school, and even though they didn’t seem to get along initially they were able to connect with each other despite the Muichirou’s constant absences and horrible memory. After Senjurou’s brother passed way in the battle with upper moon 3, Senjurou met Nezuko when he was introduced to Tanjirou. He thought Nezuko was strange since she was a Demon Buster despite being a demon herself. It made him wonder, if Nezuko was able to slay demons despite being one what was stopping him from slaying demons? Despite everything, they became fast friends.

If you were to ask these three how they became such close friends in the first place, there would probably be a weird jumble of answers. The truth is, they all met because of Tanjirou in some way. They all knew him, and then they all got to know each other, then one thing led to another and they found themselves hanging out with each other. Muichirou and Nezuko get into all kinds of mischief, demon related or not. Senjurou tries his best to help them but sometimes he just can’t, which is probably why Genya became part of their little group as well. Genya doesn’t come around often, being busy with Demon Busting and all, but there’s never a dull moment when he’s around.

Even though he can’t be around his friends all the time, knowing that they’re there gives Senjurou solace. Before he met them, he felt so lonely all the time. He didn’t really get along with a lot of his classmates at school and talking to his dad was…. Not the best idea. On top of that he couldn’t even get into the Demon Busters. His only true friend was his older brother, (and Ms. Kanroji who came to visit sometimes) but even their friendship didn’t last forever as his death came so suddenly. After he died, Senjurou felt truly alone. Until he met his friends, that is. His brother’s death brought him closer to Muichirou and caused him to meet more people in the Demon Busters. Now, with a life that isn’t perfect, but full of laughter Senjurou isn’t a loner anymore, and he gets a front row seat to the hijinks that ensue in the life of a Demon Buster!

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Thanks for reading this lore dump! Muichirou, Senjurou, and Nezuko’s friendship is a very important part of this au and they are extremely silly together! Also this isn’t mentioned in the lore dump, but Muichirou is into photography because it helps him with his memory (I’ll tell you more about this later). Thank you guys so much for your support on this silly au! The new episode that came out actually destroyed me since I know what’s about to happen, and this is my way of coping. See you guys in the next one!!

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

older!eddie munson x popstar!reader universe

very short sorry!

Another Hollywood Age Gap Couple?

written by Glamour Team

eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Eddie Munson (46) and Y/N L/N (25) reportedly seen at a New York restaurant, Munson frequents, on what seems to be a date.

Many fans at L/N's closing night report that Munson and his daughter, Isla (14), were seen in the audience. And later after the show, were seen going backstage.

Now with all the logistics out of the way. Our opinion on the couple, with Munon 21 years her senior, we can’t help but worry for Y/N. 

L/N has talked about Munson previously, in 2018, saying she grew up with his music around the house; with L/N’s father being a big fan of his. Speaking of, with L/N’s father only 52 years old, there only being 6 years between Papa L/N and his possible new son-in-law. 

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steph

@/I_Said_SpeakNow

Sooo.... Y/N's going through her Dear John era???

Hannah @/CinnamonGirl_hannah replying to @/I_Said_SpeakNow no! Eddie's good, he's like a really good dad!

jen @/Y/N_ismyQueen replying to @/CinnamonGirl_hannah he's like... 46... he could be her dad. it's weird..

liv @/iknowplaces replying to @/I_Said_SpeakNow all i know is we're gonna get a dilf anthem

-instagram-

emails_imglad_shedidntsend

liked by _nonsense89, wheredidyougo_amelie, and others

emails_imglad_shedidntsend: our queen Y/N was spotted with literal rock legend Eddie Munson. I assume they met when Eddie brought his daughter Isla to closing night in NY

DressedlikeAdaydream: who is this man? and what is he doing with my wife?

Y/N_ismywife: your wife? 🤨

Jenna_03: daughter? dilf alert 🚨

Lana_isLife: how old is his daughter??

carmen.13: she's 14 but his son is 20

Lana_isLife: 20? she's only 5 years older than her possible step-son??

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brittany

@/brooklynbaby_89

the way he's looking at her? he's good. i can tell.

Lia @/SueMe_Y/N replying to @/brooklynbaby_89 if you go back and watch interviews of eddie from like late 90s and 00s their humour matches so well

Jayden @/mikesmicfan replying to @/SueMe_Y/N what doesn't match is that age gap

Syd @/boy_genius_mywifes replying to @/brooklynbaby_89 i need the dilf anthem. i need the stacys mom reboot. i need them.

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interlude one

Summary: After the sudden deaths of your mother and grandmother, you’re forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke your heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, you vow to get to the bottom of your former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what you’re expecting. a

a/n: look I know I said I probably wasn't going to write Bruce's POV in this fic but I literally couldn't help it. But instead of splitting chapters with POV right now is to just throw in a few short interludes to give a peek inside Bruce's head!

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Bruce's POV

Bruce was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because, if there was one thing he’d learned in his life, it was that it was inevitable. 

He’d been living in a constant state of fear ever since y/n had come home. 

Serial killers, city floods, bombs, that kind of stuff was nowhere near as frightening as she was. 

She’d always, always been able to see straight through him in a way no one else ever could. Even three years ago, when he had purposefully broken her heart, he thought she would see straight through to the truth of the matter–that he was lying for her own good. 

And stupidly, there he’d been, interacting with her as the Batman, waiting for her to roll her eyes in that way of hers and say, “Take off the stupid fucking costume, Bruce.” 

Every time he had opened his mouth, he thought he was done for. And okay, maybe he was deepening his voice to try to throw her off, but that was more out of habit than anything. Everything he said, everything he did, felt like the smoking gun that would make her go “Aha!” He’d even made a joke as if everything were normal, for god’s sake. And all it had done was make her scared of him. 

That only made things worse. 

Now, he stared at the security footage in front of him with an ache in his chest. 

Y/n was asleep sitting up in his private elevator, the one that would lead her down to the abandoned subway station if she figured out how to put in the code. 

He was freshly back from another patrol and had just changed when he caught sight of her on the screen. His heart ached for her, to hold her, to comfort her. He’d been a bastard the past few days even after she had lost her grandmother. He knew it was because he was grieving too, something she normally would have understood. 

But not anymore. She had frozen him out as effectively as he had frozen her out. The chasm between them yawned wider and darker with every passing day, and he hated it. He hated every second of it, but he couldn’t stop, because it was better for her. When the other shoe inevitably dropped and the world found out who he really was, it was best if she was as distant from him as possible.

Even if he kept finding himself drawn inescapably back into her orbit. 

“You’re walking a very precarious line,” Alfred murmured from where he poured over some sort of paperwork. The pair of them had started hiding in the Wayne Terminus station since y/n had gotten into town. It wasn’t on purpose, really. It was simply easier to discuss all things Batman related away from her. 

“I know,” Bruce said. He leaned both palms against the table and stared at her. She looked so small on the screen, so…lonely and broken. His eyes stung just to look at her. And he knew it was his fault. The distance was killing him even though he was the one who had created it. 

“I mean, really, Bruce–interacting with her as the Batman? What are you going to do when she inevitably figures it out?” Alfred set down his pen and took his glasses off. Bruce’s thoughts again turned to y/n. She would call Alfred’s tone his tired dad voice.

Bruce held in a sigh. They had gone over every iteration of this argument in the past three years, only now it was more relevant since y/n had actually met Batman. Before, it was simpler. She refused to come to Gotham, refused to see him, refused to even hear details about him according to Dory. Now she was entirely enmeshed in both of his lives and it was a catastrophe waiting to happen. 

“Then she’ll know.” Bruce half-shrugged. 

“But you won’t outright tell her.” 

“I’m trying to–” 

“Keep her safe, I know. But Bruce, surely you’ve noticed–” 

That she was different now? That she was a shell of herself? That pushing her away had done irreparable damage that he couldn’t see the entire extent of? “Yes.” 

You’ve done enough, she’d said that night. Because he had. He had hurt her, on purpose, over and over again. He was still hurting her. Though it was in her best interests–of that he was certain–it was hurting her. 

“So you’ll just let her figure it out and let things fall as they may.” It wasn’t a question. “Even though it will come back to bite you. You know that, right?” 

Bruce rubbed tiredly at his eyes. “I can’t just–” 

“Tell the truth?” Alfred offered wryly. He twirled his pen then tapped it on a paper. 

Bruce was tired of arguing with him. “No, Alfred, I can’t just tell the truth. Knowing puts her in danger. Knowing–knowing means things will never be the same.” 

Alfred sighed and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Things already aren’t the same and you know it.” He said it carefully, gently. But Bruce already knew. 

“You know what I mean,” he mumbled, eyes straying back to the security feeds again. 

“If she finds out, and you didn’t tell her…the longer this goes on, the worse it will be.” Again, Alfred’s voice was careful, almost gentle. It was born of his affection for y/n, Bruce knew. They both loved her in their own way. Alfred had helped raise her. Bruce’s decision had affected them all. 

Seeing her sleeping there, so obviously weighed down by her grief, Bruce wanted her to know. Then maybe they could stop hurting and work towards making things…maybe not what they used to be, but close. 

Fuck it, Bruce decided, and he heard the words in her voice. 

No time like the present. 

He strode over to the elevator and hit the button to call it down. Alfred stood and leaned on his cane. Bruce’s heart pounded loudly in the silence as the elevator slowly, slowly lowered. A million things went through his head at once. Would she be angry? Confused? Excited? She knew that he used the old station, but last time she had seen it it had been a slapped together garage. 

He glanced around the space right before the elevator rattled to a stop. 

No, it was obvious what it was used for now. The dummy that held his armor when it wasn’t in use or needed repairs was in full view of the doors opening. 

Bruce glanced down, a surge of adrenaline almost making him black out. 

But she was still asleep. 

He frowned then looked over his shoulder at Alfred. Alfred shrugged. 

She looked so peaceful, even in the cramped position she was in. 

He said her name softly but she didn’t stir. 

He guessed that was the universe’s way of telling him it was pointless. 

Bruce stepped inside, careful to be quiet even though she’d slept through the rattling elevator descending several stories and its gates creaking open. He exchanged one last look with Alfred then hit the button to take them back upstairs. 

Alfred’s expression mirrored the disappointment Bruce felt. Alfred was disappointed in Bruce though. He knew without the older man saying anything that Bruce should have woken her, should have finally had a conversation three years in the making. 

Bruce was disappointed that she hadn’t woken and made the choice easier for him. 

He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, his secret would finally be hers. That maybe he could explain. 

But like most things in his life, it was too good to be true. 

When the elevator stopped again, Bruce leaned down and carefully shifted her into his arms. 

His eyes stung again at the familiar scent of her. It was a balm to his soul to be so close to her after so long, even though she was asleep. He inhaled shakily and held the scent in his lungs. 

Her eyes fluttered open at the movement. He stared down at her, arms tightening instinctively, and waited for her to say something, anything. He expected her to shove away from him or maybe shout until he put her down. 

But all she did was nuzzle into his neck and inhale deeply with a hum. He almost dropped her at the mixture of intense pain and relief that washed over him. His heart cracked again. God, he missed her. 

“I miss you,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his neck. 

When he looked down at her again, smiling faintly, she was already asleep again. 

He very gently laid her in her bed. She immediately curled on her side with a little sigh. He tucked her in and hovered there, aching to hold her, aching to wake her up, just aching. 

“I miss you too,” he whispered around the lump in his throat. 

She didn’t wake.

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re: tags on labor in historical fiction post, would be very interested to hear what the four examples you mentioned are!!

ok u know what that tag WAS bait, thank you for taking it. technically speaking these aren't works dealing strictly with labor in historical fiction, they are my four treasured examples of BUREAUCRAT FICTION (so not NOT about labor in history?) i was gonna try to make this post pithy and short but then i remembered how extremely passionate i am about this microgenre i made up. so sorry.

bureaucrat fiction is not limited by genre or format but criteria for inclusion are as follows: long and detour-filled story about functionary on the outside of society finding unexpected success within a ponderously large and powerful System/exploring themes of class and physicality and work and autonomy and what it means to hold power over others beneath the heartless crushing wheels of empire/sad little man does paperwork. also typically long as hell. should include at least one scene where the protagonist is unironically applauded-perhaps for the first time in their life-for filling out a form really good. without further ado:

soldier's heart by alex51324. the bureaucracy: british army medical corps during wwi. the bureacrat: mean gay footman/new ramc recruit thomas barrow. YEAH it's a downton abbey fic YEAH it's a masterpiece. i've talked about it before at length, my love has not faded. the crowning moment of bureaucracy is a long interlude where thomas optimizes the hospital laundry (this actually happens twice or maybe three times)

hands of the emperor by victoria goddard. the bureaucracy: crumbling fantasy empire some time after magical apocalypse. the bureacrat: passionate late-career clerk from the hinterlands cliopher mdang. i reread this book every winter bc it is as a warm bath for my SAD-addled brain and every time i neglect all my responsibilities to read all nine billion pages in three days. it puts abt 93% of the worldbuilding momentum into elaborating all of the ministries and secretaries and audits necessary to run a global government and like 7% into the magic and stuff. there are also several charming companion novellas and an equally long sequel that dives more into the central relationship between cliopher and the emperor which i highly recommend if you like gentle old man yaoi and/or magic, but there's more bureaucracy in HOTE.

the cromwell trilogy by hilary mantel. the bureaucracy: court of henry viii. the bureaucrat: thomas cromwell, the real guy. curveball! it's critically acclaimed booker prize winning rpf novel wolf hall! mantel is really interested in particular ways of gaining and maintaining power in delicate and labyrinthine systems like the tudor court, specifically in strongmen who use both physical intimidation and metaphysical manipulation to succeed. under these conditions i do think my best friend long-dead historical personage thomas cromwell counts as Bureaucrat Fiction (as do danton and robespierre in a place of greater safety. bonus rec.)

going postal by terry pratchett. the bureaucracy: fantasy postal service of ankh-morpork. the bureaucrat: conman, scammer, and little freak moist von lipwig. this is definitely shorter and lighter than the other three entries on the list, sort of a screwball take on the bureaucrat. but the mail is such a classic bureaucracy thing? who doesn't love thinking about the mail? also contains a key genre element which is a fraught sexual tension with the person immediately above the protagonist in their hierarchy, who is also their god-king and boyfriend-dad. you can't tell me vetinari isn't torturing moist psychologically AND sexually.

anyway sorry about all this. if you've read any of these come talk to me about them. bureaucrat fiction recs welcomed with the openest possible arms.

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multi-fandom masterlist

fandoms and ships:

the rings of power: elrond/galadriel, elrond/halbrand

marauders: gen, regulus/lily, regulus/remus

pjo hoo toa: percy/nico

the rings of power

- AO3 pseud: as-summer -

• COMPLETED WORKS

bitter wine - one shot, rated mature, galadriel has always known elrond will make a fine husband some day, it's just hard to accept that his wife won't be her, hard to accept the idea of losing him to another, pre-series, not canon compliant, implied sexual content, hopeful ending.

the missing pieces series - a bunch of short stories taking place in canon and expanding/exploring various scenes.

1. glimpsing light - one shot, rated gen, elrondriel week 2024, day four: outsider pov, elendil discovers something new about galadriel and his ancestor's brother in 1x03, fluff, missing scene.

2. out of sight - one shot, rated gen, takes place in 1x08/2x01, sauron takes elrond's form to trick galadriel, pining, possibly unrequited love, manipulation.

3. scorched earth - one shot, rated gen, beginning of s2, after that meeting in círdan's workshop galadriel tries once more to get through to elrond, pining, emotional hurt, possibly unrequited love, friendship.

4. gaps of sunlight - one shot, rated gen, companion to glints of moonlight, 2x07 kiss scene romantic rewrite from galadriel's pov, the golden light in lindon is very different from the lifeless shine in adar's refuge but elrond's presence makes it just as beautiful, pining, possibly unrequited love, love and friendship mixing into each other.

5. glints of moonlight - one shot, rated gen, companion to gaps of sunlight, 2x07 kiss scene romantic rewrite from elrond's pov, the dim light in adar's refuge cannot compare to the moonlight in lindon but not even the shadows can ever hide galadriel's light from him, mutual pining, requited love, love and friendship and the ways they're one and the same.

6. of the heart - one shot, rated gen, post 2x08 galadriel and elrond meet in the woods to talk, disapproving dad gil-galad, pining, possibly unrequited love, unresolved romantic tension.

pulvis et umbra - one shot, rated teen, a discussion with a mortal man makes galadriel think of her feelings for elrond and what they mean in regards to her and her marriage to celeborn, post 2x07, pining, unresolved romantic tension, love and friendship.

canto v series - elrond and galadriel, giving in to something that shouldn't be. and all that comes after. somewhat inspired by the retelling of Paolo and Francesca's affair.

1. unto one death - one shot, rated explicit, galadriel gives in to her feelings for elrond who was once her ward, infidelity, mutual pining, forest sex.

2. who reason subjugate - one shot, rated explicit, elrond pov after their sort of marriage, thoughts and feelings about being peredhel, infidelity, secret relationship, smut.

the rising of the tide - two chapters, rated gen, 2x07 rewrite, the negotiation with adar ends with elrond in chain besides galadriel, mutual pining, not canon compliant, friendship and love.

at the end of all things series - my works for elrondriel week 2024, all about their doomed relationship and them making the best of their time together.

1. an interlude - one shot, rated gen, day one: secret relationship, elrond and galadriel meet before her trip to the north in 1x01, pre-canon, established relationship

2. glimpsing light - one shot, rated gen, day four: outsider pov, elendil discovers something new about galadriel and his ancestor's brother in 1x03, fluff, missing scene.

3. breathing space - one shot, rated gen, day three: nenya, elrond and galadriel in the middle of their fight during the trip to eregion in 2x04, established relationship, fluff and light angst.

4. by candlelight - one shot, rated gen, day two: prophecy/future, elrond and galadriel have one last night before their relationship must come to an end, post 2x08, break up, bittersweet ending.

• WIPS

wings of a butterfly - two chapters, rated teen, elrond is such a delight that the dark lord himself can't help but give up on his plans for him, eventual romance, pining, crack treated seriously.

as a binary star - three chapters, rated teen, stardust au, galadriel is pushed out of the sky and elrond takes the chance to finally explore the magical world beyond the wall, eventual romance, tenderness, strangers to friends to lovers.

marauders era

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• COMPLETED WORKS

that which is holy - one shot, regulily, rated explicit, lily goes to meet regulus in the middle of the first war just before her marriage, infidelity, running away, mentioned horcrux hunt.

they'll think of me kindly (when they come for my things) - one shot, regulily, rated gen, regulus and lily and the future they'd wanted for themselves the night before lily leaves hogwarts, canon-compliant, secret relationship, break up.

what we do in the shadows - one shot, rated teen, wwdits/documentary death eaters au, regulus, evan, barty, snape and pettigrew living in grimmauld, crack treated seriously.

• WIPS

i'll stop the world (and melt with you) - two chapters, moonwater, rated gen, regulus runs away with sirius but it's remus and the lupin family that he truly feels he belongs with, eventual domestic fluff, idiots in love, light angst.

we ain't angry at you love (you're the greatest thing we've lost - five chapters, rated gen, rated teen, regulus runs away at his initiation and lives on the streets of muggle london, black family centric, heavy angst.

• COMING SOON

the sun will go out - sirius introspection after regulus' death, heavy angst, hurt no comfort.

pjo hoo toa

- AO3 pseud: cabin13 -

• COMPLETED WORKS

unreal unearth series - stand alone works whose themes/titles/ideas were inspired by hozier's unreal unearth album:

1. the first time that you kissed me (i drank dry the river lethe) - three chapters, rated gen, son of neptune au where percy develops feelings for nico in camp jupiter, angst with a happy ending.

2. heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and i) - three chapters, rated gen, post-canon, au where nico left after gaea and ends up at percy's after six years, angst, domestic fluff, happy ending.

3. carving through the dark (hold me like a knife) - three chapters, rated mature, for the 'unreal unearth' series, infidelity/cheating (not on each other), a percy and nico that can't seem to stop chasing after one another, deeply flawed characters all around.

only the sun - two chapters, rated gen, post-canon where nico reveals that he saw them question his loyalty from the jar, emotional hurt/comfort with hopeful ending.

when the sea rises to meet us (nothing left for you and i to do) - two chapters, rated gen, soulmates au where nico shouldn't be percy's soulmate but definitely is, angst, hopeful ending (possible series/more chapters in the future).

what love means series - five one-shots for the 12 days of percico/nicercy christmas. all fluff and very slight angst:

1. to put in the work - gen, aphrodite and percy discuss his blossoming relationship with nico.

2. to have a home - gen, percy and nico talking about their plans for christmas.

3. to be there for someone - gen, their relationship during the years in four phone calls.

4. to make the best of it - gen, a christmas gift mishap.

5. to give yourself to someone - teen, wedding day fluff.

i'd be home with you - one-shot, rated teen, attempt at humor, fluffy proposal fic.

on the mend - seven chapters, rated teen, follows married percico as they go through a rough spot, angst with a happy ending.

all that glitters is gold - two chapters, rated teen, the greatest fairy tale never told AKA shrek au. half-human/half sea monster percy embarks in a quest to rescue a prince from a tower with his satyr companion grover so that the lord of the land will give him his home back free of magical creatures.

growing into us series - all my fics for percy/nico fest week 2024, all about growing and healing and building relationships.

1. the soil and the sea - four chapters, rated gen, nico and percy getting together years after hoo, mutual pining, light angst, unrequited solangelo (from will), moving in together, domestic fluff.

2. gather the pieces - two chapters, raten gen, nico and percy fell in tartarus together au, dealing with the aftermath of akhlys and tartarus as a whole, not actually unrequited crush, healing and getting together.

3. taste divinity on your lips - one-shot, rated mature, nico becomes a god after his death, mourning and grief, worship, getting together, happy ending.

a thousand old graves - one-shot, rated gen, middle earth setting, percy coming to terms with what his boyfriend's immortality means, elf nico/human percy, established relationship, bittersweet ending.

• WIPS

the relinquishment of logic - three chapters, rated explicit, the haunting of hill house au, horror, mystery, major/minor character death, grief, cousin incest, eventual happy ending.

colored in love - three chapters, rated teen, buddy daddies au, assassins/hitmen percico accidentally adopt a child, found family, humor, angst/fluff, happy ending.

devotee - eight chapters, rated explicit, post-canon percy and nico as friends with benefits, pining, slight angst, past emotional cheating (light and not on each other).

inherent vice - four chapters, rated explicit, hunger games au, angst, minor character death, hunger games canon violence, grief, murder, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, district one nico and district twelve percy.

to the ends of the earth (would you follow me?) - three chapters, rated gen, percy and nico meet in the lotus casino, mix of show and book, slow burn, eventual romance, friends to lovers, inspired by @g0thnico's post.

what was holding up the ground (it was you all the way down) - one chapter, raten teen, percy struggling with his sexuality after years of being exposed to heteronormativity.

in the dark of sleep - four chapters, rated explicit, russian doll au, time loops, temporary character death, post-canon percy and nico keep dying and reliving percy's 21st birthday.

• COMING SOON

when the earth is trembling on some new beginning - sequel to "when the sea rises to meet us (nothing left for you and i to do)", shouldn't be soulmates but definitely are percico dealing with the fallout of their new relationship.

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hiya katie! i hope you're having a lovely evening. could i please request "27. — boxes" for....ellie and bucky, please? (or anyone you are feeling!) <3 — @shoshiwrites

A/N: Hiya Sho! I had another person ask for more of Bucky and Ellie as they settle into their relationship, so combining these two prompts if that's ok! This one is another lil interlude. Pals, I'll take more prompts from this list if you've got 'em!

When the box first arrived on Ellie's doorstep courtesy of the mailman, she set it on the kitchen table and refused to look at it for the rest of the day.

She'd stop by the cluttered table and pretend it wasn't there, worrying her thumbnail with her teeth.

"D'ya think it's a bomb?" Her brother whispers in her ear, and she jumps.

"You startled me!" She smacks at his arm, and he laughs as he ducks out of the way.

"What are we looking at? Mail?"

"It's not just mail," she says, exasperated. "It's-- it's from John's--"

Her brother picks it up, an absolutely irritating smile growing on his face. "His mother!" He squawks, shoving it at her like she hadn't already realized where it had come from, seeing the Wisconsin postmark. "Do you think he knows she sent something?"

"I suspect not, or if he did, he was too embarrassed to say anything."

Her brother laughs again, and Ellie flushes. "Don't you dare say anything when he comes for dinner."

"Aren't you going to open it?"

Ellie feels so foolish - she can't explain why she's so nervous. It's just that it's Bucky's mother, and it feels serious in a way that she wasn't prepared for.

(There's also a niggling voice in the back of her mind reminding her that John said he only got one or two letters from his mother while he was in the Stalag, and even though she doesn't know the reasoning behind it, it still makes protectiveness surge up inside her - she wishes Mrs. Egan would have sent a package to her son, instead)

It's hours later when Bucky - and Buck, she's delighted to see - arrive. Bucky has a bouquet of flowers tucked under one arm, and he's laughing as he holds open the front gate for his friend.

She loves seeing him laugh.

She pulls open the door before they can knock. Marvels at how they mirror each other - both pulling off their caps, smoothing their hair.

"Majors," she drawls.

"Ma'am," Buck greets her with an amused half-smile. "Hope you don't mind I'm crashing your dinner."

"Of course not." Ellie steps closer to pull him into a one-armed hug. His arm tightens around her shoulder. "Go on in, Dad and Henry are in the kitchen."

Inside, introductions are made. Henry tries not to look too in awe of the Majors, but at fifteen, it's hard for him to hide it.

Ellie heads to the kitchen to finish up the last of the veggie pie she's been working on - the farmer down the way miraculously still had some butter on hand, and she's been babying a pie crust all afternoon.

She smiles to herself when Bucky's familiar footfalls sound behind her. His arms slide around her waist, and she grins, even as her cheeks warm.

"Behave yourself."

He hums. "Always."

She turns around to get a good look at him. His eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles, and she hopes to see that look on his face for the rest of both their lives.

"Hello." She whispers.

He closes the distance between them. The kiss is light and chaste but still sets her heart racing. "Hi." He replies when they break apart. "You're sure you've got enough for one more person?" His expression turns concerned. "I don't want to put you out if you were planning on only feeding four."

"I have enough. You both need to eat, anyway."

He kisses her temple. "Too good to me." He mutters. He busies himself setting the table, and she hears the moment he stops short. Her eyes widen when she remembers.

"Oh!" She turns around quickly to find him frowning, the box already in his hand.

"Uh-- this is from..."

"Your mother. I got it today."

He looks at her, confused. "I... I have no idea what this is. How did she--"

Ellie fidgets. "I may have snooped the last time you left me alone in your room for a minute. I wanted your home address so I could write to her."

Bucky doesn't look angry or upset, he just looks so bewildered, Ellie could laugh. "You wrote to my..."

"Everything alright?" God bless Gale Cleven, Ellie thinks.

"Fine!" She says breezily, shoving a serving bowl and cutlery in his hands. "Set these out for me?"

He does as he's asked, but he keeps an eye on his friend. Ellie's heart clenches. She wonders how often he had to do this, had to study Bucky's expression to try to figure out if something was wrong.

"My mother sent El a package." Bucky says.

"Wedding dress?"

John gapes at his friend. Gale, on the other hand, is sporting a shit-eating grin not unlike the one Henry had earlier. "I-- we're-- why would you--"

"Relax, Egan. Just assumed."

"You think I wouldn't have told you--"

"It was a joke." Buck looks at Ellie for help. "That was a joke, Ellie."

"I know." She flaps her hands at her side uselessly. "I haven't opened it yet. I was... I was nervous! I know it's silly."

"Oh, god, Ma..." Bucky mutters, almost to himself. It makes a hysterical laugh bubble up out of Ellie. "You'd better go on then, I won't be able to eat unless I know she didn't send you my most embarrassing childhood photos."

"Neither will I." Gale deadpans.

Bucky hands Ellie the box across the dining room table, and she sets it down with nervous hands, reaching for her kitchen scissors to cut the ties.

Inside are a few bars of chocolate, which she knows Henry will swipe given half the chance, a small framed photo of Bucky in uniform, and a few sheafs of paper tucked into a brand-new leather bound diary.

She unfolds the letter first, muttering to herself about it being too much.

Bucky watches as her eyes well up as she reads, and feels himself practically vibrating as he tries to imagine what Mrs. Frances Egan has said to this woman he's pretty confident is going to be his wife one day. He's nervous and happy all wrapped up in one - he never told Ellie that he had written to his mother when he got back to Thorpe Abbotts to firstly reassure her that he was in one piece, but also to tell her that he thought he had found the woman of his dreams.

Knowing that Ellie had written to her without his knowledge... far from being upset that she kept it from him, he's touched because knowing Ellie, knowing what her own letters to him had been like, he knows she was writing to introduce herself, to tell someone important to him that she was taking care of him. He just knows it, without even having read the words.

"El?" Gale asks, and god if Bucky doesn't love seeing his best friend treat his girl like a sister. The quiet affection they have for each other already is like a balm for his soul after the last year and a half of a cold, gray, unfeeling existence.

"I'm okay," she insists, "It's-- oh, she's so nice." Ellie says, passing the letter off to John. "There's a page addressed to you; I didn't read it."

John still feels as if he's been whacked upside the head. This entire thing is so unexpected.

His mother tells Ellie (Eleanor, she had written) that she was so happy to hear from her, that she hopes Ellie has seen for herself that John was in one piece, and she talks at length about John's sisters. It makes him smile, to see how easily she's bringing Ellie into their lives.

The part, he's pretty sure, that had made Ellie cry was at the end. My son is so lucky to have someone like you to take care of him, though he'll deny he needs help at all. He's stubborn, but it sounds like you are as well. That's good - keep him in line for me. I've enclosed a journal and some stationary. Please keep writing if you'd like. The girls and I will be seeing you in person soon, I'm sure. I hope, anyway.

The page addressed to him is short and sweet. His mother writes in a vaguely threatening tone that he better make an honest woman out of Eleanor Peters soon. His heart rate kicks up when she asks if there's another, smaller box that she should send over soon.

Buck makes himself scarce after the table is set, with a knowing look at Bucky that makes him roll his eyes.

He walks over to Ellie, who is struggling to meet his eyes. He finds it so so endearing. "El." His fingers find her chin, tipping it up until she meets his eyes. "You wrote to my mother."

"'Course I did." She says, embarrassed. "Had to let her know her son was alive and well. You probably sent her half a page. 'Back from Stalag. In the hospital. Don't worry'", she mimics his deeper voice.

That pretty much is what Bucky sent home, but he doesn't admit it.

"Thank you. I hope this isn't-- I hope this didn't scare you off."

"It's too much. I can't accept this--" she says, but he's already shaking his head, hand sliding along her cheek until it threads through her hair, hand massaging her scalp in a way that is always so comforting when she does it to him.

"It's a gift. She wants you to have it, and honestly I'll be offended if you don't put that picture on your bedside table." He bats his lashes rapidly.

"Oh, shut up." She huffs, laughing. "Dinner is going to get cold."

He kisses her forehead, but lets her go, and they call her Dad, Henry, and Gale back into the dining room to sit down. Bucky regales her brother with stories while Buck chimes in once in a while to correct the record, much to his friend's chagrin, and over the rims of his glasses, her father grins at him.

This is the fullest their little house has been in a long time. Her chest tightens at the thought of leaving it behind, even if it is to go home with Bucky.

She tries to leave her worries for another day. In the meantime, she's already started to think of what she can send Mrs. Egan and her daughters in return.

Under the table, Bucky's hand finds hers, and he squeezes, like he can tell her brain is going a thousand miles an hour.

She smiles. She'll start packing a box in the morning.

[lavendel081]

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                  🌻Lavendel Comic  Masterpost  🌻

Hello! I’m Lavendel and I mostly draw Stardew Valley related stuff (Sebastian  :D). I’ve been on a journey to learn how to make comics and manga, so I can convey my stories. I really enjoy drawing Papa (Dilf hehe) Seb, so you will find that a lot on here too.

Here is a summary of all the comics I made so far and I hope I can make many more in the future to tell my farmers and also other characters stories! Thank you for always supporting me!

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Main

EP1: First meeting 

Alternative First Meeting / Seb POV

EP2: Meeting Sebastian 1 2 

EP3: Spring 1 2

EP4: Strange Tower 

EP5: Opening up 1 2

EP6:  Meeting Haley 1 2

EP7:  Egg Festival 1 2 [Part 1 only partly]

Ep8: Meeting Penny 1

EP9: Wizard Tower 1

EP10: First Band Practice 1

EP11:  Crush Part One 1 2  [Part 2 only partly]

Interlude : Eris Past 1

EP12: Chemistry 1 2 3 4

( Sunflower Serenade on Webtoon)

I want to hold you too (Done)

Eris Past(Short)

Childhood Memories (Short)

Your smile (One Page)

Drunk (Short, unfinished)

Confession (Done) Part1 Part2

10 Heart Event (Rushed, but done :)) 

Spoiling you (Short)

I want you (R-18 Manga, Full Colored, W: NSFW)

Halloween Rizz(One Page)

Night Routine (Short)

Pocky Game (Pocky Day Special, Short)

Pick my outfit (Short, W: NSFW)

Meeting the older sister( Short)

You would look good in me. (Short, W: Slight NSFW?)

Anything for you (Practice Page, W: NSFW!)

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Papa Seb and Post Marriage

Babywish(Short, W: Slight NSFW) - “I want to start a family with you.”

Expecting (Short, TW: Pregnancy)

Overlapping Birthdays(One Page) - It’s almost Sebastian’s birthday, and the birth of his son.

My Joy (Short) - Sebasians first meeting with his newborn

My life on the farm( Short, no dialogue) - Sebastian wakes up awfully late

Seb (Short) - Valentine refuses to call him Dad.

My turn when (One Page) - Eris plays otome games

I won’t play with you anymore (Short) 

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AU

Moving On - Sebastian moved to the city  (On Going) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6(W:NSFW)(Also on Webtoon)

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Other

Robins Past

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[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

(Can't quit decide what would set Alastor off this much- a breakup, Lucifer getting a little to close to Alastor reason for actually being at the hotel, or just the worst timed yo mama joke in history- but let's be real, Alastor was drafting this the second Lucifer walked in the front door in Dad Beat Dad, so yeah, have my re-write Open Letter (Interlude) a deleted Hamilton song)

An open letter to the short, arrogant, anti-charismatic, realm-wide embarrassment known as Lucifer Morningstar.

(Husk downstairs at the bar: Shit!)

The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league with Roo in some vast catastrophical intrigue!?

Bitch! Pease.

You wouldn't know what I'm doing.

You're always goin' berserk- but you never show up to work!

Give us your thoughts on Roo and Eve, next time you talk about my lack of moral compass!

At least I do my job up in this rumpus!

Ooh!

The line is behind me!

I crossed it again!

Well His Majesty lost it again!

Aw, such a rough life- better run, tell your ḙ̸̫̈́x̴̢͗͜͝-̵̣̿͘wife!

'ey! Our King's back at The Haz-bin!

Let me ask you a question. Who sits- on the throne, when you fuck off with your "projects"?

The angels were callin you Pride before A̸̞͝n̶̙̂̕y̵̝̹͒̈́one died, and you haven't done anything right since!

You nuisance, with no sense!

You will ḓ̸̹͉̙̑͘ǐ̷̖͕̰ě̶̛̱̏ of irrelevance!

Oh, sure, and they call you the devil!

You aspire to my level!

You inspire my m̵͋̆a̶͕͐͋̑ļ̷̲͚͒͐͆e̷̳͇̙̒̀͋v̷͓͝o̸̧̿̕͠l̵͙̉͝͝��e̷̹̿̚ņ̸̭́͑̍c̷̻͑͑͘͜e̴͙̽͝

Say hi to the other Sins!

A̸n̶d̷ ̸th̸e̴s̵e̸ ̴e̶y̵e̴s̷ ̵a̴ll̴ a̸r̷o̷un̸d̷ ̵m̷e̷!̷

M̴a̶y̴b̸e̶ ̴t̸h̶e̵y̴ ̸c̵a̵n̴ ̴c̶̹̞̅̈õ̴͍n̸̰͒̀ḟ̴͎̓i̶̞̎ṟ̶̈́̑m̷͚̗̔̓!

I̷̬̤͂͝ ̷̯̇͜d̷̖̒o̷̮͗̈n̴͙̤̏'̵͌ṭ̶̨̓͝ ̷̡̀c̶ã̸̛͔rê̶͉͂ ̴̪̍ḯ̵̃ͅf̷̛̗͚͑ Ȉ̴͍ ̵̪͊Ki̴̒̑ͅl̶͓͎̄l ̸̌m̵͍̰̔͂y̴̯̐ ̵͔̟̊c̷̗͛à̸r̴̹͐è̶̖ē̵̈ř̴͖͘ ̶̝́̎w̶̖̣̍it̴̐h̵ ̷̀̄t̶̞͐h̸̖͆̎i̶͠ş̸̛͙̀ ̶͍̀̑b̴͖̐r̵̻̋o̶͚̰̓a̵̐͂d̵̖̉́c̷̀à̸̛̰͈s̶̾t̸̰́͛ͅ!̴͍̆

I̷̭͛'̶͎̊ĺ̷͔l̶̜̏ ̸͛Fi̵͌g̸̯̅h̸̺̑t̸͓̑ ̴̡̃y̵̻̆o̴̰̽u̵̜̐ ̶̰̀ö̸̘́ṋ̵͒ ̶̧͑m̵̪̂y̴̤̆ ̵̺̄o̸̤͆ẅ̶́n̶̺͑ ̴̖̀t̵̖̐e̷̺̒rm̷̥̓ş̶͗!

Come get me, Lucifer, you pathetic motherfucker!

[theallianceofcelestials]

Surprise Watchful Nightmare update! Bet you weren't expecting that!

Little interlude between the capters "Explore the world" and "Change is okay", so if you were expecting finally seeing certain individuals interact with the kids and their nightmarish dad, sorry, not yet.

But! This chapter is short and sweet! Perfect to read before bed!

[platadesangre]

we NEED to talk about jcs 1975 madrid cast!

i have come to make camilo sesto justice

(i finally finished this post yay!)

i may be a bit biased, since this was my first jcs.

short story on how i discovered it

my dad used to be an apostle for a bootleg staged playback jcs in peru during the 70s! they used this version.

he had the cd. he also had the mp3 files. i used his computer, so that was how 13 year old me found it.

those were tough times, bc later i started doing catechesis and i kind of got depressed and started questioning my faith lol. judas' character really resonated with me

since this is a recording, i didn't have any footage to reference, so i made up everything in my mind. (this is why it was a bit weird for me to see the english productions, bc they looked nothing like in my head lol)

now, a bit of historical context for spain in the 70's

camilo sesto was a popular spanish singer and actor who went to see the jcs 1971 broadway production in london. he loved it so much that he did everything he could do financially to bring the show to spain.

spain was in a fascist dictatorship at the time

they fought with censorship for years, that's why the lyrics are a bit different (i'll make a post about that too)

they had to remodel the alcalá-palace theater stage entirely

franco (our dictator) died two days after the premiere (about time lol)

the "ultras" (conservatists) didn't like the show so they did lots of crazy stuff (for example, praying for the cast outside the theater or sending BOMB THREATHS?)

anyways, this was the first official translation for jcs!

on the main cast we have

camilo sesto as jesus christ (he wanted the role from the beggining)

teddy bautista as judas iscariot

ángela carrasco as mary magdalene

here's an old pic of them (and some apostles)

(now that i look at it closely, it kind of looks like a bootleg jcs 1973 lol)

on the recording

it's a stereo recording, so use both headphones or you'll miss out on half of it

musically speaking, it's similar to the og concept album (songs ending on fade-outs and shorter trial before pilate) but it has some interesting choices (teddy, the producer and the voice of judas, took a lot of... artistic liberties)

some things this version has

it adds lots of synth. it's very psychodelic. i understand this can be a turn off for some people

they kinda change the key to many songs. maybe to fit vocal ranges idk

teddy just loves to make up new melodies (please give this man some water)

EPIC GUITAR SOLO in what's the buzz

what's the buzz and strange thing mystifying are separated tracks for some reason

camilo sings so good

cute synth in everything's alright ángela has such an angelic voice she makes such a good mary

the drums and guitars during this jesus must die are so danceable

the BEST simon zealotes i've heard. shit goes HARD. he goes CRAY

i really love this pilate, in my rating he would be the best one

camilo's "¡SALVAOS VOSOTROS!" during the temple is really pathetic lol

damned for all time interlude replaced by synths. the SAX SOLO is also replaced by synth (questionable choice)

cool thing happens during the end of this song that i'll talk about in another post

judas' occasional nervous laughter really adds to his character

also he cries a lot

"you sad pathetic man" part during last supper is... fairly different! (i'm looking at you teddy...)

camilo's gethsemane is epic. he's a baladist singer but MAN he can ROCK

cool harmonica during the arrest

i'll never shut up about our pilate (he nervous laughs too)

herod is so fruity

judas' death really hits different when you were depressed and questioning faith (this version is BRUTAL) also lyrics change (i'll talk about it i swear)

teddy's one of the few judas who sing the i don't know how to love him reprise in the higher scale!! it sounds so painful and anguished

the album continues acceptably

other cool things it has

jesus and judas have this interesting accent difference. since camilo is from valencia, he has this pristine and traditional spanish accent. and teddy is from canarias (also lived in the usa) so his accent is rougher and more, crusty? idk how to explain it but it's neat and stablishes their dynamic a bit. (ángela is from dominican republic! but her accent is barely noticeable)

on the footage aspect, we only have old vhs videos and live audios uploaded on youtube. also some old photos

there is a book about this version. it has some anecdotes (only available in spanish)

now we have a 4 episode mini-series about the odyssey that it was to produce this. it's called "camilo superstar" (i won't be watching it bc it's a bit fan-ficy from what i've seen)

the posts i'll make about this production will be tagged as #jcs 1975 madrid

you can listen to it on spotify!

or on youtube (playlist made by me)

[edutainer2022]

UNREQUITED Ch 7.5

Co-written with @janetm74

Ch 7 | Ch 8 | AO3

A piece, concurrent with the ending of Ch 7 (Page Six). A glimpse into Scott's reaction and overall state of mind (aka the lies his heartbreak is telling him). Virgil is being a very supportive brother, but he's out of his depth quite a bit.

(interlude)

*interlude*

Virgil startled, as he didn't expect his brother to speak. Not since he picked him up off the floor of Dad's study, hyperventilating, amidst the shards of the broken whiskey glass and the shattered picture frame of Scott's AirForce graduation photo Dad kept on his desk.

Not since they holed up in one of the Round House guest rooms, while the short notice preparations of the impromptu "wedding party" were afoot.

Virgil quietly debated with John to maybe ask to call it off, but it was Penelope's request. And Gordon was so excited. They wondered if that was also Lady P's sneaky way to arrange a getaway for her friend Kayo and Rigby in a beautiful, romantic setting. That would have been a move right up her alley.

None of that certainly helped improve Scott's mood or made him more forthcoming. Big brother was just not all there since the news announcement and the breakdown in the study.

Virgil wondered if Scott even noticed his brother was an ever present shadow at his side those past two days. Apparently he did.

They saw FAB 1 land on the island, earlier than expected, from the vantage point of the mountain terrace.

Then John's message came through - that the "wedding" was an elaborate GDF undercover op. Scott reacted to that in a way Virgil didn't anticipate - with a laugh that chilled him to the bone. A laugh of a madman.

Virgil was still unsure what to say, once his brother calmed down, but Scott spoke first.

"I can't do this anymore."

Virgil's chest tightened. Virgil shifted to press himself closer to Scott's shoulder and provide support. Whatever his brother needed at the moment. Scott's voice was hoarse.

"I can't feel like this anymore. I can't! I want to stop!"

"Scotty, you're scaring me."

Virgil didn't intend to sound so small and unsure, but the raw pain Scott let him see up close, left the little brother in him rattled. Virgil leaned his chin on Scott's shoulder, an extra anchoring point in the storm.

"I can't feel like I couldn't ever be happy. I want to stop! All of it. Just stop!"

Virgil's vision swam. There was a determination behind the anguish in his brother's voice that got him so scared all the way back in the Arctic blizzard. That was a step before Scott setting a self-destruction course.

Virgil tried again with the softest inflection, usually reserved to shocked rescuees:

"Scotty, it's okay. You deserve all the happiness you ever wish for, I promise!"

It didn't have an intended effect, as big brother snorted bitterly.

"That's just it, Virgie - I DON'T! She was right."

Virgil's educated guess as to the "she" was immediately confirmed.

"She was right. I was Dad's charity case. He probably saw right away I wasn't cut out for GDF, so planned to pull me out anyway. That was even before... That Place."

Virgil shuddered. Any mention of the hell in Bereznik those months were for Scott (and for them all) was a minefield of its own. But Scott wasn't done.

"And after... Dad didn't even trust me to go on Zero-X with him. Didn't trust me to save him! She was right - I'm a waste of AirForce training and Dad's hopes!"

Scott was sobbing more than talking coherently at that point, so Virgil concentrated on clutching him for dear life, as if scared the brother would fracture into pieces if he let go. His own tears were soaked in by the denim shirt.

John's notice he was coming up remained unread.