#so i assume she gave them to him sometime before or after the performance

[holdoncallfailed]

idk how i never noticed that the earrings john is wearing in that picture are the exact same as the ones edie wore on the cover of life magazine...the edie photo is from 1965 and the cale photo is dated 1966 so he must have borrowed them from her or they were otherwise part of a communal factory jewelry pool

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Howdy folks. I’ve said I’d make a rant about this for a while. It’s time.

Let’s start with the basics. Mesopomatia is the earliest known human civilization. Humans existed before them, but this was the first “city”. They also made the first writing. This rant also kinda covers Sumerian tuff, because the two groups had a bit of a merging.

You know what transgenderism is. You’re on tumblr dot com. Chances are you are a transgenderist yourself

Transphobes often say that transgenderism is a “new concept” and that “nobody was trans 20 years ago”. For the record, you don’t have to go as far back as Mesopotamia. There’s Greece, Egypt, Hawaii, and tons of others I fail to remember. But yeah, we date back to The First City.

The First People believed in many gods, one of which you’ve likely heard of. Today’s subject: Inanna/Ishtar, The Queen of Heaven (I’ll be calling her Inanna, as it’s her original name). She was the goddess of Sex, War, and Justice. The most notable things she was believed to do were changing people’s genders and being an absolute queen. Like fr she slayed-

Anyways, the “transgender power” as I’m gonna call it because it's funny, is well documented in poetry fragments, with the direct quote “To turn a man into a woman and a woman into a man are yours, Inanna.” This was written by Enheduanna, Inanna’s High Priestess from Ur (Ur is a city).

Speaking of Inanna’s Priests and Priestesses, they were actually known for their androgyny. Poems and Dedications to Inanna often included them, with the direct depiction of the goddess transfer-ify-ing them. It’s unknown if these and the Gala are the same priests, so I’ll add a little space and talk about them for a bit.

The Gala were priestesses for Inanna created by the god Enki (who is really fuckign cool for non-trans reasons (might talk about him sometime)) to sing for her. Mourning Rites previously sung by women got taken over by the Gala, and as men joined, they adopted ALL societal roles and expectations of women, switching to female names and singing in the Sumerian eme-sal dialect, which was reserved for women trying to render the speech of female gods. The Gala looked after the sick and poor, and were highly respected by the rest of the Mesopotamian peoples.

Time to talk about the Pilipili! They were a group of cultic performers who worshiped Inanna, with the name coming from a person named Pilipili. They were raised as a woman (according to Mesopotamia’s gender roles), and were blessed by Inanna and given the name Pilipili. Inanna gave them a spear, an item associated very heavily with masculinity “as if she were a man” and they are only referred to as “The Transformed Pilipili” from that point on. “Spear'' is also thought to have phallic meaning here, which is even more directly saying that Inanna trans’ed Pilipili’s gender.

How about we move beyond the cult on Inanna now? A statue (or technically statuette but honestly whatever) found in the city of Mari depicts a singing woman. But wait! The name of the depicted person is “Ur-Nanshe”, a masculine name! This might mean nothing, but honestly, you’d assume transgenderism too if you met a woman named Steven. The statue has a soft face with traces of makeup, and it’s got tiddies!

A statue in the British museum (which for the record should not be in there. give it back) has a label translated as “Hermaphrodite of Inanna”. Hermaphrodite has a different meaning now, which a different translator, Cheryl Morgan, recognized, stating that “person-man-woman” would be more accurate. We don’t know specifics about their gender, but clearly this was a person outside of the gender binary who was not only significant enough to have a statue of them made, but also assumedly well-liked!

So, to summarize, Ancient Mesopotamia viewed genderqueer individuals as:

often blessed by the Queen of Heaven

transgender-ify-ed by said Queen of Heaven

well respected enough to be priests

said cult of trans priests was also said to be made by another god in devotion to Inanna

significant and well-liked enough to have statues of them

sounds like we should take some notes from our ancestors, huh?

[doe-eyed-fool]

Prey | Chapter Thirteen

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Harassment, Murder, Death, Gore, Blood

You didn't know how long you were staring into your vanity mirror for. Checking your face, your hair, making sure there was nothing out of place. But after a moment, you just...stared "Mimzy? You ever hear things that aren't really there?"

The shorter woman gave you a look after hearing that question. "Honey. That's something people say before they're sent to the nut house, you know?" She laughs weakly.

You sigh before finally looking away from the mirror. "Feels like I should be in there after what I heard earlier. Or thought I heard?"

Mimzy only shakes her head. "Y/n, hon. Alastor's ol place can be a little creepy at night, but you're safe there. Nothing's gonna happen to you. Alastor will make sure of that."

"But Alastor wasn't there. What if something did happen?" You ask. "I know he would have kept me safe if he were there. But it was just me. And that darn driver of yours was taking forever to actually get there, so that didn't help." 

"Yeah, sorry about him. He's not too bright, that one. I promise I'll get a more capable guy to come get you next time." Mimzy walks over to you. "Now pretty lady, it's time to dazzle the crowd once again!"

Your nerves had been eating at you since you left Alastor's home, a part of you wanted to cancel on tonight. But, you were already here. And there was a full house just waiting to see you perform. You inhaled deeply, and put on a false smile before rising from your vanity. 

"Let's knock 'em dead!"

And knock them dead you did. Another amazing performance, another rousing round of applause from the audience. As you were backstage, removing the makeup and getting changed back into your more casual dress, there was a knock at the door. 

You assumed it was Mimzy at first, but Mimzy almost never knocks before coming into your dressing room. You quickly smooth out your dress before approaching the door. You then thought it was Alastor, though, he'd still be working about this time. 

You opened the door and was met with Joe, smiling with a small bouquet of flowers. "J-Joe?" Your force your shock aside with a more cheery tone. "What brings you by?" 

"Well, how could I not come and see one of my favorite show girls? You sing so sweetly, and boy do you look ever so dazzling up on that stage." Joe says before handing you the bouquet. "For for, darlin'." 

You take them and give him a small smile. "Thank you, Joe. But I have to ask, how did you get back here? No one's allowed backstage unless you preform or-"

"Pay to see you?" Joe smirks. 

"I-I was going to say or work here. But yes, I suppose that too." You chuckle weakly before clearing your throat. "But uh, you know, you didn't have to do that. I do visit Alastor sometimes at work, you could see me then." 

"Yes, I know. But you spend most of your time with him when you're there. I'd like to have a conversation with you every now then." Joe winks. "But I guess who could blame you? He's your sweetheart after all." He mutters.

"We're engaged." You say a bit firmly. Everyone knew it. But it seems Joe needed it drilled into his thick skull. 

"Mhm." Joe hums. "But not married. Not yet anyhow." He leans in a little closer to you as he speaks. "I say you're still a free woman. Why not take advantage of that while you still have it?" 

You take a step back. "Joe. I am taken, married or not. Alastor is my-"

Your words were cut short by Joe's heavy sigh. "You're wasting yourself on that man. He couldn't give you what you really wanted. But I..." Joe stepped further into the room. "I could give you everything you wanted, and then some." His eyes look you up in down, sending a chill down your spine. 

"I bet he hasn't even properly bed you."

"Joe, that's enough." You tell him. "I think it's time you leave." 

"Y/n, don't be like that." Joe took another step towards you. Your blower back hit the edge of the vanity. "I mean it. Get out!" You rather loudly, hoping someone near by would here. 

"Y/n-"

"Is there a problem here?"

You and Joe both look to the room's entrance, in the doorway stood Mimzy. And behind her were two tall and bulky men, both glaring Joe down. Mimzy, also glaring at Joe, crossed her arms. "Well?" She asks sharply. 

Joe rolled his eyes and walked away from you. "Not at all ma'am." He stepped aside the two men. "Have a good night." He said before finally leaving. 

Mimzy take her eyes off him until he was out of sight, she then looked up at the two men. "Make sure he actually leaves the building. And do not let him back in here." The two men nods wordlessly before leaving you both. 

Mimzy walked inside the dressing room and shut the door behind her. "Y/n. Are you alright?" She asks gently. "Who was that guy?" You sighed heavily. "Joey Martins. He works in the same building as Alastor. And as you can tell, he has taken a liking to me." 

"A liking is putting it lightly. He's got the hots for you." Mimzy says with a frown. "If you want, I'll make sure that creep doesn't step foot in this lounge ever again." You nod your head. "I feel like that would be best. If Alastor catches wind of this, who knows what he might do."

"Oh I have an idea." Mimzy chuckles. "I would talk to him about this, but, I won't say anything if you don't want me to." 

"Y-Yes, I think I should be the one who lets him know. I might be able to talk him down from whatever he might try and do. Lord knows, Alastor can't risk loosing his job over beating the living daylights out of some fool, who's not even worth the effort."

"Is Al gonna take you home?" Asked Mimzy. You shook your head. "Says he'll be working late again." 

"Then I'll have one of my guys drive you home. One with some sense, I promise." She playfully bumps your arm. 

You smile lightly. "Thank you, Mimzy." 

Once you got home, you made sure to keep your eyes strictly ahead of you, ignoring the sight of the cellar before rushing inside the house. You sighed and shook your head. "I'm working myself up over nothing. Absolutely nothing." You inhaled and exhaled before heading upstairs to get ready for bed.

You took a shower, and slipped into your nightgown before walking to yours and Alastor's shared bed. You sat down and took a book from the nightstand, opening to the page where you last left off. After about twenty of minutes of reading, you started to feel a chill at your arms. You shivered before pulling the covers up over your legs, and continued reading.

You brought the cover up your body further, the colder the room became. At one point, you suspect the heater might be broken. You set the book aside and stand from the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. 

The light from the moon peaking from the drawn window curtains caught your eye, you turn your head towards it before walking over. You move the curtains aside, and down below, you could get a clear view of the shed Alastor used for hunting. 

It shouldn't have bothered you in the slightest. Even though you hated that he used that shed to aid in hunting woodland creatures, he always made sure you never saw it happen or knew about just what he hunted. But from the amount of antlers he had mounted on the walls of his home, you knew deer were his favorite. 

Yes, Alastor always made sure you never knew what went down in that shed, and in some way, it worked. You didn't pay much attention to it all. The shed itself did not bother you.

What did bother you, was that the door was open, and a moving shadow from within the light the shed gave off. 

'Alastor's home.' Was the first thing you would have thought. But you knew better. His car was not parked outside, he was not home. So, who was inside of that shed? You quietly backed away from the window, heart beginning to pick up in your chest. 

Nothing looked missing when you first walked inside. If it were a robber, they might have snuck in while you were in the shower. The nearest phone was downstairs in the living room. But going down there meant risking getting caught, and god forbid there were more than one waiting.

But if they made there way upstairs, and found you, you'd be caught anyway. So. It was either wait for death or go chase after it. If there was even the slightest of chances you could make it downstairs without getting caught, and notifying the authorities, you would take it. 

You walked to the bedroom door, and slowly opened the door to keep it from creaking, before tip-toeing down the hall and to the top of the stairs. You pause for a moment, listening for any voices or footsteps. When silence was all that lingered, you continued making your way down as carefully and as quietly as possible. 

Once you reached the bottom, you paused again. And again, it was quiet. You move to walk again, and that's when you heard it. 

'Y/n...'

Your hand shot to your mouth to keep the gasp from escaping.

'Y/n...Y/n...'

Was...Was that...

'Y/n!'

"Alastor?" You whisper. Another chill brushed against your skin, it's intensity turning into a light breeze. You look up and finally notice that the front door, was cracked opened. And just at the foot of the door, was a trail of blood, leading outside. 

Immediately assuming the worst, you rushed outside and looked from right to left, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alastor somewhere. Your eyes fell back to the blood, you followed it down the stairs and until it wrapped around to the side of the house, leading right towards the cellar.

It's doors were wide open.

You stopped, and stared at that cellar for a moment. Then you heard it again, louder this time.

'Y/n!'

Every step towards that cellar made your heart sink lower and lower into the pit of your gut, a new wave a dread washing over you with ever inch you grew closer. Then you finally reached the entrance of that damn cellar, it's darkness, the eerie silence that came with it, the blood that lead further down...

It made you want to wretch. 

"A-Alastor..." You said, barely above a whisper. 'Please hear me...' You thought as tears fell from your eyes. 'If you're down there...please, please answer me.'

"Alastor?" This time a bit louder, but not much. If that was Alastor's blood, if he was hurt...dying even...

What you be able to do? You acted without even thinking, assuming that it was indeed Alastor's blood, that it was indeed him calling your name. What would you do? You knew you should have stayed inside, you should have just called the cops, you shouldn't have come out here knowing there might be someone out here. The very same someone, who could have hurt Alastor. The very same someone, who could hurt you too.

Why did you do this? 

You began to descend the stairs of the cellar. 

Why are you doing this?

You move your trembling hands out in front of you, acting as your eyes in the dark. Eventually they brushed up against something solid. It felt wooden. Your hand moved around until it reached a knob. You grasp it and turn it, stepping back as the door opened. 

"Alastor?" You tried again. "Al-"

Your words cut short, as a wave of putrid odor filled your nostrils, causing them to burn, and a gagging sensation form in the back of your throat. There was no mistaking that kind of smell, that stench.

It was the scent of death. 

"A-Alastor..." Your voice trembled. Had your fears been true? Did something happen to Alastor? You took a step forward, hands still outstretched. 

Did whoever was out there, had they...killed your beloved fiancé? Was what you heard his dying calls of your name?

The stench grew stronger the further you walked in. Suddenly your hand brushed up against a string hanging from above. Your finger and thumb caught it, but you did not pull down. You did not want to see what you feared you might.

You stood there in the darkness, the smell of rot and decay lingering in your nose, stinging at your throat. You shut your eyes tightly and pulled down at the string, a clicking sound followed after. 

You move your hand away. And for a moment, you truly believed you were alone in whatever room you stumbled across. But the smell was quick to prove you wrong. You slowly open your eyes again, fully expecting to see the corpse of Alastor at your feet.

However, what you saw, made your mind scream and your heart stop all the same. 

It was something right out of a horror story. Hooks and chains hung from the walls and the ceiling. Blood covered the walls, giving it a brown and black stain, though some was fresh. There were a few tables littered with a variety of knives. And worst of all...

The corpse of a man, his front cut open from sternum to pelvis, displayed just feet from you. 

A nightmare. This had to be a nightmare. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. How could something so horrible, so disgusting, so grotesque, be happening right in front of you. It couldn't be. 

But it was. 

"Y/n."

You turn your head, wide eyes met the one person you'd hope to not see. Who you'd hope was not responsible for...this. Who you'd hope was not so cruel and wicked enough to do something so inhumane. 

Because he was not the type of person who would do this. You knew him, you knew him your entire life. He would not do this. 

Alastor would not do something like this...

"You weren't suppose to ever see this, dear."

And yet, he did.

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[cringelordofchaos]

top 3 of your biggest kins and why!!

Yayayay someone sent me an ask !!!

Sorry for my lack of response! Will get to it now!

Also I assume you mean fictionkin - sorry if you didn't!

Luz Noceda

Dvdhnfjdjd WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? I've been so fucking obsessed w her and could relate to her WAYY too much since I started watching. Just... Ugh. So much of it. Being "the weird kid", inconsistent and lackluster grades / performance, being overly obsessed with a specific franchise (though mine come and go and return every few weeks lol), having a mom who really cares about you and wants the best for you and has had similar experiences growing up and being isolated or cast out but accidentally made you feel like you had to conform because that's what she kinda had to do??? idk but still encourages her child's true self and feels super guilty Abt it all yada yada. having little to no friends (I have one! (Speaking of offline) before visiting the demon realm. Fanfic writer (I never have the patience or motivation to finish anything I start though), being impulsive, not knowing whay you wanna be, being into witchcraft, feeling like you're somewhere where you don't belong (the human realm) and would gladly escape into a whole different realm, Bisexual (I'm questioning this though), gender nonconforming, being told that you just have to "apply yourself", insecure, similar clothing style, considers herself a "dummy", poor attention span for things she's uninterested, indecisive, etc etc, THIS SCENE THIS SCENE THIS SCENE

(ps the way camilla hovered her hand above the screen / luz when she saw how sad she was 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

It's just. Everything.. I remember the first time I watched it I was like "Luz is so me in almost every single way. Except she makes a ton of eye contact, I don't rly do that" lmao... I would rewatch s1 and S2 on loop every day for the whole summer, I am NOT exaggerating. I rly love TOH I'm so.glad I got the opportunity to watch it and it means sm to me and I keep rewatching the scene from thanks to them and auhggjt.

"all I ever wanted... Was to be understood!" HEJDJFJDIDJRUJDJEKF DJJFFJNFB FIKF

AARON MITCHELL

oh my GOD when I saw this movie for a few days I'd cry sm just bc of how much I related.to him. He chews his shirt. I used to do the same when I was twelve and a bunch of my shirts had holes and still have holes but I stopped and now I just grid my teeth instead lmfao and they hurt ouch. a piece of gum is a lifesaver for.me. He's OBSESSED with dinosaurs - for me it's not dinosaurs specifically but like I've said earlier I tend to get OBSESSED with things way too much to the point everyone knows me for that thing. He's implied to have ZERO FRIENDS before meeting Abby who shares his obsession w dinosaurs (just like me and my one n only friend fr) (why do I keep getting attached to characters who previously had zero friends wtf.) LOVES to talk Abt his interest. Obsessive. Shy. Awful social skills. Takes things too literally sometimes. Calls his dad father sometimes cuz why not ("Thank you, father." after he gave him his phone back "just as promised" (except he broke it in pieces but he.kept his promise so aaron doesn't care lmao.) carries a notebook and pencil w him randomly?. his older sibling and parent argue abt the siblings college choices and you're just forced to watch and the tension is rising and you're feeling anxious and Uhm yeah. SOMETIMES KINDA ROBOTIC IN HIS SPEECH? I've noticed? Blunt. Has a TON of things related to his obsession. (For me I have primarily a tonshit of sonic themed things.) dislikes being alone. Dislikes admitting his feelings. Nerd. Uses obsession as a way to understand, contextualize and communicate with the world and his surroundings. Also chews his fingers. Always wearing sweatpants. Fidgety. Ect etc. Just lile arhghfhfng. HIM.

Things I don't relate to - wearing shoes in bed. What the actual fuck Aaron. Also he wears socks. I don't do that unless I'm nailed down to the floor until I succumb to their nonsensical rules. Ok they KINDA make sense but I don't like them. I don't care that my shoes or feet will smell afterwards get those fucking socks away from me.

. anyway sorry. There's probably more but yeah I forgot. I actually got the urge to cry when just thinking about him a couple of times. Like wowza dawg he's just like me fr and I mean it. I can really really relate to him and I act a lot like him and I acted even more like him when I was about his age and was obsessed with exclusively sonic for like a year straight. lol

Enderman

Ok this one's a short one but yeah I can relate to them. They're just minding their own business, in their own piece, picking random things off the ground (or ground itself..), DESPISE eye contact and will get really violent if you make eye contact with them (I am not exaggerating I actually get really angry and uncomfortable with uninitiated eye contact from ppl I'm not comfy with like don't look at me stop looking at me stop looking at me.) makes random sounds sometimes, such as screeches and hisses. Unlike them I DO like water and I LOVE rain HOWEVER I DO NOT LIKE touching smaller amounts of water on surfaces where I don't expect water to be and get really grossed out and uncomfortable from it. Unless they're with their own kin they're just kinda going around, alone, minding their peace unless provoked. Like most mobs - both hostile and peaceful - acknowledge your existence, hostile ones attack you, peaceful ones like horses and sheep and pigs and wolves and cats and whatnot may look at you if you look at it and pay attention to you and some can be befriended, enderman is neither like them, they're minding their own business, they don't initiate contact like, ever, and only engage w the player when having to defend themselves... when feeling threatened EVEN if the player didn't mean to scare them, like idk I'm.noy.really used to strangers having good intentions with me so I get defensive easily .... that is irl, on the internet I definitely don't get ever scared from social interactions ahaha 😎 yeah.

So yeah the only thing I KINDA can't relate to is not liking water - I only dislike water in a very specific context so yeah. And I do make eye contact w family members usually like I've mentioned earlier - I don't know, do endermen make eye contact with each other? I'm not sure, I don't remember. There might be more to them that I relate to but I can't recall anything at the moment

Everything I've mentioned about these characters in This post - I can relate to. These are just my feelings put imperfectly into words.... but I feel a lot about them and have felt a lot about them for quite some time.

Ducbfjrj there's also a list of characters I relate to (link in intro post) but these were the ones I related to the most

[saline-coelacanth]

A Discussion on Spinjitzu (Purified Au)

(I wanted to write this short fic about Oliver while the ninja are training with Rontu and Egalt and also wanted to post if before part 2 comes out)

Summary: Despite succeeding at the training course, Oliver is struggling to figure out spinjitzu, and Rontu starts to wonder what it is that's holding him back

Word Count: 1946

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The merged realms were all in danger with the Blood Moon quickly approaching, and the only way to stop Lord Ras was with the Rising Dragon technique. The ninja had been doing the best they could to learn, but it was difficult for them to get the hang of it. While Egalt tried his best to lecture the older ninja through the ways of motion, Rontu had been teaching the younger ones the basics of spinjitzu.

Sora was making great progress. She had struggled with the obstacle course at first, but she eventually got the hang of it. Riyu was struggling as well, but after a little more effort, he managed to make it through the obstacles. Out of Rontu’s three students however, the one who seemed to be doing the best was Oliver. He had successfully jumped through the hoops multiple times, yet he was still unable to pull off a successful spinjitzu tornado. He kept brushing it off, but Rontu had suspected something else was going on.

Oliver landed on the ground after jumping through the highest hoop of the course. “That’s what, the fourth time in a row I completed that?” Oliver asked.

“Yes, you’re doing quite well, Oliver,” Rontu praised.

“Cool, so does that mean I can stop now?” Oliver responded.

Rontu shook her head. “I told you before, you can only stop training once you successfully perform spinjitzu.”

Oliver immediately frowned. “I’m telling you, I don’t need to learn spinjitzu! I’m perfectly capable without it.”

“You didn’t look so capable when we fought those wolf guys,” Sora commented.

Oliver turned and gave her a frown.

“Look,” Sora quickly replied, “all I’m saying is that we need to get stronger if we wanna stop Lord Ras and his wolf army. Egalt and Rontu say we need Rising Dragon, and we can’t do that without learning spinjitzu.”

“Sora is right,” Rontu agreed. “Rising Dragon technique is the only way to counter Shatterspin.”

“Yeah, but the ninja can do all of that,” Oliver argued. “They’ll learn the technique and they’ll be able to handle it.”

“I think the ninja need all our help, Oliver,” Sora tried to convince.

Oliver crossed his arms and looked away. At first Sora assumed he was angry, but then she noticed the look on his face. Oliver seemed more uncomfortable than he did angry.

“Oliver, why don’t you go take a break,” Rontu suggested.

“Ok,” Oliver agreed. He began to walk away, the rest of the group watching as he left.

“He is a strange one, isn’t he?” Rontu said after Oliver was gone.

“Yeah,” Sora agreed. “I’ve been trying to figure him out since I met him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good guy, but sometimes he says things that just make me confused.”

“I thought I overheard one of the other ninja teasing him earlier,” Rontu pointed out. “I thought I heard him say that Oliver has done spinjitzu before.”

“I don’t know,” Sora replied. “I’ve never seen him use spinjitzu.”

Rontu began thinking. Oliver was definitely a perplexing student and she was having trouble trying to figure out what his problems were.

“You two continue practicing the course,” Rontu directed. “I think I’m going to have a chat with Oliver.”

“Ok,” Sora replied. “Riyu, you wanna go next?”

Riyu gave an excited nod before turning around to attempt his first jump. Rontu gave one last glance at the two of them before she flew off to find where Oliver had gone.

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“This whole thing is stupid,” Oliver complained. “Why do I need to learn spinjitzu when I can already kick butt perfectly fine without it?”

“I hear you,” Wyldfyre agreed. “Spinjitzu is totally lame and we’re too good for it.”

“We are too good for it,” Oliver replied.

Oliver had immediately gone to Wyldfyre to complain about the training. And since Wyldfyre was forced to sit out due to her injured leg, she was completely ready to complain with him.

“Like, we’re both already awesome as is!” Wyldfyre continued. “Why do we need to learn new techniques?”

“Exactly!” Oliver responded. “We’ll totally wreck those wolf warriors the next time we see them! We were just caught off guard the first time.”

“Yeah, who needs that super cool dragon spinjitzu,” Wyldfyre said.

“Yeah, who needs- wait what?” Oliver questioned. “It isn’t cool! It’s lame, remember?”

“Yeah, totally lame,” Wyldfyre reassured. “It’s totally lame how Rontu had like, a dragon aura and she flew into the sky like it was nothing! And I bet if Rontu was fighting Ras and those guys, she’d squash them in an instant!”

“Wait, Wyldfyre, that’s not- We’re supposed to be complaining, remember?” Oliver tried to reel back the conversation. “Spinjitzu sucks and we hate it!”

“Yeah, we hate spinjitzu,” Wyldfyre agreed. “Spinjitzu is for losers and we don’t need it.” Wyldfyre crossed her arms and tried to subtly glance towards the training course, although it was very obvious where she was looking. “Anyway, I’m gonna try to sneak back onto the training course!” Wyldfyre decided. “You know, to watch the totally lame training that we don’t need because we’re already so awesome.”

Wyldfyre grabbed her crutch and started walking away, much to Oliver’s annoyance. He crossed his arms as she left and let out a disgruntled sigh. His eyes quickly went wide as he heard a faint gust of wind.

“I have a feeling you don’t mean all of that,” Rontu said, making herself known as she landed on the ground.

“Rontu?” Oliver questioned. “I thought you were busy training Sora and Riyu?”

“They’ll be fine without my supervision for a while,” Rontu assured. She sat down, getting comfortable as she crossed her front legs. “I wanted to come check in on you.”

“I’m doing great,” Oliver replied, although his tone indicated the exact opposite. “I’m just taking a quick breather before I get back to the training course.”

Rontu nodded. “That is what I told you to do.” She glanced up at the sky before looking down at Oliver again. It was clear that he was still agitated about something. “So tell me,” Rontu said, “is it true that you’ve used spinjitzu before?”

Oliver blinked, taken off guard by the question. “Wh-what?” he replied. “No, er, I guess yes I have, but that was a long time ago and the circumstances were a lot different so I- why are you asking me this?”

“I believe it was Kai who mentioned something earlier?” Rontu explained. “Didn’t he mock you for using spinjitzu in the past but not being able to replicate it anymore?”

Oliver responded with a groan. “Kai was just teasing me,” he replied. “It’s nothing important…”

“I feel like it is important,” Rontu insisted. She quickly picked up on Oliver's discomfort. He had his arms crossed and he refused to look in Rontu’s direction. She could tell this was something he didn’t want to talk about, but she also knew it was important to figure out what was going on. “I know you’re uncomfortable,” Rontu replied with a soft voice, “but if I know what the problem is, then I’ll know what I need to do to help teach you properly.”

Oliver was quiet, not wanting to respond at all. He seemed to shrink away more, tensing up ever so slightly and his face scrunching up a little.

“You knew the First Spinjitzu Master, correct?” Rontu asked.

Oliver blinked again, but he was able to respond this time. It was a simple enough question after all. “Yes,” he replied, “I knew him.”

“So you’re much older than you appear,” Rontu commented.

“Technically yes,” Oliver replied, trying to keep his answers simple. “But you know… we didn’t really get along. Me and the First Spinjitzu Master that is.”

“I’m sad to hear that,” Rontu said. “I always heard he had a very kind soul.”

“Yes! Everyone says that!” Oliver erupted abruptly. “Everyone thinks he was so great! And maybe he was, but I don’t care! I always saw him as nothing but-” Oliver suddenly went quiet when he looked up at Rontu and saw her shocked expression. “I mean… it’s nothing.”

“You have a lot of history with him it seems,” Rontu expressed.

“You could say that.”

“Is that why you are so adamantly against learning spinjitzu?” Rontu asked. This question made Oliver grip tighter onto his arms, but Rontu continued. “At the very least, you don’t seem upset about the other ninja using spinjitzu.”

“It’s… complicated,” Oliver admitted. “I just… I just can’t do it… I used to be able to do it, but I had a different mindset back then. Things are different now, and I’ve tried, but I just can’t do it.”

Rontu gave Oliver a sympathetic look as it was clear to her that this was something Oliver had been upset about for a while. She closed her eyes for a moment as she pondered. “Perhaps what you’re dealing with is some sort of mental block,” Rontu suggested.

“A mental block?” Oliver asked.

“I won’t pester you about the specifics,” Rontu continued, “but from what you told me, it sounds like something happened that involves using spinjitzu. And whatever it was that happened to you, it’s preventing you from performing it.”

Oliver stared at Rontu for a moment before he looked away to think over her words. “I guess that would make sense…” he admitted. “But I don’t know, it still just seems like…” Oliver went quiet as he struggled to finish his thought. He then angrily buried his face into his hands. “Agh! Why can’t anything just make sense?!”

“Life is confusing,” Rontu admitted. “Answers very rarely show themselves. It’s up to us to find those answers on our own.”

“But what if we never find the answers?” Oliver asked.

“That happens sometimes,” Rontu replied. “But we must learn to make the most of it, even without all the answers. It’s hard, but nothing in life is easy.”

“Things used to be easy…” Oliver mumbled. “But everything’s become so much more complicated since then…”

“Since when?”

“Since I joined the ninja,” Oliver replied. “They’re like my family and I’d do anything for them, but some days, I don’t know…”

Oliver’s vagueness was not easy for Rontu to decipher. But still, she could pick up on how he was feeling. “Family like that is always worth protecting,” Rontu said. “And it can be just as hard as everything else in life. But it’s worth it to protect the ones you love.”

“Yeah,” Oliver agreed. He slowly began to perk up. “Yeah, it is worth it.”

The two of them sat together for a while, taking a moment to appreciate the calmness around them. Eventually, Rontu began to stand back up.

“You can come back to the training grounds whenever you’d like,” Rontu informed.

“But what about the mental block?” Oliver asked. “If I’ve got some stupid mental block preventing me from figuring out spinjitzu, then what’s the point of training?”

“Even if you can’t use spinjitzu, you can still practice on the course,” Rontu explained. “There’s no reason you should be left out if you are fit and want to participate.”

Oliver remained confused, but eventually he smiled. “Thanks, Rontu,” he replied. “I’ll be back in a little bit. I just need a few more minutes.”

“I understand,” Rontu responded. She opened her wings and began to fly back towards the training course. 

Oliver watched her fly away. He let out a long sigh and smiled, glancing over towards where the other ninja had been training with Egalt.

“It may be difficult, but it’s worth it to keep them all safe…” Oliver repeated to himself.

[being-of-rain]

My thoughts on The Church on Ruby Road! I literally can't write one of these without it being much longer than I expect. You think I'd simply expect it by now. But apparently I just had a lot of thoughts to put down about this one!

I really liked it! Going by friends' reactions, I think I liked it more than most of them. Maybe that's because I was expecting the more straightforward fantasy than usual from Doctor Who after hearing about it from RTD. I hope they dive into that more in the upcoming series, and make it explicit that it's because of the edge-of-the-universe-superstition stuff. That's such a fun direction for the show to go in.

I mostly have good things to say. Ncuti Gatwa was an instant fit for the Doctor, I can't wait to watch a whole series of him. His outfits were fantastic, especially that very first shot of him with his hat. And his deduction and reassurance scene with the policeman reminds us that the character has a powerful magic even without the goblins and skyships. Oh and the Doctor loving the name Lulubelle, what an adorable moment.

The goblins and skyships themselves felt very Peter Pan to me, and I love the urban fantasy feel it gave the episode. I also simply adore the fairytale logic, narrative magic that the Doctor was talking about. "The language of luck" and "coincidence is what makes the baby tasty" and "vocabulary of rope" and "if you have lots of accidents, it stitches you in. It weaves you into the day." I eat that stuff up, urban fantasy at its best in my opinion. Creeping into our world around the edges. And of course Doctor Who had to have a line suggesting that all coincidences might be because of goblins, I love it. The unexpected goblin music number felt very appropriately pantomime, and led to yet another moment that made me fell in love with this Doctor; him continuing the song rather than stopping it. Again, adorable.

As for Ruby Sunday, she's fun to watch and well acted, and I don't have anything bad to say about her, but she does feel a little generic-companion to me at the moment. Sometimes companions take a while before they go from 'like' to 'love' for me, but they usually make it eventually, it just takes one really great episode or plot. I do love her family though, they're so much fun, please can we have the Doctor spending more time with them. It's so cute to see a foster family depicted so positively and wholesomely.

Which leads us to the hardest-hitting part of the episode, when Ruby's taken and the timeline is rewritten, and GOD it's bleak. It's another look at that classic RTD cynicism that's just under the surface, but it works soooo well here, god damn. The way a lot of minimal changes made the setting go from "queens of the sky" to "stuck with my old mum up here in the attic" was so Powerful. The performances of Michelle Greenidge as a depressed Carla and Ncuti Gatwa as a raw and heartbroken Doctor was just. Chef's kiss. This time it's sci-fi at it's best; something impossible happening and then the story really digging its claws into the emotional impact it has on people.

The Doctor really showing his emotions is something I love and want to see a lot more of. I assume that's the main change to the character after Tennant Doctor's mental health retirement, which is a relief after Thirteen's years of brooding and hiding negative emotions from friends. So I don't mind Gatwa's Doctor having issues and brooding moments, because obviously you can't permanently fix all your problems forever anyway, especially not in his life. But all that said, specifically his line "I've got no one" really stood out to me as being strange considering the previous episode seemingly solving that in the short term. I know Gatwa's Doctor might potentially be a long way past that now, but surely it robs the retirement ending of its entire point if we immediately skip past not only the healing, but the getting-worse-again-about-the-exact-same-issue as well.

Speaking of Thirteen, it was nice to see RTD once again bring back the Timeless Child from Chibnall's era and give it a bit more depth. Chibnall definitely acknowledged the Timeless Child's emotional impact on the Doctor, and she had an arc surrounding that. But if I had to describe that arc I'd call it rather one-note and uninteresting; going from 'desperate to know more about adoption' to 'accepting it without question' without really any character beats in-between. Seeing how Gatwa's Doctor was dealing with it, how he related to other adoption stories and thought about himself, adds more dimensions to that, and I hope we get more glimpses of it.

When it comes to Ruby Sunday's adoption, I like that there's something of a plot bait-and-switch with the Doctor staring at (presumably) Ruby's mother in the cold open, then the Doctor being more concerned with saving Ruby later in the episode, and deciding not to follow the mother. If the series spends more focus on that plot, I hope it's mostly Ruby making a similar choice to the Doctor, because I'm an absolute sucker for 'it's not biology that makes a family.' I mean, basically my favourite Doctor Who story is Izzy Sinclair's from the DWM comic, and it was basically this. Izzy's story might've even been a direct influence on Ruby's, since we know that RTD was a DWM reader at the time and loved it too, enough to send a letter in praising the final Izzy comic! Anyway, I should probably try not to compare the two arcs too much, because I have my favourite and I'm biased 😂

How does this Thoughts Post feel even longer than usual!? I guess new Doctor, new companion, and new story arcs might do that. So time for random points!

-After checking, the clock on the eponymous church is absolutely the same one on the Christmas Town tower from The Time of the Doctor. I hope I'm not the only one who immediately noticed that aha. -I've seen people diss the narration at the very start, and I get disliking purposeless narration, but I think this one serves a purpose well. It adds even more of a fairytale vibe to a very fairytale scenario in a very fairytale episode. -Random nitpick: one thing I'd change about the episode is how much stress the camera and music give to some comedy minor characters, specifically the lady with the pram, Mrs Flood in her first scene, and the other neighbour. Focusing on them so much felt like it dampened their little jokes a bit. -Random highlight: I love when the Doctor says random throwaway stuff like they always do, but side characters actually pick it up and start trying to pick meaning out of it. So it made me happy when Ruby came back to the Houdini namedrop at the end of the episode. -The international version of the episode had a random Disney Plus ad before the final few lines (rather than that being a mid-credits scene like in the UK) and god I hated it. Praying that doesn't happen again. -I know RTD has said there'll be more about the "mysterious" Mrs Flood in future, but to me she genuinely just felt like a minor character with a christmas fourth-wall break. I really don't care about getting more of her, so if there is then I hope it's more interesting. -The murder of the Goblin King sure was more violent than usual for Doctor Who, and it can bother me a little bit when TV shows start letting things like that go by without comment, but I don't really mind it this time. The goblins vanished like the mythical creatures they were, the Doctor was cool as hell jumping off the church tower to bring them down, and this time the classic RTD Emotional Manipulation was working on me perfectly. -It's hilarious that they're keeping up the 'mavity' thing, I wonder when they'll actually do something with that.

Final thoughts! The Church on Ruby Road was a fantastic start to The Gatwa Era. It had a simple plot and villains, which worked wonderfully with the delightful characters, magical aesthetic, and powerful emotional beats it landed. It definitely felt more like a first episode than a christmas special, which is to it's credit, but with the singular downside that it has me impatient for more episodes!

If you made it all the way to the end, then Happy New Year! I hope you (and Dr Who) have a wonderful 2024 😘

[sunskate]

Tessa and Scott: episode 2

episode 1 made a thing of Marina going to Champs Camp with Meryl and Charlie - is she giving equal time to both teams? episode 2 makes it clear she shows up for VM's High Performance Camp assessments, so while it turns out to be true that she didn't support VM equally, this isn't an example of it, producers🙃

ep. 2 focuses on HPC - how nervous Tessa is is painful to see. this is where she calls Kate with tears and throws up after their FD

"i really internalize things, just assume that i'm a terrible skater, a bad person" - on the one hand 🥺 but also, huh? i know feelings like this aren't logical, but i'm curious what being a bad person means to her? sometimes ppl think "i'm a perfectionist" "i'm so hard on myself" are a badge of honor and a way to drive yourself, but it feels like a harsh way to do it and seems to lead her to spiral

then there's the cringe moment when Ryan Pyette, the London Free Press reporter who's been covering VM since they were little kids, asks Scott, "did you get lean? you look less bulky" it's not really better seeing a guy get asked questions about his body and appearance in an intrusive way

then Tessa, plaintively - "i wish people would ask me that. all i hear is did you put on muscle? are you bulking up? no!" thankfully Scott answers, "idiots. let's eat"

but in the next scene - he's having a cheeseburger, salad, ginger ale, orange juice. she's having a skinless grilled chicken breast, a couple tomato slices and some pasta shells with not much on them in small portions 😢

then after HPC, she goes to TIFF with Chiddy (and has a moment exchanging numbers and talking about hanging out with Jian Ghomeshi, who went on trial for sexual assault the next year - god i hope this was the last time she saw him💀)

Scott goes home rather than staying, and Tessa says, "i think it was just one of those nights where he needed to get home and relax and get away from the whole skating world and maybe even me" - whyy does she think this way 😭 after the pressure of HPC and media day, instead of walking a red carpet at a film festival, getting his picture taken and socializing, he went home for the weekend. sounds normal and understandable. he says see you Monday in Canton, so they’re back on the ice bright and early, probs - i mean, doesn't she want in part to go home and recover? TIFF is more her scene than his, and they'd been to it together before:

YSL after party at TIFF in 2010 (someone pls fix his shirt 😅)

but oof, producers, not subtle - Tessa: "hopefully when we're done skating competitively i'll have more time to devote to a real relationship" - cut to:

i wonder how they pitched this to him - look out the window pensively and drink your coffee 💀this show was pretty rude to his gf

again, i’d take more footage of actual skating and feedback at HPC. i think these producers were just kind of bad at this lol VM gave them plenty of 🤔moments without resorting to this 🫠

[the-sun-princess]

Emi Plays Revue Starlight: El Dorado Part 10

ok time to finish off the clautaba stageplay bit and we'll see if i'm insane enough for mahiru to start that route or wait til tomorrow after work

uh....cw?: for my brain finally catching onto lines in the play that straight up tell u whats going on but it didnt click til mahiru said the lines

oh right forgot to know who junna n nana are. sounds like junna's luigi so my guesses have been on the mark this time

ALSO I REALIZED THAT KAORUKO N FUTABA ACTUALLY GET TO KISS EACH OTHER ON STAGE THATS NOT FAIR KJHKJSDF

oh interesting. miguel and carmencita are here at the grave

ajsfdf mahiru cavallero is just Immediately Shady As Hell thats very funny. tbf it Does help jam in that cavallero is not offering to take salvatore in outta charity

oo now the ring swap. that fits in better. also god i have to turn the bgm even further down so i can actually hear the voicelines

futaba praise :)

d'awwwww hikari talked a lot about futaba

yknow cavallero does say salvatore has a lusty toned technique is he like. sexually abusing him? not an interpretation i got outta the others but 3rd time reading and mahiru voicing it makes it sound that way

i mean he has to be abusing his sailors in SOME way for them to hate them- it just didnt rlly click that rape was a possible option til now.

ble ble ble columbus

ohohohoho? isabel asking to come along this time. this was the only time til now i actually got that salvatore was the one grabbing isabel n kissing her junna salvatore there was 0 impression for me to Not think it was isabel doing it before running off

kaoruko salvatore at least had lines in the intermission that made it seem so

...

YEAH I RLLY SHOULDA PUT TOGETHER IT WAS SPOSED TO BE RAPE BEFORE NOW- this isnt even subtext why did my brain just assume it was vague physical violence when its just.....obv sexual assault. tsk tsk at the other cavalleros u didnt say ur lines like a predator enough

sometimes i get overly concious of my art mistakes and then starlight goes and puts out an official product i had to pay for with art like this and i'm like 'i'm fine'

i dont even have a team of editors or ppl meant to be checking this stuff. or speak japanese well but i can still tell when they fucked up a line's translation (sometimes)

i think its funny that in the intermissions the gfs of everyone come up to give them water

EXCEPT for nana to junna. futaba gave junna water bc nana was off crying in a corner about her kissing mahiru

well now im just thinking about arisa freaking out at kasumi in bandori s2 skjhf

kiss again. do it you two. kiss again

kaoruko what does THAT even mean

oh my GOD kaoruko i s2g

make allll that fuss about being embarrassed and then have to save face by calling the kiss futaba's "audition" i'm going to bang my head through a wall

yeah yeah obv futaba n claudines performances were inspired by the others

tabun

back to da play. carmencita still does Nothing

oh interesting, actual scenes of alejandro catching up to salvatore. .....ALEJANDRO WHY U HIRE THE BULLIES FROM THE FIRST ACT

ISABEL AS A STOWAWAY????????/ oh boy with all the upheaval to the status quo on this one i cannot WAIT for mahiru route

also i fuckin hate this line ksjfh (not literally but)

all i can think of is

oh i guess you can sail to granada from wherever they started-

it still makes 0 sense to me on how alejandro caught up to salvatore

SJKFH THE CACKLE I LET OUT

isabel using alejandro just to get to salvatore oohh man just rub it in

yeah sorry bud

i like how the eyebrow is hidden by the eyepatch but not the hair

i was wondering what isabel was doin all this time. just watchin i guess. she screams after salvatore jumps ship

rip isabel....still stuck in a destiny thats not of ur choosing

gah i want to mahiru route now. but i know i'll want to play it thru straight. and i have work tomorrow so i cant do that bc gotta get to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. esp if it'll be longer than the other routes like it prob will be

i wonder how tragic it will end...and also presumably where hikari pops in. like i know she's in here SOMEWHERE ksjfdh

<<part 9 part 11>>

[seraph-of-sizes]

Writing ideas

Here are some writing ideas I have, I'm already working on the Fontaine siblings (Human Freminet, Borrowers Lyney + Lynette) but y'all can pick what others you find interesting. :D

Lumine + Aether w/ borrowers Lyney, Lynette, Freminet (modern au)

Freminet w/ borrowers Lyney, Lynette

Wriothesley, the DUKE, giant lowkey equivalent to Atlas, LITERALLY holding the primordial sea at bay as his sentence. Neuvillette finds out. (Wriolette fluff)

Scara’s consciousness occasionally gets shot into the husk of Shouki no Kami, its stressing him out but he refuses to talk about it, believing it's just a nightmare. Nahida figures it out when she catches the Traveler going down into the workshop one night through a hole at the base of Sumeru City’s tree roots, scaralumi/scarather will be neutral so you can read it per your preference.

After the mirage in the bottle, Eula and Collei head back to Sumeru to see Nilou perform. Unfortunately, Eula isn't as familiar with Sumeru’s rainforest and loses collie after being attacked by a Rishboland tiger. Thankfully a particular forest watcher was nearby.

Navia, sizeshifter that runs Spina di Rosula. After Act two of the 4.0 Archon Quest, she's constantly tiny. And it rains, a LOT. When Poisson begins to have a small crisis from the downpour causing flooding, she makes the journey with the Traveler to see Neuvillette and straighten out the hurt in her heart. (Why the Traveler thinks this will fix the flooding, Navia has no idea.)

Neuvillette, who can be as small as an otter (and sometimes confused with one) or as large as the sovereign he is the incarnation of, as his body winds along the trenches of Fontaine. Loud pops make the water churn as he stretches completely for the first time in one hundred years. However, when he opens his eyes, he wasn't really prepared to be face-to-face with the infamous child diver Freminet, and neither was Freminet prepared to actually see the hydro dragon in all of his scaled glory.

Zhongli has had a few forms over the years, but never has he stayed so long without donning his Exuvia, an itch to be large and powerful itches under his skin. It's not until the traveler introduces him to the Iudex of Fontaine and a low territorial growl escapes him that it truly becomes unbearable. Escaping into the wilds of Juyun karst, he dives into ancient caverns to hide from the people of Liyue, after all Rex Lapis is supposed to be dead, not roaring his head off in the woods somewhere.

Kaveh had explored a fair number of ruins in the desert of Sumeru, he even stumbled across the one that trapped Faruzan for a century (he gave it a wide berth, no thank you), but the tiny dais before him was something so foreign he couldn't help but open it. I mean, yes, it LOOKED like a tiny coffin, but the worst that was going to happen was a dead lizard falling out of it or something…. Turns out the 'or something' is a tiny person. That looks almost exactly like Alhaitham. Wait…is this King Deshret?

Kazuha gently kneels before the sword and masterless vision that lay right where he had left them. With the vision hunt decree and sakoku decree abolished, he was a free man. He could help being bitter about how he made it to the other side alive and whole, and yet had lost so much along the way. He shook his head, such negativity would get him nowhere, even the wind was whispering of new beginnings, chances to make amends… “Niwa?” What he had assumed was a discarded doll suddenly moved towards him, speaking. Kazuha centric, character study. Kabukimono formed from the lost doll scara had. Wanderer comes in later.

[cicada-dust]

engagement announcement

I'm engaged to my childhood best friend, we’ve known each other practically since we were born. We met in preschool our birthdays 48 days apart. Then 5 years later we both had new baby brothers 23 days apart. My younger brother and his became inseparable and throughout our childhood, we would become as close to each other as they were. Together we used to steal my grandma's iPad and create low-budget films on iMovie. Our backyards are the setting of thousands of hectic videos using up my grandma's storage. Eventually, the iPad stopped working and all of them are gone. Save one video of us running through the tall grass at the beach. We shout that there was a snake (there wasn't) and jump and hid, screaming. The video comes out of focus and my mum says Honey there's something wrong with the camera. Years before, we were enrolled in the same elementary school, Queen Anne Elementary. A 5-minute walk from my house and a 45-minute drive from his. His parents didn't want him to be lonely at the other schools, but despite the commitment for us to go to school from kindergarten to 3rd grade (when I left) we talked 4 times and looked at each other for a total of 13 times. We were still best friends just not in school. I had my 3 girlfriends and he had a group of friends, they would trade Pokemon cards behind the school during recess. Another matter was Maddie. She and I became friends in kindergarten despite going to different schools. I'm not actually sure how we met, but I do remember that we were terrified of her. Once she was missing for 2 weeks from school, she had told me she had gone to Antarctica and assuming it was warm (it was spring) she only packed tank tops and shorts. Coincidentally her parents forgot to check the weather forecast and also packed warm weather clothes. She had told me because of this honest mistake her father had frozen to death. It was almost a year after this when I found out her father was in fact alive. I never asked where she really went for the two weeks she was gone. Maddie had always been a possessive friend, and we had lived a few minutes away from each other. Me and Roland (the fiance) had drifted apart in the next couple years. He was shy and sometimes you had to meet him all over again when you saw him, awkwardly saying hello until it seemed it remembered you knew him. Then we would tear through his house with Nerf guns looking to torture our younger brothers. In middle school we stayed friends but more awkward than before, mostly being dragged by our brothers to see each other. During covid, we saw each other more often ditching online school for family cookouts. That summer I sat in my dad's office with my mum and my brother together reading. My dad walked to the world map tacked slightly crookedly onto the drywall. He pointed to a tiny neon orange island near Australia. He’d asked us if we knew what it was called. I was twelve at the time, and my brother seven. I had lived at 1914 Third Avenue North for as long as I could remember. My handprints were inlaid in our backyard along with with my name from when cement was being poured. On the side of the house buried a couple feet under were my brother's old Octonaut toys. Me and Roland had performed cult rituals on them and buried them in fear of getting possessed. My brother said he didn't know what the tiny neon orange country was called. I read the small black text and said ‘New Zealand’ giggling at my dad. He narrowed his eyes and asked if I had cheated which I fiercely denied. Two months later our house was empty and we boarded a plane to a tiny neon orange country. I awkwardly gave Roland a side hug. I never went back. But back to the engagement. I was 5 years old. Sitting underneath a play tent I asked him to marry me. He said yes. To be more accurate he said ‘I guess so’, but it didn't matter, we were engaged. I found his Instagram about 6 months ago I told him that we were still engaged. He didn't remember.

[xamassed]

⟬ @houseofvaricty ⟭

He leaned on the side of the building, smiling and just watching her perform. She was poetry in motion and he didn't want to interrupt her concentration. Luck or fate, whichever one chose to believe, had brought her to his neighborhood. He wouldn't let the chance pass him by, no never again. When it seemed she was allowed a break from the action, Peter Quill approached.

"Hey, I heard there was a beautiful lady in the area. I just had to see for myself." He gave her a cheeky wink before wrapping her in a loving embrace. "Damn, Anita... I missed ya."

She didn't understand the technical and financial side of movies. When Anita heard something about ' film incentives ' and bills, she didn't care. It soared right over her head because all she really cared about was the fact that a handsome, cunning, highly ( and sometimes annoyingly ) charming space-man had been born in Missouri.

A quick and cheeky text had been tossed in his direction, but she didn't expect a reply. She assumed he was out beyond the stars, saving people and doing what Guardians did best. ( She had no idea. If she did, she wouldn't work. She couldn't work. What she imagined was far too pleasant and hopeful compared to the horror he and his crew had gone through. )

But she sent it anyway, thinking she was clever.

[ space-dweeb 💙 ]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏Hey, guess what? ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏I got a job filming in your neck of the woods! ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎I know this isn't really your home anymore, but... ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎Still makes me think of you.

The more she typed, the less clever she felt. By the time she reached the end of the message string, she ached. A few months was nothing compared to the five years without him, but after being without for so long, it made her realized just how deep her love for him really was.

There were no replies. No hint that he had read her messages. She didn't mind. She had work to distract her. Choreographed fights kept her focused, jumps taken from entirely too high helped her blood rush and her heart race.

Though, her blood never rushed quite as fast as when she heard his voice.

She was sticky with sweat, her hair was a mess and she looked the slightest bit worn out, but none that mattered when she whipped around to find her Star-Lord standing behind her.

"Peter!" Forgetting that she was meant to be in a vaguely professional setting, she bolted for the man and flung her arms around his middle. She buried her face into his chest, breathed deeply into his scent and let out a muffled, dry sob of relief.

She remained like that for a while, until her lungs demanded air. Chin up, eyes wet but smile ever-present — until she noticed how much thinner his face appeared and how sad his eyes looked.

"I missed you too, big guy. Like, a lot." Both hands took his stubbly face, but she didn't yank him down for a kiss like she so badly wanted to. That could wait until later, when there weren't several pairs of eyes trained on them. "I'm stupidly happy you're here. You're gonna stick around, right? I have a feeling we've got loads to catch up on."

[venerex]

hers

part of the svthub collab

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

contains: camcouple, orgasm denial, overstimulation, use of a sex toy (vibrator), intercourse (unprotected; assume use of other contraceptive methods), mentions of tattoos

a/n: in true livvie fashion, i took a brief and added established relationship dynamic. this is camcouple au rather than camboy au, hope you enjoy it!

"ah, ah, baby. keep your legs open, don't want to keep everyone from seeing how you clench, mm?"

you whimper at jeonghan's chiding words but obey, parting your legs again, letting the camera capture your desperately clenching cunt. his hands rest on your thighs as you lean back on his shoulder, feeling his lips press a soft kiss on the side of your head. he's edged you three times now, and you're beginning to lose focus.

you and jeonghan have some rather unusual hobbies, the strangest one of them being the one you're currently engaged in - camming. the two of you realized early on in your relationship that you enjoy being filmed while having sex, and you ventured into camming a little while later. it had taken some research and experimentation to figure out the best way to enjoy the activity while remaining anonymous (neither of you wants to be recognized for your illicit performances), and now you run a modest channel where you broadcast your bedroom activities semi-regularly.

"won't you read the comments, baby?", his hands rub your thighs soothingly as you catch your breath, "see how much they like it".

you nod and manage to focus on the laptop screen, the bright letters stating "herhannie is live now!" making your heart flutter, like it did when jeonghan suggested the username. the two of you had decided to use "hannie" and "baby" (and sometimes "angel", when jeonghan can't help himself) to refer to each other, seeing as hannie is a common enough nickname that jeonghan can't be identified by it. a camboy you had consulted had warned you against using the possessive username, saying it might turn off viewers.

the advice only made it more appealing to you, though. jeonghan was yours, and you wanted to be possessive. so herhannie stayed.

your eyes catch the usernames you recognize, and you read the comments of your regular viewers. one catches your eye, and you read it out loud.

dinosauras: watching this with my gf rn, she thinks you're super hot

"ah, thanks", you giggle, feeling jeonghan smile against your neck, "that's so cute! me and - and hannie used to watch couples too!".

jeonghan nips at your ear and you pout, sighing when he laves his tongue softly to soothe the sting.

"that was close", he chuckles, "almost gave me away, baby".

the buzz of the vibrator fills the room, and the toy touches your clit before you can respond.

"thought i'm 'hannie' when we're here, mm?", his arm around your waist tightens as you squirm, feeling your orgasm closing in, "your hannie, right?"

what a dick. he knows the affect the words have on you, and he's pulling away the vibrator a second before your orgasm hits - denying you for the fourth time that night. both his hands wrap around you to keep you still as you squirm, tearful moans escaping your lips.

his murmured praises in your ear help you calm down, his chest against your back grounding you to reality. when you started experimenting with denial, jeonghan used to check in every time you seemed in pain - but he knows better now. he knows how much you enjoy it, and he trusts you to stop him when you don't.

"can you read some comments, baby?", jeonghan's voice is soft, but you're sure the microphone catches it, "i'll let you come after you do, mm?"

"okay", you clear your throat, one eye catching jeonghan reaching for the bottle of water beside the bed, "yeah".

you accept the bottle with a small smile and take a sip, reading the comments while you swallow. you almost spit out the liquid when a few comments catch your eye:

sundaywhoring: whats that on your thigh?

bigdk: are you hurt?

you angle your head to look at the side of your upper thigh, where body tape covers a small patch of skin. jeonghan hums contemplatively before whispering "i think we can say it, if you're okay with it" in your ear.

"well", you smile, feeling a flush come up your neck, "hannie and i got matching tattoos last week".

the chat erupts, a mixture of "ugh" and "omg so cute!" filling up the screen.

"i know", jeonghan's voice is cheerful, and you catch a hint of boastfulness, "we're disgusting".

you giggle and lean your head back, humming contently as you feel jeonghan nuzzle your neck.

"i think i should make you come now", his hands slip down to caress your inner thighs, not yet touching you where you want.

"i think that's a great idea", your voice is slightly breathless, "i agree".

"is that right?", he slaps your thigh lightly, shushing you when you whimper, "oh, i'm glad. i would hate to disappoint you, angel".

two fingers slip around the lips of your cunt and press against each other, effectively putting pressure on your clit - enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to give you any satisfaction.

"where's my tattoo?", his other hand reaches for the vibrator, "well, that's only for my baby to know".

someone must've asked the location of his tattoo. you barely finish the thought before the vibrator touches your clit, jeonghan's arm quickly wrapping around you as you shake, your orgasm hitting you in record time.

"it's okay, baby", the vibrator presses harder, "you've been so good. come for me".

his words send you off the edge and you explode, mewling his nickname loudly as you press against his chest, his length digging into your lower back. he keeps the toy on your nub as you ride out your orgasm, feeling spurred on by the praises he coos for everyone to hear. soon enough, the pleasure of the buzz turns into the sting of overstimulation, and you whine for jeonghan to stop.

"you did so good", jeonghan discards the vibrator, "such a good girl, mm? always so good for me".

you hum shakily and turn your head slightly to meet jeonghan's eyes, kissing him softly, feeling warm when his hand reaches up to cup your cheek.

"good?", he whispers, not caring about being audible to the audience.

"yeah", you clear your throat, making sure your next words are loud enough for the mic to catch them, "love you".

jeonghan laughs and turns his head to the side to check the viewfinder, making sure your heads are still out of frame.

"love you too, baby", he turns back and nudges his nose against yours, "always".

you face the laptop to read off some comments, not surprised at the number of donation messages visible in the chat. you and jeonghan had turned off the chat and donation notifications long ago, finding the sounds a nuisance. even without the pinging though, you know your viewers enjoy moments of intimacy between you and your lover.

you decide to answer a personal question.

hawsaw: how long have the two of you been together btw

"well", jeonghan parts your legs slightly, his hands inching towards your cunt, "i think like, 3 years?"

"mm mm", a finger circles your clit, and you feel his smile against your shoulder at your sharp breath, "something like that".

"hannie", you whine when his finger slips down to press against your entrance, "please".

"please what, baby? use your words"

"feel so - ", you gasp when he adds another finger to circle your entrance, "so empty".

"what do you want me to do?", his fingers enter your cunt, wiggling slightly, "is this what you want?"

"yes", you gasp, "no - fuck. want your cock, hannie".

"oh, really?", his fingers curve, hitting your sensitive spot in practiced come-hither motions, making you groan, "you sure this isn't what you want? you seem to like it so much".

"no, please", your hand wraps around his wrist, "please, please. want your cock, hannie".

jeonghan stays silent, continuing to finger you.

"please, hannie", you whimper, barely able to think, "feel so empty. please, want your cock".

"shh. okay, baby", he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and moaning at the taste, "i'll fuck you, yeah?"

he urges you to lift up, his hands gently guiding you to sit on his cock. both of you moan at the feeling, staying in the position while you get used to the stretch.

"you're so warm, angel", jeonghan gushes, "and so wet - fuck".

you chuckle breathlessly, bleary eyes barely taking in the comments pouring in.

tigerlovegrr: she looks so fucked out, even without the face

"ah, is that so", you turn to see the viewfinder and clench at the visual. user tigerlovegrr is right - your body is lax against jeonghan's and you're visibly trembling. you do look fucked out.

"just needed my cock. isn't that right, baby?", jeonghan lifts his hips slightly and you moan, his cock nestling further inside you, "i expect an answer when i ask a question, baby".

"y-yes", he circles his hips and you fight to keep your train of thought, "needed your cock, hannie. so empty".

"that's right, baby", his breath stutters as you clench around him, "can you fuck yourself on me, baby? give everyone a show?"

you nod and lift yourself up, slamming back on jeonghan's length, both of your moans filling up the room. his hands hold your hips and help you ride him while he bucks his hips up in a dance the two of you have perfected. one of his hands reaches out to the side and then presses a cold object in your hand - it's the vibrator, still slick from earlier.

"put it on your clit, baby", he turns it on, "make yourself come".

"but hannie", you moan when he moves your hand to the apex of your thighs, pushing your hand to press the toy against your cunt, "sensitive. so - so sensitive".

"i know, angel", he coos, his hand still on yours, "but i want you to come, mm? you can do it, you're such a good girl".

you nod tearfully and wrap your fingers securely around the toy, pressing against your clit when jeonghan removes his hand. the sensitivity is almost too much, but you keep the vibrator pressed against your nub - your cunt clenching around his cock as you feel an orgasm approaching.

"such a good girl", jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and fucks his length into your cunt, "clenching around m-me. close, baby?"

you explode before you can answer, your body writhing against jeonghan's as you come, the vibrator against your clit feeling almost painful before he grabs it and turns it off. despite your barely-there state, you're aware of how jeonghan's cock inside you twitches and how his breathing is uneven - he stopped his movements to let you come.

you lift your body up slightly and slam back down, turning to see jeonghan's eyes close as he curses.

"fuck, baby - ", his head tilts back, "baby - you don't have to".

"want you to come, hannie", you lean in closer and clench around him, lowering your voice to a small whisper that only he can hear, "come inside me, jeonghan".

you feel his warm release fill you up as his hips stutter, his moans and your breathing the only sound in the room. his eyes stay close as his hand pats the space next to you, and he sighs in content when you interlace your fingers with his.

for a moment, there's only the sound of breathing in the room. the camera and the audience is forgotten as the two of you catch your breath, basking in the afterglow.

jeonghan opens his eyes and looks at you, his hazy expression matching yours. he leans forward to kiss your softly, his hands running up your arms to cup your face.

"i think we should stop the stream", you smile, your hands lifting up to rest against his chest.

"yeah", he clears his throat, urging you to lift up, "hope you enjoyed this one, guys".

supportive comments fill up the chat as you rise and clumsily fall to the side, cum seeping out of you and on the bedsheet. you look up when jeonghan stops his movements, chuckling and shaking your head at how his eyes stay transfixed on your cunt.

"hannie", you smile sweetly as he snaps up his head with a questioning hum, "the stream?"

"right", his hand lifts up the wireless mouse and accompanying mousepad, "see you later, guys! hope you have a nice week".

he clicks the "stop" button and puts away the mouse, turning off the camera and shutting down the laptop before reaching his arms out to you. you oblige, giggling as you fall against his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist as he presses soft kisses on your hair.

"you good?", he pulls back and lifts your chin up.

"yeah, you?"

"i'm good", he kisses you one last time before getting up, the tattoo on his back flexing as he puts away the devices.

you start to count seconds.

ten. he's closing the tripod and reaching for its case.

twenty-three. he's taking the vibrator to the bathroom to clean it up. you close your eyes, but keep counting.

forty-one. he comes back and places a soft kiss on your cheek, smiling when you open one eye blearily to look at him.

forty-nine. he opens the nightstand drawer. you smile knowingly.

fifty-three. he slips the ornament on your finger.

"jeonghan", you tease, "you didn't even last a minute".

"and so what?", he pretends to not care, but you know better, "that's where it belongs".

you shake your head, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smiling fondly when he leans into your touch instinctively, the emerald on your engagement ring shining against his skin.

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[magicmanii]

hi! i dont know if requests are open, if not, just ignore this! glamrock freddy x wolf! animatronic who is roxy’s sibling headcannons? i hope this isn’t too vague. have a lovely day!

Glamrock Freddy x wolf animatronic reader! (Who's roxys sibling)

Ty for requesting!!! And no it isn't too vague don't worry! I hope you enjoy :D!

Reader is gn!

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• let's just say that you and roxy were made around the same time, roxy being activated a few minutes before (and therefore bragging about being older)

• when you two were introduced to the others you and roxy were pretty protective of each other, with you watching everyone move around constantly and roxy always staying by your side no matter what

• but eventually you two warmed up to them! (More to some then the others)

• now you've never really properly met Freddy you've only talked briefly with him before moving on, so you took it upon yourself to finally introduce yourself

• you decide to wait backstage, listening to them perform and admire them and your sister for being able to do that in front of so many people, and when they were finally done you got a giant hug from roxy some questions about why you were there and a suspicious look

• you eventually told her that you wanted to meet her bandmates a little better. Buying the answer she shoved you to chica first before dragging her away after you've introduced yourself

• now you were left with Monty and Freddy, you quickly introduced yourself to Monty who just grunted and walked away before moving on to Freddy, before you could even begin to speak Freddy spoke first "you look amazing"

• you barely even processed what he said before your internal fans started picking up and Freddy started to apologize profusely

• you barely muttered out a "it's alright" before you snapped out of it and asked if he would like to hang out sometime, to you know get to know each other better that's all

• surprised at your straight forwardness Freddy quickly agreed before speed walking to his room and pass a livid roxy

• now you might imagine how you must've felt after getting a date with such a cute animatronic first try, and if you can't imagine you were very very ecstatic even telling music man all about it (who excitedly listened)

• now the day of the "date" came and you were very very nervous even annoying roxy to the point of her chasing you

• when you finally got to the designated spot you chose you saw Freddy sitting there nervously tapping his foot with a plushy of himself in his hands

• greeting him you two were pretty awkward at first before warming up to each other when the topic of rock music came up

• after that whole ordeal you two were basically stuck at the hip you going wherever he went and him going wherever you went

• now you must assume that roxy was getting a little suspicious at this point, you and Freddy have gotten suspiciously close in a little amount of time, so her being the amazing sister she was decide to intimidate Freddy into giving her answers

• which he quickly gave on the threat of his head being taken from his body and being given to Monty

• after she figured everything out she stormed to your area to give you an ear full and many empty threats before finally telling you to stop being stupid and just tell him how you felt

• you finally agreed and told her you'd tell him soon.

• and that soon was February 14th (you see what I did there) and you have decide to meet him at the movie theater, and when he did finally show up you both anxiously watched the short films before you both finally broke the silence and confessed at the same time, cheesy I know

• after that whole ordeal you two were finally a couple! A very sappy one but still a cute couple <3

• now seeing you and roxy were basically made to be siblings it's no doubt you have a least a bit of an ego, which you use to brag about your amazing boyfriend to any unfortunate souls/animatronics

• you also have a free ticket to Roxy's Raceway anytime you want to go so you can imagine two insane wolf animatronics desperately trying to beat the other while there's a terrified bear cramped in the back desperately clinging onto you for dear life

• and on that bragging about the Freddy part I'm not kidding, you've talked and annoyed so many people that roxy has threatened to bash your head in if you even mentioned Freddy once (music man still doesn't mind your rantings though <3)

• and Freddy supports you as much as he can as well! He talks just as much about you and whenever you do something or you're in a competition he's always the loudest one shouting and clapping

• cuddles are also a big thing between you too, anytime you get free time it's spent cuddling or competitively playing board games

• so overall roxy keeps an eye on him incase he tries anything and you're both very in love 11/10

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I hope you enjoyed!! I kinda strayed away from the headcannon style in the middle so I hope you still liked it!!

[rainieclown]

DEADLY OBSESSION

michael myers x reader - chapter 3: blood pill

when you're in your room, you feel tired and lonely. it's been a long afternoon with doctors running around to find a new carer for you while miss burnham went home to recover. most of all, you were terrified that michael was being treated unfairly. there were sick rumours of doctor loomis mistreating patients, but you'd have to wait and see.

tags: angst, morning sickness, pregnancy/pregnancy tests

warnings: forced abortion, vomiting, angst, crying, yandere themes

huge trigger warning for (forced) abortions this chapter, i want to go into how patients are treated by the hospital as this is set in the 1980's and people in mental hospitals were treated cruelly around that time (esp in the halloween franchise) if you can't read this chapter, that's completely fine! i hope you're doing well, drink plenty of water and eat three meals - rin <3

michael had been gone for 4 weeks now, and you felt terrified. when you woke up this morning, you started vomiting and found that you can't move too quickly as you'll grow nauseous. miss burnham had visited, and was on crutches, only to be sent home by the administrator of the hospital. you felt lonely, they still hadn't found a free nurse as the hospital was pretty full, causing most of the staff to be overworked and unable to fit you on a schedule. so, doctor addison took you in on his more light schedule, he was simply researching cotard syndrome, and had three patients under his care for therapy and interviews about how they felt and how they became the way they are today. so, when you got up, after checking michael's room for any sign of him, you headed to the rec room where one of doctor addison's patients sat. they were talking, and the poor girl was truly convinced she was a vampire, referring to herself as "the mistress of the dark." you believed her name was thelma, but you weren't sure as she was never interested in talking to you and you just left her be. "thank you for your time, miss howcroft. i shall leave you to your undead activities." doctor addison bows his head before heading over to you.

"good morning, y/n. you look a little rough." the doctor greets, and you huff. "mhm. i feel sick, just spent 5 minutes throwing up." you sigh, and doctor addison hums, beginning to scribble down notes on a new page. "tell me your symptoms?" he suggests, and you hum. "nauseous, just feeling generally ill. i feel like i'm going to throw up." you tell him, and he hums, writing down the information you gave him. "morning sickness?" he suggests, looking up at you. "pfft, yeah maybe." you sigh, grabbing a cup to fill up with water. "is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asks, and you choke on your drink. growing flustered, you stammer slightly, looking away from the man. "i'm guessing so from what i witnessed." he teases, nudging your side. "shut up..! i'm not pregnant." you huff, glancing at your stomach. "you could be, i'll get a test for you." he says, leaving the room.

you sigh, looking over at thelma who was staring at you. she makes a small noise as she realises she's been caught gawking, and you furrow your brows as she slinks away out of the room. you had noticed her wandering around curiously, sometimes spending her time with a burn victim. they seemed to get on pretty well, and you and doctor addison made a bet that they were secretly dating. when doctor addison returns, he hands you a thin box. "take this, and tell me the results asap." he smiles, pushing the box into your hands. "fine.. but i don't think i'm pregnant as morning sickness normally happens before this time." you note, but doctor addison corrects you. "no, morning sickness starts around the 4th to 6th week of pregnancy." he smiles, and you roll your eyes as you walk into the bathroom.

your heart dropped when you saw the results. you were pregnant. terrified of how the doctors would react, how miss burnham would react, but most importantly.. how would michael take it? would he be happy or would he ditch you? "fuck.." you whimper, tears streaking down your face. a few gentle knocks sound through the bathroom and you flinch. "y/n? are you done?" doctor addison calls through the door, and you whine as you open it up for him. "so..?" he asks softly, and you hand him the stick. "oh my... congratulations!" he smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug. you cry into his coat, and addison's smile drops as he rubs your back. "how will everyone react?" you whimper, and the blonde man sighs. "that i can't say, but we have to tell the board of your pregnancy. i'll leave it to you to tell mr. myers. come on, i'll take you to solitary to see him." he says, his british accent gentle and soothing. "thank you.. i'm scared but- i have to tell him at least." you sniffle, letting him lead you out of the room.

you've never been to solitary, as you normally stayed in your room or stowed away in the corner of the room. so seeing all the patients locked away and seemingly bored or distressed scared you. "is he okay?" you ask softly, and doctor addison shrugs. "i'm not sure.." he says softly, glancing at one of the more erratic patients in his cell. all of them were sound proof, inside and out, and were dark and cramped. "oh god.." you mumble, grabbing the doctors arm tightly for protection as you rest a hand over your stomach without realising. you get to michael's cell, and you see doctor loomis sat with him. michael spots you immediately, and his eyes brighten a little. you give him a small wave, upset at the bruises on his face and neck, desperate to get in there and hold him tightly. doctor addison gets his master key and unlocks a small panel on the door. "doctor loomis, i need to borrow mr myers." he says firmly as the older doctor turns. "ah, doctor addison. what a surprise." he grins, standing from his chair and turning his back to michael. "i'm just about done here. keep a close eye on him, he's deemed dangerous." doctor loomis says as he steps out.

you slip past the doctors and latch onto michael tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck, forgetting about his bruises. he doesn't seem to care as his shackled hands find your hips, holding you closer. "i've missed you.." you mumble, moving away to cup his face in your hands. "me too. are you alright?" he rasps, voice rough from lack of use. you nod slightly, leaning your forehead against his as you gently brush his hair with your fingers. "how peculiar. i've never seen anyone get a positive reaction out of him." doctor loomis notes, and addison hums. "they have a special bond, but we need to let them have a private conversation as i tell the board the situation." he says, closing the door to speak to loomis privately as well.

"are you alright?" you ask, still resting one of your hands on his cheek. "mhm. i'm fine." he replies, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you fully onto his lap. the two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you curl into his chest. "how long until you get out?" you ask after a while, and michael hums. "soon." he responds, kissing the top of your head. "can i tell you something..?" you continue, voice quiet. "of course." he says, tilting your chin with his finger so you would look at him. "i'm pregnant.." you announce, averting your gaze from his. michael smiles, the thought of you swelling with his child was so hot to him, a true marking, but the thought of having a kid annoyed him. he doesn't like kids... but he'd make an exception for you. "michael..?" you mumble, tears welling in your eyes.

"don't worry, i'm happy." he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours. you smile, kissing him softly. "thank you for not turning me away.." you sigh happily and michael rolls his eyes. "i would never. you're mine now, forever." he mumbles, resting his large hand on your stomach. you feel warm inside, and despite being terrified of the teen pregnancy, you felt happy that you weren't in this alone. the door opens abruptly, and you jump. "y/n, please come with me so we can talk." doctor loomis crosses his arms and you feel unsafe as you shuffle closer to michael. "talk to me here.." you say quietly, not willing to leave michael again, and he clearly feels the same way as he holds you tighter- this time being careful of your stomach. "fine. i'm assuming you've told him of your predicament." doctor loomis adjusts his glasses before continuing. "the board just won't allow a pregnancy between two patients, let alone between two 17 year olds." he continues as doctor addison looks away. "i'm sorry, but we're going to have to perform an abortion." the blonde sighs from where he stood. "what?! no!" you protest, draping your arms around your stomach protectively. "don't worry, y/n. it'll be over before you know it." doctor loomis smiles.

michael moves to stand, putting you down carefully and moving in front of you. "don't touch them." he says, voice rough as he speaks up. "i'm afraid you have no say in the matters, myers. hand them over." loomis says, folding his arms. "no." he furrows his brows, feeling you clutch the back of his shirt as you nuzzle into his back. "myers, this is crucial. let me take y/n to my operation room." loomis says sternly, taking a step closer. "over my dead body." he growls, and loomis simply smiles again. "we'll dig one hole." he shoots back, grabbing michael's wrist and stabbing a syringe into his vein. michael feels himself growing weaker slowly, but his urge to protect you- to protect his baby- is too much. tugging on his shackles, he tries to lunge for the doctor, but alas, he slumps to his knees as you gasp, moving to help him.

"now then, y/n. come with me please." loomis smiles at you, taking your arm into his hand to pull you from michael. "no! michael, help!" you yelp, trying to struggle. "enough, doctor loomis! you can't hold my patient like that." addison steps up, trying to pull you from the older doctor. "now now, addison. you don't want to get in trouble for stopping the process now, would you?" loomis teases, and you feel dizzy at how fast the doctor had pulled you. michael tries to grab you again, but he collapses fully onto the floor, unable to help you as you cry. eventually, a needle pricks your neck and you cry in pain before growing dizzy. "michael..!" you whimper as your world goes dark.

when you awaken, you're lay in your bed, snugly wrapped up in your blankets but something's wrong. you feel... empty. you can just tell that your baby was gone, and you start to sob. you cry for hours, feeling no motivation to get up to dry your tears or get some water for your dry throat. you just cry, clutching your stomach as you roll onto your side. your baby wasn't even a month into development, and they had stripped you of them. you barely got to experience pregnancy with michael, barely got to feel like a parent. your door clicks open, and you don't even react as you sob into your pillow. "y/n." a gruff voice starts, and you finally turn. michael moves over to your bed, and you scramble to hug him tightly. "they- they..!" you wail, and michael sighs as he holds you close to his chest.

michael didn't feel anything, but the sight of you mourning made him feel sick. he wanted revenge on the facility for making you feel like this, wanted to murder anyone who hurt you. "my baby..!" you cry, still clutching your tummy as he holds you. michael kisses your head softly, rubbing your belly for you. "it's okay. they won't get away with this. i'll make sure of it." he grumbles, a tinge of anger in his voice. "they killed my baby.." you whimper, hands coming up to grasp onto michael instead, his presence comforted you as you guessed he was feeling the same way. "it's alright.. i'll make sure they never hurt you again." michael states, laying down with you carefully as you settle with him, letting you cry yourself to sleep into his chest.

time passes, and doctor addison grants michael access to stay in your room whilst you mourn. he feels rage boiling his blood as he has to force you to eat, to drink, to shower, to take medication, to take care of yourself at all. they made you like this, and he was going to make them pay for every ounce of distress that filled your mind. currently, you were fast asleep against his chest, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep. michael can't sleep, and he doesn't mind staying awake until you feel better even if it kills him. you were his top priority, his obsession. he loved you deeply, and cared about what happened to you.

they had destroyed all progress you had made, you couldn't even get out of bed to go to therapy. michael gives you a small kiss on your forehead as you shuffle in your sleep slightly, your hands clutching his shirt tightly. tears are slipping from your closed eyes as you sleep, and michael gently rubs them away, leaning in again to kiss you softly. you relax slightly, but when he pulls away you whimper. "my baby..!" you cry despite being asleep. michael lets out a small breath as he rubs your back, fluttering soft kisses over your face so that you would settle again. "michael..?" you mumble, and he hums softly. "it's okay, i'm here." he says back, unsure if you're still sleeping or not.

you doze off again, content in your dream, still grasping his shirt tightly to keep him close. michael checks the time behind him, it was 3:41 am, time was going so slow. michael's throat was dry, and he can't fight the urge to go get water. slowly, he slips from your grip and gets up, unknown to the fact that despite unconscious you knew he left. as he gets a drink from the tap in the bathroom, you cry softly, curling in on yourself. your cries grow distressed as you lurch up, wide awake. "mike!" you yelp, hands trembling as you search for him. the other patient steps from the bathroom quickly, stalking over to grab you tightly. you settle with your head on his chest as he bundles you up into his arms. "it's okay.." he mumbles as your tears wet his shirt. "why did they do this to me..?" you cry, looping your arms under his to pull him closer. "because they don't care about anyone in this hospital." michael's reply is sour, and he moves back to the bed with you.

you sniffle as he lays you down, and you make grabby hands at him. chuckling, michael joins you and wraps you both up in the covers. "thank you for being here.." you mumble, nuzzling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle. "mhm, i love you." he smiles, kissing your head softly. "i.. i love you too." you reply softly, smiling brightly. after a few moments of silence, michael assumes you've fallen asleep but your small voice mumbles his name. "hm?" he looks down at you. "if we get the chance, would you like to have kids?" you ask softly, and michael is slightly taken aback. "in here or when we get out?" he questions back and you shrug. "either." you mumble, and michael thinks. "absolutely. i'll do anything for you." he says softly, "besides, the thought of you being full of my kids is hot as fuck." he adds teasingly, enjoying how you fluster. "thank you.." you mumble to the first part as he gives you a soft kiss.

michael pulls your leg over his hips and you hum, happily shuffling closer to him. "you're so cute.." michael whispers as you settle on him. "stop." you whine, hiding your smile. "mm, no." he teases, lifting your head to give you a soft kiss. three soft knocks interrupt your moment, and you sit up. "it's almost 4 am, who..?" you trail off as michael gets up, gesturing for you to stay put. slowly, michael peels the door open and is surprised to see doctor addison standing there. "may i come in?" he asks softly, and michael looks back to you. you seem uncomfortable, yet nod, so michael lets him in. "i just want to apologise.. i shouldn't of told them, i just... my research means anything to me and if i slip up it will mean nothing." he explains, and michael hides you protectively behind him.

you sniffle slightly, leaning against michael's shoulder. "however, if anything were to reoccur... i promise i won't tell as long as i can keep doing my research." he says, placing another pregnancy test on your bedside table. you eye it curiously, and despite feeling a lot of pain you know it's always possible to try again. "thank you.." you mumble, circling your arms fully around michael as he continues to watch the doctor's every move. "i hope you can find it in you to forgive me, y/n.. i think miss burnham is coming back soon so hopefully you both can do art therapy again." he smiles, leaving the room after bidding farewell.

michael grabs the test, offering it to you. "what do you think?" he asks softly, and you take the box from him. "i might still need some time, but i will happily try again." you smile, and michael smiles back.

[therealvinelle]

do you think carlisle wanted to be a dad or was dadhood thrust upon him

The latter.

He never shows any particular longing for children. When Rosalie speaks of her childlessness, she brings up Esme as one who wanted kids and is making do with the Cullens, not Esme and Carlisle. Carlisle doesn’t go full Father the way Esme does Mother, either, the parent-child dynamic that we see between Billy and Jacob or Charlie and Bella isn’t there. He treats his children like cherished and respected adults who sometimes need guidance, not quite kids. (More on this below.)

He doesn’t seem particularly drawn to kids, either, he lived in Volterra for decades yet his relationship with Alec and Jane is nonexistent, and whenever he meets up with Siobhan and Maggie (Maggie being 15) it’s Siobhan he focuses on.

Plus, and I know no one will be with me on this, but he just doesn’t have the vibe.

To backtrack a bit, how did Carlisle become the father figure in the Cullen family in the first place?

He never set out to become Edward’s father. He turned Edward because he’d grown attached to Elizabeth Masen, and she asked him to turn her son. After that, Carlisle looked at Edward as a potential vampire, and saw all the things Edward could be - a friend, a brother, or a son. He was willing to be a father, but brother or partner would have worked just fine by him as well. Edward got to choose which it would be, or rather Edward decided upon waking up: he took one look at Carlisle and said “yup, that’s my Heavenly Father”.

Then we have Rosalie, she could have been his sister, niece-but-not-daughter-figure, or friend-of-the-family-who’s-part-of-the-coven. Point being, she didn’t have to become his daughter, and yet she did. I can only assume that, like Edward, she chose it. As she found her place in the family, sister and daughter was what felt right for Rosalie in relation to Edward, Carlisle, and Esme.

Then Emmett entered the family, he was Rosalie’s husband, so son to Carlisle and Esme and brother to Edward it is. Alice and Jasper arrive, alright, guess we’re playing house! The coven leader and his mate are mother and father now.

Now, I don’t think the Cullens are secretly not a family, that the whole thing is a front brought on by contrivances. They make it clear again and again that they see each other as family, and they prove several times they’ll go to bat for Edward. And since this is a post about Carlisle I’ll stress that he even refers to newcomer Bella as being like a daughter to him.

The coven has its dysfunctions, yes, anyone who follows my blog knows that I think it’ll break up sooner or later, but that doesn’t delegitimize what they do have.

I think Carlisle is the father figure because that’s what the Cullens need him to be.

Edward was orphaned and alone in a brave new world, and immediately latched on to Carlisle. This isn’t the post to get into their relationship, suffice to say that he needs Carlisle to be his father and would not cope well with Carlisle saying “Fatherhood, huh, woof. Yeahh about that, kid...”

Of course, Carlisle thought of him as a potential son before turning him, but all the same this turned out to be what Edward needed.

Rosalie and Carlisle's relationship is also best reserved for a post of its own, but in a nutshell her parents were social climbers who viewed her beauty as their ticket up the social ladder:

“It was my mother’s job to keep our house — and myself and my two younger brothers — in spotless order. It was clear that I was both her first priority and her favorite. I didn’t fully understand at the time, but I was always vaguely aware that my parents weren’t satisfied with what they had, even if it was so much more than most. They wanted more. They had social aspirations — social climbers, I suppose you could call them. My beauty was like a gift to them. They saw so much more potential in it than I did. 

 (...) 

[I was] happy that my mother was proud of me and that my father liked to buy me pretty dresses. (Eclipse, page 90)

Enter then Carlisle Cullen, who has no interest in her beauty, no ambition on her behalf. He gave her this life she never wanted, yes, but in doing so he also saw something in Rosalie Hale that was worth it all, that he wanted to keep around for eternity.

Rosalie was very happy with her life, but even when reminiscing about how amazing it all was she is able to recognize that her parents loved her beauty, not so much Rosalie herself. Did she want that affection, of course, what child wouldn’t. But, I find the fact that she let Carlisle become her father telling.

I think he’s the father she wished Mr. Hale had been.

Alice is... complicated, but a big part of what she gets from being with the Cullens, from the high school routine and all the clothes, is personhood. She’s an inhuman entity with no memory of being human, and her visions make her even less connected to the physical world than other vampires are. How do you carve out a sense of self around that?

To her, performative humanity as a Cullen is just that, it’s her getting to be a person.

In that regard, having Carlisle around as a person to relate to, a father figure to give Alice Cullen the person substance, is precious.

Jasper doesn’t need a father, but he is in need of guidance and a confidante. Carlisle is implied to be this to him in Midnight Sun, when Jasper needs to be talked down from doing something rash and Alice’s response is to put him in Carlisle’s office and wait for Carlisle to come home and talk sense into him. Carlisle just smiles wryly and trots up the stairs to do what is apparently the not unheard of Jasper wrangling. I can see why the father/son thing comes naturally to them.

I think Renesmée to an extent will also fall under the umbrella of Cullens who act like baby birds around Carlisle, as explained in this post.

Emmett and Bella have no such void being filled by Carlisle. Do they see each other as family, sure, Emmett especially considering how many years they’ve been together. 

(Also, yes I’m aware I didn’t include Esme’s relationship with the kids in this post, that’s not to dismiss her but because anon didn’t ask.)