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midearthwritings · 4 years ago

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Oh Gods I'm so excited for this!

Hello my dear friends! It is me, Max, your host and devoted writer. And today I am here to challenge you, my dear followers and friends who support and motivate me!

On January 8th 2021, I have decided to open this blog to share my fics with the world. At first I thought that it would last for a few weeks, and that I would have maybe 50 followers, not more. But here I am today, 5 months later, with 650 followers, and I'm so happy about it.

So I have decided that to celebrate my blog's anniversary and my 650 followers, I would create a writing challenge. Yup, that's it. A challenge.

The deadline is July 8th, my blog's 7 months anniversary (because 7 is my lucky number). On this day, everybody will have to post their works. After that, I will link all of your works in a post (the link to this post will be available in my Masterlist).

When you upload your work, you can tag me in it, of course. But I will also ask you to use the tag Midearthwritings Rewriting Challenge . That way I will be able to easily find them and won't miss anything.

What is the challenge about and how to participate?

It is...About me. Because I am a very egocentric person. No, just kidding.

But it really is about my works. See, I used to be a literature student. And for years I have been asked to re-write pieces that already existed. It is a very common exercise, and it is always extremely fun to do. So I thought...Why not give my followers this exercise?

Below the cut will be listed thirty-five quotes and ten plots. All of them are from my works. Your task will be to write a piece based either on a simple quote, or an entire plot.

There is no limit. You can select as many quotes or plots as you want! To participate just send me a DM or and Ask telling me which one you want to write about.

Up to three people can use one quote and up to five people can use one plot :) So make sure to claim the one(s) you want before it's taken!

How long does it have to be?

As long as you want! It can be a 200 words fic or a 10k one shot. Or even a multi-chapter fic! It really is up to you!

Does it have to be a reader insert? What can I write about?

Absolutely not! It can be a reader insert, a character x character or even a story about your OC if you have one! I love to read about OCs.

You can change the pronouns in the quote you choose to fit your story.

And you can write about everything. You can write Angst, Fluff, Unhappy Ending, Triggering Topics, NSFW, Modern AU. Whatever you want! Just make sure to tag your story properly so no one will be surprised.

Can I upload my work on another platform?

Of course. Just make sure to send me the link so I can read it and add it to the final post!

Participants : @shethereadinghobbit @riderofrohirrim @guardianofrivendell @grunid @imnotevenhere9 @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse @hobbitkin-journey @hey-its-nonny @dark-angel-is-back @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @sassyscribbler @laurfilijames @learntosharefeanor-blog @classyhorseeclipseduck @cassiabaggins

Here are all the Quotes and Plots you can choose from! Don't forget to tell me which one you picked so I can write your username next to it!

QUOTES : If you pick one (or several) of those, you will have to include the quote into your piece. Reminder that you can change the pronouns to fit your story of course.

1-One last time, you look back. (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

2-The words were like a punch right in the stomach. (Claims : @grunid )

3-“No. This is not good.” (Claims : @learntosharefeanor-blog )

3-Because after all, happiness takes its sweet time, doesn’t it? (Claims : @cassiabaggins )

4-”You belong to me!” (Claims : @dat-pan-dwarf )

5-”I can sense that something is troubling you…” (Claims : @imnotevenhere9 )

6-He keeps you close to him, his arms circling your body like a shield. (Claims : @hobbitkin-journey )

7-”May I join you?” (Claims : @imnotevenhere9 )

8-“I know.” You said, smiling. “I trust you.” (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

9-“This is a misunderstanding!”

10-“I could help, you know.” (Claims : @shethereadinghobbit )

11-“You better apologize, or I will make you regret your actions.”

12-But you cannot bring yourself to care. (Claims : @riderofrohirrim )

13-After all, you hadn’t done anything to deserve his anger. (Claims : @shethereadinghobbit )

14-“Excuse me?”

15-Or maybe were you simply imagining it. (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

16-You were his greatest, most precious treasure. (Claims : @bitter-sweet-farmgirl )

17-You had almost died.

18-“I see you find this rather amusing.” (Claims : @shethereadinghobbit )

19-Never before had you seen those people.

20-”They need you, all of them.”

21-”I must go now.”

22-”Yet, my love, I cannot bring myself to be angry at you.”

23-”Please, do not forget me.” (Claims : @hey-its-nonny )

24-“I will get rid of them.”

25-Why? You do not know. (Claims : @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse )

26-“If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.” (Claims : @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse )

27-“As you wish.” (Claims : @sassyscribbler )

28-“Are you feeling alright?” (Claims : @sassyscribbler )

29-“Why is it that you are crying?” (Claims : @classyhorseeclipseduck )

30-“Careful, we do not want you getting hurt.”

31-“Is this treason I hear?”

32-“Will you please get off me?” (Claims : @laurfilijames )

33-“I am sorry. I should have said something. I should have protected you!”

34-“Finally.”

35-For a moment, everything is quiet. (Claims : @hobbitkin-journey )

PLOTS : If you choose to rewrite an entire plot, you don't have to include any quote from my work. You can also change the character the story was about (ex : If you pick Be Mine, you don't have to write it about Dwalin) .

1- Angels Standing Guard : Going through a difficult time together.

2- Time Won't Heal, Only Your Love Will : Taking care of each other.

3- Let Your Love Wash Over Me : Sharing an intimate moment. (Claims : @guardianofrivendell )

4- Bye, Baby Bye : Saying goodbye. (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

5- Farewell : Writing each other a letter.

6- Tongues Rip Like Razors : Having a disagreement. (Claims : @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse )

7- Pour a Little Sugar on my Wounds : Giving love to each others and showing affection. (Claims : @learntosharefeanor-blog )

8- Love Stumbled into my Heart : Realizing how much they love each other.

9- Be Mine : Confessing their love.

10- I'll Show you my Shadows : Comforting the other.

Thank you so much for reading all of this, and a big big thank you if you decide to participate! It means the world to me! ❤️

*big forehead kiss for you all*

#max talks #the hobbit #the hobbit writing challenge #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr writing challenge #Midearthwritings Rewriting Challenge

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pagingevilspawn · 4 years ago

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Thanks for getting back to me so quickly! I’m the one that asked about the fic recs ☺️ could you please do a fic where jolex have a cute tickle fight with all the fluff in the world?? Thank you 🙏🏼

oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up

this took so long to fulfill like holy crap. I’m so sorry about that. I had to improvise a bit, because jolex is so not the tickling kind of couple and much more of a ‘slap dat booty’ kinda pair you know? But hey, i don’t think that anyone is complaining about jolex babies, right?

again, thank you all SO MUCH for 100 followers! i still can’t believe how crazy that is! this is super fluffy so yeah, i hope you enjoy it! also, tickle scenes are so much harder to write than i expected...

Alex Karev peeled his bloody surgical gloves off with a relaxed sigh, taking off his gown and tossing it into the bin while simultaneously telling a resident to finish closing up for him. When he gets back to the scrub room he leans against the sink, hands taking hold of the sturdy metal, closing his eyes for a minute because it feels like he can finally breathe.

His surgery had gone on for seven hours. The kid on the table crashed twice and had lost so much blood at one point he didn’t think the boy was going to make it. Luckily, thanks to skilled hands, surprisingly helpful residents, and Meredith Grey, nine year old Mike Harper was going to be okay. He removes his scrub cap from his head, tucking it into his pants and running a hand through his hair before turning on the faucet and putting his hands under the water, scrubbing off with the bar.

He shakes his hands dry, little water droplets flying here and there before exiting the room, traveling down the brightly lit halls of the surgical floors until he reaches the elevator. He clicks the button for the ground floor, where the parents are waiting. From there it was routine procedure. He tells the couple that their kid is gonna be alright, they cry tears of joy, they thank him, they ask when they can see their son, he informs them that they’re closing up right now, so he should be relocated to the PICU soon, and they thank him again before sitting back down.

Alex makes his evening rounds on patients, goofing and joking with them until he’s done and can finally head home. He’d been on call for the past sixteen hours, and all he really wants to do is go home and see his girls.

Unfortunately, he learned from the nurses that Jo was pulled into an emergency surgery a few hours earlier, and had yet to finish, so he didn’t know how long it would be until she was done. He changes out of his scrubs and into his regular clothes, bidding a short goodbye to Meredith, who laid sprawled out on the attendings lounge couch, grumbling that she was trying to sleep and he was making too much noise to allow her to do so.

Adjusting his old, ratty jacket on his shoulders, he slips his phone, wallet, and keys into his pocket, making his way up to the daycare where the littlest Karev was waiting. The worker, Patricia gives him a warm smile, sliding the sign out sheet across the counter.

“Hey Doctor Karev! Picking up I'm assuming?” she gestures towards his attire, making him nod in response.

“Yeah. I know Jo usually finishes first on Fridays, but she got called in at the last minute.” he says, which earns him an understanding chuckle.

“Well, I’ll be right out. She was just taking a brief nap, but don’t worry, she’s only been down for about fifteen minutes or so.” she reassures him.

He nods, shoving his hands in his jeans, pulling out his phone and checking the time. 7:23 pm. It was getting closer to his daughter’s bedtime, so it would make sense that she would start to be getting tired. Alex smiles at his lockscreen, a picture of him, Jo, and their little girl at her two year old birthday party a few months ago. Jo had gone all out, decorating their yard with extravagant streamers, decorative backdrops, and a huge bouncy house. In the picture that stared back at him, Jo and their freshly two year old toddler were both wearing pink, Jo’s in the form of a sheer blouse, and their daughter’s in a frilly dress that Jo spent way more money than she should’ve on. Alex matched, wearing a pink tie and white button down. He had refused immensely at first, but after much pleading from the tiny girl, he gave in. Because what kind of father could say no to puppy dog eyes?

“Daddy!” he sees the little bundle of blue run towards him, causing him to sweep down and pull her into his arms, bunching the thick fabric she was wearing.

“KK!” he exclaims, matching her enthusiasm, taking the backpack from Patricia, giving a silent nod to her as a way to say both ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’.

His daughter bounced in his arms as they made their way through the door, asking to be let down a few seconds later. Donned in a Cinderella dress up gown and purple converse, Katrina Karev started to race down the hallway in all her glory, the mini ponytail that Jo had done that morning swinging from side to side as she prompted Alex to come catch her. He lets out a small laugh, jogging to catch up to her before she can potentially get in the way of nurses coming in and out of rooms, scooping her up again, making her let out a loud squeal and turn into a fit of giggles.

“C’mon Kitty-Kat, we gotta go home.” he places her on the ground, holding her tiny hand in his. “No running. What have Mommy and I told you?”

Katrina sighs, puffing out her lips dramatically. “No running in hossal.” she grumbles. She had trouble pronouncing words that had a sharp sound to them, like ‘p’, ‘t’, and ‘j’, but both Alex and Jo found it quite adorable.

“That’s right. Because Mommy and Daddy’s friends are working really hard to help everyone, and we don’t want to get in their way, right Kat?” he reminds her of the rules, because as much as both he and Jo wished that they could say that their child was perfectly well behaved, she wasn’t. It was simply what having a kid was like. He’d never met a child who listened to every word their parent’s said, followed every rule, and never talked back. And despite what so many different television programs liked to show, it was completely normal for kids to be that way, no matter how crazy it drove the adults.

Kat murmurs in response, taking on her Dad’s grumpy persona. She wanted to run! She’d been inside of daycare with Scout all day, playing with blocks and crayons, which meant that she was stuck sitting. She wasn’t allowed to play tag in the circle room, no matter how much she asked Miss Lynn.

The duo makes their way to Alex’s car, unlocking it before lifting her up and strapping Katrina into her carseat, brushing back a couple strands of hair that had fallen in her face. He slides his way into his drivers side, revving up the car when Kat speaks from the back.

“Music Daddy, music!” she cheers, a crooked grin across her face as she bounces around in her seat.

Alex lets out a breath. As much as he loved his daughter, listening to the same exact Disney princess songs over and over were less than enjoyable. So far this week, he’d heard Let It Go twelve times, You're Welcome ten, and Be Our Guest seven, and those were just the most popular ones. He begrudgingly picks up his phone and puts on Into the Unknown, thankful that this was only his second time hearing it in the last couple of days. He swore that if Kat asked him to listen to Dyawne Johnson singing that damn song one more he was going to hurl himself out of the car.

Little hums come from the backseat during certain parts of the song, and when the chorus plays through the car he mentally prepares himself for the yells that were to come. Poor Kat couldn’t sing, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. What kind of monster tells his two year old daughter that she sounded like a dying cat? Katrina Karev was good at a lot of things, (math, spelling, and playing dress-up just to name a few) singing just wasn’t one of them.

With a more than relieved sigh he pulls into the driveway, turning off the car, and therefore the music. Whatever tiredness the toddler was feeling before had gone down the drain, so he knew it would be a while before he would be able to get her to bed. Kat unbuckles herself, getting out of the car and playing hopscotch with the homemade chalk version she and Jo made on the walkway up to the house’s door. She hops from one foot to the other, and Alex had never been more grateful for the fact that she had a good sense of balance. The last thing he wanted was Jo to come home to a bloody kneed Kat and have to explain to her that she fell while doing hopscotch. Honestly, he didn’t even think kids played that game anymore, but when Jo pulled out the sidewalk chalk a few days prior and started drawing, Kat was immediately hooked, and used every opportunity she could to hop across the little squares. Jo laughed when she saw how entranced the girl was, telling Alex that she had been the same way when she was a bit older, and the only thing that got her through some of the tougher houses was when she would go down the road and create a hopscotch game of her own. It became such a comfort in fact, that the tradition continued until she was a teenager. She told him that it would only seem right to share that little bit of joy from her childhood with her daughter.

They make their way up the steps and Alex unlocks the door, flipping on the light switch as soon as it swings open. Chilly air greets them, since the house hadn’t been in use since earlier that day, and the temperature had been in the low fifties the past week in Seattle. He lets Kat toddle up the stairs, walking over to the thermostat that sat the hallway and cranking it up, knowing that if there was one thing his wife liked coming home to more than her family, it was her family in a warm and toasty house.

“KK, you hungry?” he calls from the kitchen, being able to faintly hear footsteps padding around upstairs. He winces when he hears something thud to the ground, but assumes it was either Kat or her backpack.

“Yeah!” the girl cheers from upstairs, causing Alex to chuckle and pull out some box mac and cheese from the cupboard. Kat had been a particularly picky eater lately, much to her parent’s annoyance, and had acquired a taste for a very limited amount of foods. Thankfully, she still liked mac and cheese, which was one of the few things both he and Jo could cook. Alex had gotten significantly better at cooking over the past year or so, but Jo was just as helpless as she was when she was in high school. Either way, both of them preferred takeout, but that wasn’t always an option when they had a two year old they had to take care of.

“I’m making mac and cheese, change out of your clothes, put your jammies on, clean up your room, and it should be done by the time you are.” he calls up the steps, taking Kat heard him when a groan is what he received in response. Kat was all Jo in the fact that she was incredibly sassy, and not to mention stubborn. She was fine with changing into her pajamas, but she hated cleaning up her room. The way she saw it, it was like one big painting, with all of her toys and books scattered around, but to her parents, it looked like a tornado had come and hit her bedroom. No matter how many times the two of them put everything away, a couple days later Kat’s room only seemed to have gotten messier. Maybe they could blame it on the terrible twos, except rather than having her act out behavior wise, it was a complete destruction to her room.

He pours the water into the pot, waiting for it to boil before adding the noodles. He pulls out his phone, skimming through emails and texts while the noodles cook, noticing a text from Jo that says that she just got off and was now heading home.

Once the noodles were done, he pours in the cheese packet, followed by the milk and butter. He felt his mouth water, hunger from the day finally catching up to him. He was grateful that the box was large and Kat was so young, so that meant he could steal some of her dinner, and thankfully still have enough left over for Jo if she wanted some too. The last thing he had to eat was a small snack before his surgery hours ago. When the food finally came together, he turns off the stove, picking out a pink plastic bowl from the cabinet for Kat and a regular glass one for him. It was kind of funny how much their cupboards changed once they had their daughter. Half of what they owned was plastic and princess themed, cheap little things bought from places like the ninety-nine cent store. They quickly realized that the printed patterned bowls and cups from dollar stores worked just as well as the ten dollar four pack they purchased. Plastic spoons littered the drawers rather than just metal, little stars and hearts on the end of them different than tiny, intricate designs that they had gotten used to, since after their honeymoon they realized that one of the gifts they were registered for was real, fancy silverware. He liked those plastic spoons much more though. After all, the smile Kat got on her face when she asked for a princess spoon or fork never failed to melt his heart.

Just as he placed Kat’s bowl on the island counter, the little girl comes bumbling down the stairs, dressed in her favorite Cinderella nightgown and stuffed monkey clutched in her hand. She practically runs to her stool, making grabby hands so Alex knew she needed to be picked up. He does so, placing her in the seat before she digs into her food, smiling as if it was the best mac and cheese she’s ever tasted. She shovels the food into her mouth, getting it all over her face, finishing it even quicker than Alex, all while talking about her day in daycare in only a way a parent would be able to understand.

He laughs to himself, wetting a paper towel and wiping off her face, which proves to be a struggle because Kat couldn’t stop giggling. “Go put on some TV, I’ll clean up in here and we’ll watch something ‘till Mama gets home.” he ruffles her hair, messing up her ponytail, and Kat wastes no time before scurrying off the chair and dashing into the living room, climbing up on the couch and turning on the television, an old episode rerun of Max and Ruby playing.

Alex finishes up in the kitchen, washing the bowls before putting them in the dishwater and starting it, since it was now a full load. He walks up the stairs to his and Jo’s room, throwing on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt before settling down on the couch, pulling his daughter close to him. Kat immediately snuggles into his side, taking a tiny fist and bawling it into his shirt, something she’d been doing since she was a baby. (Katrina would always be a baby in his eyes, it didn't matter how old she got.)

Around halfway through the episode, he feels the little hand unclench his shirt, fingers start to violently attack his neck in strokes. He lets out a laugh, looking towards Kat, “What are you doing silly girl?” he grins.

“Tickling you Daddy!” she cheers, continuing to try to get a laugh off of him.

He opens his mouth dramatically, eyes widening as he takes in her delighted giggles. “Oh, Kitty-Kat, you don’t know what you’ve just done,” he sighs. Kat stops, looking up at her dad, confused.

“You’ve unleashed,” he meets her eyes, breaking out into a wide smile, “the tickle monster!” he pulls her towards his tickling her feet, sides, and neck all at once, the little girl's loud laughs filling the air.

“No tickle monster daddy!” she squeals, squirming around, trying to stop the attack on her sides, laughs echoing off the empty house.

At that moment, Alex makes eye contact with a grinning Jo, who was just stepping through the front door. At the sound of her daughter’s laughs she felt wide awake, and she knew that by Alex’s mischievous look she could join in on the fun. She silently heads toward the couch, plopping down and starting her own fingers assault on the little one’s sides.

“Mommy help!” Kat squirms once she sees her mom, looking directly at her with eyes that were a mirror image of her own.

Jo pulls the girl into her arms, planting a big kiss on her head, leaving behind remnants of her cherry chapstick. “Mommy’ll save you KK,” she grins, only to bite her lip and pull away.

“But Mommy is a tickle monster too!” she flips Kat around with ease, bringing her little feet up to her face and blowing raspberries on them like she did when she was still a baby.

“No no Mommy no!” the girl giggles, thrashing around in a failed attempt to wiggle out of her grasp. Just to her luck, her dad decides to join in again, giggles turning into loud laughs that came from her little belly, a grin so wide neither one of them had ever seen it before.

“I’m gonna eat you!” Jo presses little kisses all up the girls, legs acting as if they were bites, making her laugh even more in the process. Jo gnaws at the skin, making pops with her lips and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Mmm,” she hums face scrunching up playfully, “delicious” she grins, the sound of her daughter giggles filling her ears until it was all she could hear.

Alex and Jo share a look. This was one of those moments, the ones where all they wanted to do was just pause time and stay in this one freeze-frame for the rest of their lives. It was moments like these they wanted Kat to stay this way forever, this perfect age and unconditional love she had for everything.

But for now, these pure, unfiltered moments of happiness were all they would need.

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b00t-s · 3 years ago

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We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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updated masterpost

tag list: @arrowthenon-binaryroyalty, @spellingwillbethedeathofme,

ask if you want to be added or removed from tag list

and we meet our boi virgil

context is for losers

i could of probably cut out unnecessary things in that but y'know I'm new and I like it

these posts will be in chronological order, unless flashback, but it's not following a set-in-stone story line, so asks are, yet again, much appreciated.

I procrastinated too much during the making of this

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #janus sanders #genderfluid!janus #patton sanders #trans!patton #virgil sanders #alcohol mention #Janus what have you agreed to #hiss hiss bitch #this story is all over the place plz #roceit #platonic moxiety #This won't and never will be a moxiety fic I'm sorry #their father ans son relashionship #no hate on the ones who do ship it #it just isn't my cup of tea #Ok-ish

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sourbat · 4 years ago

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I felt like exploring magtok HCs, and ended up writing this little scene/ficlet. Let me know what you guys think :D

Summary: A short scene where Magnus and Toki get out of a messy scuffle.

Rating: T for swearing, violence and reference to blood and injury

Pairing: Magnus and Toki

Magnus remembered the pit. Heck, he had told Toki more than his fair share of stories of when he dabbled in other scenes, and partook in crazed rituals that left him sore, bloody and bruised the morning after. The lights. The sweat. The energy. The late-night train rides and sneaking into tight alleys leading out of the high street and to shanty basement dwellings that pulsed bass and drum beats. The incredible sound of punk rock blasting up close, lyricists giving the orders to the crowds to unleash their bridled rage and scare away the casual listeners and tourists looking to get a taste of the underground scene. Stomping. Yelling. Heads banging, leather belts and cheap metal chain links swaying in tandem to a rapid, unforgiving beat. Boots slipping on booze or loose pins, and nostrils taking in the thick, dangerous atmosphere. His hand forming a tight, hot fist that flung into the steamy hot air, across the angry rowdy crowds or, if it came to it, straight into someone’s jaw.

Perhaps it was his enthusiasm, those nostalgic tales where he was younger and the hero of his own tale that lead to Toki inviting him closer to the stage, into the raging swell of drugged and drunken thrill seekers. And though Magnus entered the compacted club already so overwhelmed by the flashing red stage lights, bodies fighting at the door, for a seat or spot at the bar, and music amplified to its max, when Toki asked him to join him in the mosh pit, Magnus happily obliged.

Somehow, he forgot the pain, and it wasn’t until he was too far deep, lost in an entanglement of dangerous bodies that crashed and slammed into his older, frailer self, did Magnus finally recall the wet snap of a broken nose, the icy-hot sting of cracked, torn knuckles, and the agonizing, nauseating migraine that almost always arose after taking several blows to the face the following morning. The first rough bump startled him, but he thought he could regain a better sense once he had his footing. An elbow to his side hindered a chance for recovery, and someone shoving him into a bystander, heads colliding, made things worse. Magnus was still on his hands and knees when someone pulled him up and decked him in the cheek. No time to explain himself, just a fist bashing into the side of his head. The booming of the music throbbed along with the blurring vision, and as he stumbled back, heard Toki’s vicious war cry.

They put up a good fight. He did as well as an old bastard could, tagging himself free of any responsibility shortly after a nasty ringed fist to his mouth earned an unsatisfying snap from within. After that, Magnus let Toki finish the job, and pondered the extent of his damage, and when exactly he became too old for this sort of thing before blacking out.

He regained consciousness a few minutes later. They were in a gated alleyway right outside of the club. Toki helped him lean against the wall before making a turn for his phone. Magnus rubbed his aching temples, listening to Toki’s short call and learning they’d have a ride in just a few minutes.

“Wowee, that was something,” he said through a stuffy nose. He picked up on how odd he sounded and, through teary eyes, pressed his finger against his nostril and snorted out a ball of congealed blood and mucus. Lovely.

Both stared at the fat glob, giving it an appropriate moment of silence out of respect for its size and composure.

“Thanks for your help,” Magnus mentioned once it had passed, then gently applied pressure around his nose with his forefinger. He was hot to the touch, and the skin was swelling tight and thin, but it didn’t appear that his nose was broken. Thank goodness. Magnus wasn’t sure if he could afford another tooth on top of a broken nose. “You really saved my ass back there.”

“No problems.” Another forced snort, and then Toki regained his posture. “We makes a good teams.”

“Yeah, we do.”

Magnus licked his gums, then tracing a trail of blood up to the pooling hole where a tooth once lay. The location was far enough where it wouldn’t impact any new impressions, but was it far enough to stave off an expensive visit for a few months?

Thankfully, the alcohol impeded any further concern for money. A hand picked him up by the chin, and as Magnus shirked away at the slightest change of pressure, fell into a brief state of comfort at the sight of Toki’s welcoming smile.

Half his face was covered in drying blood or clots, and what wasn’t had hair sticking to it, adhered to with old sweat. Toki was red and blotchy, some parts still carrying monikers of where rings made impact. Magnus was positive Toki’s left forearm was bruised in several places, with his bicep already speckled unevenly with purple and blue. There was a bit of blood here and there, but most of it was seeping through his left nostril. Otherwise, Toki was in decent shape. He was a mess, but he survived. He did well. Better than Magnus, and he looked good doing it. Hell, bloody cheeks and snot be damned, Toki still looked good.

“You. Uhm… it was pretty hot when you kicked that guy in the nuts,” he mentioned as Toki reached to help pull him off from the wall.

“Thanks.” Toki squeezed Magnus’ arms. Then, another smile, and this time Magnus made out a bloody, cracked tooth barely holding on to the gums.

“Holy shit, Toke.” Magnus grabbed Toki and squinted his good eye to better assess the damage. “Your tooth…”

Second tooth from the front, where everyone could see. Cracked down the middle, and pushed outwards from a hemorrhaging socket. If they hurried and put it on ice, then a dentist might be able to save the tooth.

“I think your tooth is about to fall out,” Magnus stated, his slightly grim expression shifting from Toki’s shrinking grin to his confused, periwinkles eyes.

“Oh, dats all?” Toki asked back, then put his hand to his mouth. With the precision expected from a drunk, he reached into his mouth, prodded the tooth with the blunt end of his finger. The whimpers Toki’s coughed out send a nasty chill down Magnus’ back.

“Toki!” Magnus shook his head as Toki performed a pained dance in front of him. “Are you seriously trying to yank your own tooth out?”

“Yeah?”

“And lose the whole tooth?”

“Ams not a problems,” Toki said gently and with a slight lisp. “Charles gives Toki and Dethklok the best plan on accounts of all the accidentals we gets into.”

He sniffed, then wiped some of the many tears flowing down his cheeks with his shirt. Carefully, and barely patting the side with the now ailing loose tooth.

“You knows” he added, waving a pointed finger at Magnus. “You ams also on the same plans now.”

Toki noticed the missing tooth? Maybe the gape wasn’t as deep as Magnus hoped, but the promising news of a dental plan immediately grabbed his attention. He recalled the many documents Offdensen made him sign a few weeks ago to effectively be considered an “unofficial” member of Dethklok incorporated. He knew a certain amount of Toki’s insurances and privileges were extended unto him, though to what degree was still being unraveled. Of the many pamphlets sent to him the following week, were any for dental plans?

Suddenly Toki’s phone went off. The klokateers were here, ready to pick them up. A hand sticky with blood took Magnus the hand.

“Was thinking. Maybe we can gets new teeth togethers,” Toki suggested. His bloody, swollen face attempted what Magnus thought was a smile. His double-vision brought on by the migraine made it difficult to tell. But he was sure Toki just invited him on a date to see a dentist, and whether Magnus could afford it or not, his boyfriend was a billionaire.

“Yeah?” he said, trying to snicker and appear as casual about the invitation as he could. But the pulsing in his head made it difficult to stand straight, and his right eye shed some tears as a car flashed light in their general direction. He winced, but once the pain leveled, and Toki coaxed him into blindly following him though the smokers, around the gated area and back into the quiet comforts of their limo, Magnus muttered that he’d rearrange his calendar.

“Thinks you can makes room for tomorrows?” Toki whispered into Magnus’ crown just before the gear readied a syringe loaded with delicious morphine.

Eyes closed, Magnus brushed his bruised cheek against Toki’s shoulder. “Sure.”

The needle hadn’t yet gone in when Toki placed a soft kiss on top of Magnus’ aching head. He did his best to appreciate it, but the pain proved itself too much.

“Ow.”

A nervous chuckle. “Sorries.”

#magnus hammersmith #toki wartooth #magtok #hammertooth #metalocalypse #blood #swearing #unbeta'd #will fix mistakes later

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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Hi guys! So I was tagged by @cursebreakerfarrier to make a post about my kiddos’ Patronuses with graphics/art/aesthetics/etc. and a brief explanation, so...here we go! Here’s Carewyn and Jacob Cromwell (HPHM); Erik Apollo and Anastasia Read (HPMA); and Jackson Knightly and Robert Harker/Bat Varney (HPHL)! (I would’ve included Carewyn and Jacob’s mother Lane Cromwell and my other HPHL kid Ru Ollivander too, but due to her lack of talent in Charms, Lane is unable to conjure a corporeal Patronus, and Ru, being a kelpie in disguise as a wizard, doesn’t have enough magical ability to make a Patronus.)

I’ll pass this along to @drinkyoursoupbitch, @that-ravenpuff-witch, @dat-silvers-girl, @weasley-adoptee, @lunasilvermorny, @immagrosscandy, @ariparri-hphm, @kyril-hphm, @lifeofkaze, @smarti-at-smogwarts, @tworoadsdivergedinyellowwood, @brothergrimm71, @hogwartsmystory, and anyone else who likes this idea and wants to steal it! ❤️💛💙💚

Winged horses are symbolic of clarity of thought, achievement, divine inspiration, and freedom. Carey-Bear’s ambition is to be the best person she can be by helping others and to live her own life on her own terms, and she can be a very cool and calculating person who doesn’t like to lash out recklessly. Real-world white horses are also associated with heroism, which couldn’t be better suited to a paragon Slytherin like Carewyn. Interestingly enough, winged horses were also her favorite magical creature growing up! Carewyn shares her Patronus with her future romantic partner, Orion Amari.

Hippogriffs are incredibly proud and distrustful creatures that can lash out violently if insulted and only show respect and loyalty to those who prove themselves worthy -- and for all of Jacob’s genius intellect and Ravenclaw-worthy eccentricities, he certainly is as proud, vengeful, and loyal as his Patronus animal. Because hippogriffs are a fusion of land horses and griffins, they’re symbolic of true love and the impossible coming true, two ideas which Jacob values greatly. Whenever Jacob and Carewyn both cast their Patronuses, they’ll fly in circles around each other.

Cats in general are associated with independence, curiosity, and patience. Siberian cats in particular are the national cat of Russia and are generally seen as very athletic and agile cats which are natural jumpers thanks to their slightly longer back legs. It’s believed that Siberians as a breed are centuries old, originating all the way back in the year 1000 AD, so one could also associate them with history and heritage. When Erik was a child, his mother Sadie owned a grumpy old Siberian cat named Tabitha who, despite hating just about everyone, sort of “adopted” baby Erik and would frequently sit on his baby blanket to watch him. When Erik got older, he was therefore incredibly comfortable around cats and honestly is a “cat person” in both senses, as an owner and in temperament. Like the Siberian, Erik is a very independent and active sort, and he is always very conscious of where he’s been as well as where he’s going.

Seals are symbolic of dreaming, creativity, and one’s inner voice and feelings. Because of how intelligent they are, it’s common for different mythologies to associate them with humans, whether by depicting mermaid-like creatures with seal tails or by telling tales about “seal people” (otherwise known as selkies), who take human form upon shedding their seal skin. Being a quiet and introspective, but incredibly imaginative and idealistic Gryffindor, Ana suits all of this to a tee.

Swans are symbolic of love, grace, and transformation. Black swans aren’t an exception to this rule, but there is some additional nuance to them, since back in the olden days, black swans were thought to be something of an impossibility. The phrase “a black swan” was rather akin to the expression “when pigs fly,” until Europeans found real-life black swans in Australia, at which time the idea of a “black swan” evolved into an unexpected, miraculous event. In contrast to their supposedly more innocent white counterparts, black swans are also associated with maturity and -- thanks in part to the character Odile from the famous ballet Swan Lake -- deception. Although Jackson on the outside is a very outgoing, sociable, witty, and mischievous young man, at his heart, he is a deeply sensitive person with a passionate desire to rise above the lowly station he started in and be surrounded by people who sincerely love him for who he is. Even the deception aspect isn’t entirely off-base, as Jackson as an adult becomes a politician and later Minister of Magic.

Dogs in general are associated with protection, loyalty, and devotion. Irish Wolfhounds in particular are closely associated with the mythical Celtic hounds, which were envoys of the “Otherworld,” and were once the guard and hunting dogs of kings and generals. In the days when the vampire called Bat Varney was the human wizard Robert Harker, his Patronus took on this form, which is also Bat’s Animagus form! It’s not incredibly common for one’s Patronus to be the same as their Animagus form, but it can sometimes happen -- one famous example in the original Potter books is Minerva McGonagall, whose Patronus also resembles her tabby cat Animagus form. Today Irish Wolfhounds, despite their large size, are generally considered to be “gentle when stroked, fierce when provoked” -- which, honestly, is Bat in a nutshell. He may be an intellectual Ravenclaw with a talent for and love of problem-solving, but he’s also fearless in the face of new experiences and danger alike and, when he’s among those few who have earned a place in his heart, he proves himself to be a fiercely loyal friend. Ironically enough, Pottermore also gave me this exact same Patronus!

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sibyl-of-space · 4 years ago

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I’m on an adventure learning the basics of Nintendo DS ROM hacking/modding because there is a very stupid, very self-indulgent, very spoilery ROM hack/mod I want to implement for Ghost Trick. It has been a journey and I’m going to be recapping my adventures on here with the tag #leo-tries-modding-ghost-trick so it can be blocked as desired. Anything pertaining to the actual in-game spoilers down the line will be posted under a readmore.

Now.... for “progress” I’ve made so far, if you can call it that. The first thing I need to figure out is whether I can implement a talk sprite-swap. So I set out to try and isolate the talk sprites.

I started by checking out the Ultimate Nintendo DS ROM Hacking Guide, which seemed as good a starting place as any. I also downloaded the big zipped file with all the referenced programs, but as I found out later, some of the programs didn’t zip properly so I had to procure them elsewhere.

At any rate, I tried to open up the Ghost Trick .nds file in CrystalTile2, and that much was a success.... and just about that much only. Ghost Trick doesn’t use the file types referenced in the guide. There are .xml.lz files and .bin files. I didn’t know what to do with these yet, so I decided to just mess around in the tile viewer and see if I could find anything. After some aimless scrolling, I did find something that gave me hope that I was in fact looking at meaningful data:

(don’t mind the windows 7 and pesterchum and malwarebytes this is my old 2011 laptop from undergrad, it just so happens that a lot of tools for NDS hacking work great on windows 7 because shit’s old)

That right there is very unambiguously the Ghost Trick logo. It gave me a glimmer of hope. And CrystalTile lets you highlight a selection of tiles and export them as an image:

rearranged in mspaint to:

My rudimentary knowledge of How This Works tells me that it obviously needs to reference the right palette for the colors to be right, but whatever, this is CLEARLY IMAGE DATA so ALL IS NOT LOST.

...but, for a while, that was about as far as I got. Some googling brought me to this thread, where OP states that allegedly the “cpac_2d.bin” contains all of the sprite data in the game [this is Capcom standard, it seems?], but having trouble actually accessing said data. Viewed as-is it’s a jumbled mess, haven’t been able to make heads or tails of it in CrystalTile although this could certainly be because they’re out of order in a way that’s not obvious. It is really, really difficult to just parse like this.... it’s a massive portion of the ROM, too, so even figuring out what general area of this I should poke around in is quite an undertaking. [looking w/ tile form GBA 4bpp as that is the only tile form that gave me a visible image for the logo above]... although I found some things which look promisingly like visual patterns, and might help me figure out how to re-order these tiles so i can maybe see something approaching an image. I uh... haven’t figured out how to customize the tile ordering in CrystalTile (like column widths) very well, that’s next on my to-do list. This one in particular I may come back to later:

(^Viewed at offset 4AD9E0)

There are plenty of others but this is among the more promising as far as likely actually being uncompressed visual data. There’s so much besides just this one though that I would be here all day posting screenshots; At any rate, there are patterns that may be worth looking into, but the sheer volume of data corresponding to this “.bin” file is going to make that REALLY tedious to try and comb through with any sort of reasonable efficiency. This could also be a fool’s errand, as it could be the data is compressed or out of order somehow and it is necessary to extract the true files hidden within that “.bin” to actually make proper sense of them. I don’t know. If I haven't made it clear, I'm a newbie at this and don't really understand what I'm working with yet.

So I briefly tried another approach. I thought, heck, I have the dev version of DeSmuME on here, let’s boot that baby up.

(oh boy did it chug.)

I learned some neat stuff.

First, I learned that for most of the game, the “main screen” is the bottom screen as opposed to the top screen, which makes complete sense if you’ve played it. Just goes against convention which is interesting. Except for during the title screen, where it is the expected order, for... reasons?

Anyway, I first tried isolating what layer the talk sprites were on on the “main” screen, which was unsuccessful but interesting. This is with every other layer turned off on the bottom screen (tools -> view layers, toggled off all except for “Main BG 0″)...:

It looks like a lot of things are on that same layer. Now we know.

(Worth noting that if you isolate just the “Main BG 3″ layer you get a nice view of the backgrounds!)

My next task was fiddling around in the tile viewer in the *emulator* to see if that got me anywhere. And, well, it did... I think! I don’t know what it means just yet but launching the tile viewer (tools -> view tiles) and selecting “LCD - 0x6850000″, at the 0x140 tile there is a very clear image of the current talk sprite. And this image DOES update when the sprite changes, so whatever this tile is pulling from is where I want to be.

...Unfortunately, I’ve more or less hit a roadblock here and am calling it a night. I have absolutely no idea how to figure out where that tile is getting its information from, and I don’t understand enough about NDS files to know how to parse the information in CrystalTile any better at the moment. I tried using this tool by Luigi Auriemma to dive into the .bin file after exporting it but it spewed out a billion .dat files that are no easier to make heads or tails of than the original.

That's all I got for the time being. If anyone reading this happens to know any directions they can point me toward I am all ears, otherwise I will continue to just poke at this from various angles until it decides to succumb.

#leo tries modding ghost trick #long post

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 4 years ago

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So, Rakepick, and potential redemption for her.

First, a disclaimer. I’m speculating on what may or may not actually happen in the game. Whether or not she deserves to be redeemed is a different question. I’m just going off the hints that Jam City has dropped. This has nothing to do with whether or not I want Rakepick to be redeemed. (I admit, I do, but that still has no bearing on this theory.)

@heleneplays @dat-silvers-girl @missnight0wl As the other members of the Rakepick fan club, I had to tag you in this. Let me know what you think!

As of this point, the Double Agent Theory is seeming less and less likely. If Rakepick was a spy for Dumbledore, or some other force fighting the Cabal, then she would never have actually killed Rowan. Because that’s simply a point of no return. Dumbledore would sever ties with her if that were the case. Now, if Rowan were secretly alive, that would be one thing. But after the Head Kid TLSQ, it doesn’t seem like they’re coming back. So Rakepick really did kill them. How on earth could she be redeemed after that? How would Jam City manage it? Well, I think I might know the answer.

At this point, it’s not about trying to justify her actions. They’re unspeakable. There’s no defending what she did to Rowan and Merula. Someone made the point that Rakepick could simply have “just been following orders.” but not only is that a pitiful excuse that as we know from real world history, doesn’t hold up...it’s also tremendously out of character for Rakepick. And yet, the only reason she would do those things, in a redemption scenario, is because she was ordered to. So it comes down to why she’s serving the Cabal in the first place. Because that still doesn’t make any sense. That is also out of character. Even if Rakepick is shamelessly evil, she’s not the sort of character to try and curry favor with the biggest bully on the playground. She’s not Lucius Malfoy. Good or evil, it just makes no sense for her to do this - even if Rakepick just wants more power, I still think she would go her own way. If she’s serving R in earnest, we have to ask ourselves why. Which returns to my previous point. It’s not about justifying her actions, because she clearly made her choices and she bears full responsibility for them. The question is why she made these choices. What are we missing, what’s the context? Why would pledge herself to the Cabal?

I can only think of one reason. And it would explain the Lioness Patronus, which sticks out like a sore thumb in the Forbidden Forest scene. She saved MC and friends from the Dementors. With a Patronus that symbolizes motherhood, and protecting one’s young. In a scene that was shot to code her as looking almost heroic, with the way she walked through the Patronus. Not only did they specifically choose that animal, and choose to reveal it to us - they chose to shoot that scene in a way that stressed how much the Lioness symbolizes it’s caster. All this, in the scene where Rakepick fires a killing curse at Ben and winds up hitting Rowan. This is what I mean - the writers are still hinting at another side to Rakepick, at a potential redemption for her. It blows my mind, because we all know how that scene ends, but I think we’re forgetting how it starts. There has to be a reason that they shot the scene that way.

There are also other things that we’re forgetting. I know I’ve talked about this a lot, but what the hell happened between Jacob and Rakepick? That journal that MC found in Year 5? The one Rakepick refused to comment on, and broke MC’s wand to stop them asking questions about it. For someone who’s usually a good liar, she had a terrible poker face during that scene. A forgery? Seriously? As if MC wouldn’t know Jacob’s handwriting, and his writer’s voice. Why even pretend that it’s a forgery, when she could have used it to build trust? Because that journal gave a pretty strong case for Rakepick being an unsung hero, at least at the time. Jacob credited her with saving his life, and saving the life of MC. We’ve never come back to that. We never found out when this happened, or what the circumstances were. But if it’s true, and I maintain that we have no reason to assume it’s not, that seriously suggests that there’s more to the story here.

Jacob also talked about the Cabal. Technically, he didn’t say “R,” and I know there’s a theory circulating that there are two different Cabals...but I personally doubt it. That would be kind of confusing, and I feel like Jam City wouldn’t write it that way. I truly believe we’re meant to assume he was talking about R. But in any case, the most important detail here is the Jacob said Rakepick was afraid of them. That’s actually quite startling, because Rakepick has always been the most dauntless character in this entire game. She gives no fucks, she takes no shit. If she’s afraid of the Cabal, there must be something going on here. There must be a reason for her to fear them. And in hindsight? I think we can assume that this reason is directly related to why she joined them. Why she turned on MC and Jacob. Because this journal basically confirms that she was at one point, on their side. So what happened? Why does she have a Patronus that symbolizes motherhood? Why would the ultimate rebel sell her soul to big brother? Why, if she feared them so much that she shared it with Jacob, did she ultimately join them?

All I can think of, is that R must have some kind of gun to her head. Some leverage over her, something to threaten her with. But Rakepick, again, is a renegade. She wouldn’t care. She’s not the kind of person who just complies when someone puts a gun to her head. To continue the metaphor, she knocks it out of their hand, or pulls out a bigger gun. I keep stressing this because everything we were shown during Years 4 and 5 leads me to doubt that she would be easy to control. It would have to be something priceless. R would have to have some card they could play, that Rakepick absolutely cannot afford to let happen. And...thinking back to how she advised MC to watch over Merula. Thinking back to how she saved a young MC’s life, not to mention Jacob’s...well, there’s only one weakness that Rakepick could theoretically have, that would give R this level of control over her. I believe Rakepick has a child. It would explain the Lioness Patronus, and it would be something that R could use against her. If they have her child, they control her.

“Never apologize for doing what you know in your heart that you absolutely must do.” - Patricia Rakepick.

This is why she turned on MC. This is why she murdered Rowan. Because when a shady Cabal is holding your child captive, you do as they say. This is what I mean - trying to justify her actions is going down the wrong route. They’re inexcusable, as I’m sure she knows. The question is why she did it. And I believe this is the answer. Rakepick isn’t the sort of person to show any remorse. Even if she felt regret, she would never speak it aloud, certainly not to MC. But let me ask you, doesn’t this sound like the kind of thing R would do? They have a history of scare tactics, and they’re not above killing children or otherwise using them as tools. They do what they need to, in order to gain control of people. They make serious threats and then they deliver on those threats. Which is why Rakepick knows she cannot defy them openly, if at all. It’s why she warned MC ahead of time about a group that is “not to be trifled with.” (I maintain that she wrote that unsigned letter, it was written in her character’s voice.) Rakepick probably doesn’t believe she deserves forgiveness, nor would she give a damn about trying to earn it. At this point, her only motivation would be keeping her child alive and unharmed.

Whether or not this is enough to forgive her crimes is, again, the wrong question. Because as far as redemption goes, forgiving Rakepick is going to vary from person to person, between the characters and the fan-base. At this rate? No one will care, and everyone will still hate her. But indepedent of that, is it in any way possible for her and MC to fight on the same side again? Well...if this theory is true, then yes, it is. MC might hate Rakepick, but her child is innocent. If R is holding them captive, The Circle of Khanna will surely want to rescue them. Which would give Rakepick and the Circle a common goal. Hell, even if MC is heartless and doesn’t care about the child...rescuing them would enable Rakepick to turn on R, which is beneficial to the Circle anyway. Of course, all of this doesn’t mean Rakepick won’t still die, because she very likely will...but when she does, I feel like the game will have made an effort to put her in a new context. Even after the Infiltration, we’re still getting Dialogue Choices that hint at there being more to Rakepick. Why would MC even entertain the idea that she’s doing what she thinks is right? At least in terms of presentation, she isn’t. But the writers keep hinting that there’s more to her...and this is the only way left, that I can think of anyway, that they could make this happen. After all...hasn’t this series always had a motif about the power of a mother’s love? Wouldn’t it be interesting and make the Cabal stand out if they had found a way to weaponize that power against MC? And if doing so later proved to be their undoing?

No one has to like Rakepick. She’s tortured and murdered children - she’s a villain. But I just cannot believe there’s nothing more to this character than a one-dimensional monster. There has to be more to the story. She was way too interesting prior to her turn, for this to be all there is.

#Patricia Rakepick #HPHM Theory #HPHM Cabal #HPHM Analysis #HPHM R #HPHM Jacob #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Jacob's Sibling #The Curse-Breaker who shall not be named

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imagitory · 5 years ago

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Hey, Hogwarts Mystery players! I thought I’d start something, so consider yourself tagged if you want to do this too! I’ll add some names of users I know play the game, and...yeah, pass it on, if you want! @weasleyismyking540 @weasley-adoptee @hphm-roger @shinyrockalaska @dat-silvers-girl

A Character Theme for your MC:

A Character Theme for Jacob:

A Character Theme for (blank): [This one can be for other original characters you’ve added to your MC’s circle, like parents, other siblings, etc., or even for HPHM ships you ship!]

And now, to start off -- here’s mine!

Carewyn Cromwell ~ “Someone Else’s Story,” from Chess [fancast: Sadie Sink]

Lately, although the feelings run just as deep, The promise she made has grown impossible to keep, And yet I wish it wasn't so... Will he miss me if I go? In a way, it's someone else's story: I don't see myself as taking part at all...

Carewyn’s single biggest insecurity is her lack of control over her life and how people see her. Although she wants so much to just be a normal Hogwarts student and join the Frog Choir, Dueling Club, and Quidditch team like she dreamed, her entire life has been consumed by the mystery of the Cursed Vaults and her brother’s disappearance. But the reason for that is that Carewyn always dreamed of achieving great things with her mother and brother there to support her. Without Jacob there, her dreams would feel hollow and selfish, and as Slytherin as Carewyn is, she wants to be the best person she can be, which includes being the best morally and emotionally too. And so she’s swallowed back her frustrations, doubts, and resentment and has decided that her own identity and happiness must be overlooked in favor of addressing her imminent need to break the Vaults’ curses and save her brother. When Jacob is found, then she can finally get everything she wants, because her dreams would be complete with him in it.

Jacob Cromwell ~ “This is the Moment,” from Jekyll and Hyde” [fancast: Timothée Chalamet]

Give me this moment, this precious chance... I'll gather up my past, and make some sense at last! This is the moment when all I've done -- All the dreaming, scheming, and screaming -- Become one!

Carewyn’s older brother, Jacob Cromwell, was the only real father figure in her life given how absent their father was before he and their mother Lane divorced. Jacob has always dreamed of achieving great things, and when he realized the “weird” things he was blamed for were really evidence of magical talent, he fell head over heels for magic and wanted to envelop himself in every branch of it he possibly could. His placement in Ravenclaw couldn’t have suited this thirst for knowledge and achievement better, but it also exacerbated some of his flaws, like his disorganization, neglect for his own health and hygiene, and obsessive nature. Jacob always has been very protective of and affectionate toward Carewyn despite his disheveled, sometimes immature affect. He would often shield his sister from bullies when they were growing up, and he also forcefully hid his bad habits and investigation into the Cursed Vaults from both her and his mother. Carewyn adores him to pieces despite his flaws, but he sadly is just erratic enough of a person that it’s hard to guess what he’s thinking at any given time.

Lane Cromwell ~ “Widow’s Walk,” by Suzanne Vega [fancast: Claire Danes]

I'll set my house in order now and wait upon the Will -- It's clear that I need better skill in steering... That line is the horizon -- We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when all omens point to fail...

Like her son Jacob, Lane is a Ravenclaw alumnus with an independent streak, but she was born to a very close-knit, traditional magical clan called the Cromwells, who had a very clear image of who Lane was supposed to be and how she should live her life. Of course the soft-spoken, yet free-spirited Lane was pretty much destined to not conform to her family’s expectations -- after school, she fell in love with a Muggle and rather happily embraced the Muggle world as she was forbidden to tell her new husband about her magical heritage. Two children and one divorce later, Lane has gotten back on her feet as a single mother who works as a free-lance magical historian and Rune expert from home for the Ministry of Magic. She could sense a lot of turbulent emotions in Jacob before he disappeared and right now can sense there’s a lot Carewyn isn’t telling her, but after how overbearing her family was her entire life, she’s become desperate to not suffocate her children and wants them to be free to live their own lives, no matter how worried she is for their well-being. And so she struggles to keep Carewyn’s and her relationship strong in Jacob’s absence, and she’s actually been covertly doing her own investigation into Jacob’s activities by writing and talking to various Ministry of Magic employees. She’s also kept diligent correspondence with Carewyn’s Head of House, Severus Snape, and Hogwarts’s Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #carewyn cromwell #jacob #lane cromwell #jacob's sibling #music #playlist #oh boy here i go

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vintagevalentinex · 5 years ago

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Yes

So this is my Galentine’s Day Fic!!

This fic is for @sometimes-iwritee so I hope she likes it! :)

This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I’m still trying to figure out how I pulled that off. I used the song At Last by Etta James as inspiration. Listen to it here!

Admittedly, I’m a little nervous because this fic is pretty long and I’ve never written anything on this scale. Please let me know what you think!!

Tagging all the Galentine’s Day Ladies!

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Title: Yes Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~4450 (What even.) Pairing: (Benny x Reader) Warnings: Fluff and filth. Flifth? Unprotected sex.

It was the same every year.

It seemed like all the witches came out of the woodwork every single year around Valentine’s Day. There were always dumb suckers who were desperate to have someone to call their own, and would do anything to be with someone. That’s where you came in. You always found yourself hunting witches, and if there was one thing that really pissed you off, it was witches. They are the worst. You definitely weren’t going to call the Winchesters in on this one. They were the absolute worst dealing with witches. You rolled your eyes just thinking about it as you sat in yet another dive bar, wishing you were back in Louisiana. Never thought I’d say that… You had reason to long for that balmy, humid, hot as hell state. That reason being your burly, bearded, bear-of-a-man who loved you so dearly. It was hard going on hunts that were so far away when you knew that Benny was waiting on you back home, your home that you shared with him. Valentine’s Day was never a big deal for you, seeing as you never had anyone to share it with, but this year was different. This would have been the first Valentine’s Day that you would have someone to be lovey-dovey with, and you could actually be one of those couples you made fun of on the day-at-hand. Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually be able to get back there by the 14th. You swirled around the whiskey in your glass as you looked at the drunken antics of the people in the bar when you felt your phone vibrating. You smiled as you saw the picture on the screen, Benny in his apron, smiling behind the counter of his little diner.

“Hello sweetheart.”

“Mmm…well in’ dat’ da mos’ beautiful voice in the whole world.”

You grinned to yourself, shaking your head. “You miss me that much, huh Benny?”

“Course I do, (Y/N). nothin’ pretty ta look at when yer gone.”

“Is that the only reason you miss me?”

“Naw, shug. The bed’s been real cold at night…”

You roll your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip. It was crazy how just hearing his voice could turn your entire mood around. You could hear him chuckling on the other end.

“I miss you, Benny.”

“Miss ya too, darlin’. Can’t wait ‘till ya get home. Would tha’ be anytime soon?”

“I’m trying, baby. These damn witches are so annoying.”

“Need me ta come help, shug?”

“I should be fine. I’ll let you know.”

“Well…I hope ya can make it home for Valentine’s Day. Sure would be nice to spend it with ya.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Love you, darlin’. Stay safe, and I wouldn’t be too offended if you so decided to send me some pictures…”

You laughed loudly, almost catching too much attention in the bar. “In your dreams, lover boy.”

You hit “end” on your phone, downing the rest of your drink so you could head back to the motel. You needed to gank these witches pronto.

You were covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and mystery goo, but you were finally able to take out that damn coven. You were lucky that they were mostly amateurs; you weren’t sure if you would have been able to take down a full coven of witches that were more skilled. You were driving at high speed down the interstate, wanting nothing but your face meeting the pillows of your bed. You pulled your phone off the charger, calling the only person you wanted to speak to at the moment.

“Mmm…cher…imagine mah surprise when I look at mah phone an see yer purdy face on the screen…”

“Yeah, yeah…totally not in the mood right now…”

“What’s wrong, cher? Hunt not shapin’ up how ya like…?”

“No…it’s…I’m fine, I’m just tired. I’m on my way back, actually. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh ‘lil darlin’ I knew ya loved me! I jus’ knew it! So yer not stayin’ in a motel tonight? Might be easier for ya to drive when you’ve had a few hours a’ shut eye.”

“I’m fine. Sounds like you don’t love me at all, not wanting me home and everything…”

“S’not it, shug. Jus’ don’t wanna hafta scrape yer hide off the highway…”

You chuckled into the phone, the gravelly warmth of Benny’s voice lightening your mood. “I’ll be careful, I promise. I can’t wait to see you, Benny. I should be home soon.”

“I miss ya too, cher. Can’t wait ta have ya in my arms…now I noticed tha’ ya didn’t send me any of those pictures we were talkin’ ‘bout…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you focused on the road. “You’re an idiot. I’ll talk to you later.”

You smiled to yourself as you heard the familiar crunching of the gravel underneath your tires as your car arrived to the front of the diner that you helped Benny run. You drove through the night, wanting to desperately get home to the cozy little apartment at the back of the diner. The bed and Netflix was calling your name as soon as you took the hottest shower known to man. After all of that you knew that your burly vampire would be ready to cuddle down with you under the warm blankets of your bed. You pulled your gear from the car, your clothes wrecked to hell with all kinds of mess as you approached the door, to find a sign in the window.

Closed for Valentine’s Day. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Hmm…I can’t remember the last time Benny closed for something like this. Wait, is today Valentine’s Day? You pulled your phone out of your pocket, checking the date on the phone. Well damn…it is. I wonder what he’s up to. You fished your keys out, opening the door to the diner, seemingly quiet. You figured Benny would at least be washing dishes or something. Come to think of it, his truck wasn’t around… You dialed.

“Ah hope it’s safe to assume yer home, shug…”

“And I’m pretty damn sure it’s safe to assume you’re nowhere to be found? Seriously, Benny?”

He chuckled. “Aw cher don’ be like dat. It is Valentine’s Day after all…”

You huffed. “So…what? My present for today is not having to see you…?”

“Awww shug, don’ do me like dat. Here ah am, tryin’ ta be romantic an’ everythin’…”

“Mmhmm…so…are you planning on coming back tonight…?”

He chucked again. “Well…not exactly…you’ll see…why don’t ya go take a nice, long bath. You deserve it, darlin’.”

Well that’s not a terrible idea, actually. “Alright. For once you’re actually making sense—“

“Darlin’!”

“Alright, alright!” You nearly pouted into the phone. “Will I see you soon, Benny? I’ve missed you so much, and knowing you’re not here makes the entire place seem so lonely.”

“You’ll find me soon ‘nuff, lil’ baby. Now go on an’ relax.“

You grumble as you throw your things down in the main room of your apartment, ready to take a hot shower and pout in bed until Benny decided to show his face. You strip off your clothes, leaving them in a pool on the floor as you pad toward the bathroom, confused as you see the closed door. That’s weird…we never keep this door closed. Hunter reflexes kicking in, you brace your hand on the knob. Great…I come home from killing fucking witches, and now I have to fight naked. What a time to be alive.

Ready to take out whatever is behind the door, you rip it open to find…

Really…? Is he serious? You huff as you shuffle into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, your face softening as you note the petal floating on the surface of the water, sweet smelling lavender and citrus wafting up from the tub. You stepped carefully into the large tub, sinking down low, the water all the way up to your chin. Scanning the room, you realized you didn’t see the back of the door. A beautiful, red, lacy dress hung there.

Even if he is a big oaf, he does have impeccable taste.

Smiling to yourself, you soaked in the water, dipping your toes in and out of tub, enjoying the slow, relaxing pace of being able to just soak. This was usually not a luxury granted to hunters and the lifestyle, so you were definitely going to take advantage. Benny tried to make life here as normal for the both of you as he could, but he could only do so much. How normal could our life be? I’m basically Buffy, and he’s Angel…Spike…?….Angel…? Hell, I don’t know! After soaking in the tub until your fingers got pruney, you carefully stepped out, sore muscles completely soothed and relaxed as you wrapped a big fluffy towel around your body. You grabbed the dress off the door and headed back to the bedroom. I guess I’m supposed to put this on…

You laid the dress on the freshly made bed. He made the bed? What the hell is going on? Slipping into the closet, you pull out a pair of black patent leather pumps. Setting them aside, you change your undergarments, slipping into the set you bought specifically for tonight. At least he’s not the only one with surprises.

Removing the dress from the velvet hanger, you see a note pinned on the inside. Carefully unpinning the note, you hold it up as you read:

I’m glad you were able to relax. Meet me out back so I can hold you close. Xoxo

Smirking, you roll your eyes as you slip on the dress that fit you perfect. I’m going to pretend that’s not creepy. Slipping on your shoes you clicked through the apartment to the back door, the weather perfect enough to leave your jacket behind. Opening the back door you were greeted with the loveliest sight.

Flower petals created a trail that lead back into the woods behind your place. You smiled genuinely as you followed the path into the woods, small little tea lights shaped like hearts lit your way as you traveled deeper into the trees.

After about a peaceful five minute walk, you came into a clearing. You gasped as you saw what was in front of you, a grin etched on your face.

The most beautiful tent…fort…you didn’t know what to call it, but it was lined with flower petals and fairy lights. The lights even twinkled in the trees.

As you stepped closer, you could hear one of your favorite songs playing. When the hell did he have time to do this?

At last my love has come along My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah

You called out to him. “Benny?! Benny are you there?!” You stepped closer, the smile lingering on your lips as you continued to take in the beautiful scene in front of you. You were so enthralled that you didn’t notice a pair of thick, muscled arms wrap around your middle until it was too late. The stranger paced his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

“Hello, shug. I do good?”

You turned around in his grasp, your hands pressed against his chest. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, smiling as you murmured against him, his beard tickling you.

“This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me, Benny. I love you so much.” You hugged him tightly, pouting when he put you at arm’s length.

“Lemme get a good look at ya, darlin’. Been missin’ ya somethin’ terrible.” He takes your hand, twirling you around, taking in your form. He yanks on your hand, your body slamming against his burly chest. Chuckling, he links your arm through his as he leads you over to the makeshift fort, plush blankets and pillows all over the area. The both of you take a seat inside, kicking off your shoes as you scoot closer to him. You breathe him in, something spicy and woodsy as you link your fingers together, seeing the multitude of stars sparkling over your apartment.

“Benny, I can’t think of anything more perfect than this…thank you.” You smiled up at him, giggling as he brushed your knuckles across his lips, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was amused.

“Ain’t no thing, cher. But the night ain’t over…”

He got up, leaving you there to rearrange the pillows as you heard him shuffling around somewhere behind the fort. He comes back around, with a bottle of champagne and some fruit to nibble on for you. You look inquisitively up at him, his smile only growing.

“Ah ate before. Wanted ta focus on you tonight, darlin’.”

You smiled shyly as he sat back down next to you, pouring the both of you very full glasses of champagne. You sipped slowly as you leaned against his sturdy frame, letting him feed you strawberries and grapes, his fingers lingering at your lips every so often.

At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you

You hummed contentedly, wanting to remain in this moment for the rest of your life as you smiled up at the man you loved. You never thought you could be with someone as caring, loyal, and kind as Benny. The men on the road were merely there one day and gone the next, but when you met Benny, your entire world changed. He was the only one you saw and wanted to see. You knew your relationship was…complicated…but that wouldn’t stop you from loving him. And you knew he felt the same way about you.

The champagne and strawberries were soon forgotten as Benny bent down, pressing his lips to yours once again, his hands going into your hair as he pulled you closer, your dress hiking up as you straddle his lap, hissing as you feel his bulge grinding against your thin panties. You finally muster enough courage to open your eyes, seeing his staring intently down at you. His voice was strangled, as if trying to choose between two choices in his mind.

“(Y/N)…’dis isn’t the way I planned this evenin’…”

You smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes, hands running up and down his chest. “And just how did you want this evening to go, Benny?”

He hesitated a moment before pulling you (begrudgingly) off of his lap and bringing you to his side to star gaze once again. Pulling you close, you snuggled into his side as he slung an arm around you. He cleared his throat and shifted a little before he started to speak.

“Darlin’…I know I tell ya I love you all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever really went into it. I was a broken man when ya met me. Hell, I’ve been broken for a long time. I was in the worst way, and I was on a one way track to completely destroying myself. I thought I had nothin’ in this worl’ to keep me goin’. I didn’t belong. I didn’t belong with my own kind or with anyone else.—“

You try to interject but he just continues. “And then, by the grace o’ God, or whoever is runnin’ that place now, I met you. You. You are everythin’ in this world that is good, that is kind. You are everythin’ that should be treasured and protected. I can never thank you enough for lettin’ me be the luckiest man in the universe for being able to hold onto your heart. I love the way you smile at me, the way you yell at me when I’m actin’ like a plain fool, the way ya fight, the way ya comfort me, hell, even the way your hair makes me suffocate every damn mornin’.” He chuckles. “But mostly…I love the way you make me feel like I could be better, that I could be a better man, that I could do good things in this worl’.”

He took a deep breath, staring tenderly at you as he pulls something out of his pocket, making both of you sit up, face to face.

“Would you do me the honor of being able to hold onto your heart for the rest of our lives, (Y/N)? Will ya marry me?” He showed you the ring, pressed between his fingers.

You stared in shock for a moment before your eyes finally made their way back to his nervous ones, your own glimmering with tears as you nearly tackle him making the both of you crash to the ground as you pepper kisses all over his face, leaving red lipstick marks all over his cheeks and forehead. He chuckles, holding you by the shoulders.

“I take that as a ‘yes’, shug?”

You grin, letting him slip the ring onto your finger. “Of course it’s a yes! I…I don’t even know what to say! I’m so damn happy right now!”

I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own

He laughed, rolling the both of you over, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, your dress hiking up around your hips as you lie on your back. Benny wedges himself in between your legs, your dress hiking up even higher as he grinds himself against you, the heat from his body penetrating your flesh, your hands gripping at his back, pulling on his shirt. He chuckles at you as you wantonly pull at his shirt, getting it up and over his head, taking it from you as he tosses it somewhere out of the way. He pulls your thighs up around his waist, pulling you up into a sitting position, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kisses you again, his hands tracing the zipper running along your spine. You grind yourself into him as he unzips your dress, making you lift your arms up momentarily to pull the dress off of you. He throws your dress (hopefully to the same place he threw his shirt as he lays you back down, nearly growling as he takes in your red bra and panties.

“Mmm…well look at ya, cher…all dressed up fer me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as he bent down, nuzzling at the valley between your breasts, his fingers finding the clasp at the back as he rubbed his beard against you, humming into your skin. Your hips arched up, trying to gain some kind of friction. You could feel him smiling against your breasts as he finally pulled the straps of your bra down, pulling it slowly off of your body as he began to tease you with soft kisses and licks, not stopping until every last inch of your breasts were tended to by his soft lips. His eyes locked onto yours as he leisurely took a taut nipple into his mouth, suckling, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. You nearly hiss, your back arching from the ground as your hips continue to buck up against him, your hands finding their way into his hair, tugging gently as he switches, giving the other nipple its desperately needed attention. Your eyes snap shut as you just feel, shivering as his lips begin to travel lower, pressing kisses into your tummy and teasing your belly button.

You whimper, your hands finally finding his. “Benny…please…now baby, please now…”

All you got back was a smirk. He went lower, still holding your hands as he pressed his nose against your panties, breathing in deeply, groaning as his eyes darted up to yours. “Mmm ah know what ya need, darlin’, but I’m not done with you yet. Be good for me ‘lil baby.”

He presses hot, wet kisses against your inner thighs, the muscles twitching and straining to not squeeze his head off as his beard rubs against the sensitive skin. He lets go of your hands to hook his fingers into your panties, grunting as he slips them over your hips and off of you. He sits up on his knees, his hands on the outside of your thighs as he scoops your lower half up, moving his hands to your ass as he pulls your hips up to his mouth, forcing you to grip at the sheets and pillows on the ground. He smiled, diving face first into your pussy, nearly attacking it with his mouth. His tongue teased open your folds, mouthing at them, rubbing them between his lips, letting them go with a loud, wet, “pop” as his tongue circled your hole. You turned your head, biting at your finger as you wriggled against him, his strong arms keeping you immobile, and in the position you were in, there was nothing you could do but take the sweet pleasure he was giving you. His lips moved languidly to your clit, wrapping around it and suckling, pulling it into his mouth as you whined with pleasure, your mouth hanging open as he continued to slurp and lap at your pussy. You could feel yourself clenching tightly, wanting him in you so desperately as you began to see white spots before your eyes. At first you thought it was the stars or the fairy lights, but they began to get brighter and brighter until it was just all white light as you screamed out his name, falling completely over the edge, his tongue continuing to work in you as you rode out your orgasm. He gently set your legs back down onto the ground, his hips still nudged between yours as your eyes began to refocus, his smiling doting face looking down on you as he wiped some of your slick from his beard.

I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill I’ve never known, oh yeah

“Y’alright, darlin’?”

All you could do is nod and smile dopily at him. You heard him chuckle as he stood up, eyeing your body. He began to whistle as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his underwear down with them, his erection already dripping with precum, pressed against his belly as he slowly sinks back down onto his knees, falling over you, his hands planted on either side of your head as he takes your lips into another searing kiss, groaning as you taste yourself on him. You hook your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you, your heels digging into his muscled ass as you urge him on, feeling his cockhead rubbing against your swollen clit. With one hand, he guides himself slowly into you, inch by agonizing inch. By the time he is completely inside of you, you are a trembling, crying mess, your hands raking down his arms and back, clawing at him as he remains unmoving inside of you, bending down to whisper against your lips, “I love you, (Y/N). And I know I asked ya already, and I know ya said yes already, but I need to ask again. Will ya marry me, darlin’?”

You couldn’t believe he was trying to ask you questions right now. You practically screamed. “Yes! Benny, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Please…I need you right now!!”

He grunted against your mouth, as he began to move his hips, starting out hard and slow, deliberate, hard strokes into your pussy, making your body lurch backward over and over again as he took his time. You could feel him, throbbing and hot inside of you, your walls already clenching and clamping around him, already needy for him to spill inside of you. Your heels dug harder into his ass as he began to pick up the pace, the sound of his skin slapping against your began to grow louder, the delicious friction of your bodies writhing against each other was heating you up, your brow glistened with sweat, almost glittering in the moonlight as your hands find his face, pulling him down to make his lips crash to yours, kissing him hard as he picks up the pace, slamming into your body now, his hands underneath you, palms against your shoulder blades as he holds you close, driving into you as hard and has fast as he can, now grunting into your ear. Your walls flutter around him as you cannot hold back any longer and cry out his name as you begin to come, feeling him pump into you roughly a few more times before he groans out your name, spilling into you. He takes your hands into his own, pressing his forehead to yours as you both remain connected, panting heavily as you just stare at each other.

You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven

Your stares soon turn into lazy smiles as Benny finally pulls out of you, flopping over onto his back. He pulled you into his side, and you happily snuggled into him. Your legs tangled, your hand tracing lazy circles into his chest as he rumbled low with satisfaction. He dipped his head to press a kiss to your temple, a hand finding purchase in your hair, rubbing at your scalp, feeling a chuckle rumble from his chest as you mew softly at his ministrations. He spoke softly, as to not break the spell of the moment.

“I had nothin’ ‘till I met you, (Y/N). And now…now I have everythin’ because I have you. Will you—“

You slipped your hand over his mouth, giggling softly, already knowing what he was going to say.

“Benny. I’ve said it several times now. I can’t wait to spend forever with you, no matter what. No matter what comes our way, through anything…I want to be with you.”

You slithered up to press a kiss to his mouth before he could speak again. You mumbled against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…” chanting that one simple word as if it were a prayer until you fell asleep. Benny laced his fingers with yours, his eyes unable to stop looking at the ring on your finger. He covered the both of you with a sheet, keeping you warm, looking forward to waking up with you in the morning.

He was no longer a broken man, for where he had cracks and holes, your love now filled the spaces. And he had your heart to cherish and protect.

For you are mine at last.

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Fake Fic Title: Hot Chocolate Mustache

OKAY SO.... I’ve been reading @rampagewriting amazing fic Don’t Fear The Reaper, ( x click it, you won’t regret it ) and it inspired me to write this.. It’s just kinda... My own thoughts as to what might be going through Alex and Chibs’ minds at some point during the story. I asked @rampagewriting if it was alright if I wrote this, I just really hope that everyone likes it... Even though it came out a little bit angsty (there’s kinda tentative flirting her too, sorry I couldn’t give you Chibs lap like you did for Opie! I wanted this to fit Alex as closely as it could to the way you see her.) Anyway... So this is me, attempting to write a thing for Sons of Anarchy. And this isn’t the last you’re going to see of SOA on my blog, either.

TAGGING: @rampagewriting | @andie01 | @vonschweetz -- I didn’t tag many people this time because Idk who out of my followers likes SOA and there’s no one listed on my tag list doc for that category.

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“It doesn’t feel like Christmas.” Alex took a sip of the hot chocolate she’d just gotten, wincing a little at the burn as she sat down between Opie and Jax.

“This is California. I mean if you’re expectin snow, then you’re shit outta luck.” Opie laughed as he watched his kids playing, trying to engate Layla in a game of tag. Nodding towards her, Alex mused aloud, “Guess we all know who you’ll be kissing under the mistletoe, Winston.”

“Possibly.” Opie shrugged and eyed Alex. Jax cleared his throat and spoke up. “ You almost sound jealous there, kid.”

“For the last time, Jax.. It is Alex. Or Alexandra. Or X. I’m not a kid anymore.” Alex took a few more sips before she added quickly, “And for the record, no. I’m not jealous. What the hell are you implying, Jax?”

“Oh, just that I’m not blind.” Jax smirked and chuckled as he shook his head when Chibs made his way into the garage and naturally, Alex’s eyes darted straight for the man. Oh, he wasn’t crazy about it, but Chibs wasn’t the worst guy out there.

… no one ever wants family to willingly marry into this shit though… look what happened to Donna earlier this year… Jax ignored the thought in favor of clearing his throat and nodding to Opie over Alex’s shoulder. “We gotta roll. Go see a man about a thing.”

“Yeah, you two do that. No explosions though!” Alex called out to her brothers and she went back to sipping her hot chocolate, eyes darting over the newspaper. She didn’t have to look up from the newspaper to know she’d find Chibs sitting next to her. She could just sort of sense him lurking there, feel the weight of his stare.

“What’s up?” Alex couldn’t bring herself to look over at the Scottish biker. Not when what she’d done not too long ago still burned in her mind every single time she did. Or she’d think about how it felt, sitting there in that dingy hospital room, holding his hand while he was out.

If he’d heard a single thing she said, oh man… That thought had her sighing and shaking her head at herself. What she needed to do was get a grip. People were starting to pick up on the tension between them entirely too easy now and Alex didn’t want Chibs to think she didn’t think of him as a friend any longer.

Chibs stared at the bottle in front of him and cleared his throat. He almost said something, but all he could do was stare.. And remind himself again for the millionth time why anything between them was not a good idea, no matter how bad he wanted that very thing.

But he had to say something. Try to explain himself. Try to tell her why he’d been scarce lately, why things felt so strained. He dragged a hand through his hair and nodded to the newspaper. “Dinnae think yah wanted t’ be bloody depressed. Dat’s what’ll come of y’ readin ‘at.”

… Fuck, that was about the lamest bloody thing y’ could’ve said, Filip… he even wanted to cringe at himself. Alex shrugged and looked up at him and the second he saw the hot chocolate over her lip, he gulped and tried to pull his eyes away.

This was so awkward and so much harder than it had to be already.

But he couldn’t. He reached out, tearing away a paper towel and leaned in closer to her, dabbing the stiff paper at her upper lip as he muttered, “Yah had a hot chocolate mustache, X.”

“Okay?” Alex eyed him, hoping to God he didn’t pick up on the way her breath hitched at the touch or the way that for a split second, even as his rough hand and the rough paper towel moved over her skin, she was thinking about that night and how good it was going before he ran out on it all and that yeah, maybe her eyes fluttered open and shut for a tenth of a second. She coughed to cover her own sudden tension and when he reached over, taking her cup, she followed the movement of cup to lip with her eyes, swallowing hard.

The fact that she’d declared her love for the man when he wasn’t conscious was taunting her, daring her to do something, to be brave this once but then she thought about him bolting and sighed, going quiet. Mostly in sheer frustration.

They barely managed to be around one another now without this extreme layer of tension lingering awkwardly. Yet neither of them really mentioned anything. And both pretended that nothing was wrong.

Everything was wrong. Everything.

Alex’s sigh had Chibs swallowing hard as he held the cup back out to her, nose wrinkled. “Et’s too damn sweet, X.”

“You seriously just took my hot cocoa to drink and now you’re complaining about it being too sweet?” Alex gave a soft laugh and Chibs shrugged, a smirk tugging his lips upward, making her stare at them a little harder.

She took the paper towel and leaned in, dabbing it over his mouth. “Someone wants to talk about my mustache. Yours was worse, Filip.”

“Was et now?” Chibs was leaning in a little more, heart hammering away like it was going to burst right out of his chest cavity. He licked his lips and chuckled. “I doubt it.” his tone was lower, huskier. When he raised his hand, Alex swallowed hard and for a second she thought maybe he’d kiss her.

“I miss th’ way it used to be.”

Alex nodded, pushing down everything she really wanted to let out at the moment. “Me too.” she kept it short and simple. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe it had to be this way. The last thing everyone needed was yet more tension in the club.

… but what about what I want and need, damn it?....

Chibs eyed her, a concerned look. Her tone had been flat, almost hollow. He sighed and shook his head, taking a sip from his own bottle as he grimaced at the mix of alcohol and cocoa in his mouth. “Do y’ really?”

Alex took a deep breath and coaxed herself into a more convincing voice when she answered. “I really do. I’m just kind of not feeling today.”

“Ah, neither am I.” Chibs admitted, staring at her lips for a few seconds. What he wouldn’t do to just kiss her right now. To throw caution out the window and just let go.

… but letting go may not be d’ best thing… there’s the club and there’s what happened t’ Donna and y’ know you’d die if it happened t’ X… Luckily for both of them, Tig called Chibs over before things could get any further tension filled. Chibs told her that he’d see her later at the club house and Alex nodded, trying not to stare at him as he walked away, but failing miserably. When he was deep in conversation with Tig, she sighed and put down the newspaper, standing.

Maybe if she got away from here, went to talk to Gemma or something.. She just knew from all that transpired just now that things couldn’t go back to the way they had been.. They could only blossom or die.

Personally, Alex wasn’t willing to risk finding out. Not when Chibs obviously didn’t return her feelings. His actions just now, while more than she expected, were a perfect wake up call.. She had to try and work around everything she felt or she had to continue avoiding him.

Tig eyed Alex leaving and he remarked with a shrug, “Seems like you two barely talk anymore.”

“Don’t bloody start wit’ me, Trager. Tell me what y’ wanted.”

“We have an errand.” Tig answered and Chibs nodded, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. “Well then. Let’s get t’ it.”

He watched Alex leaving the garage and he sighed to himself. He couldn’t just keep everything he felt in much longer. Just now, he’d been dangerously close to caving.

Maybe avoiding her for now was the best thing for both of them.

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revthepunchbear · 5 years ago

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A Debt Owed, A Debt Paid

It had all started with a chill down her spine and a feeling of overwhelming dread, like death was peeling away at her. She’d nearly thrown up, right then and there, which wouldn’t have been the worst part of the night by far. There was a point that night were she was withering from the inside out as magic was sucked from her, those very forces that bound her together ripping away to see her hemorrhaging blood everywhere.

At that point, she hadn’t even known why it was happening. She’d only known that she’d seen malevolent forces on the Other Side, spiraling around their safe house in Elwynn. The Harbinger had been there too and that terrified her more than anything. That desperate feeling that she had to do something surged through her as the body of Eilithe had been drug from the house, Xavier pushing himself to the limit to contain the madness within.

Once, twice, three times Reveria tried to pull the soul back into Eilithe’s body only to find it harder and harder to do each time. The druid was panicking, Eilithe’s soul had never been so hard to guide. It had to be the malevolence around them, it had to be those spirits coming for her that were making it so hard. In her desperation, she’d called on the only one she thought could remedy the situation. Cut palms, brands traced in blood on the dirt and upon her face, the pleas for help sounding out in Zandali.

“Mama, hear me. Your vessel needs you. I invoke the promise you made and bound to me. Mama, I have nothing else.... I have no offering of payment. My debt is yours. Please... Answer me Mama.”

Ghostly, spidery limbs had torn from Reveria’s mouth, searching for purchase anywhere they could as a flood of widow spiders poured from the druid’s mouth. Those spiders formed together, weaving the shape of a trollish woman in a tattered ballroom gown. Eight spidery limbs jutted from her back as she looked down on the nearly crying Reveria.

“What ya doin’ Zin’ulwembu? Can’t ya see she be castin’? Ya only hurtin’ her more, fightin’ her like ya is.” There’d been many more words, Reveria had begged Mama Zarenyen to help Eilithe and the loa had, in no small fashion. The insanity had been quelled, though Mama’s actions may have see An’Set hurt, it was still a small price to pay to end the insanity within the safe house. However...

Mama had come from the safe house and over to Reveria, cupping her chin in her hand. Her gaze had held a smile but there was the undeniable undercurrent of a threat. “I be comin’ tah collect ya debt. Ya best not hold out on Mama, Zin’ulwembu.” Those words haunted the druid, even as An’Set asked about them later. She’d brushed it off, offering an explanation. He’d chided her, and all she had to offer in return was “What else was I suppose to do? You were getting your ass beat.” He hadn’t been able to argue that.

That night had ended in a much better place, Reveria and An’Set had snorted some of their favorite drugs, ran around acting like fools yelling at the top of their lungs, yodeling, bothering their friends, and more. The night didn’t truly even end there, as An’Set carried Reveria off into the teahouse, slung over his shoulder, where they rutted away the rest of the night and into the morning in drug fueled ecstasy, ringing in their new year in style. The thought of the debt that was owed, slipping from her mind in those moments.

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A day or two passed, Reveria had managed to avoid anything too straining or stressful. Zelphryin had returned, which had been less than pleasing to her but she’d managed to coax him into taking her and Eilithe to the spa. They’d yet to go but she was in no particular rush. This night she sat up, alone, in the great room, sipping on bourbon as a fire crackled and flickered in the fireplace. An’Set was in bed, as were all her children.

She was lost in thought, right up until the tapping of the glass of the floor to ceiling windows sounded out. So lost in thought was she that she nearly jumped out of her skin. She managed not to spill her drink, setting it down quickly as she looked with wide eyes at the window. Standing there, with that telltale grin of hers, was Mama Zarenyen, beckoning Reveria with a lone finger.

There was a sense of relief, yet also a pang of anxiety as Reveria’s inky hues took the loa in. She stood, slowly, the long shirt of An’Set’s that she wore, flapping about her thighs as she walked to the rear door. There was no doubt in her mind that Mama would have been inside, were it not for the wards Eilithe had helped the druid place. Outside, Mama turned and began slowly walking through the large backyard as Reveria joined her. A grin spread Mama’s lips, her short tusks popping out just a bit as her spidery limbs draped about Reveria’s figure. "Zin’ulwembu... Walk wit me...We be havin’ tings ta discuss.” The druid’s arms crossed against her chest as she walked along, not as though she had much of a choice in the matter. “What is it you want, Mama?” The loa chuckled, low and dark, canting her head as she slowly led Reveria along. “Ya sound so suspicious, Zin’ulwembu. Mama can’ jus’ want ta talk at ya? Spend some time wit her vessel?”

Reveria narrowed her eyes and looked over to the woman, peering at her searchingly. She seriously doubted that Mama was just here to talk, the fresh debt springing to the forefront of her mind. Still, she was willing to try and play along. “Well, I just didn’t think you were here for that. What did you want to talk about?” Mama wiggled her fingers at Rysh’Vhek as the massive spider skittered from the jungle. “Ya chil’ren be lookin’ strong an’ hel’ty. Ya man, he be a surprise. Love be a surprise in general doh, so dat ain’ bein’ all dat strange. Ya life be prosperin’. I been seein’ ya wit ya trainin’ too. Zulfie got ya becomin’ quite dah little witchdoctah don’ she?”

There wasn’t much for Reveria to say to all of that. It was clear that Mama had been watching her life of late, which hardly surprised Reveria. “Eilithe is a good shan’do. She teaches me well. It was rocky there for a bit but I stopped trying to do things on my own. The harder things at least.” Their path led them into the jungle, the scent and smells of it something Reveria recognized from a time long passed. The jungle slowly became strewn in the webs of large spiders, the telltale cocoons and husks of their prey laying about or hanging from trees.

All the while the pair had talked until they arrived at the center, a circular wall of webbing that rose up to the ceiling of the jungle, with a circular altar of bones and stone laying in the middle. She’d been here before, long ago to strike a bargain that she’d regretted. Tonight though, there was no sense of ominous foreboding, just a loa that was acting almost motherly to the druid. Once they stood before the altar, Mama released Reveria and began to walk in a slow circle about her. “So now we come tah tha real biz’ness... Ya be owin’ Mama a debt zin’ulwembu. An’ Mama been tinkin’ real hard on what dat gonna be paid wit.” Reveria’s brow furrowed but she remained silent, ready to speak up if it had anything to do with her family. Both fortunately and unfortunately for her, it did not.

“Ya be my vessel but ya don’t know nut’ting bout takin’ dat form, do ya? Ya had dreams of it doh, I know ya have. Mama seen dem dreams cuz she caused dem dreams. Ya dreamed ya was dah spidah... ya dreamed ya was dah eighth eye... it been comin’ for a long time. ya been feelin’ dat urge, dat pressure, when ya go tah shift. When ya tink ya shiftin’ tah dat lovely saber... Dere be a part ah ya dat tinkin’... In dah back ah ya mind... Dat da saber ain’ right no more.” She paused in her circling to lay a hand on Reveria’s left shoulder.

“Dah time has come. Ya debt gonna be startin’ ya transformation intah Mama’s vessel more fully. I be takin’ ya saber. It gon take time but ya be findin’ soon dat ya gonna be stuck in dah middle, wit out a form like dat... until ya be masterin’ dah spidah. Dere gon come a day... Dere gon be times... Mama gon take ya vessel and use it for herself. Dat be dah price.” Reveria looked on, all but helpless as she processed the desire of Mama. She was about to become an actual vessel. She would lose control. Who knew what Mama would do? The thought terrified her,

“Fine... Fine...” All she could do was keep telling herself it had been worth it, that her sister’s life and soul had been worth it. That her husband’s life had been worth it. “Dat’s alright, Zin’ulwembu. Every’ting gon be okay~” The way she said it, the way her voice carried a veiled malicious tone, Reveria had a sense of dread in her stomach but this was the price and she would pay it. Mama’s hand began to feel hot, so hot... Like a red hot cattle prod, leaving Reveria screaming in the jungle as a matching brand, another widow, formed on her left shoulder. The skin sizzled and cooked, the druid howled, and Mama Zarenyen laughed.

“Dere, dere Zin’ulwembu... Mama takin’ care ah you like she always done...”

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