#thankfully no one that I follow bc I wouldn't follow someone like that

[luminescenc1e]

I can't be the only one that finds when people take rp too seriously, to be so hilarious. like I've seen so many blogs where their info & rules are so aggressive and hostile that it ends up being like almost menacing. if you follow me but do not interact with me on the 7th ding of the tower bell I will wish death upon your family. it just ends up sounding like insane. i get respect my rules and my comforts, but if you have 78 rules on how, when, where to write or talk to you, and if you miss something, you should burn in the 4th circle of dante's hell. i'm gonna peace out bud.

[casuallyobssessed]

7 Minutes in Heaven - Ted "Theodore" Logan x Fem!Reader ❥ 1.3k Words

A/N: idk why I wrote this but i'm posting it bc I'm too self conscious to post the other fic I'm writing lol. lmk if there's any errors, I didn't edit this very much! Divider by enchanthings

Warnings: handjob, heavy petting/touching (?), no beta, no use of y/n

Archive of Our Own Link

Maybe it was fate that placed you at this party at the same exact time as Ted “Theodore” Logan. It definitely had to be some kind of divine intervention that had you sitting directly across from him during this game of spin the bottle. And if that wasn't enough, you must have had some kind of guardian angel by your side when Ted spun that bottle and it miraculously landed on you.

You have been crushing on Ted ever since you first saw him at one of his first Wyld Stallyns shows. Sure, the music wasn't great, but they were incredibly passionate about playing and that was enough to keep you coming back for more.

Now, you're being ushered into a closet with him, expected to play seven minutes in heaven and act entirely normal about it. Of course you're starstruck, who wouldn't be?

-

“Whoa, it is like, super dark in here. I can't see anything, dude,” Ted whispers as soon as the door closes behind you.

“Makes it more interesting,” You whisper back.

You say a silent prayer that he can't hear your heart hammering inside of your chest. With no time to waste, you make the first move.

You follow the sound of his breathing and search in the dark for his hand. He stiffens as you grab onto him and pull him close, using your other hand to reach up and feel for his cheek. You make contact with his neck and slide your hand up to his cheek.

“Can I kiss you, Ted?”

“Oh, I haven’t, uh-” He clears his throat before you feel him nod and stutter out, “Y-Yeah.”

The Ted “Theodore” Logan has never kissed anyone?! You weren't expecting that. Thinking about being his first kiss makes you nervous, but you're determined to make the most of this short amount of time you've been graciously given.

Leaning up a bit, you try your best to aim for his lips, but end up bumping your nose into his. Thankfully, he lets out an amused chuckle and doesn't seem put off by your blunder. You feel his large hand bump into your chest, followed by him pulling away and a hushed ‘sorry.’ This time, his hand lands higher up, between your neck and shoulder. He follows the contours of your neck to your jaw and guides you to his lips.

As dark as it was in the closet, kissing him lit you up inside. Warmth blooms in your chest as you slowly take the lead and show him the motions. For someone who hasn't kissed anyone before, he wasn't half bad. His lips are soft and taste faintly of… cinnamon?

You intend to give Ted the full experience here. So, when he tentatively puts his hand on your hip, you intercept it and place it on your breast, squeezing around the back of his hand to give him an idea of what you're asking of him.

Eagerly, Ted pushes up your shirt and cups your breast through your bra. The fabric is restricting, but thin enough for him to get a feel for where your nipple is and gently rub his thumb across it, sending a hot wave of want pulsing through you.

Blindly, you slide your hand down his chest, slowing as you trace the long, raised scar adorning his belly. You want to ask him about it as you run your fingers across it, but you feel him flinch as you linger on it and figure it's probably still a sensitive topic. Abandoning the scar, you continue your journey downwards to find the edge of his jeans. He lets out a shuddered breath as you creep your hand underneath his waistband and into his underwear. What you find is more than enough to sate your curiosity.

Nestled in a bush of soft curls is his dick; it's long, and once you wrap your hand around it, you can feel that it's thick enough to make your mouth water and your thighs clench. You've barely touched him when he lets out a low whine, desperate and unsure. You pause for a second and pull away, seriously considering if you should be doing this to him or not.

“Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” You ask, concern heavy in your voice.

“No! Please, don't stop,” Ted exclaims in a hushed tone as you hear him unzip his pants and shuffle them down, “You can totally touch me again, if you wanna.”

His reassurance is enough to have you groping around in the dark again, searching for him. He catches your wrist, and brings your hand down to where he's fully exposed now. You take him in your hand again, testing the waters with a couple shallow pumps before leaning into his shoulder.

Hot huffs of his breath ghost across your neck as you stroke him; soft whimpers spill unfettered from his lips. Feeling a little daring, you press a few experimental kisses to his neck.

“Wait, I'm-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale of breath and a moan, and you suddenly feel his dick pulsing in your hand.

“Did you just…” You whisper in disbelief, feeling his cum drip onto your fingers.

“Y-Yeah. I'm sorry, it never happens that fast,” Ted stumbles over his words as he apologizes to you.

“You don't have to apologize, Ted. It was fun.”

“Sorry. You can wipe your hand on my jeans, if you want.”

“Do I have to?”

“Huh?"

Without another word, you lift your hand to your lips and slowly lick his cum off of your fingers, one by one. With the last finger, you make an exaggerated pop noise as you pull it from your mouth, hoping he gets the message.

“Whoa.”

Message received, loud and clear, it seems.

Next thing you know, you feel his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, hungrily licking into your mouth, chasing what's left of his taste on your tongue. The desperation as he moans into your mouth makes you weak in the knees.

You're about to break away from him when the closet door flies open, the sudden burst of light causing you to squint. Ted's hands fly down to shove himself back into his pants and zip them up. His cheeks are beet red as he looks from you to his friend Bill, who is holding the door open.

“Nice! Dude, you totally got lucky,” Bill shouts as Ted takes your hand and leads you out of the closet.

“Shut up, Bill!” Ted uses his free hand to shove Bill out of the way.

You follow Ted up the stairs, past the rest of the party, and into the kitchen . It's strange looking directly at him. In the dark, everything almost seemed fake, like it didn't actually happen with him.

As you're processing that it did, in fact happen, you watch Ted dig through a couple of drawers before he produces a notepad and a pen.

“Is it cool if I get your number?” He asks sheepishly.

You nod and write it down for him with a grin.

“Excellent! Thanks,” He rips the page off the notepad and shoves it in his pocket, “Does this mean I can see you again sometime?”

“Maybe. Why? You wanna hang out with me for a re-do?” You tease.

Just like that, the red is back in his cheeks and he’s rubbing his neck nervously, “I totally didn't mean it like that. I like you, I think you're cool.”

“I think you're cool, too, Ted.”

He freezes up, almost like he didn't expect you to respond positively. You gently grab his hand and take a step closer to him.

“So, is that a yes?” He asks hesitantly.

“Yeah. I think so,” You giggle as you kiss his cheek.

[impactedfates]

hello!! may I request platonic blade meeting the child he had previous life (as yingxing) reincarnated?

they died before yingxing and were reincarnated, they still have the same genes so they are still blade’s child, blade finds them at xianzhou luofu since jing yuan took them in bc they lost their mother and blade is a stellaron hunter now

A/N: Hello!! Sure you can request this :> I wasn't too sure what plot to go but I assume it's just mini fics of Blade meeting his kid from his past life?

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

Format: Mini Scenario (Multiple)

Warnings: Small spoilers for the Xianzhou Loufu quest (? - debatable)

Extra: Blade is bio father, but you see JY as your father since he took you in // Mainly just random scenarios of you meeting your bio dad and a small reunion // pretty much rambles(?) // Reader is about 12 yrs old (in terms of whatever species they are)

Blade didn't want anything to do with his past. Not entirely anyways. He wanted to rest, but he couldn't. As much as he hates it.

Honestly, I feel like Blade had an idea that you'd be reincarnated, but didn't think much about it. To him, you'd just be born into a different family and wouldn't even know him but he was wrong.

As it turns out, you kinda just...popped into existence, meeting Jing Yuan and the General took you in. Being a former friend of your father he knew what happened to both your parents, and as DNA tests would follow, Blade is still in fact the father.

As much as Jing Yuan knew it would be best for you to know your biological father, he thought against it. At least until Blade arrives in the hands of the Cloud Knights.

When Blade had broken out of the prison, imagine his surprise when he spots someone who looks exactly like his kid when he was still Yingxing,

He quickly fled however, as much as it's a surprise to see your child's reincarnation. He's a wanted man, though he never counted for the fact that you saw him yourself.

Despite Jing Yuan never telling you who your actual father was, seeing Blade. You felt a sense of familiarity in your body as you watched him flee. Being the adopted kid of the General, you know paths others didn't so you were able to catch up with him quickly.

When you did catch up to him and the Cloud Knights weren't anywhere near. You two probably just...stared at each other. You both knew you two were related even if that possibility seemed impossible but at the same time you two were strangers. The two of you (well at least you) were reincarnations, and in that previous carnation you two were family.

I feel like after a bit of staring Jing Yuan found the two of you, and he ended up explaining why you two probably feel the sense of familiarity and how you still somehow had the DNA of Blade.

You wanted to get to know your biological father, sure Jing Yuan will always by your "dad" as he's the one that took care of you for so long, but you had to get to know whoever was your biological one.

Blade was a bit uneasy on his end, on one hand he would like to know who you are but on the other hand, he'll be leaving eventually.

He did end up agreeing to catch up in a way. Jing Yuan allowed it and had a restaurant reserve a seat for the two of you. Tbh very awkward but you made it!

You two did catch up thankfully(?) Blade told you he's a Stellaron Hunter and you told him about being adopted by Jing Yuan. For some reason, Blade didn't like the fact you saw someone else as your father but he brushed it off.

I feel like Blade after that meeting would feel a wave of protectiveness over you. You are his kid, whether you view him as one or not, he's your biological father.

He, you and Jing Yuan agreed he'd be able to meet up with you. Even just as a hologram, though this will have to be kept secret from public as who knows would could happen if some people found out Jing Yuan was willingly letting a criminal meet with his kid?

Blade, even though he doesn't show it. Is a caring father to you and listens intently to whatever stories you say. And if you ever get a partner? Looks like they have to get the approval of 3 people. (Yanqing, Jing Yuan and Blade)

Writers block randomly left me after my recent post so I did this! Hopefully will finish the other requests soon

[sgiandubh]

A stupid shipper's guide to the Peloponnese, part 1: Olympia and its hidden gems

Easily the most hectic vacation ever. Also, one of the most awaited because after three years of pandemic craze I was finally able to cobble a sort of satisfying itinerary. And hoped to indulge very (high maintenance, ahem) important people I shall mention strictly nothing about: some things are just for me, said someone essential for this fandom. So I agree with thee, Ms. B., in all your transparent assertive glory, since we know exactly who you meant.

Also, almost nothing about the first five days spent in ludicrous nothingness, mediocre sunbathing and seafood gluttony on the perplexing little island of Aegina, roughly 45 minutes East of Athens by speedboat. Ah, Aegina, your fabled misty light, your pistachio groves, your pilgrims coming in droves by above speedboat in the hope to be cured by Saint Nectarios' relics (kept in a horrifyingly huge vault of a church the size of a Saudi mosque), your cunning & idiotic taxi drivers... Three days is ideal. Nine nights was a sore mistake, so we cut the apple in half and left this faux Ha-wa-wee sunrise view from the terrace:

With the help of my stellar mechanic in the capital, we managed to recoup two-thirds of Plan A and immediately hit the road to Olympia, home of those Games and of my favorite museum in this corner of the world. En route, we had way too many pit stops, ate unwashed nectarines on the side of the road, juices flowing obscenely on forearms and cursed the industrious maintenance works blocking all the traffic: this is Greece, after all, a (deeply loved) country like no other, and thankfully not mine.

In the process, traded Ha-wa-wee for this serene olive canopy and immediately jumped in the pool:

By the next morning, I had managed to fully catch up with the Scots/Mex Tattooed Female innuendo and found it a) not funny, b) desperate enough to be of her own making and c) completely tasteless and irrelevant to any given narrative line favored by this Nagasaki of a fandom. Such vulgar paucity needed a strong antidote: follow me to a place of beauty and grace, floor temperature 55 Celsius /131 Fahrenheit.

The Archeological Museum of Olympia is one of the more compact affairs of the kind, but it makes up for this shortcoming with a superbly curated selection of just about the best of the diggings.

Things like this. It could be mistaken for its Chinese contemporary, but it is a Corinthian horse, circa 5th century BC :

Or this representation of Nike/Victory, not as formidable as the one at the Louvre (which to me is Freedom itself), but still:

Spandex or not, who cares? Heh.

Or the Temple gallery, where the statues are presented in the Munich Glyptothek style, for an immediate punch in the gut effect:

Shippers watching the Narrative unfold:

Not that Wedding:

Oops. Stupid shipper further doxing herself - no makeup, dehydrated, but resilient and insufferable (firmly intending to remain so). Hi there, Mordor, bet the farm we never met?

By way of contrast, a classical representation of Anon:

Which one of the Negationist Trifecta? Place your bets, ladies:

All of us pondering a comment:

#oohdembuns: Hermes' buns, as seen by Praxiteles, to be exact:

Note the rugged back - rings a bell? I would bet handsome money Anna Foerster knows something about this particular statue. Historically speaking, the reason it remained unpolished is because it most likely was ensconced in a niche of sorts. This is the kind of objectification I wouldn't mind being a part of on a daily basis, by the way.

Face view of the above. The midsection focal point has been piously lost in the sands of time. Never mind: not the leaked MUA reel, either - that's most likely baby Dionysus, the one S has to intensely pay lip service to, as we speak:

Turning right to the Roman room. PA TMcG on payday:

Toga pleats are a major turn-on for this stupid shipper:

Onwards to Mycenae. Had to split this in two, for convenience.

A very different vibe, for sure.

[noxexistant]

Ok so I couldn't always see them great bc the fuckign World gate was in the way but a few things I both saw and remembered:

- Oscar's voice kind of hitched in his throat a bit on the "I guess he didn't take care of me" line. Barely noticeable but I noticed it, I heard The Angst

- Just before The World Will Know when Wiesel gestures for Morris to follow him and Oscar to stay, they started just smacking each other's hats until Morris was too far down for Oscar to reach

- When they were escorting Jack out of Pulitzer's office they wouldn't look at anyone. Oscar was a bit more subtle but Morris very blatantly turned his head away completely

- When the newsies are lining up to buy papers at the end someone (couldn't tell who, they were on the other side of the stage and partially obscured) stole the cash box and jokingly proposed to Oscar with it

- And not a Delancey Brothers observation but Delancey Actors, Owen Stringer was a pro ignoring a Very Big Moth continuously flying into his face when he was playing Bill jskdksd

absolutely screaming over these

owen oscar launched Very suddenly and sharply into aggression on the thursday matinee during the “i guess he didn’t take care of me” line, the idea of his voice hitching is Killing me. it was my first time seeing owen oscar (FINALLY) and he was fantastic, i absolutely looooved how angry and sharp he is

the Acting in pulitzer’s office always kills me too. it’s one of those moments where morris very frequently looks wrought with guilt, while oscar is doing his best to remain cold (ajh oscar used to always keep glancing at morris, his own expression wavering). i have some more notes in my askbox from someone else mentioning how morris basically dissociates in pulitzer’s office, and that always makes me [screams]. that scene, even though they’re both just stood silently, is just a beacon of their dynamic and their character complexities and i want to Eat it

also, i can so perfectly picture albert doing the cash box proposal 💀 oscar snatching it back and muttering, “ain’t even any a’ your money in it” while al just grins at him

and there was a moth at the thursday show too!!! 😭 it was around a lot but Especially in pulitzer’s office scenes, it loved the chandelier - and i believe largely left owen alone thankfully. mans is a Professional though. however, whoever was playing darcy/morris at that point (jack or rory) Fully accidentally chucked their rag while cleaning the printing press

do you remember who was on for morris? :’) was it george? i neeeed to see him and owen together finally. mentioned to owen how excited i was to finally catch him as oscar, and he was like “yeah, this is my first time on as him in…three weeks? i wasn’t sure i even remembered the choreo.” and then he did his lil ending choreo dancey-dance for me 🥲

[relaxingifs]

i don’t get it why did your main get terminated that’s awful?

thanks!! i have no idea either, like, it would be one thing if staff had emailed me or responded to the emails i sent with 'your account has been terminated because of this'. it probably wouldn't have been fair, but at least i received closure

but NOPE weeks later i have no idea why my account was terminated. worst part? I STILL RECEIVE EMAILS FROM TUMBLR LIKE MY ACCOUNT WAS NEVER TERMINATED. like please just explain to why it was terminated. too many leftist post? too much nudity? JUST TELL ME WHYYYYY

still holding hope that maybe it was mistake and they'll restore it in like 6 months. i wanted to remake it anyways, but it just sucks that i lost a lot saved posts and also i have to refollow so many artists and gif makers....

THANKFULLY, i do have another main blog that I 'made' (it was actually given to me by a friend!) bc it sucks that tumblr still has a following limit of 5000 (why does it have this??) (an extra fun fact: tumblr has a daily following limit of 250 and post limit of 250). I am so happy i did reblog most of my original gifsets to that blog. Not all of them but many were pretty old, before i even knew how to use photoshop, so im not sad some of them are gone jdshjfhjsahk

well not gone forever, thankfully. they're still out there in someone's blog. this isnt like twitter where once an account is deleted/terminated those posts are gone forever.

though some good news! after OVER 6 months i did finish remaking my retro/vaporwave blog @waveretro! and finishing making my nintendo blog since i recently got into splatoon and im so excited for the ttyd remake! it's still very much wip but you can go ahead and follow @redgbasp!

[lacomandante]

Tagged in '20 questions for fic writers' by the @chiropteracupola — thank you!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

4. Very shameful... I have many, many fics started, and so many ideas, but I usually lack the energy to finish them, but slowly work on them. And while I do have a couple that are finished, posting them wouldn't make a ton of sense without prior explanation on a lot of things. So it stays in the vault for now.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

8,887! I need to publish a fic that's just one word now!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Sharpe- but more often I've written for Tolkien, even though I've never published anything publicly to AO3, just tumblr.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

....I don't want to link the first one bc it's embarrassing, but it has 199 kudos.

Home has 34.

Longest Night has 26

And Después de guerra has 19.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely- I try to respond to every one I get. It's very rare I get comments for my fics, especially the Sharpe ones, so I treasure them dearly!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is going to sound terrible, but I usually don't write fics with angsty endings!! I always try and end with at least a silver lining. (And at least for Sharpe fics, canon already is pretty depressing, so I like to write happier things lol). I think it would have to be the one where my dúnedain ranger dies at the Battle of the Morannon, being snatched by a fell beast and dropped from a large height.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think Home. I just love Teresa and Sharpe and Antonia safe and happy and loved 🥺 Though it's been so many years since I wrote it I might have to go back and polish it....

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. But the fear of getting hate is what's prevented me from posting most of my Tolkien ones, I would say.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I've got one in the works atm that I really like. I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort in general, but honestly, I'm game for any smut. I'm the type of person who writes a 2,000 word blowjob fic thats IMPERATIVE for the character development lmao.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think I've personally written any fics with crossovers before. I guess like 12 years ago I wrote a Resident Evil/Silent Hill crossover but never got far into it...I posted it to LiveJournal lol. Those were the days.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, thank goodness. At least for Sharpe the fandom is so tiny it'd be hard not to notice if someone did lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! Though I've considered translating my own into Spanish, I'm not quite proficient as I am in English and it wouldn't be the same.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Almost every single bit of writing for the Sharpe series that isn't posted to AO3 has pretty much been written with @properbastard. Sam and I pretty much every day bounce ideas off of each other and share one brain cell. But she also beta-reads my fics and often helps me when I'm stuck, so even if it's a fic I wrote myself, she's pretty much embedded into it too. And if rping counts as cowriting a fic, then yes, absolutely!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

If you're following me and reading this, you probably already know <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Personally I try not to think of WIP's that way. I think I have the potential to finish any fic, but I don't want to set myself up for failure by thinking I'll never finish something. Or maybe that's just me being in denial LOL.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think descriptions and maybe dialogue? I like to describe landscapes and set up scenes so that a nice image is painted and sets the stage for the main characters, so to speak. I also have a decent feel for dialogue, I think. Since I've very rarely written modern fiction, one of the most important aspects of historical fiction is being conscious of how characters speak. What words would they use? Do they shorten sentences, or not? What's their background? Upper class or from the gutter? Do they speak English natively? Can they use this phrase, or is that a modern one? I'm a stickler for it, and if I read a fic where the characters Do Not sound like themselves, I usually have to exit out of it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing lmfao. I don't tend to have a lot of confidence with my writing, which is a shame, but I struggle a lot with that and second guess myself on a lot of things. I'm also incredibly slow- I have so many fics on the backburner just chillin' that I get overwhelmed just looking at and then don't do it, despite wanting to. I create a lot of obstacles for myself that I know don't need to be there, but I'm not sure how to get rid of them.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it before! Least not in published fics. For Teresa, since I literally got a Spanish degree because of her, in the past I've incorporated a bit of Spanish into my writing to practice my lessons with her. It was really fun- and honestly, I think it can definitely serve a purpose in a fic- sometimes not knowing what's being said and being forced to extrapolate for yourself through context clues can really put yourself into another characters shoes.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Left 4 Dead. I was hugely into the Valve games, but L4D was my first foray, and probably my biggest and most popular fic. I had quite a few chapters and people really liked it on FF.net, and I would write out the chapters on paper in class, in middle school. I ended up deleting it because I had no idea what to do with it- no plans, no story, just writing as I went. I fondly remember a scene I wrote where Zoey was bleeding out and Nick used a defib on her and it worked <3 oh 13 year old medical knowledge....

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I can't choose! I think I'm so critical of my writing it's so hard to like anything I write.

I tag @phoenixflames12 @properbastard @conquistadoradelmar @prvtocol and whoever else wants to do it!!

[dollwrites]

I'm so with you, I'm sick of everyone baby-fying villains and basically all male characters, and dont even get me started on the fact that basically everyone I come across on tiktok and twitter insist that ALL Male characters are subs. Like oh yes it makes so much sense for someone like Dio to be a sub 🙄 I saw a post on tiktok the other day that said toji would whimper and beg you to peg him like WHAT LMAO. Like just admit that some characters aren't soft, wouldn't "fall for you" and "change for you", and would treat you like a fucktoy lmao. Idk why recently people act like it's a sin for people to think some male characters are doms (thankfully I dont see that as much on here, BUT I only follow people like you so maybe I just havent seen it 🤷‍♀️)

HONESTLY!!!!

No bc you’re completely right, Dio is another one !!! Stop making him sub !!! 90% of his character revolves around his desire for power !!!! It just doesn’t even make sense. And like as a dio stan there is nothing that pisses me off more than seeing him get turned into some weepy sub 😭

I HAVENT ACTUALLY USED TIKTOK IN SO LONG every time I logged on I would just see the absolute worst takes.

SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST!! I COULDNT HAVE SAID IT BETTER!

and anyone who says toji would whimper or beg for anything… they’re just wrong I said it SKSKKSK that man is TAKING what he wants from u.

trust me there are PLENTY of beefy, strong men that could sub and still be canonically accurate and I just wish that the writers who like to write dom readers could just use them instead of changing a character’s entire personality to fit a fic?

but…. Then again toji is super popular right now, so I’m sure that the majority don’t actually care about who he is they just wanna get in on them sweet sweet notes SKSKKSKSK

AND IT KINDA TICKS ME OFF because I’ll admit I wasn’t super interested in him until I found out koyasu is doing his voice but when I finally sit down and get to know him I’m sure I’ll enjoy him and when I write for him I will drive myself INSANE trying to get his characterization perfect because I’m passionate about keeping the characters the way they are. we fell in love with these characters for who they already were, no? Why give them a whole new identity SKSKKS it’s so weird

[nicki0kaye]

PLEASE, I'm officially taken with this

just invites himself along to the Qui-gon's mission and wont stop giving baby obi lots of smiles, joins in on the bickering with Jarjar but occasionally switches sides to back him up, sticks behind at Ani's place to hang out with and have a heart to heart with Shmi and needs to spend the following night sitting outside having FEELINGS about meeting his grandmother and his father as an innocent child.

he's no idea if he's here to improve the future or simply experience everything as the force intended it to happen, but he still tries to connect with Maul instead of just fight him. He still tries to find a way to get Shmi out of captivity and to his grandfather faster, he still tries to encourage Anakin's adoption into the Jedi and caution them that they must take his connection to the dark seriously. He tries to save Qui-Gon, and is there for Obi-wan regardless.

of course he's not in the running to become Anakin's master, he's barely part of the Jedi Order, they just kind of allow him around for shits and giggles, but he's devoted to being part of Anakin's life, for however long he's stuck in the past. He's trying so hard to be Ben--someone who knows so much but shares only what is truly needed, and always, always cares. Always shows up and tries and supports, and yes sometimes smiles knowingly and teases you with great affection.

He keeps tabs on Shmi and Padme, for Anakin and for himself. He's both excited to learn the old ways and also aware he was never meant to be a Jedi like they are--part of him wanted that, when they were only stories and pieces of culture he was putting together on his own, when there were so many unknowns and he was one of the last to keep the ways alive. When he only had fragments and suggestions and the Force to guide him.

Now he can learn all of it. He can study and understand and devote himself to becoming exactly what the order his father came from, that Obi-wan came from, believed was a true Jedi...and he doesn't have to. The Force is still there, and it's clear he connects to it differently, and that is okay. The Counsel see it, too. And he sees it in the Counsel. In the many styles of teaching, of connecting, of dealing with inherent darkness and light. In their willingness to try despite their directive to impose structure to the Order.

He's also able to see past Palpy's bullshit and...I like the idea that he kind of helps others to, too. And if Qui-gon doesn't die, maybe Dooku doesn't fall. Or maybe Luke joins Yaddle in trying to reach him and together they reach him. But maybe it's more subtle than that. @sidhebeingbrand has described the way Sidious has stayed hidden from the counsel as 'Darkside Carbon Monoxide poisoning' and maybe Luke's presence just. Cracks a window. Just being around him lets you see shit clearer.

And he could call Palpy out, but he knows enough to think that wouldn't work, and thankfully he's hanging with a bunch of ppl who take Vibes seriously enough that they don't blow him off for disliking the guy bc he doesn't pass Luke's vibe check. And too bad for Palpy, he starts failing vibe checks with everyone after that too. Biffs his saving roll over and over.

I don't really have a solid conclusion in mind, not yet any way, I just love the idea of Luke seeing this as an adventure, trying to keep his heart open to whatever it is he's meant to do here, even if that's just observe and learn.

And honestly, Leia should be there too. They were brought into the universe together as the counterbalance to Sidious and Vader, and I Don't Like the idea of separating them, I don't like the idea of the Force choosing one over the other for a fun trip to the past, but I'm gonna need to sit on things to decide how Leia approaches this nonsense. Like she's definitely the one who decides 'we tell no one', and she for sure also acts as a Vibes Purifier against Sith Bullshit, but there is so. much. chaos she could get up to, either by joining the Jedi or joining politics or. Fucking trying to do both and refusing to take no for an answer?

Like Luke is gonna be over here having a fun lil adventure and Leia is gonna be staring down Palpatine with a smile and Kill Bill sirens BLARING

in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

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hi hi! the “you have to get through me” grim request was SO good, i was wondering if you could write the same prompt for Idia, Floyd, Jade, Ruggie and Jack?? thanks!! :)))

【 you're gonna have to get through me first ! 2 】

author's note: hello hello ! first, i'd like to thank everyone for their support on my very first headcanon post ! i'm really glad you requested another one, bc it was hella fun to make <3 this is a bit longer bc it kinda doubles as a 200 follower special + 10-day-aversary of the first one, so i hope you enjoy !

characters: idia shroud, floyd leech, jade leech, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

gender neutral! prefect, headcanons, request <3

part 1 of this (kind of) series! (ft. leona, azul, vil, & malleus)

Grim knew he had to stay vigilant at all times. Somewhere out there was someone who wanted to take away his henchman, and that was absolutely not happening on his watch!! Grim's Henchman Protection Program was formed take down all potential threats to his and his henchman's peaceful life, and he wouldn't be stopping now!

Idia Shroud

idia wasn't the most experienced guy in terms of irl romance. but he was quite the aficionado of the romance genre- from light novels to animes to even otome games. you name it, he's seen it.

and yet the first time his heartbeat starts wildly acting up in his chest, and his cheeks flush and his hair flares up pink, idia thought, "oh no. am i going to die?"

it wasn't until he had ortho perform a search on the symptoms that he realized that he was in love. he was less thrilled to find out that, no, he wasn't in love with one of his waifus or husbandos. instead, he was in love with the ramshackle prefect.

the prefect who took a liking to him despite him being a NEET, and a weirdo. the prefect who brought over treats just for him when they had free ti-

wait, wasn't he just playing an otome game route ? these were all events, he rationalized with what little braincells he had after he figured out he had a crush.

great seven, the next interaction event would be coming up soon! he had invited them over to watch his favorite anime. he had to get full affection points so that he could start dating them! who knew who else was also vying for their attention?

when the day came, he had his game plan: to end the event by holding their hand.

as they sat together, idia swallowed. they were on their fifth episode now, and he had been slowly inching closer so that he could complete his mission. besides, he made them laugh earlier, which meant that this interaction had a less likely hood of failing, right?

now all he had to do is reach over and grab their hand. it was easy. just like in those games, smoothly reach over, and-

"not on my watch, gamer boy!" there's a cat biting him. there's a cat biting him??? "don't you dare try to put your grubby hands on my henchman!"

idia almost passed out with shame when they stare at him confused. he should've known that every elusively easy boss fight had a trap to it! and the prefect just came with...an overly fluffy cat-monster.

"grim, let go of idia-" "but he was lookin' at you with those...heart-shaped eyes, blergh i was about to throw up! no way he can date my henchman! he has to get my approval first!"

thankfully for grim, idia liked cats. or else maybe he really would've really fainted by now from the prefect's embarrassed expression to the way a cat confessed to his crush for him. talk about top 10 anime betrayals!

instead he swallowed his pride. it's not like he was against trying to earn grim's affection points. so he started buying snacks specifically for grim after having ortho scout out what the little creature liked.

every time the prefect came over, idia would have the treats waiting like a peasant offering goods to a god. (and it's not like grim dislikes being called the "great lord grim", so he's chill with it)

he convinced himself it was necessary for a perfect clear. if he can start dating the prefect and get a new cat friend? that sounded like an ending worth all the hours of his attention.

Floyd Leech

floyd liked the little shrimp. he knew that from day one, he was super interested in them. now, what he didn't know was when that interest and like turned into a fondness and love. it was too complex for him to think about so naturally floyd just took it in stride.

it wasn't like anything would change now that he knew he loved them, right? except, something did change.

he didn't like it when his shrimpy would get close to those other small fries. he was clearly the better choice! why would they hangout with them when they had him?

after much deliberation (aka jade stepping in and telling him he should confess), floyd decided to tell the little shirmp exactly how he felt.

he found the shrimpy at lunch and decided to carry them all the way to mostro lounge for a special snack.

"floyd, i don't think this is safe-" "don't worry~ i won't ever drop you, shrimpy!"

as soon as they were sat at the bar, he set off to work on making them something: a delicious plate of steaming takoyaki.

why? well...he figured that maybe if he showed that he was good at cooking, they would accept his confession faster. (floyd logic is logic all the same, everyone)

and so he walked out with the biggest grin and the most beautifully plated takoyaki that he had ever made, "i have your special snack little shrimp! it's extra specially made by yours truly~"

he placed the plate down in front of the prefect, watching as their eyes sparkled at the dish in front of them, "floyd, this is-"

*CHOMP*

what..? was that... the baby seal? floyd blinked again and yes, that was baby seal...with his mouth full of his takoyaki. the one he made for shrimpy.

"nice try seafood, but you can't just lure my henchman with the promise of good food!" the baby seal folded his arms. "what about me, we're a 2-in-1 package deal!"

the prefect grabbed him by the scruff, "grim, that wasn't for you! i told you, you could order anything else! i'm so sorry floyd!"

"l-look i bet he was going to confess his undying love to you after. and n-no way his love is more undying than my care for my henchman! he doesn't have my approval," the seal hunched closer to the prefect. "b-but please don't squeeze me..."

floyd was as confused as the little shrimp looked. he stared at the baby seal and then back at the prefect, then at his ruined takoyaki. he was both angry and sad and it seemed that today, his sadness won, because-

"the delicious takoyaki i made for shrimpy is ruined..." floyd sniffed, tears lining his eyes. he seldom cried unless he got too overwhelmed. this was exactly one of those times. "imma squeeze you later baby seal, i'm too sad to squeeze you right now- wwaahhhhh~!"

safe to say the prefect was left to deal with a bawling eel and a complaining cat creature, which wasn't a good combination. (jade had to step in because floyd started clinging onto the prefect while still sobbing uncontrollably)

from then on, it seemed floyd and grim had an intense rivalry over who loved the henchman/shrimpy more. whenever floyd was in the mood, he'd tussle with grim over menial things as the prefect watched on.

when floyd wasn't in the mood it got a bit tricky. sometimes, he would just...give up, which makes grim feel just a little bad as the eel stalked off with a sad look on his face.

but it's more likely he would pick his shrimpy up and carry them off into the sunset. nobody could get in the way of him and shrimpy's love! not even the baby seal!

Jade Leech

at first, jade wasn't even that interested in the prefect. he knew his brother was charmed, but he didn't really see the appeal. a magicless human who didn't have any redeeming qualities. that was as plain as plain would get.

now someone tell him why he ended up falling for such a human. was it the way they took floyd's moods in stride? or the way they helped take care of his mushrooms whenever he was too busy to?

over time he grew to be endeared by them and their smart quips that rival even his, and this is where it brought him: on a hike to a beautiful waterfall he had found last week with the prefect in tow.

now jade wasn't one to confess first, but he wanted to make sure that they clearly knew where his feelings lied for them.

after around an hour of hiking, they finally reached the waterfall. "woah, this is beautiful jade! you should set up a magicam account for all these places you find."

jade preened at the praise, "i hope you do enjoy the beauty of this place." he wanted to say that none of it compared to them, but the words had caught in his throat.

"prefect," he reached out for their hand, taking it in his. "truthfully, i brought you out here today to-"

"WAIT...A SECOND!! *huff, huff* YOU AREN'T JUST...ELOPING WITHOUT MY... *huff* PERMISSION!!"

the prefect jolted at the voice, "wait, grim?? how did you get here? and what do you mean eloping?"

jade, clearly perturbed, turned to see the small grey monster huffing and puffing as he made his way towards them, "i *huff* i climbed all the way up here! the slimy eel has long legs so it was *huff, huff* hard for me to keep up." the monster wiped his brow and jade felt something tick in his jaw at his words.

"listen up, ya overgrown pool noodle," jade readied a polite smile, which the monster flinched at. "t-that smile isn't gonna scare me! y-you're tryna run away and ask out my henchman in the woods, right? well i'm here to say that you won't succeed unless you get through me first!"

jade's perfect smile fell slightly at his words. did he just...ruin all his plans completely? he looked to the prefect, whose eyes were wide as saucers now. well. there was no hiding it now, it was better if he was forward with everything.

"my personal feelings for the prefect is none of your business, grim." if voices could cut, then jade's voice was a freshly sharpened kitchen knife.

"yes it is! me and the henchman are one person, so their business is my business!"

jade sighed, because arguing with grim was almost as pointless as arguing with floyd was. in the end, he accepted the monster's interruption, earning the small victory of holding the prefect's hand on their way down.

since then, jade would notice that grim would follow him around whenever he hung out with the prefect. whether it be in the gardens or even in mostro lounge the monster was there.

jade took it in stride, sending a menacing smile every once in a while, as he continued to court the prefect.

though he doesn't show it, he is a prideful man. and he wasn't willing to stoop down to a monster just to gain his approval.

and besides, if the prefect was already deeply in love with him, then there was no way that monster could convince them otherwise, right?

Ruggie Bucchi

it was all fun and games for ruggie, at the beginning. i mean, a magicless prefect? someone who he could manipulate with his unique magic however he wanted? someone like that was bound to be the target of his amusements.

and it grew especially entertaining for him when they bit him back, retaliating against his jabs with ones of their own, even going as far as to purchasing what ruggie wanted to purchase first.

but what he didn't know was, while he was busy stealing their wallet, they were busy unsuspectingly stealing his heart.

his body stiffened the moment he realized that the clamor in his chest wasn't just from the high of a successful heist, and that it was from the feeling of affection instead.

he decided that, after weeks of dancing around them, he would confess to them. and he had a pretty good plan.

first, he would steal their wallet, as usual. "hey- ruggie, not right now, i need that!" "don't you always, shishishi~"

second, slowly lead them away to a quieter corner. that was easy when the prefect wasn't one to give up a chase.

and third, he had them successfully cornered when he used a little bit of "laugh with me" to make them stay still for a moment

"ruggie, what-" "listen, prefect," ruggie rubbed the back of his neck as he released his unique magic. "actually, i..."

"you're a kidnapper, that's what you are!" and there's a cat pouncing on his back- why the hell was grim so heavy, again?? ruggie was sure that his claws distended his uniform in some way as grim used him as a springboard, jumping toward the prefect.

"how dare you take my henchman while i was looking away! and to what? to confess to them in some dark corner, like a...a creep?" grim jabbed a paw to ruggie's chest. "and don't tell me you didn't! i saw that! you gotta get through me if you wanna get to them!"

now, ruggie felt stupefied as he stared at the prefect, the cat having taken all the words from his mouth. so he smiled, as easy going as he could with his literal stomach in knots, "well, that's the correct answer! i'm tryna date you, prefect~"

after the incident, grim would always be there to steal the prefect's wallet from him, which was getting unfair, so he would always hit twice as hard. he used "laugh with me" to make grim do silly dances or even to hand the wallet back to him before he booked it. all that mattered to him was that the prefect was still smiling exasperated at their antics.

their smile was something he wanted to protect, after all. it was precious to him. even if it meant making an absolute fool of himself to ward off some cat-monster.

it would all be worth it as long as they continued to smile for him.

Jack Howl

(extra long bc i was having jack brainrot orz)

jack didn't know what to expect when he met them. a human who didn't have a lick of magic that dared to go against leona? he had to admit that they had guts. and it was proven to him again and again.

from being an instrumental part to foiling leona's plan, to challenging azul to free everyone from their contracts, they were someone fearless who also carried a bleeding heart.

a heart that bled even for him. they had shown their care for him on multiple occasions, which he wasn't opposed to receiving at all.

so uh...how did human's court again? jack knew exactly how beastmen courted, but maybe it was kinda different in the human realm.

he decided to ask for advice. and maybe ace wasn't the best place to ask for advice, but he didn't exactly know a lot of..reliable people.

ace had grinned, "if you wanna woo someone, you gotta show them your strengths!"

his strengths, huh. jack had just the thing. a magift match he would be playing in.

he was more nervous than usual. and well, it's not like he could help it! he already decided that he wanted to court them and in wolf beastmen culture, that meant marriage. they only ever had one partner in their lifetimes, so he was quite serious about this.

maybe it was the extra adrenaline from the nervousness, but he performed very well, tanking through a few enemy attacks and even scoring his own hits.

so he jogged up to the prefect, and they seemed equally as ecstatic, "that was...so awesome! i mean that goal? where'd you learn to play like that??"

his tail started to wag, "well, that's just because i was playing for someone. i...wanted to make them proud, so i did my best." and jack swallowed. maybe this would be the perfect time to tell them how he felt? he didn't need to play a long game, he just...wanted to know if they felt the same...

"well i'm sure i can play better than he can!" ah. grim. he was sitting next to them, tail swishing angrily. "the big bad wolf tryna impress my henchman hmm? well my henchman has me, so ya gotta try harder to impress!"

"grim, this is why you're not on the magift tea-" "henchman. i'm tryna save you from getting eaten by him! he's tryna date you, ya know?"

jack.exe had stopped working. he was trying to what? i mean. it was true. but he was planning on taking it step by step. and now that plan was thrown out of the window.

"is that true, jack?" they asked with a dazed expression. and what was jack supposed to say? no? so he silently nodded.

"no way you can do that without my permission first!" grim said and oh. was it a human thing that you needed your family's approval to date? jack could understand it though. how could he date them when their only kind-of-family member hated his guts?

jack was enthusiastic in all his attempts to get closer to grim, and win his approval. he was not one to cheat on anything, and he wasn't about to start now.

he tried to wrack his brain on what would sway the little guy, and all he could think of was making him stronger- both academically and physically. whenever he and the prefect would have study dates, he would do mini tutoring lessons with grim to make sure he won't fail. and whenever he asked them to come practice flying, grim would have to tag along for the jog.

(he would 100% try to teach grim to hunt. but grim is just. atrocious at it. because he can't shut up. well, at least jack tried.)

if this was how life with the prefect would be, with a slightly inconvenient cat around, then jack wouldn't trade it for the world.

after all, he wanted them to be his one and only beloved, so he was willing to give up this much for it to happen.

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[fcknstar]

,, shit affair "

-harryosborn x bc!reader x spiderman/p.p

a.n : this is a black cat reader shot, and it took like 3 days for me to finish this cause i was like so unmotivated in between writing this. i really really didnt know how to title this so yea.

warnings : manipulation ig? , using someone?

**lowercase intended**

being harrys assistant and having a secret affair with him is one thing, but being black cat is another. harry knew your identity, well because he was the one that 'made' you. it was when a test induced by kingpin that gave you psionic, feline-based powers and such. harry trusted you, trusted that youd never have the heart to turn you back on him. because if you ever do, he would gladly remind you who you belong to, remind you where you are in life. harry had mainly given you such capabilities because he wanted you to do tasks for him. cliche isnt it? 

in broad daylight, you were you, an innocent assistant. but when the night comes alive, thats when the black cat comes out to play. you often help criminals steal valuable items, steal items for yourself and harry or steal to just dispose them later on. you were doing this to attract the attention of spiderman. harry wanted you to hold spiderman captive after he disagreed to give harry his blood. despite understanding why spiderman chose to do that, you had to please harry. 

for the past few days, spiderman have been on the lookout for black cat. the only reason he patrolled every night is to see you. harry was sure that youd never fall out of love with him, and stay loyal. thankfully you didnt. but to his luck spiderman started growing fond of black cat and her sarcastic remarks. you went out at night as black cat, trying to find spiderman not knowing he is hot on your tail. before you could get any further, he grabbed your wrist pulled you towards his chest. 

" you look lost, kitty " spiderman chukled as he let you go. 

" whyd you disappear all of the sudden, huh? " spiderman advanced towards you, wanting an explanation out of you. 

" why, miss me already bug boy? " you teased. everything was going to plan. you luring him in with the right amount of tease will just get him wrapped around your finger. 

spiderman seemed pleased with your nickname. " woah, i didn't know we were that close " despite the mask covering his face, you could feel the smile that was on his face. 

you werent too far from oscorp, so itd be easy. you just needed to 'steal' something from oscorp, knowing damn well spiderman will be there to follow you like a lost puppy. 

" but yes, i did miss you. " spiderman took your wrist and pulled you towards him when you tried to walk away from him. 

" hm, charming. its a shame i wouldn't be able to see the man under that god damn mask. " you pouted. spiderman sighed. " yea well, i would love to show you every part of me, but i cant. how about we go somewhere private, hm? " that only confirmed your question, spiderman did have something for you. 

" i would love to accept such a generous offer, but i have to go get something, bug boy " spiderman has already let go of you, allowing you to go and run towards oscorp. jumping from building to building gave you some type of adrenaline rush which you loved dearly. harry was currently hiding in the room full of his experiments and equipments, patiently waiting for you and spiderman to show up. 

when your boots clacked through the floors of the empty lobby of oscorp, spiderman asked. 

" why are we here? " he felt uneasy knowing that you were about to steal something from his best friends company. 

" like i told you, im here for something. i mean you can be a good boy and save yourself. " you replied. you knew spiderman too well. even if you were about to steal the most valuable painting, he'll still be with you no matter what. 

and you were right once again, spiderman was still with you. smiling to yourself, you prepared to bring him to the room where harry is in. the only reason why harry is there is to lock the door when you couldn't. basically, harry is there as a back up.

when you stepped foot into the room, you could sense the familiar gaze of your partner. 

" you are going to steal a, i dont know, a venom? " spidermans voice alerted harry. 

" yea well, dont question my desire okay? i heard the ceo here is really hot, maybe if i took something of his, he would probably go find me and you know.. " you laughed, knowing harry heard it. grabbing the jar of venom, spiderman grabbed your wrist. 

" you done? " 

" why, whats wrong? are you scared? " you teased. 

" uh maybe? i mean we are in oscorp, you stealing stuff with me by your side. doesnt that sound weird? " spiderman chuckles nervously. it was out of his behavior to act this way. 

placing the jar back onto the desk next to the containment, you pushed spiderman down onto the desk. 

" tsk tsk, youll be safe okay? " as your hand slowly grabbed the rope underneath the desk, you slowly leaned in. knowing spiderman too, leaned in, you quickly pulled away and wrapped spiderman with the rope.

" w-what are you doing? kitty? " spiderman tried to wiggle out of the rope. 

" im sorry bug boy. " thats when harry showed himself. peters eyes widened beneath the mask. he should have known.

[milf-harrington]

📖 (that's me reading the fanfics in your brain that you haven't written, please tell me about one)

describing a fic i've daydreamed about but not written (yet)

s3 steddie lives in my head rent free, there's so many possibilities there and all of them get delightfully muddled up in my head; but here's a specific one i think about a lot

eddie works in one of the stores at starcourt (probably a music store, maybe a nerd store) and considering where it's placed he has to walk past scoops like 4 times a day (on his way to his shift, on his way to smoko, on his way back from smoko + on his way home) ((okay he doesn't actually have to walk past scoops for smoko, he could go out the back, but sue him for thinking steve harrington looks silly in his little sailor outfit, it's the highlight of his day))

and he's walking past one day when he happens to look up and find Steve Harrington in the midst of what seems to be a pretty brutal light saber fight with a middle schooler in a dorky cap. and Eddie feels his heart flutter and just thinks oh god no and gets the fuck out of there bc thinking steve looks cute is one thing but thinking he's cute as a person? no fucking way munson, get your shit together.

and then later, when he's closing up and getting ready to leave, he spots his two favourite scoops employees marching down the empty hall, arguing about something, with two children in tow. He's curious - so goddamn curious - but his uncle's got the night off and they have dinner plans with an awful western that he refuses to miss out on, so he leaves them to it and goes home.

and then, the next morning, he glances into scoops as he walks past on his way to work and. it's still closed. empty.

Eddie tries to brush it off, tries not to think about the fact that an icecream parlor wouldn't be closed in summer. Tries not to think about Steve and Robin in a half-empty mall the night before, clearly just getting off their own closing shifts.

The next morning, Scoops is open, but it's the weekend staff, looking irritable. Eddie heads to his own store and tries to shrug it off, even though it's weird and makes his skin itch uncomfortably. It's none of his business, and frankly he's glad.

Later that night though, after he's finished closing and has decided he's not ready to head home just yet, he goes for a walk on the upper floor, past the cinema because he likes the way the floor vibrates sometimes in time with the sound effects.

he's just lighting a cigarette when he hears a door bang open, followed by what could be arguing, and then the click of the water fountain. he's still just kind of paused, lighter held to the end of his smoke but no flame lit yet, when he overhears the "why is it called back to the future?" conversation and then watches as Steve gets shoved out into the open hallway.

Steve doesn't see him, gets distracted by the lights on the ceiling, doing a dorky little spin and whispering for Robin to come look in an awed tone. But Eddie sees him, in his stupid sailor outfit even though he wasn't at work, covered in blood and looking like someone tried to cave his face in.

Robin seems, thankfully, unharmed but they both seem pretty out of it and Eddie realises, worriedly, that they're both on something. Something strong by the looks of it. Before he can ask if they're okay, if they need him to call someone - maybe an ambulance - they both go really pale and bolt for the bathrooms, just about falling over each other trying to get through the door and he follows them.

He doesn't go inside, because he's not sure if he's welcome and he doesn't know them very well, so instead he stands right outside the door, anxiously smoking. He can hear them talking - not their actual words, but their voices - so he knows they're not dead, and then he sees the kids that were with them the night before come crashing out of the cinema, looking around wildly.

They're just marching past the toilets, lowering their voices to hissing when they spot Eddie, when the two in the bathroom start....singing? it's bonnie tyler, total eclipse of the heart, except the pair of them sound like muppets and the two kids are now shoving past him to throw open the door.

One of the kids, a girl with bright clothes and a cutting eyebrow raise, looks him up and down and juts out her chin. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?" She asks, and it's less of a question and more of a dismissal and yes Eddie is worried and confused but also kind of relieved because he doesn't really want to be involved in whatever the fuck is going on here.

So he shrugs, takes a deliberately slow drag of his cigarette, and walks away. He goes home, and fiddles with his guitar, and makes sure the kitchen is tidy for Wayne; and he tries his best not to think about Steve Harrington.

[blackrabb1t]

Various Genshin Impact Headcanons (and Why I Have Them)

- Some of these might not actually have an explanation or a mini drabble - content warnings: drugs/drug mention, Archon Quest spoilers, Traveler is stated to be Lumine (only because i play as her), hints of angst - ship mentions: heikaveh, zhongchi - None of these are listed in any particular order - This list will be constantly edited and updated - This list is also long as FUCK

• Alhaitham actually doesn't like black coffee.

He always orders 2 coffees, though. One black, the other with enough sugar it really could barely even be considered coffee anymore. Both cups will be taken to his office at the Akademiya, and sometimes a passing scholar might see Master Kaveh of Kshahrewar leaving the Scribe's office with the extra coffee cup. However what they all fail to notice, is that Kaveh's cup isn't the one that contains an excess of caramel and chocolate syrups, whipped creams, and sugar, like one would assume. That cup remains remains with Alhaitham. It's his, after all.

• Dendro users can control their own/another's psychoactivity

okay i know this one is WILD but stfu and hear me out. so, most alcohols are made with fermented grains and fruits, there's an entire wiki page on psychoactive plants/mushrooms, can you see where im going with this. Dendro users (namely Tighnari bc face it, that one dude in his character demo was lit like a mfn christmas tree, and tbh so was he) can either sober themselves up or induce a hallucinogen (severity and effect varies on who and what the purpose is for) when needed

• Anemo users can control their own oxygen levels

i actually saw this one somewhere else (i think somebody else did a think piece on other ways Vision holders can use and control their elements) and i just wrote it into my understanding of how Teyvat works and then i remembered that while yes, we do get the 15% stamina reduction, no, it is not stated anywhere in game that Anemo users never get muscle exhaustion due to lack of oxygen in the bloodstream.

• Certain Hydro users can control blood

Those users being Tartaglia, Kokomi, and Barbara. Tartaglia bc fucking DUH, Kokomi bc she WAS a leading figure in the Inazuman Civil War (lbr, Kokomi deserves a little more violence in her life. i mean look at her), and Barbara learned as a medical thing, in case someone needed to keep blood flow going, and to help find veins for things like IVs or vaccines.

• Mona went to the Akademiya as a Rtawahist scholar

It only lasted MAYBE 8 months, but she was there. If you didn't see Layla's name in the top spot after exams, it was more than likely Mona's until she left for Mondstadt.

• The exams at the Akademiya are on a month by month basis

Because there are so many people going in and out and doing self-studies at the Akademiya, it wouldn't make sense for exams to be on a quarter by quarter basis, so they're done at the end of every month instead.

• Kaveh actually does know about what happened in Sumeru City

Cyno initially told him that there was trouble, and he was searching for Alhaitham. Kaveh wasn't able to leave his project in the desert to help, but thankfully, Candace gave him a run down on the plan and everything that followed when he returned to Aaru Village in preparation for returning to Sumeru City. During the library scene, yes, Kaveh already knew, but he wanted to hear AH's version of the events. Meanwhile, Alhaitham is being difficult because he doesn't want Kaveh to worry over a certain plot event. (He could just leave it out, however Kaveh always knows when he lies.)

• No one knew about Alhaitham using the Divine Knowledge Capsule in the Grand Sage's Office

canon can say they knew all it wants, you'll pry the angst of when this goes sideways out of my cold lifeless hands

• Klee is the in-game reason why we haven't seen Dornman Port or the Dandelion Sea yet

She accidentally blew up the connecting mountain to Dornman Port while fish blasting, and the Dandelion Sea resides further north (meta reasoning is we return to Mondstadt at some point before the Khaenri'ah chapter, and that'll open up this area)

• Tartaglia is actually a really good healer

He learned because he didn't want his younger siblings to worry if he came home with an unexplainable amount of scars, but no one else in the Fatui believes him when he says he's a good healer bc of how he acts on a battlefield (you know that one scene from Sailor Moon where Usagi is like "i got a C+ in first aid!"? that's him)

• Tartaglia is extremely good at wood carving

There was a little truth to the toy seller "lie". He might not be the best, but he does sell a lot of wood carvings for children. The carvings are especially popular in both Liyue and Sumeru.

• Alhaitham and Nahida both find Cyno's jokes funny

Alhaitham doesn't outwardly laugh, but he's losing his mind on the inside, but Nahida is just a ball of giggles for a good thirty seconds following.

• Flowers grow around Dendro users according to their emotions or location

It's best seen with Catalyst users (ie. flora grows under Nahida wherever she walks, qingxin and violetgrass grow in Baizhu's hair whenever he's in Qingce Village), but Yaoyao usually has a few silk flowers and qingxin in her hair, Kaveh has been seen with a crown of Nilotpala Lotus and Padisarah on multiple occasions (especially around the Palace of Alcazarzaray), and Alhaitham has been caught with a Kalpalata Lotus once or twice.

• Kaveh is the reincarnation of the Goddess of Flowers/Alhaitham is the reincarnation of King Deshret

it's a popular theory and it's just. ingrained into my understanding of Teyvat now lmao

• Baizhu is at least part Adeptus

i just. i have a feeling. Changsheng is there for a reason, Changsheng TALKS for a reason.

• All of the regulars at Angel's Share knows that Venti is Barbatos.

no bc what the fuck do you mean the twink is drinking Grand Master Varka under the table??? and he's still standing??? is is liver okay???? (Venti also let it slip a few times)

• Everyone in Liyue Harbor knows that Zhongli is Rex Lapis.

you can't tell me no one in the harbor read Rex Incognito and didn't go "hm. this kinda sounds familiar. oh yeah! this reminds me of the consultant at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor!" that is not statistically possible. (Everyone at Wanmin was subjected to a very awkward conversation between Tartaglia and Zhongli after Signora left Liyue.)

• The Fairy Floss Incidents™

- Klee is not allowed to have any by order of Acting Grand Master Jean Gunnhildr. (Klee almost collapsed Stone Gate while fish blasting until Diluc found her.) - Lumine got a recipe for it in Fontaine and offered to make some for Xiao, but he denied vehemently (Childe offered him some when he was visiting Zhongli and has thought it was something dangerous ever since) - Xiangling has yet to find a suitable recipe including fairy floss since it dissolves in liquids almost immediately. - Shogun hates it, Ei LOVES it, yes, this has caused multiple arguments within the Plane of Euthymia (Scaramouche despises the stuff, but becomes indifferent towards it after becoming the Wanderer.) - Nahida is no longer allowed to have it in large amounts by order of Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham and General Mahamatra Cyno.

• Jean and Barbara actually do have a good relationship with each other

let them be sisters, hoyoverse.

• Jean actually does know about Albert.

The only reason she hasn't done anything yet is because Barbara asked her not to, unless it escalates. However, Jean does have Kaeya monitoring the situation. (Kaeya was busy in meetings during that one ending in Barbara's Hangout [Untimely Enthusiasm] and she had asked Lumine not to tell Jean.)

• Kaeya and Diluc have forgiven each other but they have yet to forgive themselves.

LET THEM BE BROTHERS, HOYOVERSE.

• Jean got her Vision first.

• Jean actually does know about the argument between Diluc and Kaeya.

It's hard. It's hard not asking questions when you hear an explosion. A large one, one that you hope is only the little Spark Knight, but it can't be, because you know she was currently traveling with her mother through Liyue. Not asking questions becomes even harder when you find one of your closest friends sitting as if the world just broke underneath him with shards of ice and hints and trails of frostbitten skin on his left arm. It's exponentially harder when you find the answer to some of those questions shattered in a corner somewhere, nursing burn scars up and down his right side and a newly acquired Cryo Vision. And so, her first reaction is to heal. Heal what she can, and support the foundations of what she currently can't. Her second reaction is to seek answers. She seeks the answers, and she heals, and she puts the puzzle pieces together. But suddenly, one drops off the face of Teyvat, frostbitten and a heart full of fire and anger. She is left with the other, burned and a heart full of ice and sadness. It’s hard. It’s hard to move forward, and to heal two broken and hurting hearts, but she is Jean Gunnhildr, the Dandelion Knight of Mondstadt. And to heal and protect is her ambition.

• Kaeya has never seen a horse in real life.

There are no horses in Khaenri'ah and by the time Kaeya was in a high enough position to really be around them constantly, Varka had taken all of the cavalry on the expedition. (Jean went through with naming Kaeya the Cavalry Captain so she can ask for his help in an official unofficial capacity since the Knights of Favonius didn't [and still doesn't] have an espionage division.) To this day, Kaeya still thinks horses are something Diluc made up to mess with him.

• Raiden Shogun and Scaramouche have ball joints.

PLEASE

[likeastarstar]

3:21 PM- Jungkook

"I feel like you should just meet them."

You squeezed your eyes shut to stop the groan that was rapidly forming in your throat, trying to remain calm. How many times could a person repeat themselves before they just absolutely lost their shit?Jungkook wanted you to meet his friends, you understood that, but it was more complicated than that. Meeting them would mean you were officially together, that there was no going back. You were sure about how you felt about him, but part of you still thought Jungkook was going to change his mind about being with you. You paused, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes back up.

The two of you were still in a protective bubble of shiny newness, was it so wrong to want to try and preserve it for a little while longer?

"No," You said plainly, walking towards the next aisle.

"My friends introduce me to their girlfriends constantly- One time, Tae even had two at the same time. They were both okay with it, obviously." He said randomly, following you aimlessly.

His voice was way too loud and someone beside the two of you looked over in curiosity, no doubt feeling intrigued about the boy who clearly had strange friends. You sighed again, grabbing the granola your roommate liked and dumping it in the grocery cart.

"Not the place, Jungkook." You reminded, trying to get him to shut up.

"My point is- they won't freak out. That being said, my friends are protective over me. It's like the time Jin made my first girlfriend prove her loyalty to me by telling her that I was uncircumcised. That girl broke up with me- but at least Jin had a point. Saved me a lot of heartache."

"You're not uncircumcised," You frowned, ignoring how inappropriate this conversation was for a grocery store.

He shrugged and threw a box of mini cakes in the cart, "Yeah, but why would I want to date someone who wasn't okay if I was?"

"I wouldn't date you if you were uncircumcised," You joked, grumbling under your breath.

"Yeah right," He scoffed, calling your bluff. "You'd just pull that shit back and go to work."

It was funny, but you forgot to laugh because the only thing going through your head was little information he had just given you between the jokes. If it wasn't a big deal for him and his bandmates to have girlfriends, maybe that was better. Or maybe that meant you were easily disposable. Also, they were protective over him. There was a good chance they wouldn't even like you and tell Jungkook to dump the weird chick.

"No way," you mumbled, both for yourself and in response to Jungkook, who was now standing directly behind you, hand gripping the shopping on either side of you so that you were caged in by his body.

"You want my dick so bad," He teased, quiet enough so that no one would hear him.

He was right, but he didn't have to sound so cocky about it. You took a sharp intake of breath, looking around the aisle to make sure no one was in the vicinity. It was clear, thankfully.

"Well I already have your balls in my purse, you know I like a matching set." You said coyly, pushing the cart forwards and leaving Jungkook sputtering for a response in your wake.

No, Jungkook would never just dump you like that. He liked spending time with you, he's told you that a million times. Plus, why else would he insist on coming to the damn grocery store with you if he didn't?

"Hurry up," You nagged, almost at the end of the aisle. "I don't have all day!"

"Coming!" Jungkook squeaked, walking towards you faster.

You turned around, watching him skip towards you with a stupid smile on his face before realizing you had a matching one on your face too.

Yeah, you'd meet his friends.

(A/N: *cackles* writing this made me laugh. also i don't actually think tae would have two girlfriends at once but imagine him on his bachelor shit lol. also new banner idea bc tumblr is a graphics whore. feedback is appreciated!)

[auroras-and-daydreams]

Thoughts about the season finale of Cruel Summer (and there are spoilers!)

As a disclaimer, I've never been part of either of the girls' teams, since I've always been Team Let's Solve This Shit.

Let me start by saying I am glad that the writers didn't try to outsmart the audience by pulling twists that don't make sense and not answering the questions they presented (*cough* like PLL *cough*). Every answer we got, except for three things, was something I had already figured out because of following the show, from Mallory being the one who saw Kate to Mallory not knowing it was Kate until after she was rescued. What I didn't think was that Kate would be the hostile witness, which seems obvious in hindsight.

Also, although not unexpected because of the romantic undertones in their scenes (specially the roller rink scene), I was surprised to see Kate and Mallory kiss at the end. However, something has always felt weird (or, off is a better word) about their friendship and now their romantic relationship, but idk if it's the lingering feeling of Mallory seeing Kate when she was at Martin's, or if it's something else entirely, like not wanting Kate to get hurt again because of her vulnerability. Idk. Hopefully I am wrong.

But then, there is the last scene where Jeanette breaks into Martin's again in 1994 and hears Kate in the basement. I had a feeling this was going to happen, but I still didn't expect it. Although Jeanette is acting in very creepy and selfish ways in that scene, my standing theory is that Jeanette didn't rescue Kate at that moment because she thought she would get in trouble and possibly even lose Jamie (😒 I don't like him, and also you don't go back to the guy who punched you...) and her new life. However, I do think she called the police and gave an anonymous tip that she heard something from Martin's house, and that is why the police showed up at Martin's house on Jeanette's birthday. Without an anonymous tip that someone heard something, the police wouldn't have a reason to go to Martin's house, specially when the leading theory was that Kate had ran away not that she was kidnapped. So, then we get the scene with Annabelle and the gunshot, and I am also pretty sure that Jeanette thinks Kate is dead bc she heard the gunshot and more than likely thought Martin killed Kate and that's why she looks guilty during the beginning of summer 1994. In short, without Jeanette breaking in again, Martin wouldn't come down to the basement on Jeanette's birthday, which lead to Kate's rescue. Rube Goldberg machine.

But why would Jeanette do this? She already said it in the season finale, to have a day where the sun was shining on her; she wanted to be a hero. Moreover, she wanted Kate to admire her like she admires Kate. This, obviously, doesn't excuse her or justify her, but she's also not 100% evil or 100% innocent. She is a morally gray character. We'll see if Season 2 plays out that way or not, but I don't think the writers would have spent so much time showing the gray truth just to end it with Jeanette is a villain.

Something else that's itching in the back of my mind is Jamie's gun. That's one of the few strings that is still dangling, and bc of Chekhov's gun... I am wondering what it means. My first thought was that it was Martin's gun, and that he was hiding it, but I have no evidence to confirm or deny.

I'm also interested to see how the writers will keep playing into the girls' weaknesses because those weren't resolved at all. Jeanette is still incredibly insecure, and Kate is still trusting to a fault, which makes her susceptible to others taking advantage of her. In Kate's case, she says Martin took away her trust, and that's only half right from what we have seen. She's still too trusting, like we saw with the whole Ashley as Berenice situation, which thankfully Ashley was trying to help Kate and not take advantage of her but it still hurt Kate. At the same time, she doesn't trust her mom at all or most of the adults in her life, except Rod, because of what happened with Martin and her mom's attitude towards her. In Jeanette's case, it is obvious she's insecure to an extreme degree since that's the tee up into the second season.

We'll see how the story continues to unfold in 2022.

[pistachoz]

legally blonde, tenth doctor

pairing: tenth doctor x fem!reader

synopsis: between trips and adventures with the doctor, you finally find the perfect timing to change your look. with no pointless dress codes to follow anymore, you try dyeing your hair on your own, ending up in a string of botched outcomes and unexpected confessions.

wc: 3K

warnings: none, mild cursing maybe??

author's note: oof, this took me more than i expected and it definitely ended up being waaay more. anyway, this is my first piece of writing for the doctor -also in general- and what a better way than start with a fluffy one! i hope it turned out decent! my first language it’s not english, so you can expect some -more like a lot of- writing mistakes.

also, a big shout out to @plxstic-rose​ bc she has been my biggest supporter when i felt like i couldn’t do this, she has helped me so much ily 🥺 💞

(GIF IS MINE)

A grimace appeared on your face as the sour taste of the coffee filled your mouth, you definitely needed to bring yours the next time you stopped on earth because the alien version of it tasted like stomach bile. You weren't even sure if it had proper caffeine or it was drug-fueled tea.

With a resigned sigh, you put the cold mug in the mirrored vanity table in front of you and checked your phone. Five minutes more and you would be rinsing the red dye out of your shower cap covered hair. You lift the right side of the cap slightly, trying to peek at your tinted hair, the pale red -almost blonde- pigments made your breath hitch in a halt.

Was it supposed to look that light? Oh crap, you should have gone to the salon.

That was actually going to be the original plan. You had been procrastinating changing your look; nothing wrong with the colour and length you normally had but since you started travelling with the doctor, you didn't count with office regulations to follow anymore so you considered shaking up a bit your aesthetic. Yet, it seemed as you could never stop to take a breath and the times you did, was always on strange-named planets where your peaceful state of mind lasted a couple of minutes. So, you took it upon yourself to change your look on your own. You knew it could have any sort of downfall, but you didn't really want to nag the doctor into making a 'short' stop on earth -even though you knew he wouldn't mind- just for a date at the salon. He needed a well-deserved rest after all the uncontrollable lifesaving shenanigans and every time you came back to earth, somehow you ended up enticing some sort of trouble.

Besides, how hard could it be, right?

You barged into the installed bathroom connected to your room and locked the door as soon as you stepped inside. The last thing you needed was for the doctor to burst in looking for you while you were in the middle of this crucial transformation, and even though he was probably too distracted tinkering around the console of the TARDIS, you knew how intrusively spontaneous he could be when he finds something new. It wouldn't be a first to hear him enter your bedroom in a spur-of-the-moment with enthusiastic hand gestures and euphoric rants about alien-y stuff.

You grabbed the light blue hand-sized towel that rested upon the toilet tank and draped it around your shoulders. A jittery feeling building up in the pit of your stomach at the prospect of how your new hair would look like.

You weren't particularly bold when it came to your style, always stuck with what you could call an average look, to be fair, before the doctor, your whole life was just brimming with a never-ending stodgy routine that encased every aspect of your life. You didn't see the point of making more than few changes in your image and it was not like your office let you go too risky either.

This was going to be the first radical change in your appearance, and you were lying if you didn't say a fit of excitement was already bubbling up your throat. You didn't know what exactly had gotten into you, but you were so adamant to do something. Perhaps it was the stockpiled adrenaline from all those adventures catching up on you, perhaps this was something you were going to regret later. Either way, right now, you could only think of how satisfying it would be to finally match your current lifestyle. New and thrilling.

To be completely honest, you were also eager to see the doctor's reaction. Of course, you were not doing this because of him…well, not for the best part, but a piece of you wished it would have some sort of effect on him.

You knew this regeneration was cheekier and maybe you were reading too much between the lines but sometimes you could swear there was something more in all those subtle touches and lingering hugs. The shared gazes that let you wonder if this was just some friendly treatment or if he really meant something deeper made your mind go into a frenzy.

You also knew that appearances didn't really matter to him but the need of looking bolder and more luring was still there. You wanted, for once and for all represent how traveling with him had changed you into someone who would risk more than just a ‘change of look´. You were becoming the best version of yourself and you wanted to show him that in more than one way, but one step at the time.

Warily, you lifted the plastic cap; your sticky hair popping in every direction. Without a prior look, you stooped over the sink and manoeuvred your head under the sprout. After some unsuccessful tries, you managed to open it and began massaging your scalp with your fingertips.

After swilling away the shampoo and applying the conditioner; you grasped the towel laying around your shoulders and swaddled your hair up in a turban.

You straighten your back and stroked your hair through the towel, trying -quite poorly- to pump it dry. You didn't anticipate it to be this gruelling. In fact, you thought this would be some sort of restful hiatus from your general tense state, but apparently, this had drained you more than expected.

Resignedly, you undid the coiled towel on top of you and let your new dyed hair fall freely behind you. The air fell out of your lungs and your stomach dropped when you stared at the sight of your reflection.

You were blonde. Blonde.

What in the name of god did you do? You were so sure you followed every instruction of the flipping tint box in lockstep- well, judging by the results, you obviously had made a mistake at some point, maybe even skipped one, but how catastrophic had it been that you ended up looking like a defective version of a Weasley that had awfully light shrimp coloured hair.

A trembling neigh-like sound left your mouth when you touched the ends of your hair. What were you supposed to do now? You didn't even have any dye left to apply another layer and asking the doctor for help was ruled out. He couldn't see you like this. Nobody could see you like this, for your dignity's sake.

This was all on you. You needed to think of something. Anything.

Hats, of course! The TARDIS must’ve a good stash of those, you knew you could find something in the never-ending wardrobe. That thing was three times bigger than your flat.

Well, problem solved. You were going to use a hat until your hair grew enough to cut it or until you stopped on earth again and got the chance to go to a proper hairdresser.

Good god, who were you kidding? This was a mess.

With shaky fingers, you fumble your way out the bathroom and dashed out of your room, in search for your only resource.

---

"You won't believe what I found underneath the floor panel!" You heard the doctor's elated voice buzzing through your room before he could even fling your door wide open.

All you managed to convey was a muffled hum through your pillowed-smashed face. Too tired sulking the crime you made to your hair to turn around from your current position. Your limp body was sprawled all over the bed; arms and legs stretched at your sides with your face buried deep down the mattress.

Without waiting for a proper response, he roved across your room and resumed his explanation of his oh-so-great discover with a shit-eating grin.

You didn't need to see him to know the already too familiar gestures he was making. You could picture with the most minimal detail how his eyes would sparkle with wonder and how a contagious gleam dotted the signature boyish grin he always wore.

You smiled fondly.

You could still remember thoroughly the first time you saw him in all his glory, ranting about scientific stuff you could not understand and even though you had never seen the man before, the brightness on his eyes and the insatiable curiosity he radiated made you grin almost immediately.

You sat up slowly; grunting when you stretched your arms upwards. You moved your head from side to side, trying to stir yourself up completely awake.

"…So technically, it should be able to make the TARDIS' chameleon barrier unfroze. Well... the possibilities are thirteen out of a hundred, but I-" He stopped mid-sentence when he turned around and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and a puzzled look crossed his face like he was trying to figure out what was out of place with you.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Thankfully, you had managed to find a Kangol black bucket hat. It was pretty simple; a small metal fuchsia arrow was stamped on the front and the brim was big enough to fit all of your hair inside. Still It was just not your style. Well, the other option was an animal print floppy one, the type that Lady gaga would wear. So, you had to settled with the e-girl-angsty-teen looking.

"That's new" His left eyebrow quirked curiously.

"What?" Good job; try playing dumb and maybe like that he won’t notice it.

"The hat, I- " he made a circular motion around his head "I don't think I've seen you wear one before"

"Oh, I um- wanted to try something different?" You stated but the wince in your voice made it sound more like a question.

“Right, yeah” he rushed "It's not like it doesn't suit you"

"Right" You fidgeted absent-minded with the hem of your sweatshirt, trying to think of something to break the awkwardness “So… you were saying?”

"Oh yes!" a playful glint overtaking his features “I think I found a way to repair the malfunction on the chameleon circuit and hopefully it will be better than that time I tried a block transfer computation. I was so close, well- not that close but at least I managed to build a part of the outer plasmic shell. Anyways, if we are lucky enough, we could stop travelling around looking like a 'blue box'" he raised his eyebrows, a devilish smile gracing his lips.

“Hold on, didn’t you say it was kind of unsafe?”

"Oh no, don’t worry! It’s danger-free… for the most part, well actually, it’s a 4 out of ten, maybe 5. But I’m sure the old girl can handle- "

A shrilling alarm started echoing through the TARDIS’ walls and you almost fell out of the bed when the floor started shaking uncontrollably. The doctor stumbled upon his own feet and with strained struggle and held out his hand to help you up.

"You were saying?" You muttered, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

With one hand locked onto the doctor's and the other extended to keep balance in the middle of the tremble, you managed to head out of your room. As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with red flashing lights going off all around the TARDIS.

"Careful" You heard the doctor called out, his voice barely perceivable. You had to double check to understand his next words "We need to get to the console"

Both of you tried the hardest to advance without falling or tripping over. The din of your footsteps lost in the middle of the shrieking noise. You could feel the vibration of the walls crawling to your brain and rumbling. The longer you spend running, the sharper the dizziness became.

You felt his hand clasp yours tighter when you decreased your speed; a warm feeling squeezed its way through your chest instantly. He looked down at you, a small reassuring smile on his lips; he was going to solve this.

When you finally reached the control room, the doctor leaped his way towards the console. A string of garbled mumbling fell under his breath, which you were more than certain you wouldn’t understand even if he spoke up. You saw him go around the panel, flicking switches and pressing buttons but it didn’t lessen a bit the state you were in.

You stood next to the entrance holding onto the railing for dear life. Maybe you should have been trying to do something useful, but quite frankly you had no clue as to what was going on. And even if you could have done something, there was no way of giving more than a few steps without falling.

After several confused exclamations and scrunched up faces from the doctor, he stumbled his way to the other side of the room and kneeled next to an opened floor tile. He plunged into what used to be a makeshift storage and with a newfound enthusiasm, you heard him shout. "Found it!"

He reappeared back on sight and held a small cassette-looking thing, his hair sticking up in a messier way than usual and a triumphant grin spreading on his features "The resetting format key should be able to stabilize us."

With a quick motion, he stood up but before he could head back towards the console to plug it in, an abrupt shook threw the both of you across the room. You saw the doctor’s figure fall hovering over a coral column next to the panel as you held tight on the railing stronger, attempting unsuccessfully to stand still.

Maybe if you hadn't been distracted watching how the doctor got up and toss his weird-looking key into one of the TARDIS’ inputs, you would have noticed how your apparently well-put-cap was now laying on the floor a few meters away from you. And maybe, if you hadn’t been so awestruck at how quickly the room returned to its normal state with golden cozy lights shining from the ceiling, you would have notice your now-bright blonde hair flowing behind your back without a care in the world.

"Right, so it looks like the TARDIS went into some sort of safe mode." He spoke a little out of breath, arms still hunched over the panel "but it's okay now. Apparently, it was a defense response, she thought it we were under a- "

He turned around slowly but stopped dead on tracks when his eyes landed on you, or more specifically- on your hair. His once furrowed eyebrows were now raised, almost touching his hairline and open awestruck eyes were looking at you like you were an unknown species. A breathtaking unknown species.

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Every part of his body was just not responding, it was like he had stopped functioning properly. His unblinking eyes were glued to your face and his agape mouth looked almost comical; you would have taken out your phone in that moment just to snap a picture if your brain hadn’t been dozing off at the reason for his reaction. Because what could possibly- Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You moved your gaze to the ground, eyes falling on the discarded hat near the entrance. You pursed your lips, thoughts running a mile per hour. When did it fell? Why weren’t you careful enough? This was the doctor’s fault. Yeah, all his fault. He had to come with his incredibly soft hair and that flipping sweet smile that made your toes curl up and your heartbeat race like there was no tomorrow. He had to come and distract you, oh and of course, bringing a mess along the way.

God! This was not helping.

“You- um, you are…blonde” Yeah, no shit, sherlock.

“I-…am I?” The breathy words rasping out, your mouth felt as dried as the Sahara and you were surprised a sound came out at all.

“You look-”

“I know” You close your eyes and shook your head, praying to whatever entity out there to swallow you up and throw you to the Bahamas “it wasn’t supposed-“

“I like it” he blurted out “I know you don’t need any sort of validation and I’m not trying to- what I-” He starting flapping his hands around in a cartoon-like gestures “you look stunning… truly stunning; not that you weren´t before. I mean, the colour really does suit you but I’ve always thought- blonde, not blonde, you’ve always been beautiful… Guess what I’m trying to say is that when you love someone, there’s really nothing that can make you look at them differently. Did you know that As’urs considered blonde people holy? Well they would if there were blonde people. Sorry, totally off topic, but they do. Everyone there is blue-haired. And there’s a lot of mystical myths and clergy influence involved but basically everything golden is sacred for them. If we go, they might even crown you as their queen.”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. You could imagine the red alarms in his brain going off, trying to process what fell out of his mouth moments prior and desperately attempting to conjure something up but instead just causing a short circuit in the process. To be completely honest, you weren’t any better.

You felt your heart bumping up your throat and your skin grew hotter and hotter per second. You swore you could feel the maniac rhythm of your pulse piercing through your head and you were quite sure you looked like a pop-eyed toy from one of those claw machines at the funfair, with eyes nearly falling out of your skull.

Because he didn’t really say that, right? Your mind must’ve been playing some sick game with you. There was no way, he really-

“What?” It was all you managed to muster; your small voice barely hearable.

“Huh?” You saw the redness from his cheek expand through all the visible skin.

“What did you just say?”

“That As’urs would consider you a goddess?” He asked hesitant with a guilty expression.  

“No- before that”

“That the blonde hair looks good on you?”

“No! I-“ You took a small breath “Do you love me?”

You could sense the confidence returning to him like a tidal wave, a serious expression overtaking his features, but with a softness you couldn’t comprehend. “I always have”

Your legs seemed to move on their own, carrying you towards him. You stopped when your noses were almost touching and you could feel his hot ragged breath fall on your eyelashes. With hesitation, you placed your hands on his arms and looked up, letting yourself fall on those brown pools you have grown to love.

“Doctor…” you whispered

You had no idea what made you do it, but you moved your hands to his cheeks, and you kissed him. It was impulsive and stupid, and something you’d expect a sixteen-year-old girl do on her prom night. But you did it without a second thought. And for a moment you felt the doctor grow incredibly still, mouth unmoving and eyes wide open, until you placed your soothing fingers on the back of his neck, thumbs caressing and drawing invisibles circles on his sideburns.

And so, he gave in; firm hands grasping your hips and pressing you flush against him. His mouth spilling raw passion and his insides melting at the soft contact of your delicate lips. The tenderness on his touches and intensity of his lips drawing out all those words that didn’t need saying, because you knew. He was so sure you knew.

An involuntary whimper left your lips when he broke the kiss and intertwined his hands with yours. He brought your joined hands nearer and placed a light kiss to your knuckles.

“Did I mention I like your hair?” A husky laugh fell from your lips and your eyes sparkled when he gave you a soft smile that would be imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life.

When he looked at you with those old eyes that sung you stories in the most beautiful way imaginable and his swollen lips ghosted a smile you knew things were going to be better, with new adventures and new experiences awaiting on your door. And you had the whole time and space at your disposal to face it together.

author's note pt.2: OK that was a lot, honestly the ending got sloppy and there’s probably a lot of bad editing, but I invented a whole new alien species, so hey! kudos for that I guess. anyway, i hope you like it! and as always, feedback would be really appreciated, a comment or a like would mean the world to me! like my description says, requests are open! but It would probably take ages for me to finish it, so please patience. right now I have some more doctor who drafts and also some marvel ones!

-love, rina xx