#they played a game of chess and hes like come join my band and shes like ok.......

[ufogoo]

pip... pippa ingellvar... never posted her final look.... look at my queen

[insertlovelyperson]

im constantly brainrotting about the counselors & I keep coming back to one question - what sports would each of the counselors play? thoughts??

Oooo this is a fun ask:

Jacob - Football and Lacrosse. I knew so many football players that would play either lacrosse or baseball in the off season, and I just think Jacob fits the bill. He reminds me a little bit of the lacrosse players I knew (derogatory, even though I love him), so I’m leaning toward lacrosse for him more than baseball.

Emma - Volleyball and kickboxing. As someone who used to play volleyball, she just reminds me of some of the girls I’d play with (affectionately). I like the idea that she had some pent up aggression from some stuff going on in high school, and decided she needed to join some sports where she got to hit something as hard as she could. And based on how hard she can rock Jacob’s shit in game… 

Nick - Baseball. I just think he has the body of a baseball player. That is all.

Kaitlyn - Gymnastics and/or skeet shooting. Similar to Nick, I think she just has the physical build to be a gymnast (short and ripped). I could also see her shooting capabilities in game being explained by participating in a sport like skeet shooting.

Dylan - Hockey. The only reason I head canon this is because his actor mentioned playing hockey growing up, and my immediate thought was, “Yeah, you look like someone who used to play hockey.” I think he’d have been the goalie to avoid ‘running.’ I could also see him doing chess team and being like, “Um, actually 🤓👆... chess is technically a sport,” like a dweeb.

Abi - I don’t really see Abi playing a sport in high school/middle school—maybe marching band. But I do think she was forced to play soccer by her parents when she younger, and now she HATES soccer.

Ryan - Swimming or track. Similar to Abi, I didn’t really see Ryan being super sporty, but I could see him maybe getting into something with a lot of cardio to take his mind off of the familial stress he was dealing with growing up.

Laura - Basketball and/or softball. I could see Laura doing both or either, honestly. Maybe softball when she was younger (I could see her being a prodigy pitcher), then she got a bad coach that made her end up hating it. She quit and transitioned to basketball in high school. She wasn’t as naturally gifted with it as she was with softball, but she was always the one the coaches sent in to rattle the other team. The ‘enforcer,’ if you will.

Max - Bowling. Look me in my eyes and tell me this man wouldn’t have been captain of his high school bowling team or some shit. You can’t.

[separatist-apologist]

We Never Go Out Of Style

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Summary: When Gwyn breaks up with her boyfriend on the eve of Nesta's destination wedding, Nesta Archeron has only one objective: set Gwyn up with her high school crush.

Note: Based on this tweet from @heathermcwrites: "One of my bridesmaids just broke up with her bf who was supposed to come to my wedding & I was sad for her for about 3 seconds until I remembered that her crush will also be at the wedding (single) and I'm now more committed to this 2nd chance romance than to my own marriage."

"I should also note that this is a destination wedding so there are EVEN MORE opportunities for uh…shenanigans"

PROLOGUE- ten years earlier:

Gwyneth Bedara stepped beneath the overhead lights of the stadium, one hand raised over her eyes. The roar of the crowd was only dimmed by the unintelligible boom of the marching band sitting in the middle of the bleachers. Cheerleaders waved pom poms from the sidelines of the football field, drawing Gwyns attention to the boys in blue and gold uniforms, tensed as they waited for that whistle. 

Beside her, Nesta Archeron’s silvery blue eyes scanned the football players for the person she’d come to see—Cassian Windhaven. Star quarterback with a full ride to some D1 school that Nesta almost certainly wasn’t attending. Not that Gwyn would ever mention that, of course. She understood what it was like to have a crush. 

Her eyes slid over the crowd, looking for him. This game was important—it was homecoming and against a rival school. Senior year saw even the most apathetic of seniors show up for school spirit and events, and in the case of Azriel Valdez, he was hardly an exception. She found him lounging with Rhysand Darcel. They didn’t know her outside of Nesta, who had been dodging Cassian’s advances since the fifth grade.

This year was different, though Gwyn didn’t know how exactly. In the past, Nesta would have rather eaten dirt than come and watch Cassian play and she certainly wouldn’t have picked a seat close enough that both Rhys and Azriel could see. And they did, eyes drifting towards her with a smirk on their faces. 

“Scoot!” a masculine voice interrupted Gwyn’s thoughts. Lucien Vanserra had come to join, pushing between Gwyn and Emerie.

“Did you bring alcohol?” Emerie whispered, looking at the thermos in his hand. Lucien, their schools best soccer player, snorted a laugh.

“I wish. I can’t risk my spot up at Yale. This is water, you lush.”

Nesta wrinkled her nose, eyes sliding back to the field. For a moment, the four of them were quiet, trying to decide if they were going to pretend football was interesting and Nesta was there for the game and not the man currently streaking across the field, ball tucked beneath his arm.

“So,” Lucien said with a shit eating grin. “Cassian, huh?”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. Leave it to a Vanserra to just come right out and say it. “How’s Elain?”

He scowled. Nesta wasn’t the only one with a crush. Gwyn couldn’t help but look back at Azriel, sitting to the left and six rows beneath her. He didn’t notice her at all, too busy staring at something on the field. She noticed him, though. She’d been noticing him since middle school when he’d transferred in and immediately made friends with Rhys and Cassian. Azriel was tall, all dark hair pushed off his face and warm brown skin. He’d been lanky back then but not anymore. He looked like a man at just eighteen, muscular and broad, his chiseled jaw always graced with a five o’clock shadow. Dressed in a black t-shirt and well fitted jeans, Gwyn couldn’t help but stare at his bulging bicep, already tattooed even though she’d heard he’d gotten in trouble with the school for it. 

He’d never noticed her and Gwyn didn’t blame him. Azriel was hot, he was popular, he was all the things Gwyn was not. While he played soccer with Lucien, Gwyn played chess and was in all the school musicals. The only reason he acknowledged her at all was Nesta, who was so stunning it was impossible not to, even if his best friend wasn’t stupidly infatuated with her. 

Still, in Gwyn’s fantasies—the ones she’d only ever dared to tell Nesta and Emerie—he saw her and he liked what he saw. Beneath the lanky frame and the freckles, he could see her instead of the outward dork everyone else saw. 

She realized too late he was looking at Elain Archeron. Fuck me, Gwyn thought miserably. Him and everyone else. He could get in line right behind Lucien, who was in a line behind her actual boyfriend, Graysen Nolan. And behind Azriel was the rest of the school, save for Cassian and maybe Rhys, who was too busy fucking anything and everything that moved to notice one solitary girl. 

Gwyn sighed, looking away before it soured her mood. At least he couldn’t have Elain. That made her feel a little better, but just barely. Gwyn threw herself into the conversation, forcing herself not to think of Azriel at all. He didn’t matter—he was just a stupid boy, always thinking with his stupid penis.  

The game ended in a win and as the crowd pushed outward, Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie moved down, holding hands until they were standing at the railing. Cassian was jogging forwards, helmet tucked beneath his arm. He was grinning at Nesta, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. Long, dark hair was plastered on his ruggedly handsome face and without word or warning, Cassian surged upwards, practically throwing himself over the railing so he could grab Nesta and press a kiss to her mouth. Both Gwyn and Emerie slapped a hand over their own to keep from giggling. Behind Cassian, Rhys and Azriel were frozen, eyes wide with surprise. 

“When did this happen?” Azriel asked, his deep voice making Gwyn shudder.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Emerie replied easily, unmoved by his good looks. Nesta pushed, her face flushed but Cassian was undeterred.

“You came. I knew there was something lucky about this game,” he breathed. Sweat rolled off his forehead, dripping against his uniform. Nesta had her fingertips pressed to her lips and Gwyn knew, in that moment, Cassian had her. Her and Emerie reached for Nesta, curling their hands around Nesta’s arm and pulling her back.

It was at that exact moment that Azriel’s eyes slid to Gwyn, pinning her in place for only a moment. His mouth quirked into a smile, lips forming the words, “Hey,” to which Gwyn immediately responded, “Hey,” back.

Only for Elain Archeron to bounce into view. He wasn’t looking at Gwyn at all. Just Elain, in her tiny blue and gold skirt and her tanned legs. Golden brown hair, pulled off her face with a gold scrunchy swayed almost hypnotically, drawing Azriel’s gaze. Gwyn wanted to melt into the floor.

Elain, utterly unaware of how he watched her, smacked Cassian in the chest. “What is wrong with you?”

“She wanted it,” was Cassian’s absurd response. 

“Gross,” Elain replied, eyes sweeping over the three of them. “All of you are gross.”

Azriel’s smile immediately faded and Gwyn decided, in that moment, she liked the cheerleader, if only for making Azriel feel as badly as she currently felt. 

“It’s fine,” Nesta breathed, ending things before Rhys could jump in with his loud, unnecessary opinion. “Really. I uh…I’ll talk to you later, Cass.”

Rhys and Azriel’s faces lit up and the use of the nickname.

“Cass?” Rhys all but choked. “Should we be writing a wedding speech?”

“Shut up,” Cassian retorted, elbowing his friend hard in the ribs. “I’ll catch you around, Nes.”

“Oh my God,” Emerie whispered. 

They pulled Nesta back, Elain bouncing on their heels. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, though they were smart enough to say nothing as they thundered over the metal bleachers and down the steps to the pavement. Behind them, Rhys and Azriel were giving Cassian a very hard, very loud time. Nesta’s cheeks burned, either from humiliation or embarrassment. 

The very first thing Nesta said, once they reached the parking lot, was, “Don’t tell dad.” Elain scoffed but Emerie cut her off.

“What’s going on with you and Cassian?”

Nesta mumbled something hiding her face in her long, golden brown hair. 

“What was that?” Gwyn demanded, a grin stealing over her face. She had absolutely heard everything Nesta said.

“I said, he took me on a date the other night,” Nesta managed, her whole face the color of Gwyn’s hair. 

“And you don’t tell us?!” Emerie demanded, tossing her long, chestnut colored braid off her shoulder. 

“It didn’t mean anything,” Nesta, the liar, said.

“It clearly meant something to Cassian,” Elain interrupted with a sly smile. “If he’s calling you good luck.”

Nesta wrenched open the door to her car, letting Emerie take shotgun while Gwyn awkwardly climbed in the back beside Elain. 

“It’s not a big deal–”

“Does Cassian know that?” Gwyn teased. Nesta glanced in the rearview mirror at her, eyes sharp.

“Does Az know?” Nesta retorted.

“Oh hey, come on,” Emerie interjected as Elain sat forward, looking at Gwyn.

“You like Az?” she asked curiously. Gwyn was staring daggers at Nesta. The last thing she needed was Nesta’s busybody sister telling everyone that she liked Azriel.

Emerie smacked Nesta in the arm. “Way to be a bitch.”

“Elain isn’t going to say anything,” Nesta protested while Elain nodded, hand over her heart.

“I swear. I’m just surprised…he doesn’t seem like your type.”

“What does that mean?” Gwyn replied a touch too defensive.

“He’s—”

“An ass,” Nesta interrupted firmly. “And you’re not.”

“Huge ass,” Elain agreed solemnly. “Multiple girls at once—”

“One night stands only,” Nesta added.

“How do you know this?” Emerie demanded, arms crossed over her chest. Nesta pulled onto the road that would take them back to her house where they would sleep for the night.

“Cassian told me—”

“Oh Cassian?” Gwyn demanded, grateful for the conversation to fall off her. “What else did Cassain say?”

The three gleefully piled on Nesta, letting Gwyn’s humiliation with beautiful Azriel fall by the wayside. As long as he didn’t know, Gwyn didn’t care.

After all. The heart wanted what the heart wanted.

PRESENT DAY- 10 years later

Azriel felt a hand on his shoe, gripping before he was ripped from beneath the car he was working on. He grumbled, staring up into the face of his best friend. Cassian grinned, practically dripping with sweat.

“C’mon,” Cassian complained as Azriel sat up. “You’re gonna miss your fucking flight.”

Azriel wiped an equally sweaty forehead on his grease stained arm. 

“One more quick job,” he said, as if that had ever been true. He owned a string of repair shops around the city and on top of managing his business, he still liked to work on cars. Azriel had never stopped liking that, though he spent more time than he preferred sitting in an office pouring over paperwork. There was something cathartic about fixing a problem.

“Leave it for someone else,” Cassian ordered. He was allowed to be bossy—Cassian was getting married. After ten long years of trying to lock Nesta Archeron down, Cassian had finally managed it. He’d had her their senior year of high school and a semester of college before she broke up with him, citing the long distance. Cassian had never quit, though. While Rhys and Azriel had chased anything that moved on two legs, Cassian had been fixated on his studies and his athletics, determined that when Nesta finished law school, he’d be the kind of man she wanted.

And fuck if it hadn’t paid off. Four years apart had made adults of them both. They dated four years, were engaged for two and now Nesta was getting her two week destination wedding on some beachy little island off Italy courtesy of her younger sister's husband. The whole thing was paid for by Vanserra money so long as they kept it relatively small. It was practically a high school reunion. One Azriel wanted to attend, anyway. He knew Nesta’s old high school friends would be there and obviously Cassian had never grown out of him and Rhys. 

More Vanserra’s, which Azriel could live without, and a few others he ought to have known but didn’t. 

Azriel was also the only person without a plus one, at least in the immediate wedding party. Nesta had all but begged him to bring someone. How did he explain there was no one? Some people were destined for marriage, like Cassian and others were destined for sloppy one nights that ended awkwardly. He fell into the latter camp. 

Azriel slid beneath the car before Cassian could stop him, tightening everything up before he emerged, still filthy on the oil splattered cement floor.

“This place will live two weeks without you,” Cassian informed him, like Cassian had the first inkling of what it took to run his shops. Still, Azriel had agreed and wanted to support Cassian and Nesta, who were practically like a brother and sister to him now. 

“I need to shower,” Azriel told him, offering no more acknowledgement than that. “And get my shit. What time does the flight leave?”

“Six hours, but you know Nes is already freaking out. Shit is already messed up–”

“What happened?” Azriel asked, climbing into the passenger seat of Cassian’s SUV. He coached football for the local community college and was always hauling his gear around. Cassian could have gone pro and Azriel wondered if Nesta knew he’d given that up for her. 

“Gwyn’s boyfriend broke up with her–”

“Who is Gwyn?” Azriel interrupted, trying to keep all Nesta’s friends straight in his head. Cassian glanced over, pulling out onto the street.

“You remember Gwyn. From highschool? She’s got the reddish brown hair, the blue eyes—”

“Oh fuck, the girl in all those musicals. I remember her,” he agreed, though he remembered her just barely. Cute as fuck and so quiet Azriel had never been able to figure out what to say to her. She was overshadowed by Nesta, always half a step behind just watching. Azriel could appreciate that, given how loud Rhys and Cassian had been. 

“Why’d he dump her?”

Cassian shrugged. “She dodged a fucking bullet if you ask me. That dude was pretentious as fuck, thought he was so goddamn smart. Imagine lecturing Lucien goddamn Vanserra on American soccer. Because he did last Christmas. He thought he knew everything.”

Azriel could imagine it, though he wouldn’t have. There had always been a weird rivalry between him and Vanserra in high school over Elain Archeron, as if she’d ever looked at either of them twice. Still, they’d tried, and Vanserra had won in college. Azriel didn’t begrudge him his wife or his nice life but that didn’t mean he liked him, either.

The feeling was mutual. 

“Nesta’s freaking out,” Cassian continued. “She had it all planned on even numbers with her and the girls.”

“Huh,” was all Azriel could think to say. It seemed like Nesta had been freaking out about everything since Cassian asked her to marry him. Azriel wasn’t sure what the big fuss was. How difficult was planning a wedding, in the scheme of things? It seemed like Nesta made it more complicated when, at its more barest essentials, was supposed to be about her and Cassian confirming they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. 

While Cassian unloaded his frustrations about the wedding, Azriel very quickly showered and grabbed his suitcase and passport. Time was ticking and the closer they got to their flights departure, the antsier Cassian became. Four hours. That was the window Nesta wanted them all to be at the airport. To do what, who knew? Azriel wanted to die by the time they got there, rolled out of the uber, and into the modern airport. Cassian had a bag he needed to check but Azriel only had his rolling suitcase and a backpack—more than enough for two weeks. He figured he could iron out his suit when he arrived. He sure as fuck wasn’t risking an airline losing his bag just so it showed up a little nicer. 

By the time they got through security, it was clear he and Cassian were the last ones to arrive. Nesta was pacing, arms crossed over her dark sweatshirt. She relaxed her body, though her eyes stayed tight and to avoid a fight, Azriel held up both hands.

“Blame me,” he told her as she hugged Cassian. “I had to take a shower.”

She exhaled. “No, it’s fine. We’re early.”

Cassian looked over Nesta’s head at Azriel, eyes wide as if to say obviously. 

“Is everyone here?” Cassian asked. Azriel drifted, dropping into an ugly gray chair close to the window. He set his bag just beneath his feet and fished out his phone from his pocket, checking his messages for the first time that day. The girl from last weekend was still texting, so obviously hopeful something was going to come out of it. Azriel didn’t know how much more clear he could be without just hurting her feelings. He’d said he didn’t want a relationship and he’d meant it. She, like too many others, was convinced she could change his mind, if the half naked picture staring him in the face was any indication. 

Azriel’s eyes drifted towards the terminal he was sitting in. Cassian was holding Nesta, her chin on his chest while she rapid fire spoke to him. Not far was Elain Vanserra, head on Lucien Vanserra’s shoulder staring down at her phone while he dozed. How long had they been here, Azriel wondered. 

He recognized Emerie from instagram—he’d been following her since she opened a clothing boutique not far from one of his auto bodies. She had her fingers laced with Rhys’s cousin Mor, knuckles to her lips while she spoke quietly. Feyre Archeron was on the other side of Mor making polite conversation with Rhys, who looked so utterly bored Azriel wondered what Feyre could possibly be saying. 

A few seats away from him, sitting diagonally, was Gwyn. He recognized her, though might not have known her name if Cassian hadn’t told him in the car. Coppery brown hair was pulled off her face in twin plaits. Tight leggings encased slim legs and an equally athletic top gave Azriel the general shape of her. Had she been this hot in high school? He genuinely could not remember. 

Head buds in her ears, Gwyn didn’t notice he was staring but Azriel did. Her teal eyes were glazed over, framed by dark lashes. Her full lips were shiny, her nose covered in the softest dusting of freckles. This was the newly single friend of Nestas? 

She blew out a breath, eyes snagging on his. He raised a hand to say hey, as if they’d ever been that sort of friend, embarrassed she’d caught him. Gwyn pulled her headphones out, surprising lighting over her features.

“Oh hey,” she said, her voice soft and pretty. Could voices even be pretty? Hers was. Azriel stretched out his legs, feeling strangely tight. 

“Hey,” he replied, suddenly unsure what he should even say. “You’re coming too?”

“Gangs all here,” she agreed cheerfully, tucking her own legs beneath her body. Gwyn tapped her fingers against her thighs and Azriel noted they weren’t painted. He didn’t know why, but he liked that. Every girl he spent time with made such a fuss over their nails, but Azriel worked in oil. Was covered in it. Maybe he liked the thought of someone who didn’t seem to mind if she wasn’t done up all the time. Someone he could put his grease stained hands on.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t know this woman.

“Wish we didn’t have to get here so early, though,” Gwyn added conspiratorially. “I’m more of a running through the airport kind of girl myself.”

Azriel snorted. “Nesta is particular.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” she smiled and Azriel felt stupid in the light of it. “She deserves it, though, so I’ll be on time.”

Azriel nodded. “Cassian doesn’t. He’s still a bastard.”

She smiled again. “Best man?”

“Yup.”

Gwyn grinned. “Maid of honor. I guess we’ll be spending more time together.”

Hell yes.

“Lucky me, Gwyn,” he replied smoothly, privately delighted when she grinned ear to ear. 

“And here I was thinking you didn’t remember my name.”

“I saw Guys and Dolls,” he told her. That was true—Cassian had dragged both him and Rhys because Nesta had some small part and he had just started dating her. “You were Lola.”

Gwyn beamed, an absurd thing given that had been ten years ago.

“What do you do now?”

“Teach,” she replied easily. “College history. What about you?”

“Mechanic,” he replied, wondering if that made him look dumb. “I’ve got a bunch of shops.”

“Oh yeah! Emerie mentioned that, I totally forgot. How cool,” she said without an ounce of smug superiority. Azriel relaxed. Sometimes women liked to act like he was beneath them or they were doing him a favor just because he’d skipped out on college.

“Do you have a good seat?” she asked him. Azriel shook his head.

“I procrastinated. I’m in a middle seat.”

“Sit with me,” she offered. “It’ll make me feel like less of a loser and, as a bonus, you can have an aisle seat.”

Azriel pressed his lips together, eyebrows raised. “Awfully generous of you.”

“You can pay me back later by getting shit face drunk with me when we’re up in the air. We’ll need it given we’re across from Nesta and Cassian. They’re trying to join the mile high club.”

“Jesus Christ,” Azriel swore with a chuckle. “He doesn’t fit in one of those bathrooms.”

Gwyn nodded. “You’d be doing me a huge favor. No one will ask me about Jonathon.”

Jonathan. “Am I allowed to ask?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Maybe a little vodka will change your mind.”

She laughed. “I’ll take that wager.”

Competitive. He liked that. Azriel’s eyes swept over the terminal, catching on Nesta’s for just a moment. She was watching him, some unreadable expression on her face. Did she think he was up to something? Gwyn was nice and he was bored. He could make a friend, surely.

He shot Nesta a look back, one he hoped communicated he wasn’t up to anything nefarious, before turning back to Gwyn.

“If you get shitfaced, don’t ask me to carry your bags for you.”

“It’s gonna be you that’s shitfaced,” she shot back. “This is a nine hour flight. I’ve got nothing but time to drink you stupid.”

“Too late, Gwyn. I’m already stupid.”

She laughed, head thrown back, face filled with amusement. Fuck, but Azriel would have given anything to hear her laugh like that again. It was just a little pre-vacation magic, that was all. 

And Azriel desperately needed a little fun. 

GWYN:

True to her word, Nesta and Cassian were making out before everyone was even on board. Azriel was beside her, shoving his bag overhead since Nesta and Cassian’s things had to join their overhead bin. It was two spacious seats—big enough she could have curled her legs against Jonathon’s if she wanted to. 

She didn’t dare look at Azriel’s, stretched impossibly long into the seat in front of them. He was in basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt. It ought to have looked sloppy at best but with a face like his, he made it look like runway. He ran a broad hand through his thick, dark hair before turning to look at her with exasperation.

“Told you,” she said, pleased to be right. 

“Trade me,” he replied, as if Gwyn would ever give up a window seat. If the plane was going to crash, Gwyn needed to be able to watch the entire time. She could be a control freak that way.

Shaking her head, Gwyn pushed closer to her open window, looking down at the people in neon yellow vests loading up the luggage. She caught sight of her buttery yellow bag moments before it vanished. Good. This was a non-stop flight and she didn’t want to lose her bag. 

She relaxed into her seat. 

“Nope.”

“Tell me about Jonathon.”

She almost choked. As if she was going to tell Azriel, a literal Greek God come to life, anything about Jonathon. Everyone was dying to know and Gwyn had told a little white lie to keep her friends off her back. He dumped me meant everyone offered sympathy and generally didn’t bring him up.

I dumped him because he wanted to get married sounded a lot worse. It made her sound like a bitch even to her own ears. It was just…Jonathon was so pretentious, thought he was better than everyone because he had a PhD in literature, of all fucking things. He couldn’t write to save his life, despite talking about being a writer all the time. And Gwyn was tired of listening to self-aggrandizing lectures, his endless philosophizing, his moralizing. 

Case and point—Jonathon would never have agreed to get drunk on a plane with her. And if he’d caught Cassian and Nesta making out? He would have complained endlessly about how common people were. He couldn’t just have fun.

Scratch that. He wouldn’t have fun. And as the wedding drew closer, Gwyn panicked. She wanted a laid back vacation and when the words marriage came out of Jonathon’s lips, she’d asked to break up. She’d have to face the music and tell Nesta and Emerie eventually. Just not now.

Not when Emerie was showing off her new relationship with Mor and Nesta was focused on her impending nuptials. Gwyn could spend two weeks with her bare ass in the sand getting drunk in the sun and no one could stop her.

“Don’t ask me about Jonathon,” Gwyn replied easily. Azriel smiled—smirked, really—and she wished he wouldn’t. She’d forgotten all about her high school crush on him until she’d seen him in the airport. Azriel was aging like fine wine. He was absurdly attractive, more masculine than he’d ever been at eighteen. He was all broad muscle and smooth, brown skin set against the most incredible bone structure. And when his hazel eyes fell on her, Gwyn wanted to melt into her chair. 

“C’mon,” he cajoled. “If you can’t tell a total stranger something this personal, who can you tell?”

She started to respond, but the captain’s announcements and the stewardess silenced them both. Even Cassian and Nesta pulled apart long enough to watch the safety procedures. Azriel didn’t say another word to her until they were up in the air and that same stewardess was offering drinks. “Vodka sprite,” Azriel said easily, nodding towards Gwyn. “And jack and coke.”

“Are you ordering for me?” she demanded, wondering what it said about her that he’d guessed right.

“We can swap if you want,” was his easy reply. Gwyn had to look beyond him at Cassian and Nesta, back to kissing again. She didn’t know which was worse. 

Gwyn took her soda and her little mini bottles, shooting one back just as quickly as she could get the plastic red cap off. Azriel watched, mouth agape.

“Am I that bad of company?” he asked her, his tone laced with amusement. 

“Jonathon was an asshole,” she said, dumping the other little bottle into her plastic cup. “He wanted to get married.”

“Oh God. Not married,” Azriel teased. “I can see why that would be horrifying.”

“He was arrogant,” she tried to explain, unsure why it mattered if Azriel knew at all. “He thought he was better than everyone else and he never would have dated me if he thought I was smarter and that bothered me.”

“You need to be smarter than your boyfriend?” Azriel questioned, pushing open his soda with long fingers. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“No,” she said a shade too breathlessly. “But I don’t want someone dating me because they think I’m not as smart.”

“Ah, gotcha. So you dumped him?”

“It’s our secret, Az,” she informed him in her bossiest tone. “If Nesta finds out, she’ll try and set me up with one of her friends when we get back and they’re all lawyers.”

“Another unforgivable crime,” Azriel said with mock graveness. She watched, teeth biting her bottom lip, as he took a drink. She could have been eighteen again, if eighteen year old her had been able to string together six words to say to him. 

“I just want two weeks of uninterrupted fun,” Gwyn said, taking her own drink if only to calm her nerves. The rushing air of the plane was soothing, settling some of her nerves while the alcohol made her warm. 

“No strings attached fun? My specialty,” Azriel replied with an easy smile. God, she bet it was. “I’m single too, you know.”

“So is Feyre,” Gwyn was stupid to reply. Azriel scoffed.

“She’s been fucking Rhys for years.”

Gwyn gaped. “Does Nesta know?”

He shrugged. “I don’t partake in the gossip, I only know what Rhys tells me–”

“That’s the literal definition of gossiping,” she informed him. He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

“It’s engaging in a fact based discussion. I know more about naked Archerons than I ever wanted to.”

She didn’t bother asking if he’d ever gotten with Elain. She was very married, curled against Lucien’s shoulder just two rows back. It didn’t matter. 

“Well, if it helps, Nesta once sent us all a picture of Cassian’s penis so we could see it.”

“God, okay, that’s worse,” Azriel agreed with a strangled laugh. “Never do that to me.”

“How would I—”

He turned in his seat, holding his nearly empty cup. “You want no strings fun, right? And to keep your friends off your back? Hello, my name is Azriel. I’m your man these next two weeks.” God, she was going to puke. There was no way he was being serious. 

“That’s not what I meant,” she said before throwing back the rest of her drink. 

He shrugged those broad shoulders. “It doesn’t have to be like that. I’m not immune to Nesta’s antics, you know. Her lawyer friends are…”

“Stuck up?” Gwyn guessed. 

Azriel laughed. “Something like that. It could be pretend but if we’re being honest, I’d like it if it wasn’t.”

Oh God, oh God. She licked her lips. She was hallucinating. The plane was spiraling towards the earth and she’d blacked out due to lack of oxygen. He was—

“We could beat Nesta and Cassian to that bathroom,” he added, watching her carefully. Gauging, she realized. 

Gwyn swallowed. She couldn’t believe she was entertaining this. If he’d been anyone else she would have laughed in his face. “There should be rules.”

“Hit me with them,” he said agreeably, his focus wholly on her. 

“Just two weeks. Nothing else,” she breathed, wondering if the sex would live up to her now active imagination. Surely something had to give. He was compensating somewhere, she bet. Small dick, a quick fuck. She’d do this and he’d disappoint her and she’d be able to relax.

“Works for me.”

“We tell no one that this means nothing,” she added. 

“Who would I tell? My friends aren’t exactly lining up to talk to me.”

“If we get caught I’ll blame this on you.”

“Harsh but I’ll take it. C’mon. Come to the bathroom with me.”

“You know all the right things to say,” she replied dryly. 

But she was going to do it, damn her. 

AZRIEL:

Maybe Nesta was right to be suspicious of him. She was still sucking face with Cassian three hours into the flight. The lights were off, shades closed and the stewardesses had retreated. He and Gwyn had been talking and watching a movie, waiting for the right moment. He’d never done this before and his heart was pounding. If they got caught he was sure they’d be banned and how the fuck would he get home, then? By boat? 

He was willing to risk it. Stretching his legs, Azriel slid into the aisle and walked past rows of sleeping people for the bathroom. It wasn’t as small as he’d thought it would be but was hardly big enough to do anything but hold her up against the sink and fuck her stupid. Maybe, he’d be able to get on his knees and eat her out, but that seemed like it was pushing it. 

He kept the door unlocked and when it pulled open, Gwyn slid right in like she was utterly alone.

“Did anyone see you?” he asked breathlessly.

“Nope,” she replied, so deliciously close he could smell the soft, sweet smell of whatever shampoo she wore wafting off her.

“Good,” he whispered, reaching for her face. He knew they had to be somewhat quick and yet he needed to kiss her, to grope just a little. Otherwise she wouldn’t be wet and it wouldn’t be fun for her. Two weeks of easy pussy was the best deal Azriel ever made. 

Gwyn kissed him back, hands at her sids at that first touch. 

Hurry up, motherfucker, his cock screamed at him. Grumbling to himself, Azriel used that moment to reach beneath her cute ass and haul her up against the sink. Her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll in his head. He was semi-hard just at the thought of fucking on the plane but now he was nearly fully erect.

His tongue swept into her mouth as she slid her hands beneath his shirt, feeling the muscle just beneath. Women liked that which was good, because Azriel liked pleasing women. He swallowed the urge to be noisy in favor of palming her breast through her shirt and bra. 

No time, hurry up.

Gwyn seemed to be thinking the same, yanking his shorts off his hips. She broke the kiss to look, those big teal eyes widening at the sight of his thick, large cock. He couldn’t suppress a grin even as he said, “Hips up, baby.”

She did, letting him shimmy her out of her leggings and striped pink underwear. She was nearly bare save for a neatly trimmed strip of copper hair he immediately wanted to put his face in. There was no way he’d fit, not even if he knelt sideways.

“I’m gonna eat that pussy when we land,” he told her, kissing against her jaw while using his thumb to rub against her clit. She’d taken the base of his cock, stroking it in her soft, small hand.

He just barely fit and the sight was doing it for him. 

“All men say that,” she replied, challenge sparking in her eyes. 

“Trust me,” he whispered, digging out the condom he had in his wallet to roll it over his cock. She was slick enough and he hardly had the time to see her drenched. Six hours and they’d be at the resort Vanserra set up. He’d find her room and put that pretty body on his face for hours. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing himself into her. She gasped, nails digging through the fabric of his shirt. “You’re fucking tight.”

She took a breath, licking the side of his neck. Gwyn began nipping little bites before soothing over his skin, the sensation driving him wild. He wanted to fuck this woman with the proper space. There was no time for regret, not when he was seated in her. One palm braced on the sink, Azriel thrust into her tight, wet pussy while his other hand when back to rubbing at her clit. He’d feel her come or he’d get banned from flying ever again.

“That’s it,” he praised when her skin began to flush the prettiest shade of pink. “You fuck my cock so well, baby.”

She curled a hand at the nape of his neck, threading her fingers through his hair to tug. Her breath and the wet slap of their skin was the only sound Azriel could hear as he prayed no one walked by. There would be no denying what was happening in here.

She was panting. “So needy,” he praised, his release pooling in the base of his shaft. “Are you going to come all over my cock, baby? Make a mess of me.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, arching against him. She tightened and Azriel sped up, thrusting into her roughly, chasing the building pleasure until he was nearly delirious with it. Azriel pressed his mouth against hers, privately impressed he was keeping his rhythm despite all the things he was trying to do with his body. 

Gwyn bit his bottom lip hard, causing him to clench his ass to keep from coming. He was so fucking close, needed to push her over that ledge, too. Gwyn panted, kissing him frantically. He felt her come apart—her clit shuddered against his thumb while her pussy convulsed against him with wave after wave after wave, milking his own release from his aching cock. He jerked into her, pushing further until there was nowhere to go. 

If that's what she felt with a condom on, how would she feel without one? He didn’t think he wanted to know. Still, he kissed her again and again, until his pulsating heart stopped throbbing in his balls and he could pull out of her without wanting to die.

“Good?” he asked her, cupping her face.

“Good,” she agreed. She was quick to pull up her pants and adjust her shirt, look herself over in the mirror before walking right out as if he wasn’t standing right there with a half hard dick wrapped in a filled condom. He admired her confidence. 

Closing the door quickly, Azriel found a little trash can. He wrapped the condom up in a layer of toilet paper, yanked up his own pants, and washed his hands before emerging a respectable amount of time later. Anyone watching them carefully might realize what had happened.

And lucky for them, no one was. When he returned, wobbling against the rocking plane, Gwyn was curled back up, eyes on a new movie starting on the screen in front of her. Azriel grabbed one of the earbuds and jammed it into his own, plopping into his seat with a groan. He’d be asleep in ten minutes if he was lucky.

“Don’t forget,” he murmured, leaning his head close to hers. 

Gwyn smiled.

“I won’t.” 

[justsomeclintasha]

“You coming back in the field or what? They’ve had me paired with Fredericks. Never thought I’d miss your sorry ass.”

“Two more weeks of physical therapy and I’ll be good to go.”

“Thank God.” The agent laughs as he ducks into one of the medical rooms. Clint flexes his arm, the fresh stitches pulling tight. If it were up to him, he would have just ignored it, but unfortunately, it wasn’t up to him.

He’s just about to head back to his quarters when there’s a commotion down the hall.

Well, that’s putting it lightly.

Three agents run past him, weapons drawn. An alarm blares loudly from the speaker above him, and yet another man sprints by.

“What the hell…?” He follows, and the source quickly becomes apparent.

“She took my fucking gun!”

“Put it down!”

“Fuck this, just shoot her!”

“I said put it down!”

Clint barges past them, angling himself in front of the cornered redhead, and ignoring the gun in her hand.

“What happened?”

“She took-“

“I’m asking her!” he snaps. The room falls silent. The archer is levels above them. No one will dare to challenge him. “Get out. All of you.”

“But sir-“

“Now.” One by one, they file out, and the door shuts with a soft click. He turns to face her. She doesn’t lower her weapon. A shiny silver handcuff hangs from only one wrist. He cocks his head, considering, but there’s no fear in his eyes.

“Disarm,” she orders. Slowly, he reaches for his gun and hands it to her. She stuffs it in the back pocket of her jeans.

“You wanna tell me what happened?”

“No.”

“Okay. I’m going to get something out of my jacket. Don’t shoot me.” He pulls out a small lock pick tool and a tablet. He tosses the tool on one end of the bed and sits on the other. She quickly removes the cuff. If he notices her hand is trembling, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he pulls up a game on his tablet and ignores her. For several minutes, it’s silent.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing chess.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it.”

“I have a gun. I could kill you.”

“Yep.”

Her footsteps are quiet as she paces the room. She stops at the window, looking out to the courtyard, the gun still in her hand.

“I panicked,” she admits, her voice so low he has to strain to hear her. “The doctor tried to restrain me and I just…” She swallows, shaking her head. “I fucked it up, Clint.”

“No, you didn’t. That was his fault. Not yours. We don’t do that shit here. You’re not in trouble.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I said so.” She sets the weapons on the windowsill, moving to join him on the bed. Absently, she rubs her wrist, watching him move chess pieces on the tablet screen.

“Are you any good?”

“Absolutely not.” The corner of his mouth curls into a smile, and he tilts the screen so she can see better.

“Can you do it?”

“Do what?”

“My medical exam.” He reaches for the paperwork and scans over it.

“I think so. It looks pretty basic. You okay with that?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Height and weight first.” They move through a series of simple, routine tests, and he checks off the papers. “Heart rate, temperature, I’m not sure what this means but it’s probably fine. Oh let me look in your ears with this little flashlight thing.” He shines the light in each ear, then writes something down. “Mhm, definitely potatoes growing in there.”

“What?”

“I don’t know, it’s an expression. I’m the last person to judge anyone’s ears,” he says with a grin, motioning towards his hearing aid. “Alright, last thing is bloodwork. You good?”

“Yeah.” She looks anywhere but her arm as he ties a rubber strap around it and preps the needle.

“Little pinch,” he murmurs as he slides it in her skin. She doesn’t flinch, but he rubs his thumb soothingly on her arm anyway as the vial fills. “You’re okay. Almost done. Deep breath.”

“It doesn’t make you less, you know,” she blurts out. He raises an eyebrow in question. “Your hearing aids. It doesn’t.”

“I know.” He places a band aid carefully on her arm. It’s bright purple, with cartoon dogs on it she doesn’t recognize, but one is wearing a police hat. “All done. I think we should go celebrate now with some burgers and a milkshake.”

“Just like that?” After everything, she expected punishment, not his typical carefree attitude and a smile.

“Yeah, Natasha. Just like that.“

[manonblaqkbeak]

Family Time

good morning/afternoon/evening/night. hope you’re all doing well and staying safe!!!! i have a rowaelin fic that i wanted to post before rowaelin month started since im focusing on those prompts atm

i cant wait to see what everyone has in store for rowaelin month, im very much looking forward to it!

enjoy! :)

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The day that Aelin had been looking forward to was finally here.

She and Rowan were going to spend a week in their spot in the forest. A week was longer than usual, but it was much needed. Not only had she and Rowan been working extremely hard to the point where they weren't going to bed until the middle of the night, his family was arriving to Orynth to visit for a few weeks in a week and a half.

And not just a few members of his family, almost the entire Whitethorn family was coming, with the exception of a few—namely Sellene, who would be gifting them with personal letters and presents, and those that were too old or just didn't feel like making such a long journey.

Aelin was looking forward to it, to meeting those she hadn't, to hearing others perspectives on Rowan's childhood. Her mate, however...not so much. Rowan was looking forward to catching up with the cousins that he liked, but not so much for the meddlesome ones. He warned her that whatever secrets that people were hiding wouldn't be secrets anymore, that the nosy ones liked to make a game to see who could learn the most secrets.

Aelin admitted that could be a problem, but in his letter, Enda claimed that everyone would be on their best behaviour.

Rowan wasn't entirely convinced. And not just because of that, he was worried that the conversation of when Aelin and Rowan were going to have children was going to be brought up as Rowan had written that they were forbidden from doing so.

Months ago, only several weeks after the war, after a meeting with the Lords and Ladies of Terrasen, Aelin and Rowan came to the decision to wait for a while to have children after Lord Gunnar had brought up the topic of heirs. Aelin could still remember the silence, at her speechlessness of how suddenly it was mentioned. How Rowan had turned to Lord Gunnar and demanded not just to him, but to everyone around them, that it was a private matter between the Queen and himself, and that it was not up for public discussion.

It wasn't a very long conversation—they both wanted to have a family, but Aelin wasn't ready. She was having nightmares from her time with Maeve and Cairn, and throwing pregnancy in the mix just screamed disastrous.

Rowan took her hands in his large warm ones and promised that he would wait for as long as she wanted. Whether it was one year, five years, or one hundred, he would wait until she was ready and willing.

Aelin had never loved him more.

Since then, Rowan was taking a contraceptive tonic. It hadn't taken very long for it to spread around the castle, but neither Aelin or Rowan would let others opinions change their minds.

And it wasn't like they were completely without family. They had their friends and Fleetfoot, with the canine joining them on their week long getaway.

Aelin and Rowan helped the servants set up the Royal tent and the square wooden table where they would be eating and playing chess and card games. There were a few books that Aelin was very much looking forward to reading, too.

Aelin was excited for this week away, to forgo her corsets, dresses, pants and breast-bands. She was determined to stay in Rowan's shirts and her slippers the entire time.

So the moment that everything was set up, the trays of sweet and savoury foods on the table, and the servants and guards were gone, Aelin stripped down to nothing, swaying her hips the way that Rowan liked when she spotted him drinking her in and slipped on one of his shirts and put on her well loved slippers.

Grabbing the picnic blanket from one of the chests, Aelin turned to see Fleetfoot sniffing hungrily at the trays of food, moving closer with each second that passed. Just as she was about to inhale the food, Rowan took the pup out of her misery and feed her a handful of sliced fermented sausage.

Aelin smiled at the sight. Rowan might grumble about the mess Fleetfoot made and how she kept slobbering on his pillow but Aelin knew he loved her—even when she ate his socks.

Aelin set up the blanket and pillows against a thick oak tree, ready for her week of relaxation.

X X X X X X

Aelin's stomach was near to bursting. She hadn't intended to eat that much food, since there was a leg of lamb and chopped root vegetables roasting in the cauldron above the fire, but everything was just too good to have just the once. She ate and ate until there was nothing but crumbs left.

She didn't regret it, however.

She was close to sleeping as Rowan ran a free hand through her scalp as he used the other to read. Her head was on his lap, the sun was warm, and from the happy yips that were coming from the woods, Fleetfoot was having a fun time running around.

Aelin glanced at her husband, his face relaxed as he read his book. And she had no idea why, but she found herself saying: “What would you look like with a beard?”

Rowan blinked, the only surprise he'd show at the question. “Like an old man,” he answered after a moment.

“You are an old man.”

He flicked her ear, and then went back to running his fingers through her scalp. “I grew a beard, once, when I was young. I looked like my father.”

“So you looked very handsome, then.” Rowan had taken up sketching in the quiet moments. He had drawn his parents and they were a very attractive couple. Rowan inherited his fathers hair, eyes, nose and sharp jawline, but got his mother's lips, cheekbones and eyebrows.

They had died long ago, but Aelin would have liked to have met them. Rowan said that they would have liked her, eventually, as he believed that they wouldn't have known what to do with her at first.

Aelin gave Rowan a big smile as the question formed in her mind. And since Rowan knew her so well, he said, “No.”

“You don't even know what I was going to say!” She protested, but it was a lie.

“I am not growing a beard.”

“Please, for me? Just a little one?”

“No.”

“How about some stubble?”

He sighed, exasperated, knowing that there was no point in arguing. “Fine. I'll grow some stubble and that's it.”

“Mm-hmm. Whatever you say, buzzard.”

He sighed again, but there was a small smile on his lips. He returned to his book, and telling her what it was about when Aelin asked. It made her heart swell that her warrior found time to read, as he admitted to her months ago that he never really had the opportunity when he was sworn to Maeve.

Not wanting to ruin today with thoughts of her, Aelin grabbed her own book by her pillow and read, luxuriating in Rowan's warmth and love and in the company of a good book.

X X X X X X

Aelin was losing, but she made sure that the irritation that was coursing through her didn't show on her face. Playing chess with an experience strategist was an absurd idea, but she was determined not to quit.

Rowan had been wanting for her to make her move. Had been waiting for fifteen minutes. Fleetfoot was by her feet, but she was just waiting for the roast lamb to be done.

Five minutes later, Aelin finally made her move. Her eyes flicked up towards Rowan, but his face was stone. He made his move in a blink of an eye. “Checkmate.”

Fire coated her throat as Aelin screeched in frustration, which just made Rowan laugh. Fleetfoot howled and ran off.

Aelin grumbled under her breath as she put away the chess board (for now, they would definitely be playing again once Aelin had more food in her stomach) while Rowan put their dinner on the plates, smiling all the while. Behind him, his mate vowed that she would beat him one day at chess. His smile widened.

Rowan knew that if he said he could beat her even with a blind-fold on, she would go on about how big his head was.

Fleetfoot came back, getting in the way of his feet as he put his and Aelin's dinner down. He gave Fleetfoot the plate reserved for her, using his powers to cool it down, not missing Aelin's soft smile as he did so.

They ate dinner in companionable silence, with Rowan's thoughts on his cousins. He was sure that he wasn't going to get a single thing done while they were visiting. Or if he did, he knew that some of his cousins would want to intrude.

Thinking about it more, he knew that they were going to intrude. Enda had written in-between the lines that there were some cousins that didn't really believe that Rowan was King-Consort and would only believe it once they saw him in action.

That they would actually believe once they saw him in his crown.

And even then, he was sure that there'd be at least one or two that still wouldn't believe it.

Rowan would let them think whatever they wanted about him, it wouldn't matter to him.

Maybe he should have just invited Enda and his mate—but Aelin was looking forward to meeting his family, so he would just deal with it.

It would only be a couple of weeks, possibly three. At best, four, since it was a long journey. He could last.

Rowan could do it, he would just have to block them out if they became too much. He had done that in the past.

“If you keep furrowing your brows like that, they'll replace your eyes,” Aelin said, slathering a fresh slice of bread with butter and running it through the left over gravy on her plate.

Rowan grunted but tried to relax his forehead. It took him a minute longer than it should have.

Later on, they went for a late night swim. Which was slowly turning into something more, up until Fleetfoot jumped into the water with them, saturating them further.

It was the best first day that Aelin could have asked for, and was very much looking forward to the rest of the week.

X X X X X X

Aelin woke up to one of her favourite sights. Rowan shirtless, sleeping on his stomach, his tattooed arm curled around Fleetfoot who slept between them all night. The hounds golden head half on Rowan's pillow, her paws stretching towards Aelin, her furry face soft in sleep.

Smiling, Aelin shuffled closer, and wrapped her own arms around the pup, her fingers just touching Rowan.

Joyful, Aelin fell back asleep, a smile still on her face.

[kikidewynter]

anyway i mention my pierce headcanons a lot but i’ve never put them all in a post before so

he comes from an upper middle class family. his mom’s a lawyer and his dad plays an instrument in a professional orchestra

he’s an only child, and bc pierce gives me the impression that he craves validation and praise for his work, i think his parents never really gave him that much attention. his dad was usually out of town for work, and his mom either stayed late at the office or brought all her work home with her. when he did something worthy of praise, he didn’t really get it enthusiastically—just a quick “good job,” or “keep it up,” because they were so busy or because they had high expectations for him anyway

he might not be the best singer but he has a big interest in music. he took classical piano & violin lessons growing up (explaining his canon interest in classical music) and would wear cute little tuxedos to his recitals. he started playing around with making his own music and decided it was something he wanted to pursue, so he studied music production in college

he grew up in the suburbs and went to a private high school in north stilwater where he was president of the chess club, in the band, etc. and he would always wear his school blazer & have expensive shoes. he made sure he always looked good in his uniform, maybe accessorising with a diamond earring

pierce has big prep vibes but his sr2 look also makes me think he’s kind of a jock. i think he’s into more chill sports (nothing too aggressive like football), like basketball, tennis, or badminton maybe. probably a little golf by srtt bc he likes flaunting his wealth like that

gay. i was on the fence for a while bc he’s romanceable by anyone in sriv but then i realised that volition making all the characters playersexual while never clarifying what their identities are and giving us any real lgbt rep is evil so i’m not taking it as canon. pierce gay !

grew up admiring the vice kings. they were just so cool and stylish (if you’ve seen their early concept art u know what i’m talking abt). he would walk past them on his way home from school n give them a lil fist bump but his parents didn’t want him hanging around or making friends w gang members so that was kinda the extent of his affiliation

while studying in college, he gets an apprenticeship at kingdom come records. it’s cool at first, he gets to sit in on sessions and learn abt different equipment and techniques and recording processes. but as time goes by he gets sent on more and more shady errands until he’s basically just doing vice king jobs. it pays well and it’s fun, so he doesn’t really mind. he officially joins the gang and drops out of college

his parents disapprove but he doesn’t really tell them what he’s up to bc he knows they’d cut him off, so he just says he got a permanent job at kingdom come

aaaand then he gets arrested. i figure sometime near the end of sr1 when the saints are coming down hard on the vice kings n they lost all the connections king had that kept them out of jail

but it’s cool bc he meets gat and shaundi

he gets out n gets his tattoo about a year before the boss wakes up. probably feels a little lost bc he’s like 24 now and there are no vice kings and he can’t exactly go back to work at kingdom come, he doesn’t even have any qualifications. so he goes back to college and his parents are willing to pay but warn that it’s the last time. then of course the boss wakes up and he ditches all that to roll with the saints bc he just. loves the freedom and the fun and the money and the sense of family

he and shaundi get a place together and they bicker a lot but they actually have a lot of fun living together. one time he brings a guy home from the club and dips into the bathroom for a few mins. when he comes back out, his date is sitting at the kitchen table listening to shaundi talk absolute shit bc it’s 3am and she’s blasted and got distracted looking for food and asked for his birth chart. bc she does that with like EVERY guy pierce dates and then gets back to him on whether she thinks they’re a good match or not. he tells her it’s all bullshit but really he thinks it’s cute that she’s looking out for him

wears sweats and crop tops when he’s chilling in the apartment/the crib

he gets invited over to johnny’s and he hangs out a little before AISHA comes down the stairs and he’s like HUH??? bc he was a vice king, he thought she was dead. anyway they end up talking bc aisha loves meeting new people and they become fast friends. their shared love of music means they’re always in aisha’s home recording studio making songs. even if they can’t be released, it’s nice for aisha to be able to sing again, and pierce is more than honoured to be making music with an r&b star

when the saints become celebrities, pierce thrives. he becomes the official face of the saints, gets his own sublabel under ultor to produce music and work w artists. he also gets his own talent agency and scouts new actors/models for the saints/ultor brand. he’s rich, he’s doing what he loves, and to make sure he’s always happy, he surrounds himself with suckups and other celebrities. he throws parties constantly because he loves the good vibes and the attention and being the host and life of the party. but deep down it’s not satisfying at all. i don’t think he knows what he really wants

i know it’s a lil joke but i’m taking pierce saying he does voice acting work for video games as canon. he also guest dj’s a few times a week for the classical music radio station. makes guest appearances in sitcoms and tv shows, and sometimes reality shows (like when someone suddenly has lunch w their famous friend? he’s that friend)

he has his own line of suits sold in planet saints

[emiefaunwrites]

Hi @emiefaunwrites! I’m back in the musical theater mood haha! Something’s got me thinking, what if Kei were to join the drama club in high school just like her Papa did? I bet Taka would be so proud of her! (And Leon too)! Maybe she’ll stumble upon some photos or videos of Taka on stage and she’ll get inspired by them! Not sure what her first performance would be in… maybe Mean Girls, Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen, Legally Blonde or whichever you come up with that fits Kei the best! If you don’t really see her in musical theater, then maybe she could join concert/jazz band instead and play the piano or whatever instrument you’d want her to play!

Heyyy again!!

Awww this is like super sweet! Yes, I freaking love this idea! I've been contemplating what Kei would grow up to be considering all the talents I've given her. I don't think she'll be famous like her parents (not even certain she'll be an Ultimate), but I love her dabbling in a hobby to feel closer to her Papa!

Yes yes yes. Let's freaking do this! Thank you as always for your ask and I hope you enjoy!!

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• Kei is a little girl with a LOT of ambition.

• She has two incredible parents after all - one who's super creative and successful and the other who's super clever and is the leader of Japan.

• So she has many hobbies growing up.

• Sports, video games, chess, music, Dungeons and Dragons...she goes through them all.

• But the one thing she really latches onto is acting.

• After stumbling across an old video one day of Taka on stage singing Stars, she decided she wanted to follow in his footsteps.

• So she asks her Daddy to teach her to sing - which he does for many years.

• And when she turns fifteen, she finally gets her chance in the spotlight.

• In a middle school adaption of The Wizard of Oz. And Kei lands the role of Dorothy.

• Her parents are over the moon and Leon offers to take over as musical director in his excitenent.

• Which Kei has to remind him that her school has a musical director already, it's lovely that he offered, really Dad, calm down...

• She spends a lot of time at rehearsals, many later finishes than normal.

• She's exhausted coming home but always spends time running lines with Taka (who's just stepped back from running as Prime Minister for a third term so has much more spare time).

• And of course, she has weekend singing lessons with Leon (who won't take no for an answer).

• But she does it without complaint and finally the day arrives.

• Her first show.

• She isn't able to see her parents before she goes backstage but gets multiple texts from them wishing her luck and saying how proud they are of her.

• Her friends in the show all wish her luck as well and she can't help but feel just a little nervous.

• But unlike her first recital, she nails it from the get go.

• Taka is floored by the emotion that his daughter can show on her face at such a young age.

• And Leon is overwhelmed at how amazing her falsetto is during Somewhere Over The Rainbow.

• Kei performs with everything she's got - making sure that she makes both her parents proud.

• And she makes sure to keep her costars' energy up too - complimenting them when they're backstage and hugging them whenever she can.

• And by the time the show is over, Leon is already figuring out how he can book seats to the rest of his little girl's shows and who he can get to come along.

• Kei gets the biggest round of applause (naturally) and a standing ovation from both her parents.

• And she is THOROUGHLY embarrassed when Leon drags her into a huge hug in front of all her friends - kissing the top of her head while gushing:

• 'My little girl! Oh my precious baby, you did so good! I'm so proud of you, you look so grown up!'

• 'Daaad!'

• 'I love you so much, my little sweet pea!'

• 'Dad!'

• 'Give our daughter some air, Leon.'

• Of course, Kei doesn't really mind. She loves a good cuddle with her parents in the evenings.

• So even though she whines and tries to push her emotional dad off of her, she does it all with a grin and a happy flush on her cheeks.

[leechtwinsfling]

Twisted Wonderland @ DISNEYLAND  [ Chapter 2  ]

✨ Twisted Wonderland FanFiction ❤

[ Disneyland Date Series - HEARTSLABYUL ]

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Going through the road that leads directly to the Queen of Hearts Castle, we finally arrive in a few minutes before lining up for the theater to open. Seeing others beginning to line up, we wait for a few more minutes. Ace munches on his popcorn as I reach for some too, but he pulls them away.

“You underestimated my popcorn eating.” he playfully glares at me getting me to raise a brow in disbelief.

“Really? Are you seriously going to finish all that and still be able to eat during the Unbirthday Party and Banquet Hall?” I remind him.

He thinks about it before agreeing, “Okay, fine.”

Smiling, I grab some popcorn to munch on as we sit on the steel rail for keeping the line consistent. Deuce joins my other side as he takes some popcorn from my hand.

“He’s the one who has the whole bucket!” I gasp seeing how much he took from my hand.

“He refused to share them with me.” Deuce states getting me to look at Ace who smiles innocently.

Continuing to wait, Cater takes more pictures of us as a group. Whenever you’re siting on a rail with a habit of being clumsy and unstable, let’s just say you’d eventually fall down. And that’s what happens as I feel my band slip during one of the group photos and I begin falling back. They all see this before grabbing onto me before falling to my doom and pulling me back up.

“I suggest not sitting on the rail.” Trey says getting me to whine.

“But it’s fun!” I argue.

“Not when you injure yourself.” Riddle sighs disapproving, “Anyways, the doors will open soon so you all get off.”

Reluctantly, the three of us do, and just like Riddle said, the staff members open the doorway to the theater. They direct all of us in a single file line before we enter the grande room. My eyes instantly widen at the scene in front of me as I feel myself stop to stare at the setting. It was an amazing place as the leather-like chairs are rose red with a white ceiling full of gold accents. All around the walls and the ceiling has amazing structure design as the middle of it has a dome showing a glass art. The stage has red velvet curtains and in front of it has a black box full of prepared musicians. 

I am getting drag along the road as I can’t stop myself from looking around. There are so many components making this fascinating theater. 

“[N/A]?” Trey calls getting me to break the daze, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just in awe.” I blush getting him to smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one.” he gestures to the others.

Riddle, Ace and Deuce look like children in a candy shop as Cater is taking millions of pictures. Giggling at their reactions, we find a row of seven seats getting us to instantly take it. Sitting between Trey and Riddle, the others sit beside the Prefect. Waiting for the show to begin, I give a glance to Riddle seeing his face of anticipation that makes him look incredibly adorable and child-like.

“He’s been waiting to come here ever since he was a kid.” Trey leans towards me whispering, “Every birthday, he wished to come here.”

I can feel my heart melting hearing such news.

“Trey!” Riddle blushes hearing his childhood friend spilling his secret, “Why did you tell [N/A]?!”

Trey chuckles guiltily as I give a quiet giggle. Before any bickering can start or continue, the lights begin dimming signalling the start of the show. 

Feeling Riddle’s excitement contagious, a smile begins spreading on my face as the theater with live music begins. As the show escalates about the Queen’s history, in the middle of it, I feel fingers crawling to my left hand before intertwining them with mine. Glancing over to Trey, he gives me a wink before focusing back onto the screen. Hoping the darkness of the theater hides my blush, I feel something land on my shoulder snuggling up to it. Looking down to find Riddle being the one on my shoulder, I don’t say anything as I see his genuine smile watching the show attentively. I lean back onto his head as I slightly rest mine on his as we continue to watch,

Soon, the credits are rolling and the lights begin brightening up again. I feel the fingers entwine and the head is off my shoulder. We all then begin heading out of the theater as we then find ourselves back outside.

“Okay, we have to head to the Greet and Meet next in the Queen’s Garden.” Riddle takes out the map, “And right after is the Unbirthday Party.”

As he guides us all towards the destination, I look over to Ace to see him actually finish all the popcorn.

“Wow, you actually finished.” I state slightly impressed.

“Yeah, but,” he leans in whispering, “I don’t think I can last through the Unbirthday Party and Banquet Hall.”

I laugh at his statement, “What do you think Prefect Riddle will say?”

“Please don’t mention it to him.” he pleads, “He’s gonna behead me.”

Deciding not to tattle-tale on him, I give in, “Fine, but you’ve got to think of a plan on how you can trick him.”

“I know.” he sighs in depression. 

Soon after, we arrive to the entrance of the garden, and we all halt to admire it. There is a row of heart shape entrances made of roses as rest areas are nearby. Instantly, Cater demands pictures as we all pose underneath the entrance along with other travelers.  

Walking down the path, we enter another area full of flower-made structures and that’s when the formation we had breaks as we all head off to check it out. Buildings were covered with roses, and real-life flamingos are nearby too.

My eyes focus towards a pond with buildings nearby, the main interest is the rabbit in the middle as I applaud for whoever made such an amazing garden.

There is also another portion of the garden with peacocks, butterflies, and mushrooms getting me to wonder if they accept people living here. Cause I sure hell would love to,

“[N/A]!” Ace calls out for me getting me to see him in close proximate but across the pond. 

Rushing over there, I see him standing beside a huge card solider bush and a huge chess piece. Gasping, I immediately quicken my speed to see them closer. 

“Do you think they allow people to live here?” Ace asks.

“I was wondering the same thing.” I agree.

He laughs, “Take a picture with me!”

Pulling me towards him, we both kneel down to allow the shot of us with the card soldier. A huge goofy smile is on my face as excitement of wanting to wander around here grows bigger.

“Would you like me to help you two take a picture?” a nearby traveler asks.

“Really! Sure! Thanks!” Ace hands over his phone to the traveler.

Wrapping his arms around me, he makes his hands turn into a heart getting me to chuckle and do the same. Hearing the traveler taking a few pictures, he hands the device back to Ace.

“You guys are an adorable couple.” he comments getting me to blush.

“Ah, we’re not a couple.” I correct finding Ace checking the picture,

“Really?” the traveler asks, “I suggest you quickly take him before someone else does, cause he looks like he’s a keeper.”

My face takes another shade of red hearing the advice. Before I can speak again, the traveler leaves as Ace breaks his concentration on the phone.

“Huh? Where did they go?” he asks about the traveler, “Also, [N/A], your face is red. Are you okay?”

Calming down, I shake my head, “I’m fine.”

He shrugs, “Okay then. Ah, Riddle just messaged me, we have to head over to the Greet & Meet now. It’s starting soon.”

“Okay, let’s go.” I take out the map before guiding us to the destination.

When we arrive, the others are already there. We all enter the line that is slowly growing. I couldn’t help myself from smiling as I see all the boys excited for the Greet & Meet. 

A staff member from the front of line then speaks, “Along with the Greet & Meet, there will be a tour. So everyone please form pairs to have easier access in the garden.”

Our group looks over to each other as I know that we all don’t want to get separated. 

“Let’s play a card game to decide!” Ace suggests.

“No.” we all decline bluntly.

“Rock, Paper Scissors?” Deuce asks getting us all to agree seeing that’s probably the best choice.

We all play figuring what our pair is, and in the end it’s the Adeuce Team, Third Years Team, and then Riddle and I. 

“No fair~ I wanted to go with [N/A]!” Cater whines.

“Am I not good enough for you?” Trey asks playfully.

Laughing, we then soon find ourselves at the front of the line as Riddle and I head off first. With a staff member guiding us down a narrow pathway with tall bushes beside us, I feel Riddle slowly grasp my hand. I respond back with grasping his tightly as we go through the path with a slight ease due to our small structure. 

Finally exiting the narrow pathway, we find an area full of heart shape bushes with red roses in the middle. The staff member guiding us leaves as another is there as they begin to give us the tour around the area.

“Welcome to the Queen’s Garden, this area is a exact copy of the Queen’s private garden who she only allowed a few to enter. At every area you enter, there will be staff members to guide you. Will you be planning to participate the Unbirthday Party?” the staff member asks.

“Yes, we are.” Riddle answers.

A smile blooms on the guide’s face, “Great, just tell the last staff member who will be beside the Queen of Hearts about that and they can guide you to the event. Now, let’s move along. You will be meeting not only the Queen of Hearts, but also the King of Hearts, White Rabbit, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and many more. You can ask the photographers to take pictures which can be printed off at the shop in the Queen’s Castle. If you have any questions, be free to ask any staff member and they’ll gladly help.”

“Thank you very much, we will.” Riddle responds back as we continue to get guided down the garden.

The staff members glances towards our hands and smiles looking at me, “You must be very happy to have such a polite boyfriend.”

In synce, the both of us blush as we look at each other and back to the staff. The staff member is about mid forties getting me to wonder how they have such a crazy idea. First it was Ace, now it’s Riddle?

“Um, we’re not, in a relationship.” I try to correct getting the staff member to be in shock.

“Oh, sorry about that. I just assumed you both were since you guys look adorable with each other.”

The situation is getting worse as I feel my body slowly become warmer from the panic in my head. 

Before the both of us can even respond back to them, we find the White Rabbit mascot nearby getting me to gasp at it’s adorableness. 

He greets us with exciting waves as he offers a hug to us which we instantly accept as we fall into his furry embrace. Not as comfortable as Jack’s tail or Ruggie’s hair, but it’s good enough.

“[N/A], do you want to get our pictures taken?” Riddle asks with a slight hesitance. 

“Of course! It’ll be awesome to have it framed in my room!” I cheer as the photographer gets ready to take one. 

The White Rabbit forces the both of us to get closer before moving our hands to hug around each other. Enjoying the excitement, I give off a huge smile as the photographer counts down. Hearing the click, we take a few more pictures with our phones before thanking the White Rabbit and the cameraman. Handing us the photo we took, I coo at the sight as I see Riddle off a smile too. 

“Please head down this road, a staff member will be at the end.” a staff member aside instructs getting us to do so.

“Awe, look how cute you look Riddle.” I comment showing him the photo.

“Why do you always call me cute?” he grumbles.

“Because you are?” I tilt my head slightly confused.

“Not as cute as you.” he mumbles getting me to barely hear it.

I suck in my cheek as I pretend I didn’t hear it despite the obvious blush on my face. Continuing the tour, each staff members guide us through the garden with information for each area as we took many photos of the scenery and the mascots. Soon, we find ourselves in a bigger space than the rest that we’ve been through. Huge heart shape bushes full of roses are on the side as a beautiful gazebo is at the middle of the area. The sunlight works perfectly with the garden as it looks like it’s from a fairy tale. 

In front of the gazebo is the one and only Queen of Hearts mascot as there a few more staff members here. Looking over to Riddle, I see him frozen like the Ice Age as he stares at the mascot. Needing to pull him down the pathway as it seems like he has malfunctioned, we stop in front of the Queen.

“Hello -” I speak before suddenly getting shocked as both the Riddle and the Queen of Hearts mascot speak.

“Look up! Speak nicely! And don’t twiddle your fingers!” the demand as I do as they say due to the shock, “Turn out your toes, curtsy. Open your mouth wider and then always say ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’”

“Yes, Your Majesty?” I curtsy in complete confusion.

“I apologize, Your Majesty.” Riddle bows, “I shoulder have taught her the proper etiquette before meeting you.”

“Do not fret, it’s already quite a surprise to see such a young man like yourself understanding the proper behaviors.” the Queen speaks as I decide not to make a single movement so I don’t go through the same thing again.

“We are from Raven Night College, I’m the Prefect of the Heartslabyul Dorm dedicated to you. We follow your laws and teachings in the daily.” Riddle speaks in admiration.

“Ah! It’s a pleasure to know such a reliable prefect is taking care of the Heartslabyul Dorm! Please continue with your good work!” The Queen gushes, “Now, now, let’s take a picture!”

Not knowing what to do as I don’t want to make another mistake, Riddle heads over to the Queen before realizing I’m not moving.

“[N/A]? Are you not coming?” he asks.

“Is there any rule or technique to walk? Cause, I’m scared to get another lecture.” I ask trying to sound polite.

He chuckles before offering his hand, “Come over here, you silly.” 

Trying my best to walk gracefully with gentle steps, I take his hand. We both stand in front of the mascot as she looks at both of us.

“Young man/lady, you’re lucky to have this fine gentleman as your boyfriend.” The Queen states.

Shockingly, I don’t bloom a blush as I’m already very used to hearing that hypothesis from the many staff members before arriving here.

“We’re not together.” Riddle and I sync after so many times of people assuming we are.

“Oh my, what a shame.” The Queen sighs, “I suggest you should quickly take him before someone else does then.”

I give a nervous laugh before we hear the photographer signalling us to get into position. Looking over to the camera, I feel Riddle’s fingers intertwine with mine as the picture gets taken. We both once again curtsy to the Queen of Hearts before being lead to another pathway that they told us leads to the Unbirthday Party.

Looking through the pictures we’ve taken, I can’t help but blush staring at the one we just took. Riddle has a sincere gentle smile that for sure, if I showed to a few girls, they’d melt. Though, my focus is on the hands as I can still feel the warmth I had a few seconds ago. It’ll be an unforgettable moment.

[youarejesting]

BTS365 Prompts.Week 39

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Kim Seokjin - Pronounciation

“Jin darling, I am just going to the school to meet the new student living with us, would you like to come?” Jin’s mother asked sweetly.

“No thank you,” He sighed while playing video games, he was trying to ignore the fact someone else was going to live with him and his family.

“Alright, please try to get along, I am sure he is a sweet boy” his mother patted her son’s head before straightening her coat and heading to the school for the briefing and meeting their  children they will be hosting all year.

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“Jin dear, come help with the bags” His mother said and he sighed trying not to slump or stomp to the front door as his mother would slap him silly. He saw a suitcase struggling to be removed from the back of the car. Time to show his dominance toward this other guy by gracefully lifting it from the car without a hassle.

Jin removed the heavy case and looked at the smaller figure and his jaw fell open. You weren’t a boy. You were a very beautiful young girl, his age and wait was his heart fluttering.

She ducked her head low and introduced himself and he loved the way she spoke in korean her pronunciation a little off at times but cute. 

Min Yoongi - Miniature

Yoongi was short, he knew that and he never really cared, and definitely never let it stop him. But when he met you for the first time he wished he was taller, you had long sculpted legs and an amazing behind and in your heels he practically salivated. A rapper always has pretty girls in his music video but was this too much. You were actually a dream.

He sat beside you and smiled, explaining the scene and trying not to blush, he was bever one to get flustered but this was a first. “Only if you are comfortable with all of this, let me know if there is anything you don’t like okay.”

He sat in the makeup chair beside his fellow rappers Jhope and RM who both joined him on the track. “We picked her specially for you, because we know she is your type” The two chortled.

“She is sexy as hell and I can barely look at her”

“Uh mister Suga” Her voice called from the door and he turned and waved her inside

“Is something wrong?”

“I was just wondering, would you prefer I didn’t wear heels?” She said nervously.

“Hell no, darling,” He laughed. “Show off those long legs. A lesser man would feel inferior being shorter, but I am not a lesser man, and you are perfect just like this.”

Jung Hoseok - Astronomy

Setting up the equipment, Hoseok made a few notes on his report. This was every astronomer's dream, he was going to see the biggest meteor shower to date. When he got a call from you who had gotten locked on the roof of the university building.

He packed up and raced over trying to hopefully get to you and back in time. He raced up the stairs and through the door open to the roof top and he heard you shout. “GRAB THE DOOR!” 

It was too late the door had closed firmly behind him and he knew what it meant. Hoseok called for Taehyung and hoped he wouldn’t be late for the meteor shower but when you tapped his shoulder and gestured to the bright lights brushing the sky he knew it was too late. But hearing your little wow, Hoseok look he set up his telescope and let you watch the majourity of the phenomonon happy to just watch you enjoy the stars with him.

Taehyung entered onto the roof top holding the door and Hoseok gestured for him to go back and wait a little longer. The younger man noddded and shut the door again heading down the stairs to give you two privacy. While Hoseok explained to you what was happening and all the cool facts he knew.

Kim Namjoon - Chess

“I can't. I am teaching y/n chess this afternoon. Can you believe she can’t play still? I have been teaching her for two years now.”

“Hyung, I hate to break it to you, she knows how to play. She was a chess champion she went to championships world wide”

“No she didn’t.”

“She did, twice actually?”

“We are talking about the girl who calls the knights horsey pieces”

“She is playing you?”

Park Jimin - Hobbit

Waking up to the sweet sound of birds, Park Jimin got out of bed and went to feed his little calico cat. Jimin was just like other Hobbits. He loved to dance, eat and drink and he loved being kind. He helped his neighbours when they needed to. 

To the left was the Kim family whose three boys were rambunctious. Taehyung preferred to play then to work on the farm. Namjoon likes plants but always makes a mess from being so clumsy. Seokjin the oldest son could be found working hard on the farm eating the strawberries as he picked them. 

To the right was the jeong family, no one really knew if it was pronounced Jung or jeon but the two boys were always up for going out dancing the two had the similarities but their most noticeable difference was how brave Jungkook was and how easy it was to scare Hoseok. 

Across from his house was the Min family there front doors directly across from one another. Their son Yoongi could play almost any instrument and barely moved and barely spoke. 

All in all Jimin had a peaceful and comfortable life. 

Kim Taehyung - comic book

“Are you reading that silly webtoon again?”

“It’s not silly, it’s really good,” Taehyung huffed, ignoring his band members, they could say what they wanted but he wouldn’t stop reading. Part of him wishes he could live within the comic. 

He started to really like your character, connect and understand your point of view greatly, so when he falls asleep reading and wakes up in your room he is scared but also a little happy to see you in person and he has to admit you are pretty gorgeous. 

Jeon Jungkook - Punch @wystfulaster

You were anxious after everything that happened you didn’t think you could step out onto the streets alone without a panic attack. You had been mugged one evening after work at knife point you handed over your cash and phone and you ran home crying. 

But you were being brought to what you thought was your sister's gym class but it was a self defence class. You were so nervous when the big instructor jeon jungkook came out he looked big and scary but he told you a story about how he was once in a position where he felt powerless and he is forever afraid of talking to ladies. 

But he began teaching self defence and praised everyone and he got everyone to line up and punch the punching bag the way he taught and say what they want to overcome. 

“My fear of women” Jungkook said punching the bag with all his might. 

“My fear of walking down the street” you shouted, punched the bag and Jungkook held out his hands for a hug which made you feel more comfortable and relaxed then you had in a long while.

[speter-sparker]

Spideypool fic rec #1

*** favorites

other recs by me: X  

1. Seven Ways To Woo by ann_fortunately [one-shot, 10K, POV peter] ***

summary: "I have a mission. Seven days, two people, one purpose, and three years of doing it absolutely wrong according to the social rules of pursuing romance."

or: Peter and Wade have known each other for three years now. If in Peter's opinion Wade has suddenly started acting strangely, it's most probably true.

why you should read it: friends to lovers fic that is so sweet your teeth will rot on spot. A+ characterization with Peter Parker as a pining smart-ass, Wade Wilson as a smitten kitten, and me as a shaking mess. The pacing is consistent and easy, the wording is smooth, and every time I read it my stomach fills with butterflies.  

2. Propositions by stuckybarnes [three-shot, 8K, POV peter]

summary: “Yeah…” Deadpool drawls. “Anyway, Pretty Boy, I have a proposition for you.” This makes Peter kind of want to throw up. Propositions by Deadpool always end up with them in varying degrees of pain, and a lot of explaining to do with the Avengers.

OR

Wade finally convinces a very tired Peter to go to New York Comic-Con with him and enter a Deadpool and Spider-Man cosplay contest, sure they'll win. Obviously. It doesn't go exactly as expected, and Peter is not thrilled.

why you should read it: pre-relationship fic with ASD Peter. More humor than fluff, but its a close call. Their relationship is well written and the characters feel lived in. The characters are fun and on spot, with a charming plot that is executed with as much grace as can be afforded to these two characters. 

3. It Had to Be You by fancastical [two-shot, 20K, POV peter]

summary: Or, Five Times Deadpool Recognised Spider-Man and One Time He Didn't

why you should read it: friends to lovers. this fic was originally a one-shot, with the first chapter being the 5+1, but chapter two came in as a lovely surprise, and while I myself am hesitant to read or even like “afters” in fics, the second half feels as natural and is just as entertaining as the first part. It's the kind of fic you'll find yourself trying to hide your smile while reading and squealing with delight. 

4. Peter's Ghost by QueenRamsia [three-shot, 27 K, POV wade]

summary: Peter is dead. He’s been dead for two years. But he’s still with Wade. He haunts him every second of the day. Wade turns around and there he is, watching him through his dingy apartment window. His voice has been added to the cacophony of Wade’s mind. And Ellie is growing up alone.

why you should read it: post-relationship. okay, not gonna lie: PLEASE be careful what mindset you go into when reading this. The entire thing is an angst fest, and at its lightest is bittersweet. When I finished reading, I couldn't even cry. The story does have a satisfying ending that I would describe as hopeful and deals with the aftermath of losing a loved one. Ellie is wonderfully written in this, and she and Wade share some tender moments and scenes that were stunning. The way they write grief and learning to live after loss is phenomenal, and the plot is captivating and entrancing. 

5. morning in the burned house by antivenom [WIP, 34 K, POV alternating]

summary: Wade’s got a defense mechanism. Grin and bear it.

But the thing is, Wade’s angry into his bones.

(Or, this is what happens when a seemingly unassuming, run-of-the-mill hit gets personal)

why you should read it: enemies to friends to lovers. this isn't light-hearted Wade Wilson. It's more akin to his origin comics, where his laughs feel more like tears. The humor is dark yet charming, and while flashbacks are USUALLY to be a no-go for me, the author does a tremendous job of making every bit of their story captivating and enchanting. Wade and Peter learn about and grow from each other, and watching their relationship go from “fuck this guy” to something more is captivating and the author nails it. 

6. Join the Club by HashtagLEH [WIP, 53 K, POV alternating]

summary: Homeless and mute after everything Peter has been through, he somehow makes friends with Deadpool, as Spiderman. And then he meets the Avengers, as Peter.

Or, alternatively: “Spidey and Deadpool: the Mute and the Motormouth” (a title by Deadpool).

why you should read it: pre-relationship ft. the Avengers. The fic focuses on Peter and coming of age in less than ideal circumstances and builds relationships that feel authentic and kind. It is an interesting take to have a character known for his quips silenced, but the author handles it well and with grace. 

7. BF(F) by Carol989 [6/6, 10K, POV peter]

summary: Five times people thought Wade and Peter were a couple which, seriously, where did they get that from? They are not a couple, stop asking. They are just friends now, and did plenty of friend stuff. Like kissing. And one time people were right.

why you should read it: pre-relationship. Oblivious Peter, smitten Wade, dare I say more?

8. Half Your Age (Plus Seven) by fancastical [17/17, 80 K, POV peter]

summary: In which Deadpool has oddly specific and frustrating morals, Spider-Man has excellent friends, his lab partner has an opening for a bassist, Johnny Storm has the warmest feet, and everyone has had enough of hearing Peter talk about Wade Wilson (except Aunt May: she’s always glad to hear he’s back in town).

why you should read it: friends-to-still-friends-to-STILL-friends-to-lovers. Pining galore ft. Aunt May, Johnny Storm, Mj, and some curious band friends. While the focus is on Peter and coming to terms with his love life, the relationships he has with the other characters (BFF johnny storm is my weakness) are what make this fic. LOTS of relationships and character growth all throughout. For those of you who want a head over heels in love Peter pursuing Wade, this is the fic for you. For those of you hesitant to that (like me), this is also for you. Just... all of you, read this. 

9.  In Which Peter's an Oblivious Idiot by coffea [one-shot, 3K, POV peter]

summary: The five times Wade tells Peter he loves him and the one time Peter gets his head out of his ass.

why you should read it: pre-relationship. oblivious peter and pining wade. sweet and funny and smooth as fuck. 

10.  Off The Record by crookedswingset [16/16, 138 K, POV alternating] ***

summary: Peter Parker is a corporate lackey whose sole job is to root out problem executives who waste Oscorp’s money and time. Wade Wilson is a reserve Avenger on the hunt for a prize even Iron Man couldn’t nail down: the real identity of everyone’s favorite webhead. 

Too bad most people think Spider-Man is Harry Osborn.

why you should read it: hands down my favorite spideypool fic. The world-building is fantastic, all the characters (and there are a LOT) are wonderfully written. If I could marry a work of art this would be it. 

11. Petey and Wade are obviously an item, so why is Spiderman trying to be a Homewrecker? by isaDanCurtisproduction [21/21, 38 K, POV peter]

summary: So, Peter and Wade are dating. Wait, scratch that, they are totally engaged (Peter will show you the ring). Fiances for life, amiright?

Everything from here on out should be totally happy-go-lucky, right?

Right?

If your answer was, "Of course not, Peter's life will never be easy," then you're on the right track.

Peter's life is difficult, and as far as anyone (himself included) knows, it's never going to be easy. 

...But why do the Avengers have to hurt him like this?

why you should read it: established relationship (duh). Focuses heavily on Peters relationship with the Avengers team. All of them are well written, feisty, and you can't help but laugh at the horrible situation Peter/Spidey finds himself in. 

12. we're on a highway to hell (with a little bit of heaven) by dabblingwithwords [22/22, 107 K, POV peter] ***

summary: Hydra has had Peter in their custody for three years. Deadpool is hired to break him out. Throw in an alien symbiote, motels, and superhero explosions and things get gay.

why you should read it: strangers to friends to lovers. wonderfully written, with venom playing wingman, wade playing mother, and peter being exasperated. the plot is captivating and the tension is riveting, keeping you on your toes and holding your breath. watching wade and peters relationship grow is wonderful. Watching them fall in love is breathtaking. Every time I read this I feel short of breath and NO not cause of my asthma. couldn’t recommend this lovely thing more. 

13. Wolves by Saucery [WIP, 53 K, POV peter]

summary: Peter is falsely accused and sent to jail, where he meets the violent ex-mercenary, Wade.

Or: Prison daddy Deadpool looks after his boy.

why you should read it: okay, okay, okay. The pining is *kisses fingers* superb. Despite what it sounds like, the fic doesn't dive immediately into “I'm horny let's DO this”, rather the relationship develops organically and the tension (both sexual and plot) is palpable. Watching Peter navigate his new life is like watching an intense game of chess, where he's going head to head against mob bosses, the system, and a new mysterious program that just might be too good to be true. 

[lokiarsene]

Isn't it better if Akechi doesn't have a palace, though? I like the idea of it, but I also find the idea of him having a change of heart on his own and not through his shadow-self really meaningful.

Mod Krist: No, I don’t think it’s better. Just because he has a Palace (which exists in the original game’s coding) doesn’t mean the Phantom Thieves will be the one change his heart. And he definitely has a Palace. It’s in the code.

Akechi can easily come to that decision on his own, similar to Futaba’s Awakening. The difference here is that instead of Awakening, Akechi will have to decide to change. Not so much “steal” his heart as confront it and be given a sufficient reason to change it. That reason, IMO, is Ren.

Even if you don’t ship them, Ren’s impact on Akechi’s life is undeniable. Ren means so much to Akechi that the dude spends his final breaths lamenting how they didn’t meet sooner. The OVA “Proof of Justice” is written entirely around the relationship he and Ren have, how much both boys meant to each other, and how it hurts Ren to think about how unfair life was for Akechi. Ren even sees Akechi as a friend–he tells Sojiro the chess game is between him and a friend.

So again–even if people don’t ship them, they have a clear deep bond that’s a mix of rivalry and affection (with some good ol fashioned spite mixed in, because villain/hero romances are GREAT). And as Ren is really the only person in Akechi’s life that leaves any lasting, significant, healing impact, I can’t see how anyone or -thing else could convince Akechi to change his heart.

Akechi has to have a good enough reason to abandon his entire life’s planning of proving that he was a valuable, worthy, and important person to the one man who ruined his life and cast him aside. If he’s going to throw away all those years of his life, he’d want to do it for something that deserves it. And I think the only thing that would get through to him is if Ren accepts Akechi at his lowest and ugliest, and offers to help Akechi get revenge on Shido. Hell, Ren himself might end up being Akechi’s “treasure.”

The game’s code has his Palace after Sae’s and before Shido’s–which means it’ll take place during the period of time when Ren faked his death. Which means Akechi will believe Ren’s dead. What’s the one thing he would want back, bitter mixed feelings and all, but the one person he saw as a worthy rival and a friend? What else does Akechi value so highly besides his desire for revenge? Ren. Everything else in Akechi’s life was simply a tool leading him to the goal of revenge: his popularity, his public persona, his usefulness. All these things were part of the long con. But the two sincere things he cherishes are his desire for vengeance and his relationship with Ren.

Right now, in P5 vanilla, Akechi’s desire for revenge overrules all else and destroys him. We’re seeing him with his heart unchanged, unable to accept his other sincerest wish (Ren). His Palace doesn’t necessarily have to change Akechi or have anything to do with his redemption, it could just mean he gets a chance to balance out both his wishes (which is what that scene after his fight was very likely meant to do). He’ll join the PT after making the conscious decision to want to belong with them. The PT won’t “steal” his heart so much as just like, look on while Akechi decides what his heart should be.

I speculated a few weeks back about what I think an Akechi Palace might look like, and what they might base it on.

To quote from the link above:

This edda is the second part of a larger work that talks about a son resurrecting his mother from the dead. The band Heilung recently did a song about the very same thing (with the female vocalists singing the mother’s magic spell, and the men singing the son’s chant to bring his mother back to life). After the hero’s resurrected mother chants a protective blessing on him, he has to go to a castle to play a “game of questions and answers.” The hero then must give his true name so he can go inside and rescue the person within. That person is the hero’s bride and true love.

It’s worth noting that in the code for Akechi’s Palace, they refer to it as a castle. Ain’t that something?

And:

The bride threatens death as a punishment for lying about something she’s been longing and waiting for (”the hero is come to my hall”). Goro’s stance towards justice lies heavily on the “punishment” side, as well as a quest for truth. She then questions the hero about his true name and his past so he can prove he’s really the one she’s been waiting for. The hero gives her his true name, they kiss and embrace, and leave the castle. She has the final words of the poem:

“Welcome thou art, | for long have I waited;The welcoming kiss shalt thou win!For two who love | is the longed-for meetingThe greatest gladness of all.

49. Long have I sat | on Lyfjaberg here,Awaiting thee day by day;And now I have | what I ever hoped,For here thou art come to my hall.”

50. Alike we yearned; | I longed for thee,And thou for my love hast longed;But now henceforth | together we knowOur lives to the end we shall live.“

Akechi’s breakdown in Shido’s Palace is very likely what they intended to have his breakdown be for his Palace, and that entire argument hinges on one thing: Ren, what Ren has, how he and Ren compare/contrast, and how envious Akechi is of Ren’s life. Akechi doesn’t really break until Mona says, “You really like Joker, don’t you?” That’s the entire crux of his downward spiral: his feelings to Ren.

None of Akechi’s breakdown dialogue would need to be changed so much as where it takes place. They can have a fight like his breakdown in the hold of Shido’s ship, Akechi decides to “change” his own heart, and they leave the Palace. The only thing that is really left out in the wind here is Shido’s Cognition of Akechi–but he can still exist in Shido’s Palace if that’s how they want to handle it. They already put Cognition!Mishima into the P5R version of Kamoshida’s fight, so maybe Cognition!Akechi still exists in Shido’s Palace, too.

So to sum up: the only person capable of making Akechi change his own heart is Akechi himself. Akechi values his free will, desires, and his beliefs over all things. No one else is more qualified to change his heart, or balance it out, than Akechi himself. That’s probably why his new AOA phrase is (likely) “I decide the truth”–no one else will be in control of the truth but him. And the only person capable of making Akechi want to change his heart is Ren. If Akechi’s Palace is back in P5R, Ren is Akechi’s treasure and their friendship/rivalry will be at the crux of Akechi’s Palace, much like the hero’s quest in the castle mentioned in the edda. Once the fighting’s over, they’ll reunite, Akechi will move forward with his new resolve, his Confidant maxes out, and that’s that.

Wait, no: you meet up with him after his Palace, he and Ren makeout on the upstairs couch, and that’s when his Confidant maxes out.

And that’s that.

Side note: You are all now imagining a scene where Akechi gets his “calling card” is just Ren showing Akechi he’s still alive, and then quickly tapping on the Metaverse app to go into his Palace. You are all now also imagining that Akechi’s Palace is Leblanc, made to look like a castle. I mean, he does welcome you back home as if it’s his home, too.

Addendum: This excellent post by @loki-friggason (I love your url btw!) gives in game proof that made me change my stance on Akechi’s revenge plan (which was always either muddled to me, or I filled in the blanks by assumption). The post accurately points out that it was acknowledgement and acceptance that Akechi sought, which would be a bitter pill for Shido to swallow after having cast Akechi and his mother aside.

Because of this, I feel even more strongly that Ren will play a big part in Akechi’s survival and change in P5R. Even if Ren isn’t Akechi’s treasure, and even if Akechi’s Palace isn’t put back into the game, there’s no denying that Ren’s friendship--his acceptance, his support, his interest in Akechi’s life, him seeing Akechi as a worthy rival with talent and skills--left such a lasting impression on Akechi and thus will have something to do with Akechi’s change. The validation and acceptance Akechi bitterly craved from his father was everything he had in his relationship with Ren, and a manual Confidant link will very likely show this in ways an automatic Confidant link could not.

[thirteenthspirit]

Not a Very ‘Organized’ Organization (XIII)

I thought hard about this week’s topic of choice. Brexit was on my mind - I pondered about doing a comparison between parliament’s never-ending struggle with delays and failed agreements, vs Harvest Moon’s unending gameplay, farming and shipping and eventually marrying and digging in the mines and COLLECTING ALL THE DAMN SPRITES in that DS one. But that’s as far as it goes… I didn’t think I’d be able to milk it like those cows (hey!).

Speaking of Hey, I still want to get Space Channel 5 in there somewhere, those Chu’s and Hey’s have been on my mind like crazy…

So I settled on writing about one of my favorite topics – Organization XIII!

Organization XIII was always one of my favorite parts of the Kingdom Hearts series. They are cool and mysterious and (debatably) heartless, ranging everywhere from the mute heavyweight champions (*cough* Lexaeus *cough*) to the twink rockstar wannabes.

So, Organization XII is, like the name implies, a group of 13 nobodies – wait, scratch that – a group of 14 nobodies (eyeroll) who have banded together to… um… depends on who you ask. And in which game. Their primary goal was to be whole, to be granted a heart/soul, even if practically EVERY ONE OF THEM had a different agenda and there was a whole underlying separate reason for the creation of the Organization. NO WORRIES, let’s stick with that, because it’s more fun.

Ok so, breaking down the members, should we go by number? Order of appearance? Relevance? Element of choice? Maybe click (you know, high school clichés)?

Well – first you have the Mains. Roxas (no. XIII), is the counterpart of Sora, the main character in the whole series. So you know he’s gotta be pretty high on the list. The most interesting thing about Roxas is surprisingly NOT that he’s voice by Jesse McCartney, but the duality of elements he controls. Light and Darkness are everywhere with this guy – his outfit has chess squares on it and he wields both Oathkeeper and Oblivion, not to mention having an incredibly sad and traumatic origin story! He’s like, a slightly smarter and moodier Sora. I like Roxas, I’m sad they didn’t give him anything to do in KH3. Dual-wielding keyblades is pretty awesome and his light attacks can hit pretty hard. One of my favorite moments of the series will always be his fight with Riku in the secret ending of KH1, over 10 years ago! Seeing Roxas clash with Riku in mid-air in front of that clock tower (not to be confused with the one from Neverland – I mean England) really made my heart race as a kid. He can also boast to having shared quite a couple of awesome struggles (go Vivi), with Sora in that “Station of Awakening” place where Destati usually plays, and then with both his best friends - while trying not to be kidnapped by his “Flurry of Dancing Flames”, best friend Axel, and when dispatching Xion.

Xion (no. XIV) is a “puppet”, made to take over Roxas’s place and role in the Organization, should anything happen. She is an interesting character, tragedy befalls her and her journey with coming to the realization that she must sacrifice herself for Sora’s behalf (in order for him to become whole again) is a beautiful one to see. Vector to the Heavens plays when you’re fighting Xion for the last time, ending with Roxas effectively killing her and is a beautifully crafted piece. Xion suffers a bit from that ‘unintentional retcon’ where she didn’t really have a place, story-wise, and was created solely for 358/2 Days. So she was effectively written-out of the main storyline until the later games, with every character practically forgetting about her (literally losing their memories of her).

Rounding out the trio is one of everyone’s favorites – bad-guy good-guy Axel (no. VIII). Axel’s portrayal changed throughout the series. In CoM, he is responsible for unmasking a conspiracy and dispatching rogue members of the organization. He is the de-facto assassin. With not a hint of remorse. As his friendship with Xion and Roxas builds, he regains access to some degree of emotion – perhaps it’s caused by the (stick with me on this one) Lea-Ventus-Sora-Roxas-Axel connection, or perhaps he grows a heart, sitting on that clock tower overlooking the (ALWAYS SETTING) sun of Twilight Town and eating sea-salt ice cream. Eventually he turns on the organization, proving his loyalty is to his friends and even joins the main cast as a Keyblade wielder, turning the tides on some occasions (he really makes the end of DDD worth it). It helps that he has a wicked-cool design. His element is Fire and he wields twin Chakrams, boasting two tear tattoos and incredibly spiky hair. His relationship with Kairi is a cute element to the story, I wish (aside from some more combat or like ANY AT ALL) they had more scenes together and overall relevance to the main storyline. My favorite moment, aside from him rescuing Sora from his peers in DDD, has to be when he executes Vexen in Castle Oblivion.

From Axel, the most closely linked member, aside from Roxas and Xion, is SaÏx (no. VII). SaÏx is a warewolf. The moon sends him into a trance and he is often plagued with anger management issues. Berserk is his Nirvana. Him and Axel go way back and there is still a storyline to be uncovered there, judging from the secret reports found in KH3. In the end, his motivations aren’t really clear and fully explored, so his presence is not much more than Axel’s right arm, who happens to have a big “X” scar on his face. Sorry SaÏx – maybe see a therapist. At least you got a happy ending! SaÏx was one of the last Organization members to fall, in KH2. One of the last defenders of the Castle in (one my my all-time favorite KH worlds), The World That Never Was.

Another of the final defenders and members of the Organization to be vanquished at Sora’s had is – *drumroll* arguably MY FAVORITE OF THEM ALL, the incredibly hot and suave Luxord (no. X). Now – this guy is blonde. Has facial hair. Earrings. A British accent (maybe that’s just in my mind) and makes me look up his voice actor just to drool over that sweet sweet voice. He is the “Gambler of Fate” and shows up in the POTC world to basically taunt you and play a few games. Everything’s a game to this guy, even fighting. Which I can’t say he is great at… For someone able to control the element of Time, he’s kind of a pushover. But he’s still got a place in my heart – and maybe we’ll get to see him again, since he was the one who gave Sora that “wild card”… “Parlay!” more like “Let’s play strip poker pls”.

Who next… well let’s round out the oddballs with this guy. Ladies and gents, fans of the underground metal, garage bands and mohawks – I give you… Demyx (no. IX)! The Melodious Nocturne! …although there is nothing ‘nocturnal’ about him. This guy irradiates happiness and excitement and joy. I suppose he is just pretending, since Nobodies can’t really feel, rather they remember what it was like. Dem-dem too is a fan favorite. He is very young and has a different disposition than the rest of the members, he’s just your lazy, average Joe that just wants to spend his days jamming out on his Sitar. He is the first Organization member to fall in KH2, and is considered “not much of a fighter”. I would obviously disagree with this BECAUSE DANCE WATER DANCE MOTHERF***** is hell. Hell! Still, Dem-dem brings some lightheartedness to the game and the entire group, so he is a welcome addition. He is shunned even in KH3 but that’s just a side note of his… personality traits, I suppose. Never forget when he ‘drops the act’ just before turning on Sora, before what would be his final battle. Demyx controls the element of Water.

And since when it rains, it pours; and when it pours, usually it thunders (at least here in Portugal), that seems like a decently-crafted segway to the next member – Larxene (no. XII). Larxene is… a bitch. I don’t say that lightheartedly, I consider myself a feminist and I never forget that quote “when a man is assertive, he’s called a Boss. When a woman is assertive, she’s called a bitch.” But Larxene is just MEAN. She’s the mean girl of the bunch – together with her GBF Marluxia. Larxene poses some of the hardest fights in CoM but sadly, and like most female characters in this series, she’s shunned in favor of other members. This is a critic I have with the entire KH series – Aqua is virtually my favorite character but she’s really the only female character that is given storyline, relevance and overall strength. And like most fans I was DYING to see Kairi kick ass in KH3, but… we all know how that went. Not much to say about Larxene, her lightning-fast attacks and knives give her a pretty sharp demeanor and she’s not afraid to play every trick to her advantage. Standout moment is, unfortunately, her demise in CoM, fading into darkness. Oh and that laugh.

Larxene’s ‘somebody’ appears in KH: Unchained, together with Marluxia’s somebody. Marluxia (no. XI) controls the attribute of Flowers.

Yes.

Flowers.

He also boasts pink hair and – the best part – a huge pink scythe. His nickname is “The Graceful Assassin” but aside from plotting to overthrow the Organization and posing as the main antagonist in CoM, he doesn’t really do a lot of killing. The fights against him in KH2: Final Mix are among my favorites, especially with that countdown as he swings about the field. It seems he has quite a role in the Mobile game, so maybe we’ll get to see more of his backstory in the future. His final parting words were somewhat mysterious. Together with Larxene and a sneaky Axel, Marluxia betrays the Organization and his fellow members in Castle Oblivion, for his own agenda.

The assignment to Castle Oblivion introduces us to 3 other members of the organization – Vexen (no. IV), Lexaeus (no. V) and Zexion (no. VI). And 3 character tropes. The mad scientist, the jock, and the emo kid.

Vexen, aka “The Chilly Academic”, controls my favorite element, Ice. He is, ironically, killed by Axel in a flurry of flames, in a very dramatic moment in CoM. Vexen merely wants to conduct his experiments in peace – he doesn’t care who rules, what happens to the worlds, even who might or not be possessing him. He only cares about his “Replica” program. The Replica program consists on the creation of “puppets”, bodies able to function who are only missing a heart. He plays quite the role in KH3, effectively redeeming himself. Vexen is one of the creepiest characters around – he has long blond hair and green eyes, but really that ‘mad scientist’ vibe is all that transpires. Shout-out to his English voice actor, Derek Stephen Prince, for giving him a creepy vibe. He’s not much of a fighter, with his weapon of choice being an icy shield called “Frozen Pride”.

Zexion is one of the younger members of the Organization – perhaps even younger than Demyx. He is also arguably one of the smartest. Like Vexen, he cares mostly about his research and specific topics of interest *cough* Riku *cough*. However, his young demeanor reflects some innocence – he is the only member you don’t fight against in CoM, ending up murdered at the hands of Axel (with a little help from a Replica…). I really like Zexion, to battle he wields a book (the Lexicon) and would rather dazzle the opponents with some crafted illusions than hit them hard. He is one of the most prominent figures in KH3 and his reunion with his Master, Ansem the Wise, is very touching and reveals once again his innocence. He is often accompanied by Lexaeus, who is essentially a shadow of Zexion, a silent guardian to the smaller member. It is suggested he has been protecting Zexion since the latter was a small child.

Lexaeus fights Riku at one point, effectively forcing Riku to unleash the darkness in his heart just to defeat him. The Organization member is a towering figure and barely ever talks – he is just muscle, but emanates a safe and caring feel outwards, especially in his interactions with Zexion. To battle he wields a huge hammer-like weapon (which totally reminds me of Rikku’s weapons from FFX) called the Skysplitter and commands the element of Earth.

These 3 members are one half of the initial 6 apprentices, who formed the Organization. These founding members all worked together under the tutelage of Ansem the Wise and range from the scientists like Vexen and Zexion to the guardians like Lexaeus and Xaldin.

Xaldin (no. III) is very much… wasted. His virtually only appearance is in KH2, in his vain attempts to turn The Beast into a heartless. His most evident feature is his sideburns. Xaldin’s sideburns are thick, dark and intimidating. He also wields a lot of lances – like, more than 3, which he uses his wind powers to attack you with. He has a really cool attack where he forms a dragon out of wind and blows you to pieces with. Other than another “werewolf” look, that’s pretty much it. Mickey to the rescue!

Then we get to Xigbar (no. II). Xigbar, or Braig, or Luxu, OR ONE-EYED PIRATE, I’m not sure there is much of a difference, became a usual presence throughout the series. Apparently he’s been around for a loooooong time, ever since the forgotten time of the mobile game. He is a cool dude. His “As If” will go down as a pretty cool quote. Xigbar’s nickname is The Sharpshooter and he immediately stands out from the bunch. We are still unaware of his agenda and interests, not knowing to what extent he is controlled or, rather, he is controlling the narrative. He is overall an awesome character, essentially sniping you from afar with his stylish gun-like weapons. He even fakes his own death in KH3! In what is one of the best moments from the final act. His interactions with the rest of the Organization are always funny to watch, especially with his on-and-off younger lover, Demyx. The standout moment against him is undoubtedly that moment during his fight where he corners you and forces you to run around trying to avoid the millions of blue bullets being aimed at you. One of the best members overall.

And then there was I. Mr. Xemnas (no. I) aka “The Superior of the In-Between” (seriously bro, that’s the nickname you’re gonna pick?) aka “MANSEX” among the fans, aka “Xehanort’s nobody”. He is the man behind the Organization, the one really pulling all the strings. I’m gonna skip the part behind his motivations, they’re murky and the writers decide to change them between games, and I’ll get right down to the cool bits – THE SWORDS. Yes, Xemnas wields two red lightsabers. No, he is not Darth Maul, just a fan. He is calm and has a raspy voice, never really getting too flattered (that one’s yours, Axel). The coolest interaction with Xemnas is the final battle against him. Besides his black and white coat, he eventually summons a plethora of red projectiles which surround Sora and Riku, as they (in a very realistic, grounded and believable moment), deflectem with their respective keyblades. Xemnas ends up falling a bit short when compared with Ansem, Seeker of Darkness… He was just never that menacing of a villain, especially with his always calm behavior.

And that’s it. That’s the full list of the organization members. This turned out to be more of an exposé on each of the members, than anything else. I thought about trying to find real-life personalities to match each of the members, but eventually came up short on that. Organization XIII’s struggle to “be whole” and regain the part of their humanity they had lost – their soul, the ability to feel, always struck me as a really interesting motivation. For quite some time, the idea that you could shed the part of you that is able to “feel” struck me as something good, something to be envious of. I was, of course, wrong – even the dark feelings within us are what gives us the ability to connect and empathize with others.

So be sure to deflect those projectiles, and someone PLEASE give my number to Luxord,

                                                                                               -João A. (Pachiren)  

[imaginesforthosewhoseekthem]

Updated Age chart

So after doing some of my own research, I came to my theories as to how old everyone in Roots is. I’m going to start with James and Mary and work my way down. You’ll know which ones I had to speculate when I explain how I went about figuring it out. Keep in mind, this is still complete speculation when it comes to James, Mary, Leonard and Frank. These are the ages I’ll go be in my own imagines, but you should not consider them cannon unless the Devs say so. SPOILERS FOR ROOTS UP AHEAD!

The Grandparents

James:

(To figure out James’ death, it was kind of hand in hand with Mary’s. While calculating how old Mary was at time of her death, I speculated he was older by by even just a year, while still keeping in mind he was a fairly young man at the start of the game. After punching in the numbers and considering how old he would’ve been when HE dies, here are my results)

1860:-(Age:29) James Vanderboom comes to Rusty Lake and plants the seed after inheriting his Uncle William’s house. He unlocks the front door and falls asleep by the fire while dreaming of Mary.

1865:-(Age:34) James invites Mary to the house where he proposes to her.

1867-(Age:36) James and Mary become the parents of Albert, Samuel and Emma Vanderboom.

1870-(Age:39) Ten years after arriving at Rusty Lake, James discovers his uncle’s books and opens the secret passage to the Alchemy Lab. There, he tries to re-create the Elixir of Life that his Uncle William tried to create before his death. He feeds it to the family dog and the dog is fine. James drinks it, dies upon consumption and at his wake, his tongue it cut out as a sacrifice.

Mary:

(Mary was a tricky one, but when she dies in the game, you can’t tell how she died, whether Albert killed her or if it was old age. Keeping that in mind, I researched the average lifespan of the human females ((Don’t panic, you likely won’t actually die at this age. The oldest woman in the world was over 100 years old)) and I went backwards from there.)

1865-(Age: 33) Mary is invited to James’ home and he proposes to her to which she accepts.

1867-(Age:35) Mary gives birth to Samuel, Emma and Albert

1895-(Age 63) Mary attends Samuel and Ida’s wedding and poses for the photo with her children, daughter-in-law and grandson.

1896-(Age: 64) Plays the Lying game with her sons and daughter-in-law. Is given the Chariot as she only lied once

1904-(Age: 72) Listens to her family members play music, mysteriously dies when the lights go out and her teeth are taken as a sacrifice. (I personally think she died of shock)

The Triplets (and Ida):

Samuel:

1867- (Age: Newborn) Samuel is the first child born to Mary and James Vanderboom and fed breast milk in a bottle

1876-(Age: 9) Samuel is in the garden with his brother and sister. He knocks the butterfly out of the tree with a slingshot he made from a twig from the tree and Emma’s ribbon. He knocks a beehive onto his brother’s head, scarring him both physically and mentally for life.

1889-(Age: 22) Samuel fixes his family’s grandfather clock and gets a visit from Ida Reiziger, his future wife.

1895-(Age: 28) He and Ida are married and pose for their wedding photo with Albert, Emma, Mary and their son, Leonard.

1896-(Age: 29) He plays the Lying game with his wife, brother and mother. He is given the High Priestess as all his cards were true.

1904-(Age: 37) Plays the violin in the family band before he and Ida are kidnapped and murdered by Albert. Both of their eyes are taken as sacrifices.

Ida:

1866-(Age: Newborn) Ida is born as Ida Reiziger.

1889-(Age: 23) Ida visits Samuel when he’s fixing the family clock and a romantic relationship with him at some point, as she is pregnant with their son, Leonard. She also predicts the future of events to come in her crystal ball.

1895-(Age: 29) Ida and Samuel get married and pose for their wedding photo with their son Leonard, Mary, Emma and Albert

1896-(Age: 30) Plays The Lying game with her husband, brother-in-law and mother-in-law. Is given The Empress card as she only told the truth once, that Albert has her photo in his pocket.

1904-(Age 38) Plays the tambourine in the family band before she and Samuel are kidnapped and murdered by Albert. Both of their eyes are taken as sacrifices.

Emma:

1867- (Age: Newborn) Emma is the middle child born to Mary and James Vanderboom and fed rainwater in a bottle

1876-(Age: 9) Emma is in the garden with her brothers and knocks her brother Albert into a tree when she refused to give him the butterfly, resulting in a beehive being dropped on his head and leaving him permanently scarred.

1884-(Age: 17) Emma creates a magical flower by combining 4 of them and it impregnates her with her son, Frank.

1891-(Age: 24) Frank goes missing and Emma attaches a letter to Harvey in hopes of finding him

1895-(Age: 28) She appears in her brother, Samuel’s wedding photo as well as her mother, Samuel’s wife Ida, her nephew Leonard and her brother Albert.

1896-(Age: 29) Emma paints a portrait outside, thinking her son is dead and hangs herself out of grief. Her tears taken as a sacrifice.

Albert:

1867- (Age: Newborn) Albert is the youngest and last born of the triplets. Born with a birthmark on his face and is fed wine in a bottle

1876-(Age: 9) Albert is trying to catch a butterfly with his sister in the garden. After his sister pushes him over and he wishes both of his siblings were dead, his brother Samuel knocks a beehive onto his head, leaving Albert with permanent scar on his face.

1885-(Age: 18) Albert tries on masks in his room and stabs a butterfly to death. (The wiki says its the one from this childhood, but somehow I don’t think it would’ve been in tact in a box for 12 years. I don’t know. I don’t collect butterflies)

1891-(Age: 24) Albert pushes his nephew Frank down the family well

1895-(Age: 28) Albert joins his newly-wed brother and the rest of the family at the time for the Wedding photo of Samuel and Ida.

1896-(Age: 29) He plays the Lying game with his brother, sister-in-law and mother. Albert is given The Devil card, as he lies throughout the game. We find out he had an obsession with his brother’s wife Ida and he dons a deer skull as a mask.

1904-(Age: 37) Plays the tuba in the family band and kidnaps Samuel and Ida. (Possibly murdered Mary too, idk) Uses voodoo to torture and kill them by removing their eyes.

1909-(Age: 42) Uses alchemy to artificially have a child with Ida. After mixing water, Ida’s ovarian egg that he kept, his semen and a green potion, his daughter Rose is born.

1924- (Age: 57) Taunts his nephew, Frank with berries though the storm drain and proceeds to laugh at him after getting his hand stabbed

1926- (Age: 59) Re-unites with Frank and plays chess with him while planning to kill his nephew. Frank beats him and strangles Albert to death. His brain is removed as a sacrifice.

The Grandchildren:

Leonard:

(If the wiki was right and the baby crying was INDEED telling us that Ida was pregnant with Leonard, I counted 9 mouths after each month in Summer and speculated Leonard was born early the next year after the events of “The Fortune Teller” where we meet Ida)

1890- (Age: Newborn) Leonard is born to Samuel and Ida

1895- (Age: 5) Leonard poses for his parents wedding photo with his parents, grandmother, uncle and aunt

1904-(Age: 14) Leonard plays the clarinet in the family band. When the room blacks out and becomes covered in blood, his grandmother is dead and his parents are missing. Leonard wonders if they died too.

1914-(Age: 24) Leonard heads off to join the army and fight in World War I ten years after the deaths of his parents. He uses pigeons to retrieve bike parts and assembles his motorbike to head off to war.

1918-(Age: 28) Not long after World War 1 ends, Leonard is sent home after missing his foot in the trenches. As bullets are pulled out of him and he’s fitted with a pegged leg, Leonard has flashbacks of his times in the trenches. While he wished to go home, a grenade blew off his leg. In the haze of the explosion, he saw figures of a Corrupted Soul, his parents in their wedding clothes, his Uncle Albert holding the voodoo dolls he killed them with and Mr Crow. Leonard managed to don a gas mask in time, so he survived with his foot gone. That same foot is taken as a sacrifice.

1929-(Age: 39) Leonard follows instructions to a treasure Mr Crow mentioned and digs up the bronze timepiece.

1935-(Age: 45) Visits the Alchemy Lab with his cousins, Frank and Rose and places the timepieces to open the gate. He is wrapped in Roots the last time we see him, his fate left unknown.

Frank:

(How I figured this put isn’t as interesting as the others. Emma looked heavily pregnant when the flower flew up her skirt, so I pretty much speculated he was born within that year as it was only Spring when Emma got pregnant)

1884: (Age: Newborn) Frank Vanderboom is born

1891: (Age: 7) Frank swings too hard on the swing set and hangs on with both hands on the windlass of the well. After being given his Teddy Bear, his Uncle Albert turns the crank, making him fall in.

1909: (Age: 25) Frank is fed a potato in exchange for flints in the storm drain when his cousin, Rose is born.

1924: (Age: 40) Escapes from the well with the help of his cousin Rose after being trapped for 33 years

1926: (Age: 42) Re-unites with Albert in a chess match while planning to kill him. Beats Albert and strangles him to death as revenge for pushing down the well and driving his mother to suicide.

1927: (Age: 43) Has a hot bath and cuts his long hair and beard off. His hair is taken as a sacrifice.

1930: (Age: 46) Goes to the attic and finds the letter his mother Emma sent when looking for him 39 years prior. After seeing his mother and Mr Crow in the stars, he unlocks a box with the code “LOVE”. Frank receives the silver timepiece.

1933: (Age: 49) Shares a dance with his cousin, Rose.

1935-(Age: 51) Visits the Alchemy Lab with his cousins, Leonard and Rose and places the timepieces to open the gate. He is wrapped in Roots the last time we see him, his fate left unknown.

Rose:

1909- (Age: Newborn) Is artificially created by her father, Albert in the Alchemy Lab.

1919- (Age: 10) Communicated with her great-great-uncle, William and promises to help him live again.

1924-(Age: 15) Helps her cousin Frank to escape from the well.

1932-(Age: 23) Visits her family graveyard and digs up the bones of her deceased relatives to complete a skeleton. She receives the gold timepiece.

1933- (Age: 24) Shares a dance with her cousin, Frank and pricks her finger on a broken record. Her blood is taken as a sacrifice.

1935-(Age: 26) Visits the Alchemy lab with her cousins Leonard and Frank. Places the time pieces and sacrifices to open the gate and re-incarnates William as Laura, the woman

[soldrawss]

What’s would the triplets social role at schools be? Like what clique/group

First and foremost, regardless of whichever ‘clique’ they “belong” to, they tend to seek each other in social group settings, for example, at lunch or at games/school rallies/functions. Tend don’t really fit into the stereotypical Jock/Nerd/Popular/Weirdo standing nor do they like that kinda school social structure or hierarchy. Plus, they just like hanging around each other.

But, they can’t always be together, and they DO have friends outside of their little family.

Dewey hangs out with the theatre and band kids. Because obviously. He’s so dramatic and he hecking LOVES composing music, if they didn’t love his contagious laughter and the way he brightens up a room so much, they would have kicked him out of the music room months ago because he’s either trying to steal the spotlight or literally trying to steal someone’s instrument while they play and insist they’re a genius and that they HAVE to teach him how to play (insert whatever instrument here). He’s also on the baseball team because honestly, he has too much boundless energy and could run bases for miles if someone let him and he’s actually a pretty good hit. Not the best thrower by any means though, his aim is always a bit too excitable, so he’s usually put on first base. He’s pretty much best friends with everyone on the team, and Dewey is the type of kid makes friends as easily as someone counts on their fingers, so it’s not hard for him to blend in in any crowd because he’ll always come out with making at least 3 new secret handshakes and 4 new nicknames.

Huey is on the school committee and is a class representative( Vice President) for his grade, which helps him get along with everyone, but doesn’t exactly create close friendships. (And even though he is kind and open and sincere to everyone, he simply doesn’t have the natural charisma that Dewey has that just draws people to him) He does have a few of his friends from his old Woodchucks group though that are in a few of his classes, and they’re always fun to partner up and be nerdy with because they’re used to Huey’s ecstatic tendencies when he gets excited about certain projects and they think it’s endearing. He’s also in science olympiad, which has earned him a few more friends who are just as fascinated by robotics as he is, and he’s just so excited that he can finally fanboy about Gizomduck with his own equally excited people.

Calling Louie a loner is a little bit of an overstatement, but for a while the kid really didn’t have much going for him in terms of groups, so he mostly hung around Webby for awhile. He wasn’t exactly interested in joining any sports clubs and as far as he could tell, he wasn’t interested in any of the extracurricular activities the school had to offer. So while waiting after school for his brothers to get done with their stuff, he got pretty bored pretty fast and he didn’t really have the means to make any friends when he wasn’t really doing anything or making an effort or want to do so. He just so happened to be hanging out by the bleachers one day, watching Dewey practice his swings and looking bored af when this boy with brilliant Blond hair comes by, asks him if he’s busy, and then kidnaps him before he could respond and takes him to one of the empty math classrooms on the second floor of the school. Apparently, the Blond boy was on the Mock Trial, and they desperately needed one more person on their team to enter the state competition. The Blond boy promised Louie didn’t even have to do anything, just show up to a few of the meetings and then to the competition and then the Blond boy and his team would take care of the rest. Louie, against his better judgment, agreed. Because 1) he really was bored, and 2) the Blond boy seemed really passionate, and Louie didn’t want to be the reason their team couldn’t go. The following week he showed up at one of their meetings and found out that the team, all except for the Blond boy, actually kinda, sucked at criminal and civil justice and didn’t seem like they knew what they were doing when they were building a case for the prosecution or defense for the trial. They were focusing on the wrong facts, missing the major points of evidence, ignoring certain witness statements that were the most prominent to the case and don’t even get Louie started on the pre-trial stipulations. The more Louie started pointing out what they were doing wrong and what they could do to fix their case, the more he actually started, liking, being a part of Mock Trial. The next meeting he was fully prepared, even had a bulletin board (compliments of Huey “Oh my God I can’t believe you’re actually getting into something not Money related who are you and what have you done with my brother?”) ready with cross-examinations and everything. By the time the competition arrived, the team was fully ready to crush it, and the Blond boy, with a confident gleam that reminded Louie of Dewey before he was about to touch a cursed Idol he was just told he absolutely shouldn’t touch, that it wouldn’t have been possible without Louie. And Louie would have agreed with him if he wasn’t too busy trying to make the warm fuzzy feelings in his stomach go away at the compliment. They ended up getting second place, which Louie supposes isn’t bad for only having like, 2 and a half weeks to prepare really, and the Blond boy thanks him with a hug the Louie WHOLEY isn’t prepared for at all. Louie acts cool though, ignoring the knowing looks and smiles his teammates kindly try to hide behind their hands, and promises that next year, they’d win for sure. The smile he’s rewarded with from the Blond boy makes him so glad he was so bored on those bleachers that day.

Webby is a cheerleader, and is absolutely friends with 0 of them despite her best efforts. She became a cheerleader for 2 reasons. Ohhhhh those backflips look fun, watch this girls. And. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh matching skirts, I need now. Imagine Webby as an overeager, over-excitable Kim possible, who loves pink and wants to be best friends with the Bonnie Rockwaller of the team. She makes the team, obviously, because no one can deny that Webby has the skill and the cheer prowess of an actual goddess, but her cheerfulness and downright people pleasing pleasant attitude isn’t enough to win the hearts of the squad. Despite that though, she still makes the best of it and still tries her best to get her squad to become her bffs (like they are in the movies). Despite what the cheer captain says about cheerleading only being done at Football and basketball games, Webby still decides that the other sports are just as deserving too, and never fails to show up to every one of Dewey’s games and cheer him on. This has earned her quite the reputation of becoming the unofficial Cheer Charm, (because despite whether the teams win or lose, she never fails to cheer them back up with a cool chant of an awesome kickflip or even just somehow embarrassing Dewey) She now goes around to every sports game/meet/competition she can, and tries to spread a little bit of that contagious and generous cheer with her because she didn’t realize before just how much that could mean to someone. Just how much one person cheering you on, a friend, could make all the difference in the world. The nickname, which was, of course, Dewey’s doing, caught on to the rest of the school, and soon everyone around knew who she was, and always greeted her with a friendly hello, smile, or high five. Everyone from the women’s track team to the chess club to even Louie’s Mock trial event (though she made to keep a silent cheer for that one, and they wouldn’t let her bring her pom pom’s into the courtroom) Despite none of them being as close to the best friends forever as Webby had imagine, she’s still incredibly happy with how many actual friends she’s made through this whole experience, and how many she continues to make every day just because she decides to take an awkward step forward away from social norms, because really, what even are those anyway, and decided to just be her kind and happy self. 

[betratyal]

                       the first clear thought in years:                              I REFUSE TO DIE.

JACOB BATALON? No, that’s actually PETER PETTIGREW from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of AMBROSIA PETTIGREW and ALISTER MCALISTER? Only 20 years old, this GRYFFINDOR alumni works as a DISH WASHER and is sided with HIMSELF. HE/THEY identifies as AGENDER and is a HALFBLOOD who is known to be CUNNING, HUMOROUS and ALLOCENTRIC but also OBSESSIVE, PASSIVE and COWARDLY. 

LINKS – pinboard, stats, app. CHARACTER PARALLELS – winston bishop ( new girl ), sid jenkins ( skins ), charles boyle ( b99 ), edmund pevensie ( narnia ), eric forman ( that 70s show ), bunny corcoran ( the secret history ) AESTHETIC –  ketchup stains on band shirts, an incomprehensible minute long string of curses, tracing the veins in your wrist, the smell of breakfast and fresh coffee, card tricks at three in the morning, freddie mercury impersonations, lying on the floor of the kitchen staring a the ceiling for three hours, trembling hands holding a joint, a guilty grin. HEADS UP – this intro contains mentions of bullying, death, mental illness (eating disorders (bed & bulimia) and depression and anxiety), self destructive tendencies and weed. ive trigger warned each bullet point where it comes up.

history ( 1960 - 1978 )

peter was born to ambrosia pettigrew, a halfblooded scottish-filipino witch. his father -- a muggle -- was not in the picture and hadn’t been ever since he’d learned of ambrosia’s pregnancy; he would sent her money every now and then, in the first years of peter’s life, but was never in the picture. ( and that was for the best, thought ambrosia; she didn’t love him, and he was a muggle, but still --- she was heartbroken and wished that she could give more to her son ).

peter grew up living with his mother in a small flat in glasgow. his grandparents lived nearby, and he spent a lot of time with them. peter learned how to be alone from a young age, with his mother working a lot and he himself lacking friends and peers to waste the days with --- as a child, he delved into fictional worlds ( superhero comics, roald dahl novels, animated tv shows ) and found friends there.

bullying tw / went to muggle elementary as well, but never felt at home there. he was the odd one out: his clothes didn’t fit well, his nervous habits were annoying to his classmates, his words were too clumsy and his eyes too shifty. he didn’t mind not having friends ( or so he thought, until he did have them ) but he did mind being picked on and teased. end of tw

death tw /  his grandmother died when he was seven and it was devastating; peter’s family was so small and compact, his social world so limited, that it had a huge impact. his relationship with his grandfather did grow much stronger through it. end of tw 

and then peter finally went to hogwarts! and peter made friends for the FIRST TIME. and he found a second home! ah, my god --- peter was so happy, he was really so hyped and in awe of his life and his friends. it all felt a bit surreal; especially because he looked up to james and sirius and remus so much --- james, mainly, but all of them were so amazing, and he was so amazed that they liked him, too.

peter always loved heroes. he loves comic books and people who save the day and get the girl and do it all. i think he kind of … projected that onto james and sirius especially? did not know how to do this friendship thing as an 11 year old tbh, was a mess, was blinded by their amazingness damn, and thus kind of hero worshipped them, didn’t see their flaws and faults.

re: peter being a gryffindor; peter admires heroism and bravery and chivalry, and it’s your values that get you sorted some place. and he always did try to be brave, and he WAS in a lot of moments, because he became a damn animagus for his bud! i mean! he was not a hatstall btw  — i choose to ignore that stupid bit of post canon. it took a while for the hat, sure, but no more than two minutes.  

peter was a pretty bad student, to be honest. not because he was stupid, but because he’s just not build for school. deadlines? exams? homework? no thank you --- those were both sources of stress and horribly tedious things and peter was much too occupied with shenanigans and having fun. peter learned better in different settings: he got very good at certain charms because they allowed him to be lazy ( hello, accio! ) and was able to put his mind to becoming an animagus because there was a necessity and a proper motivation, and became better at potions because of all the hangover potions he brew. 

becoming an animagus for remus was ! important ! to peter ! he did it for remus, not because of peer pressure, or anything else — he did it because it was right, and his friend deserved it and ! he did it, too, because he could. sure, his transfig grades may have been more than poor, but the kid did have some skill. he just needed motivation, which mcgonagall didn’t give (bc. she scared him.) and this situation? motivated the hell out of him.

peter would be lying if he said he wasn’t taken a bit aback when he learned about remus’ lycanthropy — not because he was scared of him, to be honest, but he was just ? shocked ? he was more scared for remus, and so sad? so fucking sad for him? : ( he cried

he also loved spending his time at hogwarts playing games; from muggle card games to chess to gobstones. collected chocolate frogs Very Seriously as well, and still does tbh.

weed & anxiety tw / peter started smoking pot in the summer between his fourth and fifth year, and never really stopped. it made him slack more at school, but also eased his anxiety, which had started to develop in his fourth year. as months passed, peter became more and more of a stoner, which made him both more relaxed and funnier, but also … a whole of a lot lazier. end of weed tw

peter had always been a bit … fidgety, easily on edge, a bit nervous, but he’d never really known anxiety until around fourteen years old. his insecurities grew, as he started comparing himself more to his friends and finding nothing but things he lacked in comparison to them, and questions as to why they put up with him. end of anxiety tw

so his schooldays mostly looked like … doing nothing, playing games, having fun with his mates, getting high, forgetting his homework, stressing about homework, and somewhere, in a tiny corner of his being, worrying about the war. whenever those worries started coming up, though, he was able to push them away, because the war was not yet there, not for him at least. there was graduation to worry about first, and once that was done, then he could worry about the war.

post graduation - now ( 1978 - 1980 )

peter joins the order along with his friends, because it was what was right. peter believes in their cause, hates the death eaters, hates discrimination and racism and terrorism --- of course he fucking does, and so he joins, even though he feels incompetent. i have written a lot about this in his app too, which is linked above! 

he starts working as a dishwasher in muggle glasgow, preferring a bit of a break from the wizarding world every now and then. peter’s not unambitious, per se, but he doesn’t have enough faith in himself to try and pursue a career ( and besides, what’s the point in the midst of a war? ). plus, peter doesnt need any more stress on his plate, and dish washing is laidback and at least kind of fun. 

depression & weed & eating disorder (bed/bulimia) tw | peter feels useless in the order, though. he seems to lack the skills, the guts, the everything that the people around him have. before, their heroics mightve inspired him; now they just make him feel like a shitty person, like a burden. peter starts secluding himself a little, hiding in his mother’s home. he smokes more pot. he sometimes goes almost week without seeing someone besides his mum and his coworkers. he watches too much telly and reads comics and drowns in fictional worlds and he becomes depressed. he sinks into it without noticing and can’t come back from it. his eating habits ( which have always bordered on unhealthy ) turn worse; peter binges, and then restricts, falls into a cycle. it’s the only routine he has.

when he’s around his friends, he lives up a little. he cracks jokes and wants to play games and laughs and feels a bit more alive, but he always craves his time on his own. that’s his new way to feel safe: to stick to his newly found routine, hidden in his room, away from reality. | end of tw

the idea to join the death eaters comes out of fear. peter feels like the order is losing, and feels like death is inevitable. i dont know how true this is, but the fact is that the death eaters are ruthless and that his life is on the line because of his position. i wrote a Lot about this in his app too, so if u want a more comprehensive explanation i’d def read it here, its the second hc!

he joins, because he thinks it will give him a saver position. play both sides, play for the winning side --- he’s always had a bit of an opportunistic streak, which definitely helps sway his decision. in the end he’s just afraid of dying, and that’s why he joins; he’s twenty, his life has hardly started --- he doesn’t want to die, no cause is worth that, none at all. ( he should have just ran )

he joins in may 1978, for timeline reasons, so he’s been a death eater for only a few months. it’s been a lot different than he imagined ----- peter thought he’d blend in the background quietly, that he’d have to do shitty jobs ( which is true ) and that he’d be left alone. he underestimated it, because well --- he was desperate when he joined, and he didn’t think about the consequences, and he didn’t think about how voldemort’s cruelty wasn’t just reserved for his enemies but for his followers, too. there’s no stepping out of line with the death eaters; mistakes are not treated lightly and peter --- afraid, a bit of a bumbling idiot, learns this quite soon.

his function is mostly just to be a spy; relay information and share plans, name members, etcetera. he’s not very active because he’s a spy, but i imagine that he is present at the bigger meetings. AND FML HE’S GOOD AT IT! he’s good at lying and sneaking and being a sly bastard --- he used those skills for pranks, once. now he uses it to betray his fellow prankers : D

peter, at that point, hates himself. he’s always had a bit of self loathing, but it’s gained the upper hand now and he’s drowning in it; it does allow for him to ignore his conscience, though, for him to ignore the reality and just stew in his negativity. he’s got a woe is me mentality, for sure, and he’s so god damn passive about his situation. 

timeclash reaction.

peter’s reaction to the timeclash was ... a lot. i wrote about it in his app, so if u want to read my whole ass rambling, i rec that. but tldr: he’s shocked, at what he becomes. the peter he is now is a traitor, yes, but he’s not yet the person who ends up betraying james and lily and harry, who frames sirius --- and it’s ground shattering to find out that he’s on the road to become such a person. 

self destructiveness, weed, alcohol tw / his self loathing grows more. peter wasn’t doing very well before, but the timeclash makes something snap inside him --- he abandons his needs, punishes himself in small ways, loses sight of himself. he drinks and smokes too much. he’s so scared of himself. he’s in hiding, when he first finds out, scared of his friends and the death eaters and the order members and the people from the future who have met a worse version of him end of tws

part of peter is also like “i havent done any of these things yet, i know i am not the BEST person but i am still . not That Bad! stop being mad for something i havent done yet!”

around this time, he’s realising that he can either keep hiding, that he can completely destroy himself and all the ties he has, or he can take this opportunity to change his course. to not become the person all these people from the future know, to change change change, to make up for the wrongs he has committed and the wrongs he will commit if he keeps on going the way he is --- and that’s where he’s at now.

on another hand, he definitely watched all the star wars movies that came out over the past 50 yrs and hates kylo ren and cried when han died!!! he is in awe of the mcu movies but also thinks they did the comics dirty. i wish someone would introduce him to video games bc he would cry from happiness.

personality & details

OKAY onto the fun stuff, that was way too depressing and peter is usually a comedic icon

peter parker is his favourite superhero just because … they share a first name and because peter parker is a bit of an underdog too and peter is just like! amazing! he named his owl parker.

he hates cats. used to love them — he was allowed to take the cat from home with him to hogwarts when he was eleven, but he brought him back home after an unfortunate incident where his cat nearly ate him while he was in his animagus form. “sorry ma, i don’t love him any more. here. have him.”

peter is actually a solid cook. this is because he learned to make some basic food when he was still a kid, first with his grandma, and later on his own. he liked doing it for his mother and he was. .. good at it? peter is also just passionate about food and finds comfort in cooking. breakfast food and baked goods are Prime Food Categories.

he is asexual af, panromantic. has kissed both guys and gals and nb pals but did not like it??? confused. does not understand sexuality and all that jazz but tries not to think abt it because like! he’s got enough stress! doesnt need to think abt this!

peter is also agender, but i think he’s a lot less aware about this, because it’s confusing and so he just tries not to think about it. he does feel okay with he/him pronouns, but just doesn’t feel connected at all to being a boy/man

peter has abandonment issues because his dad, well, never even bothered to be there. not even for a second. he’s just constantly scared that people will leave and it’s funny, because he will probably end up abandoning all of his loved ones KDJFHSDF.

peter is quite non confrontational but also not … meek? he just avoids it, either by physically staying out of people’s way or by dismissing most of the things said and getting out of there. a Passive Kid. 

he’s such a fucking dork i swear to god. but he’s funny! peter is really funny. i deeply believe in this. he makes great puns and is able to just come out of nowhere and make a comment that just. hits the nail right on its head.

peter curses a lot and has a scottish accent and sometimes he will have a minute long cursing session that no one rly understands.

[parf-fan]

2019 shows have been posted!

Queen's Court

The town gathers to officially welcome Her Majesty as she makes her first visit to the Shire of Mt. Hope. Her glorious court will be introduced, and the Queen herself shall pass judgement on petitions submitted by the townsfolk. 'Twill be a merry gathering that sets the tone for the rest of the festival day!

The Irish Revels

The O'Sullivan Quintuplets, a touring sibling band from the Emerald Isle, who have just lost their lead musician to a new position in her Majesty's court, are now down to four. Join this misfit family as they pull themselves up by their bootstraps with their impressive music chops and delightful chaotic energy. [I’m so bloody pleased this group is still a thing.]

Boarshead Brawl

Mistress Quickly is hoping for a smooth grand opening to her new establishment: the Boarshead Inn. But as two feuding local families encounter each other, the tension threatens to boil over into a violent fray. Watch as Mistress Quickly defends her tavern against brawlers, swordmasters, and worst of all…playwrights. [THE BOARSHEAD BRAWL IS BACK YOU GUYS YASSSSSS! Don’t get me wrong, I adored the Melee, but the Brawl was the first in-house show I ever saw at the Faire, and it holds a very special place in my heart. Also, the stage was (and presumably now will be once more) cool as heck.]

The Sirens

Four pirate captains, members of The Order of The Relentless Contessa (Heave Ho!), have land-sailed far inland to hammer out the details for a new accord. Join these fearsome females for many sea shanties and a healthy dose of filthy pirate humor. [OH MY GODS THAT’S WHAT ORC STANDS FOR HOLY FUCKING SHIT look, you don’t understand, okay, when I saw that I squeed at such a high frequency that I’m surprised the windows didn’t break, and I couldn’t stop hand-flapping for like a solid ten minutes. I’ve never been happier.]

Trunk Shows

The citizens of our shire have been tasked with providing family-friendly entertainment for our guests! Witness the Story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf like you've never seen it before, learn the tale of Doctor Faustus, and witness one of England's oldest tales: The Legend of Black Shuck! Join us at the Discovery Stage for some entertainment that everyone, young and old, can enjoy!

The Boy who Cried Wolf Sheriff Perry has apprehended one of the shire's most devious ne'er-do-wells and as his community service, the good Sheriff is making him do the hardest task possible: entertain nipperkins with a morality fable!

Faustus Christopher Marlowe has entrusted some of our shire's citizenry with producing his most famous play: Dr. Faustus. Unfortunately it is REALLY long. It's up to young William Shakespeare and his friends to condense the tale on the spot. Is the young glover a good enough writer to pull off such a feat?

The Legend of Black Shuck England's most haunting creature has never felt sillier. Learn of the demon dog that prowls England's countryside, and decide for yourself if he is really a bad dog, or just a misunderstood puppy.

The Rakish Rogues

Sterling Armstrong leads this band of terrifying and dangerous highwaymen...or at least that is how they think they appear in their heads. Join this merry band of misfits in celebrating a successful sting with song, filthy humor and a touch of bumbling charm. [I’m still shocked that it took us this long to think of highwaymen for the Rogues, because it’s friggin’ perfect.]

Trial and Dunke

One thing Sheriff Jacob Perry loves about festival days: they make a great excuse to execute mob justice. He's acquired a brand new dunke tank and has assembled some of the shire's most devious criminals so that he may deliver their punishment. So what if they insist that they are innocent? That's what they all say! Come and see cold wet justice served. [There, all ye patrons who do nothing but gripe about changes, here’s one of the old shows back.]

Midday Revels

The Queen and her court are offered the best music and talents the Shire has to offer! Join her Majesty in the entertaining merriment! [From what I understand, it’s like Music With Her/Their Majesty(s), except it’s just the invasions by other groups. A bit variety-show ish.]

Human Chess

A dispute between two Mt. Hope families shall be resolved in traditional fashion: with a game of Human Chess! Witness the clash of steel and the thrill of melee combat as the citizen of Mt. Hope fight for their respective sides before the watching eyes of Her Majesty and all her court.

The Rogues and Sirens

These two groupings of highwaymen and pirates have joined their thieving forces to perform filthy pub songs for the good people of The Shire. Buy an ale and spend some time singing along with these delightful criminals. [Y’all, this is gonna be hecking rad.]

Disasterpiece Theater

Young master William Shakespeare has a day away from the glove shop, and he's been dying to try his hand at playwrighting. He has assembled the best performers the shire has to offer (and that he can afford with his meager budget of beer and the mysterious currency "exposure"). Presenting a different modern story with a 16th century twist every weekend of the Faire, only one thing is for certain: it is sure to be a Disasterpiece! [One: YESSSS IT’S BACK IT’S BACK IT’S BAAAAAAACK!!!! Two: having young William host this is a stroke of genius. Three: exposure tho, I’m gonna shit myself.]

Ultimate Joust

Knights both good and evil gather to joust for honor, glory, and the entertainment of all the people of Mt. Hope. Elizabeth hopes for naught but a bit of rousing sport, but some of the villainous knights may have other ideas…An epic conclusion to a thrilling festival day that is not to be missed!

Finale in Song

The time hath come for Her Majesty's royal coronation before her court and all the good people of Mt. Hope. But though 'tis a sacred ceremony, Elizabeth sees no reason why it cannot be accompanied by song, dance, and celebration! Become a part of the village of Mt. Hope, and end your festival day with merry music, and joyous laughter.

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Also, Friday Knight Improv is here still, and though it’s not listed, I presume that Tournament Joust is still a thing.

It appears that Bloody Best is no more, though, which does sadden me, for I enjoyed the heck out of that show, but believe it or not, the Faire’s still gonna be great.

I’m so excited. This is gonna be fantastic.