#steps closer to animating a series lol /j

[a-v-j]

He missed his pa :)

Anti's response

[nenastrology]

Okay so I wanna watch naruto (I read most of the manga so I’m familiar with Everything) but the first few eps feel so kid-show yknow? I know you’ve written at least one Naruto Watching Guide but any thoughts on where I should start...?

tdfk;jfas yeah i have i also watched naruto in one of the most insane ways imaginable so honestly i think there are many ways to go about it and have fun first you need to be armed with the naruto filler list https://www.animefillerlist.com/shows/naruto https://www.animefillerlist.com/shows/naruto-shippuden its especially important for shippuden which is like absolutely insane but frankly the further you get into it the harder it is to actually avoid filler like id say kazekage rescue mission (the first arc of shippuden) and kage summit (the last arc before war arc) are probably the biggest casualties of the anime severely fucking up the pacing and throwing in bizarre flashbacks and dragging shit out unnecessarily to the point they can become almost unwatchably boring because its so repetitive like even when you skip the actual filler episodes its like woven into the actually important episodes in a way that u literally cannot avoid and the flow is totally destroyed like just as warning i realize i havent even answered the question of where to start tbh i started by just getting introduced via the first valley of the end fight which i feel like is a good place to just reignite interest in naruto also the animation is like gorgeous and i think both valley of the end fights are both better than the manga versions the first one is pretty faithful but the second is like an entire step up with the series’s best animation by far i feel like in general you shouldnt feel too beholden to watching in a particular order like idk just watch what you really like and skip other stuff oh one random arc i wanna shout out is the akatsuki suppression arc in shippuden the arc where team ten go after the akatsuki for asuma like it has a few episodes that are like waaaaaay better than the manga version and idk why but it really stuck with me and was honestly disappointed when i read the manga and it wasnt as good

ok just separating out cuz this is getting unreadable but i think honestly my biggest recommendation is like ok if something is boring just skip it like i found the sasuke recovery mission fights sooo annoying cuz i just wanted to go from the hospital fight to just cut to the main action which was obviously naruto and sasukes confrontation and thats just personal so id probably skip a lot of those fights if i rewatched and for the most part id just say watch what you really like or remember liking and go on from there like dfjklfas;j the way i watched it was also with friends which always makes the boring parts go faster but like for example i watched part 1 and shippuden at the same time like watched a few episodes of part 1 and then continued with my friends shippuden watch after i saw the first valley of the end and a few selected parts of chuunin exams and was like oh wait this has just overtaken me i have to watch naruto and then somehow ended up lining it up that the day i finally got to valley of the end on my watch thru and rewatched it with the full added context of all of the first half of naruto i then watched sasuke vs itachi with my friend which was an entire experience in and of itself i think to have those two fights so closely linked in my head.. i realize i should probably shout out chuunin exams but i am honestly not the biggest chuunin exams fan so i am probably not the best person to ask i know its like a blasphemous opinion im just not a huge tournament arc fan but i know most other people do really like it so i feel like thats also a good place to jump into because also its like where the arcs all just start feeding into each other and stuff gets more serious like the end of chuunin exams perfectly locks into like naruto and gaaras huge fight and then they gotta find tsunade and so on like i think thats also probably the spot of the most consistent quality in naruto as well but if u also arent really vibing with the early part of naruto idk try and get into your favorite part of shippuden i feel like its harder to recommend where to start cuz truly the quality is sooo hit or miss and stuff thats good in the manga sometimes just flat out sucks in the and stuff thats meh in the manga is like great in the anime i cant seem to dig up my watch guide thru search that was written closer to when i last actually watched naruto but i think thats probably a better source um if u were somebody who skipped most of the war arc i also wanna shout out the madara and hashirama backstory episodes i think theyre very fun and good and also the animation in kakashi vs obito is literally mind blowing and i dont think you should miss out on those :) sorry this is just a wall of absolute nonsense lol i hope u have fun tho im gonna see if i can find the watch list once more tho...

[laketaj24]

Ragnarssons Headcannon: The Jealous Brother

Author’s Note: This is as requested, catching up with the queue! It was fun to write! One of these will become a series, or at least a three part fic! Please Reblog your vote or comment below!!! Thank you!!! Polls will close Sunday!! And I’ll post the first part next week!! Taglist open!!

Requested by Anon: Okay for the possible angst headcanons how about the Ragnarssons being in love with someone but they like one of the other brothers?

Vikings Masterlist

Bjorn

It would eat at Bjorn to watch you desire his younger brother and not want him.

He would watch from afar at first. He like his father would be the one willing to be patient and watch what Hvitserk done to irritate you.

But the watching wouldn’t last soon because Bjorn is the brother that conquers foreign lands he’d have to have you

The night you and Hvitserk has the fight in the hall he would allow it to escalate to a point where you can’t stand the site of Hvitserk

Bjorn would laugh as Hvitserk, drunk and oblivious sent you home to sleep by yourself and he would make his move.

Under the onyx night sky of Kattegat he would walk behind you for a certain point and join you as the sounds of the Great Hall fade

“Is that how he normally treat you?” He’d ask. “It appears my younger brother learned no manners.”

He would make you laugh at his impersonations of his brother, swaggering drunk like him until you reached your doorstep and there he would stop. “You don’t have to be with someone like that, there are plenty of other men who would love to have you.”

“Are you referring to yourself, Prince Bjorn?”

“Is that what you want Y/N? Because if so, yes.” He’d shrug as if he had not planned the suave stroll into your heart. He’d give you one kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well.”

At the grab of his wrist he would stop his turn cornering you against the wall of your home. “What is it?”

“You should come in, my husband tends to find the bench of the Great Hall comfortable enough on nights like these. I’d rather not sleep alone.”

And under you wishes he’d enter the home and make you forget the woes of his younger, drunkard brother.

Ubbe

Ubbe is not okay with watching you gallivant around with Ivar. But Ubbe is not outward, he’s sneaky in his movements

He had noticed you were fond of animals, and he’d meet you down at the stables as you sprinkle the feed to the small goats. “Y/N imagine seeing you here?”

“It’s not hard to imagine, Ubbe you have been watching me have you not?” “It’s hard not to watch you.” He’d admit reaching into the sack of feed grabbing a handful of and tossing it to the ground

“I am not yours to watch.” You would say watching his brow furrow. “Now am I?”

Ubbe would stop his attempt that time noticing your irritation, he’s not shocked to find you not easily swayed after being with his younger brother for so long

The months would pass and Ivar would ready himself for the raid, ready to depart the attention he paid to you would dwindle as his attention would advert to what pleases the gods, rather than you.

Ubbe would fetch you the softest silks bringing them to you as an apology for his actions a few months back. “I saw this at market.” He would smile touching to purple cloths. “The beauty reminded me of you, and I was brought to realize I never apologized to you for my actions.”

You’d delight in the looks of the fine cloth holding it up. “Ubbe this is too much.” He’d smile at you. “Not too much for you Y/N, one thousands silks would never be enough to satiate my need for you.”

You would watch him walk away and head back to your hut where Ivar would planning with generals, as he done day in and day out. Then you would leave rushing through the lively streets of Kattegat until you found Ubbe resting against the stables, talking to the animals.

“Ubbe!” You call getting closer. “I should thank you properly.” He’d know that he won and try to hide his happiness with the illusion of confusion. “You mustn’t thank me at all.”

You would step into the stable covered by the roof. “But I want to.”

Hvitserk

Hvitserk was upset Ubbe had gotten you first, but not surprised. His older brother had a tendency to swoop in on new women.

You and Hvitserk are friends first and unlike the brothers he would respect your relationship with Ubbe. “Have you asked Ubbe if it is okay for you to come with me fishing?” You’d pout resting your hands on your hips. “I mustn’t ask him anything. He does not hold my hand like a child.” Hvitserk would laugh. “Still ask him.”

Hvitserk is playful. He teases you about Ubbe but he doesn’t do it with malice. “I’m sure Ubbe will buy you and all his other wives everything your hearts desire.” It was well known he planned to covet wives, as many as Odin will send. “They will all bow to you, the first wife of course.” You’d laugh. “Shut Up Hvitserk.” “Wouldn’t you want to be someone’s only wife?”

The thought did stick with you as you watched Ubbe smile at the sheildmaidens arriving from Hedeby. “Must you do that in front of me?” You gripe. Ubbe shrugs his shoulders. “I am just polite.”

You’d only watch the charade of his politeness for a while before you would find your own table at the back of the hall, wallowing your sorrows in your fifth pint of ale.

“I thought I would join you.” Hvitserk sits close to you placing his hand on you or leg. “Are you okay?”

“I would be better if he would be a little more respectful.”

“True he is undeserving of you.” He grimaces. “But it’s up to you to find the courage to leave him.”

Hvitserk wouldn’t push you into something with him, he’d be the friend to you and for that you would love him more.

Ivar

When you’d returned from the Mediterranean with Bjorn you had changed. Your eyes had seen something new, the glory of the bloodied battlefield had made you wiser, prouder to be of Kattegat

“Welcome back Y/N.” Ivar would greet raising the curved horn to you. “I see you have earned your scars.” He would reach out to you touching the healed line down your face.

Ivar is not okay with your attaxhment to Bjorn. He doesn’t agree with it or understand it.

“It seems my brother has gotten his claws in you.” He would say once Bjorn left the table. “He’s not the smartest of us, you know?” You’d roll your eyes. “And you are Ivar?” “Of course I am, my father knew. Everyone knows.” You’d smirk. “I think perhaps your arrogance exceeds your wit.”

Ivar would keep his distance mad that you insulted him but he knows his brother well enough to know that very relationship he has crumbled at the weight of his own ambitions. Bjorn would start planning the next raid, and though it is your intent to travel with him he wouldn’t listen to your ideas, telling you to remain quiet during pans with his brothers.

“I would never silence a pretty mouth like yours.” Ivar would say appearing next to you. “Not when it has so much logic. I think your plan was right.” You’d turn to him noticing the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you, Ivar.”

To your surprise he wouldn’t make a move on you just listen to your complaints, until Bjorn was unable to be understanding and the one person you find yourself running to Ivar.

It would then be over as he laid his claim to you not caring what Bjorn would say. 

“Y/N, let’s leave.” Bjorn says. “No, she’s good and comfortable here.” Ivar places his fork down smiling over at you. “You can go Bjorn, it appears Y/N has found a new one to love.”

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[defenderofdreamers]

I SEE ALL OF YOU.  Post -ACOWAR/Feysand Fanfic.

Hi guys! So, guess who finished ACOWAR the other day and is now emotionally destroyed?! THIS GIRL! 

So, I decided to write a fanfiction to fill this empty gap in my chest, and I think I did okay?? I don’t know?! :’)

I was pretty much listening to Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine the whole time, so I would say if you like listening to music while you read, listen to that, I guess? (Specifcally the MTV Unplugged ver.) 

Sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes - I finished this at 1am, and I have no idea what to do with myself now! (help me)

NOTE: The characters in this story are created and owned by Sarah. J. Maas, and her amazing book series as well! I am only borrowing her character to make up events of my own and to break hearts. (lol jks)

Feyre has a nightmare, and can’t seem to control her powers as she sleeps in Rhysand’s arms. Rhys has no choice but to enter her mind and stop her nightmares, but what lies in her fears may even scare him.

WARNING! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

You have been warned… now ENJOY!

I SEE ALL OF YOU

By DefenderofDreamers.

Third Person, Rhysand P.O.V

It was past two o’clock in the morning, Rhysand had guessed, when he had been suddenly jolted awake. It wasn’ the nightmares of Under The Mountain, or the empty and dark feelings from being in that eternal darkness, or the bloody memories from the war that had woken him. No, it was the smell of fear filling his nose. And it was coming from his mate. Rhys’ instincts instantly made him coil his muscles, ready to defend his mate at any cost. He unfurled his wings surrounding his wife, and tried looking around the room to determine the threat. But he saw nothing - only darkness. The room was thick of it, and it made his breath hitch at the feeling. Reeling in his senses, he realised that this darkness was of magic. He could practically smell it; Fear. Grief. Anger. Emptiness.

He looked down, and could only just see Feyre’s honey-colored hair and some parts of her face. In his arms, she was clammy and cold and her muscles were twitching, as if she wanted to move but something was restricting her – no, as if she was restricting herself. Her eyelashes were tickling his torso as her eyes rapidly moved and blinked under her lids. He tried to pull away from her to wake her from her nightmare, but she was holding on so tightly, her arms like iron bars around his waist - she wasn’t going to let go, not with her anxieties. He tried to get into her head, gently touching the adamant shields in her mind. But they weren’t giving – she was so strong. ‘Looks like I’m doing this the hard way,’ Rhysand thought.

“Feyre, it’s okay. You’re safe,” he whispered into her hair, trying to coax her out of her nightmare. His only reply was a soft whimper. He softly started to shush her, and he could feel her hot breath coming out through her gritted teeth. “Feyre, you can fight this. What’s in your head isn’t real,” he said.

‘Anymore’ he wanted to add, but he knew for the both of them, the pain would be as raw as if the events of the war were yesterday; seeing everything when she was linked up to the Cauldron took a toll on Feyre, and he knew it would take time to let it fade away into the fabrics of memories. But nothing will take away her aching anxiety and fear of seeing him die…He could feel it every time she looked at him through the bond.

It wasn’t that Rhysand was ready to die in that moment; he still had so much he wanted to experience with his mate and his family. Hell, he wanted that violet eyed baby boy to hold in his arms with his wife, and to watch it grow up and become a strong Illyrian fighter. He wanted to watch Feyre and his son smile as they all flew in the skies over Velaris. He wanted to tell him how strong and courageous his mother was, and how she became Feyre Curse-breaker, Feyre, Defender of the Rainbow and most of all –  his wife, his High Lady. His mate. But what he wanted even more was to see Prythian at peace. He poured that into her, as well as the last of his magic, as he began to grow weaker and weaker. To see Feyre and his family live on, and to give that final sacrifice, Rhys would’ve been content with that.

Fortunately, things didn’t go that way, and he was still alive. There would be some days he would need to remind himself this when the darkness would sometimes become almost too real, and he would tug on the thread that he would feel in his chest. And Feyre would tug back in understanding and pull him into an embrace. Sometime they would just stand there, sometimes they would cry. Or sometimes they would find their way up into their bedroom and make love, as if the other would disappear. ‘Never again’ they would say into each other’s mouths, and they believe it to be so.

Rhysand was pulled back into the moment at hand when Feyre let out a moan. He could feel her start to shift, she was tensing and recoiling repeatedly as if the transformation was rippling through her bones. He braced her against him as if to relieve some of the pressure. Through the thick blackness, he could make out Illyrian wings growing and taking shape out of her back. Rhys looked down at her, his mouth gaping and eyes wide. Before Feyre could feel his own panic, he made himself calm – he made himself the High Lord of the Night Court who had helped the mortal Feyre in the dungeons of Under The Mountain. He made himself her husband and mate – the calm to her storm, the dark to her light.

The hands at his back began to grow cold and were soon covered in frost from what he felt. It sent chills up is spine. Then came the heat and the fire, which burned him slightly, and he hissed as her hands went back and forth between the two elements. Feyre started to scream into his chest, and it broke him. “Feyre!” he screamed. It was enough. He needed to wake her up NOW. He entered her mind again, and this time was able to find a weak spot. He pushed and pushed until he made his way through. He kept his magic at the doorway to keep it from closing on him.

He looked into her mind, and all was quiet. That was when he began to see all the dead bodies – Hybern soldiers and Prythian soldiers alike. Swords and shields everywhere, as if they were ripped out of their hands. Rhys grimaced and tried not to look at the dead out of instinct. But he couldn’t help but notice that they weren’t the usual battle wounds from blades or magic, but that of an animal – for some it was their neck exposed and bitten; for others it was claws ripping into their flesh. He followed a trail of blood, and left the battlefield behind. It was then that darkness began to envelop – no, conceal his surroundings. It was hiding something.  But Rhys wasn’t fooled – he walked on until he stopped and saw a stooped, black figure. It was making animalistic noises, but beneath that, he could hear a familiar weeping sound. And Rhys soon realised.

He found her. But it wasn’t his fae mate he was seeing. It was Feyre’s true form.

She didn’t really tell Rhysand much of what she saw in the Ouroboros – only that she had accepted and forgiven and truely began to love herself for what she was. But when Rhys had asked what she had seen, Feyre had refused to say, and blocked her mind off until her wariness shifted and they changed the topic of conversation.

But now there was nothing between him and her.

He knew it was Feyre. Not just from her stormy blue-grey eyes or the way the black fur contrasted with the golden-brown– the same as Feyre’s. No, he knew it was her because he felt it in the bond, in his heart, in his soul. What instinct that should’ve been telling him to run away was telling him to run towards and embrace.

Rhys took a small step and tugged on the bond, and Feyre’s wild eyes grew wide as she saw him. ‘How?’, they seemed to say. She began to grow restless, and began twisting around trying to hide herself from him. In this, Rhys began to see the black-as-onyx scales, and the claws coming from her massive paws as she moved silently and swiftly into the darkness. She was running away from him. Rhys felt a pang of sadness in his chest that his mate didn’t trust him, but he followed her regardless.

He could feel her close by, the heat coming from the darkness in front of him in comparison to the cold. He could feel her watching him, gaging his reactions on what she could read on his face and through the bond. Rhys began sending calming and relaxing thoughts down the bond, reassuring her that he was fine with this – with her.

‘Feyre. I’m not leaving’ he said into her mind. Nothing. He put a smirk on his face ‘And even if you wanted me to, there’s no way out of this mating bond and High Lady contract.’ He was trying to joke with her, to make her feel at ease and to bring her back. He was met with silence.

“Feyre darling,” he said out loud, “it’s okay.” He walked closer and he could feel her breathing now – the rise and fall of her quickened breathing. To his right, Rhysand could hear a growl and he stopped a few mere meters away. ‘Stop’ she was saying. ‘Don’t look at me’. Rhys defiantly stood there, looking at her.

Yes, she was terrifying. He saw the teeth – the large, serrated teeth – meant to rip out throats and crunch bones. The massive paws and the long, golden claws meant to maul out insides in a single swipe. The black fur and scales to hide and prowl in the night. But he could feel her strong heart, its beating hard and erratic as if it were speaking to him – telling him every dark thought and fear and trait that she was and is and forever will be. Rhys just stood there and listened.

He looked to where he felt her watching him. Surely enough, there were her large grey-blue eyes, just staring at him; calculating; ‘Why aren’t you running away?’ 

Rhys looked at her, and then back at her chest at where her heart was, and slowly reached out his hand to touch it, fur and scales together creating a texture he had never felt before.

“This… I accept this,” he said, making circles with his fingers around the beating heart, and he felt the rhythm underneath begin to slow.  He began to rub his hands along the fur, side to side, almost like as if it were a soft blanket or a kind beast. “I love all of this,” he says, and with a smirk, he finishes, “Who knew you were all fluffy on the inside?” Feyre huffed, a scoff as if to say, ‘Really, Rhys?’ He gave a small chuckle and walked around her to find her face. It was hard to mark, but he found her eyes. He saw her take a breath as he held out his hand and found her muzzle. He looked at her face, covered in a mix of scales and fur.

Yes, she was a wolf. Her eyes were glowing in the darkness meant for watching their prey. Her teeth didn’t allow her to fully close her mouth as they poked out through her maw, and he could imagine what she could do. And if you were to see her in the Illyrian Mountains, you would be stupid not to run. But he wasn’t scared. If anything, he felt proud. He looked deeply into her eyes once again, and she bore into his.

“I see all of you, Feyre.” He finally said. “And I love every part of it. I have nothing to be afraid of.” Feyre’s eyes were lined with silver and she closed her eyes as she leaned into his touch. “Let’s go back, Feyre. There’s nothing more to fear” Rhys said softly.

Before she could open her eyes, he was out of her mind and back in reality, now with the sun coming through the crack of the curtains. Feyre jolted awake and tensed and her wings instantly vanished. She looked at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, and let go of him hastily. She made a run to the bathroom and he heard her collapse to the floor…and begin to vomit.

Rhysand was out of bed the moment he heard her retch, not worrying that he had nothing to cover him. He walked over to her, and simply held her hair up and rubbed her back. She flinched, which made her double over and heave over the bowl again. When she was finally done, she sat there and looked at the floor. Rhys reached over and pulled the handle and flushed the toilet. He then went to pick her up, before Feyre smacked his hands away.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, sounding weak but angry. Shame filled her face, and she said “Please, don’t touch me right now.” Rhys winced, but backed away and stood there, for once not knowing what to do. She was making an effort to slow down her breathing, and he wanted to help her, but knew she was still trying to process everything. She looked at him and then to her hands, as if they were still frozen or burning.

I hurt you.

Not badly, I healed quickly.

That doesn’t matter, I hurt you.

Feyre, I’m fine. You weren’t in control.

She ran her hands over her face and rubbed her eyes, then ran her fingers through her hair. Rhys just watched her, ready to be there for his mate if need be. After what felt like an agonising 10 minutes, Feyre slowly stood herself up, her legs shaking a little, and walked back into the bedroom. He was only a few steps away as she sat on the bed, looked down at the floor, and then finally, back up to him.

“How…How were you not terrified?” she finally said, though it came out as whisper.

“Feyre darling, I’ve lived for over 500 years. You don’t think I’ve seen more horrible things?” he remarked with a smirk. Feyre only huffed, and gave a weak smile of her own. Rhysand knew she was waiting for a proper answer. “But in all honesty, I wasn’t scared. At all.”

He came over and sat on the bed next to her. He pulled her into his embrace, and began tracing circles along her shoulder. He took note of how she began doing the same, but on the tattoo on his knee of the Illyrian mountains. “I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown” he had said to her all those months ago.  He tried not to be distracted by it as he said “I wasn’t scared, because I had seen it all already. I’ve seen your hatred, your anger, your lust, your grief. I had sensed it back then Under The Mountain.” – he felt her flinch – “felt it down the bond when you were in the Spring Court wasting away. Watched it as you killed the Attor in the battle of Velaris. And you became it in the war. When the Caldron took Elain away. When they killed the Suriel…

“But Feyre…” he held her face in his hands gently as he said “I felt more than that when you brought me back.” Feyre burst into tears at that, and his vision began to blur as well. He blinked back his own tears, and kissed her forehead and licked her tears away. “I felt your love, your compassion, your strength, your courage – your soul, Feyre. I felt all of it. I felt you.”

She let out a wail, and he pulled her into his chest again and let her cry. He rocked her back and forth and began to cry, too. He was sure they had both woken up the entire house by now, but he didn’t care.

 It’s real?

Rhysand held Feyre tighter.

Yes. It’s real.

 They both sat on the bed and wept for what was true.

When they had both stopped weeping, and all that was left was emptiness and migraines, Rhysand picked up his tired and weary mate and placed her carefully on the bed. He laid down next to her and played with her hair as she started to doze off. She nuzzled into his chest and traced the tattoos covering him.

“What about all the meetings today? What’s the city going to do without their High Lord and Lady?” Feyre asked, tiredness coating her words.

“Amren can handle it. Cassian and Nesta though…” he trailed off. “10 gold marks that she’ll kick them out of the house in an hour before they start to tick her off.” His mate gave him a lazy poke in the ribs.

“I bet 15 and half an hour” she replied sleepily. Rhys snorted then bit his lip in thought.

“And how much time and how many gold marks before we start making love?” he smirked. Feyre lifted her head and looked up with fiendish eyes.

“None,” was all she replied before she placed her smiling lips onto his own. 

(And they made slow, sleepy love before Mor came knocking on their door~)

[trade-baby-blues]

The Zoo

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 1584

Warnings: secondhand embarrassment, some swearing

A/N: This is loosely based on a true story from my own childhood. When I was like...10? Maybe? We went to the zoo in Nebraska and they have this koi pond near the entrance. My 3 year old cousin wasn’t paying attention and just ran straight into it, but it’s chill because I’m a natural sprinter and tugged him out before anything bad could happen. Also I definitely took the nickname J for Jim from someone?? I think it was kaitymccoy123 from the Lost Days series (which I desperately need to catch up on lol)?? Either way, I 100% love that nickname for Jim.

In theory, you really should've expected this. It was Jim after all. Why else would your brother invite you to go to the zoo with him and Bones knowing full well how hopelessly in love with Leonard you were. The only person you could blame was yourself, but that didn't stop you from blaming Jim anyway.

“Pick up your goddamn comm,” you muttered as you called Jim for the third time in a row. After another two rings, he picked up.

“Morning sunshine,” he said. You could hear that smug grin through the phone.

“Don't ‘morning sunshine’ me, J. You're late.”

“Late to what, my dear sister?” He was teasing you. Typical.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying not to make a scene in front of Bones and his daughter. “You complete and total douche yacht. This was your plan all along wasn't it?”

Jim laughed at your weak insult. “Douche yacht?”

“Yeah like a douche canoe but bigger.” You heard the comm drop as Jim laughed harder. “This isn't funny Jim! What the hell am I supposed to do alone with Bones at the zoo?!”

Jim scrambled to pick up the phone before replying, still laughing, “As if you've been thinking about anything but what you’d do when you got Bones alone.”

“Well it's not like I can just jump his bones in front of his daughter!! What the hell do I even do with a kid!”

“Y/N,” a small voice beside you said, “what does ‘jump his bones’ mean?”

You froze, and you heard Jim cackling louder than ever over the comm. “You're a dead man, J,” you whispered before hanging up the phone. You took a breath to collect yourself before crouching to face Joanna. “Well, Jo, it means...It means I want your daddy to, uh…give me a piggy back ride is all.”

“Hm, okay!.” Joanna smiled and hugged your leg. You relaxed a little, glad something was at least going your way. Now, you just had to figure out how to swear her to secrecy.

You were devising a plan that involved a lot of ice cream, when Joanna bounded back to her father. “Daddy, daddy. Auntie Y/N said she wants a piggyback ride.” Oh God, you thought desperately.

Bones crouched down in front of his daughter, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know, Jo. I think Y/N’s a little old for piggyback rides.”

Joanna shook her head, hair swinging in waves around her. “She said so, Daddy, she said so! She wants to jump your bones.” You were frozen mid-step, hoping to cut Joanna off before she could say anything. A few passersby turned to look at the three of you as Joanna’s voice carried. It felt like all the blood in your body got a one way ticket right to your cheeks. At this point, best case scenario for you was falling into the wolf pit and getting eaten. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Bones, but out of the corner of your eye you could see him smirking.

“Well, Jo-bear, Y/N’s piggyback ride’ll have to wait, ‘cause this back is reserved for my princess today,” Bones said, ruffling Joanna’s hair. She giggled and swatted his hand away before he picked her up, carrying her on his hip. “Oh, and Jo.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, still working on straightening the bows in her hair. “Let’s not say, ‘jump your bones’ again, okay, sweetheart? Ain’t lady-like,” Bones directed the last part of the sentence to you, with a wink. Yeah, definitely time to throw yourself to the wolves.

With your embarrassment soon forgotten by all but you, the rest of the trip was pretty enjoyable. Once you got down to it, it was surprisingly easy to talk to Joanna. She kept asking you questions about Leonard and life on the Enterprise, the two things you were most passionate about. Right now, she was propped up on your shoulders, braiding your hair as you walked and talking about her own dreams to join Starfleet and become a medic like her dad. Bones couldn’t help but smile at the two of you.

He looked at his watch with a sigh, really not wanting the day to end: “Well, ladies. I think it’s time we hit the road.”

Joanna slumped over your head dramatically. “But daaaaddy, I haven’t finished braiding Y/N’s hair, and we haven’t even been to the reptile house. I wanna see the Filian pythons!”

Bones reached out for Joanna, pulling her off your back and setting her on the ground. He knelt in front of her, straightening out her jacket and smoothing her hair down. “I know, sugar, but the animals have to sleep too. You can finish braiding Y/N’s hair in the car, okay, pumpkin? Don’t you have your spare bows in there?”

“Plus, I think there might be a Filian python in the gift shop with your name on it,” you said, dropping to Joanna’s level and throwing her a wink. She immediately brightened, throwing her arms around your neck and knocking you backwards.

You barely managed to catch your balance before Jo was tugging on your and Leonard’s hands, pulling you towards the gift shop. “Come on, come on! Why are grown up so slow?” She stopped for a moment, staring at the two of you in horror. “Am I gonna be that slow when I grow up?” You and Leonard laughed.

“You can run on ahead,” Leonard replied, “just stay close, and be careful.”

“Thanks, daddy,” Joanna said, hugging Leonard’s leg. “Will you guard this for me Auntie Y/N?” Jo handed you her backpack, not giving you time to answer before skipping off ahead.

“So,” Bones started, still staring straight ahead at his daughter, “‘bout earlier.”

“Hm,” you hummed, eyes still trained on Joanna. You shifted her backpack higher onto your shoulder. Leonard took your hand in his, gently tugging you to a stop. Your breath caught, eyes dropping first to your hands entwined and then looking to his face. The smug bastard had that eyebrow raised again and you were sure you’d melt on the spot.

“You really gonna pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about?” Leonard ran his hand up from yours to your elbow, pulling you closer to him. His other hand brushed your cheek, and then back into your hair, running his fingers over the braid Joanna had put in.  

“I dunno. I don’t think my brain’s getting enough oxygen right now. Maybe I need a little mouth-to-mouth to kickstart my memory.”

Bones laughed. “I hope you know more about xenolinguistics than you do about medicine, or our ship’s doomed.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m very skilled with my tongue.” You slipped a hand around the back of Leonard’s neck, pulling him towards you. You could smell his cologne already and the thought of his stubble brushing against your cheeks was making you a little lightheaded. Your lips brushed together, and you were expecting fireworks. There was a scream instead.

You whipped your head to the right, eyes immediately going for Joanna. You heard a splash of water and before your brain processed what happened you were already sprinting to the pond. You pulled the backpack off as you went, dropping it by the side of the pond before tumbling in arms first, not wanting to hit Joanna. You reached blindly, hitting a koi fish before grasping the front of Joanna’s jacket. You quickly stood, hoisting Jo over your head and putting her on the rocks at the edge of the pond. She was soaked but seemed to be in otherwise good condition.

Leonard was there in a heartbeat, fussing over her. He insisted on pulling out the tricorder he’d put in Joanna’s backpack and scanning the both of you twice. When the scans came up clear, he pulled both of you against his chest, kissing the tops of your heads. He hoisted Jo up, cradling her in his arms, trying to calm himself down more than her.

“Uh, Bones,” you said, still lying on your back at the edge of the pond, “I appreciate your concern and all but maybe we could go? I’m kind of freezing here.” A small breeze hit you, making a shiver run through your body as if on cue.

“Jesus, yes, of course. I’m so sorry.” Bones reached his free hand towards you, pulling you up against his chest. He held you there for a second, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you,” he mumbled. Joanna giggled.

“Daddy likes Y/N!” She gasped as a thought struck her. “Does that mean Y/N’s gonna be my mommy too?”

“It’d be an honor to be such a beautiful little girl’s mommy,” you said, reaching out to Jo. She jumped from Leonard’s arms to yours, but you caught her easily. “I think that’s a decision your daddy and I are going to have to make later, though, okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah, okay. I forgot grown ups are slow.” You chuckled again as Joanna snuggled up against your shoulder. She was asleep by the time you reached the car, so you carefully climbed into the backseat, not wanting to wake her. Bones chanced a glance at the two of you before pulling out of the parking lot, only to find you curled around Joanna, the two of you sleeping soundly. The smile didn’t leave his lips the whole ride home.

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Trollhunters: Subverted Chapter 1

Okay. Okay okay okay.

I'm still working on breaking furnace but I have mad anxiety when I let myself touch that daydream so it will be a while. So, I have this instead for right now. This one actually has a chapter system so have fun. Before I start tho lol, I'm just gonna explain a bit.

This is one of my long term daydreams that takes place in the universe of Dreamworks' animated series "Trollhunters." I didn't bother to go into detail on what characters look like because I was originally writing this because a friend wanted to know more about my daydreams and I can't explain things without writing them in story format. Anyway, she already knows what most of MY characters look like, and I am way too dead inside to edit this right now.

I want to post it though, so?? I'm posting it. Idk I'll post drawings of my own characters and examples of borrowed ones as they show up. I’ll probably go back eventually and fix the character introductions later bUT whatever I’m tired and depressed and I wanna post my writing goddamn it.

Chapter 1: Brilliant Plans Lacking in Foresight

April 1st

Human

      Cause I know how to play it pretty good against the measure…

     Soapy water runs down the drain while I scrub a crusty old pan. No one ever does the dishes in this house. My hips sway and I sing along with the music blasting in my ears. I’m busy, though, my mind pacing the kitchen. I have to do something.

     Screaming in the dark while we just play our part out...

     The music drones on, all else drowned out. A combination of headphones and a sound-cancelling headset gives me the perfect opportunity to leave my body on autopilot. I pull my key out of my apron pocket and stop pacing, facing a blank wall.

     “You shouldn’t.”

     I don’t turn around. Connor stands next to me. The real me, not the one in my head. He’s probably right. I shrug and pull something else out of my pocket. She’s warm from wherever I took her from, and her heart beats fast. I shake the key over the lizard’s head and a smaller, silver one lands in front of it. She cocks her head curiously.

     This isn’t pretty but it’s what I am tonight…

     “Get it for me.”

     She seems to nod, takes the key in her mouth, and whisks up my arm and back down my body to the floor. IShe waits next to the door, and I smile. I reach toward the door with the key and a lock forms in midair. A doorknob follows, until a door sits where there had previously been a blank wall. I crack it open, catching only a glimpse of the bright world on the other side before the lizard is gone and I close it again. It fades, and Connor sighs behind me.

     “You’re overloading yourself,” he says. “You’ve never held this many daydreams at once. Hogwarts, the Baudelaires, and now this? Not to mention, the one you still need to finish with your brother.”

     Running with fire, I live like a liar, please somebody make a move...

     “The second I chose to watch that show, I started on my way here,” I mutter, finally turning and rejoining my body. The pan is finally clean, so I can start loading the dishwasher. “I’ve already changed the world they live in, so why not actually meddle a little bit?”

     “What did you do?” he demands, and I shrug. He pushes between me and the sink, so I actually have to look at him. “What did you do?” I reach through his chest to grab some spoons to drop in the dishwasher.

     “It’s complicated. Time hijinks. Souls. Fought in a war? Possibly dropped an extremely domestic version of me in Arcadia. She was engaged to Strickler in the… late 80’s? Early 90’s? She’s dead. I’ll have the amulet soon, and you’ll find out, so what does it matter?”

     We all know what’s going on…

     “You can’t even talk coherently, how are you going to keep track of something so involved?”

     “I manage to keep up with a lot, if you haven’t noticed,” I mutter, not looking at him.

     “Do you keep up with it? Or do you let it drag you along screaming? I’ve seen you, running around and just barely meeting your deadlines. What will you do when you come up late? When Karl or Diablo show up and tell you that your grace period has ended and you finally have to pay up for not doing your job? A job that you asked for? And every time you start another one of these things, you fall farther behind and the stakes get higher. It doesn’t help that your little coworker buddies keep slinking around and slipping you more jobs to do!”

     I try to ignore him. He’s said all of this a million times before, trying to get me to lessen my workload. As if it would really help; it isn’t my daydreams that are stressing me out, after all.

     “‘Train this wizard!’ ‘Stop this from happening!’ ‘Kill this man!’ ‘Protect these children!’ ‘Fight these battles!’ ‘Win this war!’ When is it going to stop? Do you want the Scouts to come after you? The Cloaks? Do you want a reason to be a victim instead of a-”

     “Back off, okay?” I blurt, and he stops. I stand over the dishwasher, my hands clenched white around a bowl. I lower my voice, hoping that he won’t notice how much it shakes. “I’ll be fine. They can’t hurt me. Nothing can hurt me. It’s all in my head, so just let me do this. Let me save people, for once.”

     Not what I had expected from you, I guess I had expected the truth...

     “For once?” he rests a hand on my shoulder, and I can almost feel it. I shake my head and resume filling the washer. “You never want anything but to help. Sometimes you can’t, and that’s okay. This might be one of those times.”

     I shake my head again and his hand leaves me.

     “I can save them. I can save all of them.”

     He steps closer, but before he can say anything, there’s a bang from my bedroom and a soft scuffling. I gesture vaguely at it, and Connor goes to open it. When he does, the lizard comes pattering into the room, the Amulet of Merlin held comically in her tiny jaws. I wipe the soapy water from my hands and kneel down, holding my hand out for her to climb onto.

     “Good job, Mouse,” I murmur when she spits the thing out on my palm. I stand and the lizard scurries up to rest on my shoulder while I examine the item.

     “What have you done?”

     You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore…

     “Mouse stole the amulet from Strickler after he stole it from Jim. She replaced it with a device that will lead him back to it.” Connor looks at me in disbelief , and I shrug. “It won’t take long, and-” I glance down at my little friend and nod. “She’ll be doing the same with the fake amulet that J-.”

     A low voice says my name, the oldest name I have, and I stare at the amulet.

     “Holy shit, Jess, you didn’t,” I glance at him, then back at the amulet. What the hell?

     You don’t get to tell me how to live anymore…

     “What?” I hold it up, and it says it again. I frown at the thing. “You already have your champion. James Lake is the Trollhunter.

     Anymore…

     Connor gasps and takes it from me. I scowl at him, but he looks positively alarmed. “Don’t you get it?”

     “What?” I reach for it, but he won’t give it back.

     “You took it from that world to this one. In this world, James Lake doesn’t exist - not right now, anyway. There isn’t a Trollhunter here!”

     I stare at him. What he’s saying makes sense, but...

     I don’t need a map to find my way back home...

     “But that would mean…” We look at each other for a second, then back at the amulet. No way...

     “That would mean that you’re the Trollhunter, too.”

     To me it’s only make believe.