#una is the mom in this scenario

[zoozoocala]

POV: you’re a teenage lesbian going to prom with a guy from Trivia Club who is probably also gay and your mom makes you take a commemorative picture

[greensagephase]

a random thought/imagine because I NEED to run into a Miguel at a Mexican party and falling in love with him! @fairlyang 's post got me going, I was going to reblog my crazy scenario through their post, and then this turned TOO LONG (I'm delusional, so that's why this is so detailed)!!

If you're not Latina/Mexican - just hear a delusional woman out plsssss (me hoping to manifest by writing this fr fr)

Going to a Mexican party, sitting at a table with my family because soy una muchacha seria y callada (I'm a serious and quiet girl), so I'm not on the dance floor, but I see Miguel in the crowd with the other men talking, dressed with a sombrero and botas (cowboy hat and boots), wearing gold jewelry (he's Mexican he has to wear gold jewelry, sorry not sorry).

I'm trying very hard not to stare and make it obvious because my fam is there and I'm a good family girl, a proper señorita, who hasn't been with anyone nor has done anything with anyone (this is my version guys, so don't mind the personal touches here) but !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'M ALREADY IMAGINING WHAT HIS VOICE SOUNDS LIKE, HOW MUCH TALLER HE'D BE IF I WERE STANDING IN FRONT OF EACH OTHER!! I'm subtly -oh so subtly- admiring his large broad shoulders and BACKKK (having some serious thoughts about this part; hint: my long nails, anywayyyy), the way he stands, his thick thighs, the way he lifts a cup to his mouth, his laugh, his smile - yall, I'm planning a whole wedding, even though I know I'm not making a damn move because your girl IS SHY IRL (a moment for the shy girls ✊🏼😔), but a girl can daydream behind the centros de mesa (table centerpieces) my mom and grandma are taking home by the end of the night!!

I keep watching him, subtly, telling myself it's silly but I keep daydreaming anyway. IT'S FREE!!!!!!

He ends up spotting me from across the room while some love song is playing in the background because you know, Latinos and our love songs!! It's probably something like "Háblame de Ti" by Banda MS or some song by Grupo Frontera like "Bebe Dame" 😍 (iykyk) anyway, the music is not helping your delusional girl (me, you, us, everyone).

Imagine imagine imagine - MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH HIM AS HE BRINGS THE CUP TO HIS MOUTH WITH A LITTLE SMIRKKK-(why did I just get goosebumps?) YALL YAL YALL

Freezing up and going through all stages of grief because I was caught staring !!!!!!!!!!!! I look away, trying to play it off even though my cheeks are the color of the red flowers adorning the room!!! I'm drinking some water, trying to C H I L L because I can feel his gaze on me.

Thinking it's safe, I look again AND - HE'S STARING

Then for idk how long it's just a lot of ignoring/pretending that's not happening because once again, I'M SHYYYY (once I get to know you I open up but like, it takes a hot week) but I'm just thinking, "este hombre" (this man; also wondering what his name is and why I've never seen this man before???) because I'm literally dying pretending I'm okay and fighting the inappropriate thoughts while sitting next to my grandma because Miguel keeps staring, going along with his conversation with the men (who have noticed him staring and probably tease him about making a move, or telling him to forget it because "esa muchacha/morra no baila con nadie" (that girl doesn't dance with anyone). So he just watches from a distance, trying to gather some info and noticing little things like how I'm avoiding his gaze, the nervous smile, trying to pretend that side of the building doesn't exist-

and thennnnnnnnnnnnnnn

at some point he leaves his side of the room, steps determined. I once again *subtly* notice this and then freak out when he's coming my way but I'm like "no way, right? right?" *hearts racing abnormally*

IMAGINE HIM APPROACHING THE TABLE AND INTRODUCING HIMSELF TO YOUR PARENTS AND GRANDMA, OR WHOEVER ELSE IS THERE?? And then looking at you, giving you a gentle, soft smile WITH SOME MISCHIEF BEHIND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES YOU'VE EVER HAD THE PRIVILIGE LAYING EYES ON AND MAKING YOU FEEL THINGS - or like a commenter said the other day in one of my posts "senti cosas de mujer" (I felt women things)!! YOU'RE FEELING THINGS THINGS !!!

AND HE ASKS YOUR PARENTS IF HE CAN ASK YOU TO DANCE WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE HE REALIZES YOU'RE A FAMILY GIRL, AND THAT'S HOW HE'S GOING TO WIN YOUR FAMILY SO HE CAN HAVE YOU BECAUSE MANS HAS ALSO ALREADY PLANNED THE WEDDING RECEPTION'S MENU !!!!!!!!!!!

ok bye, thank you for listening to my unhinged scenario but in all seriousness - God - I've seen what you've done for others !!!!! Send a Miguel O'Hara lookalike my way with sombrero y botas, chest hair, and gold jewelry, and who knows how to fix the light that turned on in my vehicle, which I've been ignoring for months, and who helps with the masa for the tamales para Navidad (helps with the tamales dough for Christmas) because he has large, warm hands 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

[nameless-ghoul-trash]

Papa emeritus IV X Ghoul!Mom!F!Reader

Part 2

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Word count: 2.1k

Lightly proofread

Warnings: none.

Part 1 / Part 3

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You were standing outside the ghouls den waiting for Copia to show up. After you left Copia's office, you had finished your chores. Having finished with an hour to spare and you went back to your room to find it empty. It left you feeling rather empty yourself. You spent a good portion of that time thinking over the who scenario before heading for the to head to the den, bringing you to the present. Watching Copia turn the corner. He had fixed his paints, looking nothing of how he did at your last meeting. You call out a greeting. "Hello, Copia. Are you ready?" Smiling he replied. "Yes, fiore! I have had some time to think over everything." Moving over to the door he knocked, he waited a second and then pushed the door open. He seemed to be in a rush. Probably wanting to get this over with. Following behind Copia, you smile. In the middle of the common room was a ghoul pile, and in the middle lay Aether. Happy purrs and chatters could be heard coming from the pile.

Rain was the first to pop his head up. "Hi Papa, Ma." He greats you both and continues. "What are you guys doing?" One by one, you see the rest look towards the two of you. "It had come to my attention that I needed to come talk to all of you as a group. Solo noi come una famiglia." In the process of talking, Copia his way to sit on the floor in front of the ghoul pile. He turns and gestures for you to join him.

Taking a seat the ghouls before you untangle themselves from each other. Once everybody is sitting up, Copia began. "I know today did not go as we expected. Some painful information was dropped on us all." He talked to them as if he were a father talking to his children. Voice gentle, understanding, and caring. "This is something we will need to work through together." There was a pause."Why is this happening?" Mountain was the first to speak out. His voice was unsteady. "It is my fault. I have not been performing my duties as Papa as well as I should be. I am not matching up with the expectation. This is the punishment that was deemed necessary. I tried to get Sister Imperator to reconsider with nothing to show for it." He was being completely honest. Guilt written all over his face. He was not hiding any information from the band.

"That's bullshit!" Sodo's angry voice cuts through the air, causing Copiato stiffen. "You work harder than most! How do you not meet the expectations. Almost all of our past rituals have been successes. You do the workload of at least three people. What do they actually expect from you! Sure, you're a ditz sometimes, but come on." Sodo looked exasperated. "He's right. You don't deserve this. We don't deserve this." Cumulus commented. "I agree." Rain and Curris added in unison. "What are we going to do? They are taking away a vital part of our group. Swapping an experienced guitarist for someone new!" Swiss voiced his thoughts, which was followed by Mountains. "There is also no guarantee that the new one will end up being any good either." You just sat there listening to what everyone had to say. "I hear your concerns. I have similar concerns as well. We will need to do our best to accommodate to the changes. It will be a learning process for us all." Copia does his best to ease their concerns.

You become painful aware of the guilt and sadness that had spread across Aether's face. His voice broke your heart when he chose to speak. You had to resist the urge to crawl over and hold him. "What of me?" It came out broken, almost scared of the answer. All eyes were on him the moment the words left his mouth. "What will happen to me?" He voiced a little clearer. Copia's face softened even more. "Do not worry, Aether. You will remain here. You may be pulled from the band, but you are not any less one of us. I will die before I let anyone rip you from your home. " There was a spark of a feeling you couldn't quite pin point with the was his voice dropped to almost that of a threatening tone. A wave of relief rushed over Aether. The others also seemed pleased with that answer. "I don't know if this arrangement is going to be temporary or permanent. I'm not going to promise either to you all. I need you to know that I am always on your side, and I will always do my best for you guys." Copia continued. "Papa informed me that the new ghoul will be summoned next Friday. They will be fresh and in need of a guide. Aether, would you be comfortable taking that role?" You asked.

Watching a small smile creep up to his face, he accepted. "I think I can do that." Copia take over again. "Thank you. They will move into one of the open rooms. We give them two or three day to adjust once they arrive. After their training will begin. I would like you all to welcome them with open minds and kindness. They did not choose this, and they are not to blame." Everyone responded in some way, weather it be vocalized or a gesture. Patting Copia's shoulder, you proceed to stand, letting them finish the conversion without you. Watching you walk through the door, Copia let out a sigh.

Looking back at his ghouls, he becomes aware of them all staring at him with either a stupid grin or an expectant look on their faces. "What?" Copia questions. "We totally see what's happening." Aurora giggled out. "See what?" He stares back, confusion clearly written across his painted face. "That look." She pushes again. His brows furrowed deeper. "Did I mess up my paint?" He brings a hand up to his face, but not quite touching. This causes a couple of them to chuckle at his obviousness. "No, Papa. Your paints are fine." Cirrus reassures. "Then what is it?" His confusion turning to frustration. "(Y/N), Papa. We know you've got a thing for her." Swiss interjected.

Feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck and warm his face, he looked to the side. "I do not know what you're talking about." He denied. "We noticed a while ago. You don't hide it very well." Cumulus commented, giggling at the man. "Don't feel bad about it." She added, trying to confort him. Facing them, he let another sigh fall from his lips. "Is it really that obvious?" Sodo barked a laughing. "Painfully so. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the ministry knew."

"You ever going to make a move?" Aether pried. Copia ran a hand through his hair. The thought of approaching you about his attraction to you had crossed his mind countless times. He ran into the same problem every time. "I don't know how." The confession stund the group. "What do you mean you don't know how? Get her flowers. Invite her to dinner. I've never seen her with anyone, so at least you've got a shot." Sodo throws at him. Copia made an exasperated gesture. "Satanas! I know that! But I don't know her favorite flower, nor what her favorite food is, not even her favorite color. Non so niente di lei! Even after all my years of knowing her, I do not truly know her." He tries to voice low. The room quiets.

Realization hits each of them like a ton of bricks. None of them knew much, if anything, about you. They knew you worked hard and hardly complained. You had always lended a helping hand to anyone in need. You listened, gave advice, never judged, and always took care of everyone. That's when the guilt crept in. You were all these thing for them, yet they hadn't taken the time to learn about you. Satan, they had been in your room and hadn't even noticed any consistent colors that would indicate a favor. All except one.

The room remained in a thick silence until Rain broke it. "I guess none of - " Sodo interrupts him. "She always smells of lemon grass and sage. Never strongly but enough that when she holds me, I can smell it. So she probably spends some time on that side of the garden. She also has a pressed (Favorite Flower) framed beside her bed. I know she has not been with anyone at least in the last year or so because I would smell it on her. I'm around her enough that I would notice. She rarely smells of anyone but us long enough for it to be noticeable. That'll at least give you a start." Sodos voice was soft as he played with his fingers, seemingly embarrassed. Everyone just looked at him shocked. His grumpy attitude returning he looked around. "What? Surprised I actually pay attention?" He bit out. Copia smiles. "That is actually very helpful. Thank you." He was sincere in his appreciation for the fire ghoul.

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In the kitchen, you settled at the sink to do the task at hand. Almost finished, you hear the door and then the thuding of footsteps. Coming to stand beside you, Copia looks at you. "You did amazing in there. See, you didn't need me, and they have your back." You smile at him. He just takes you in for a minute. From the base of your horns, the curve of your lips exposing the sharp points of your fangs to the beautiful (E/C) of your eyes. A warm feel makes its home in his chest. "Sí, il mio fiore, you were correct." Continuing your work, you ask."Do you feel better now?" "Yes very much so." "Good! It's going to be a bumpy road, just know that you have people who have your back." You beemed at him.

Copia paused for a minute. Now was as good a time as ever. Willing his nerves not to show, he tried to discreetly let out a breath. "Um, (Y/N), I have a question." Not stopping your work, you giggled. "Shoot." "Would you be apposed to have having dinner with me." The question surprised you, halting your actions, you look at him. He was visible nervous. Suddenly, a wave of your own dread and fear crash over you. "Like a date?" You question back. "Not if you don't want it to be. It could be just dinner as friends. You don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable with." He was rambled on. The tension was clear as day, both panicking for different reasons. You steeled yourself, trying to rein in your emotions. Dinner was just that, dinner. As much as you were afraid, you were also lonely.

You were tired of the loneliness if you were honest with yourself. You had spent many years being careful of what you let happen in your life, that in the end you neglected yourself all the same. Having lost your closest friend over five years ago, you never really opened up to anyone after that. The closest you had come was the time you had spent with a certain ghoul.

It was just dinner. You were not laying yourself bare to him or spilling you secrets. It was eating a nice meal with a good man. You could not deny your attraction to the human. More than once, she had caught her eyes wondering over to him when in the same room.

Giving him a smile, you make eye contact. "I would like that." His words died on his tongue. It is him who looked surprised now. "Wait, really?" Drying your hands, you turn your body to face him. "Yeah! I think that it would be nice." "Oh well! Good, good." A slight awkward air fell between the two. He honestly had not expected to get this far. "Umm, how about Saturday? Does that work for you?" You lay your hand on his shoulder. "Yes, Copia. That works for me." Copia looks to the sink and back to you. "Would you want any help finishing?" He asks. "If you would like to, you can dry as I finish washing." Taking off his gloves, he grabs the towel, and they finish the dishes together.

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No one can convince me that Sodo would not cling to someone he veiws as a motherly figure. I will die on that hill. I hope you enjoyed part 2. As always, feedback and requests are always appreciated and encouraged.

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@water-ghoulette

@thirstyroses-world

Here's another photo from the ritual!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Me pregunto como interactuaran LMK canon con el au monkey king and the infant XDD seria hilarante que vieran una versión del rey mono tan relajada y seguro de mismo (muestra sus defectos y no los oculta, canon wukong) y que macaco es una madre feroz que hace tapetes con la mirada y que ambos están juntos bjsabd

used DeepL translator this time cus google was acting odd;

"I wonder how LMK canon will interact with au monkey king and the infant XDD it would be hilarious to see such a relaxed and confident version of the monkey king (he shows his flaws and doesn't hide them, canon wukong) and that macaque is a fierce mother who makes mats with her eyes and that the two are together bjsabd."

I have considered scenarios where the Canon LMK characters interact with their Au counterparts XD

Like a glitch in the Wukongverse leads to the canon and the au verses colliding.

Canon & Au MK, at the same time: "Wow! Another me! Why are you in monkey/human form tho? Huh!? I've always been like this! Wait..." Au!MK: "Wait... you're not like a default monkey? That must be weird for mom and dad." Canon!MK: "WHOM???" *cue both MKs screaming. Canon and Au shadowpeach approach one another* Canon!SWK, pokes Au!Wukong's stomach: "Whoa, this version of me has really let himself go..." Au!SWK, annoyed: "And look, this me is still an emotionally immature slob." *grabs canon!Wukong's hand* "You try being half-mortal for twenty years!" *cue a multi-SWK fight. The Macaques watch on* Canon!Macaque, suspiciously: "What about you? How come you look so... content?" Au!Macaque: "Lets just say... I learned to forgive someone." Canon!Macaque: "Ugh. Don't tell me..." Au!Macaque: "I know, I know..."

Neither versions of the characters want to reveal information that could affect the others timelines/relationships too badly, but there's still slip ups...

Especially when the kids are causing havoc around the different Shadowpeach couples.

*Both shadowpeaches are sitting around on FFM. The different kids are play-fighting* Canon!SWK: "So wait, you guys got turned mortal because of some comet?" Au!SWK: "Yeah, its a long story, and we don't wanna give away too much that could like derail your universe." Canon!Macaque: "I think we can handle some interdimensional mayhem." Au!Macaque: "Ok, so it started-" *notices the kids playing a bit too roughly. Mom-voice activates* "QI XIAOTIAN AND LONG XIAOJIAO! You stop fighting like animals this instant!" Au!MK & Mei: "Sorry Bama!!" "Yeah! Sorry!" Canon! MK & Mei: "Uh, yeah sorry!" "Our bad!" Au!Macaque, voice back to normal: "I swear even if we were still immortal, they'd make us age..." Au!SWK: "True that." Canon SWK & Macaque: 0_0 X_0 Canon!Macaque: "Care explaining to me, what the fuck?" Au! SWK & Macaque: "Language!"

Canon Shadowpeach are def a little uncomfortable around, but envious of the Au married couple. Au Wukong and Macaque are very affectionate and have been reconciled for some time. Combined with an odd number of baby Mystic Monkeys around the alternate household, and the canon monkeys have a lot of questions.

Canon!Macaque, helping clean up dinner: "Soooo... when you meant forgive, you and your Wukong sorta...?" Au!Macaque, washing dishes: "Yeah. *Stuff* happened." Canon!Macaque: "In this context; *stuff* meaning your MK?" Au!Macaque: "Yep." Canon!Macaque: "Dang. One more question." Au!Macaque: "Go ahead." Canon!Macaque: "In making your MK, did you and Wukong ba-" Au!Macaque, face bright red: "Not where the kids can hear!! The twins have our ears!" Canon!Macaque, chuckling: "Ok then. I'll take that as a yes." Au!Macaque, still a little flustered: "It involved the comet. Thats all I'm gonna say." Canon!Macaque: "...what??"

Overall everyone is left very confused but with a fresh perspective on things.

Canon Pigsy is jealous that his au counterpart has more employees other than MK (au Wukong and Nezha). Both Tangs are just infodumping with eachother, while the Sandys are drinking tea.

The ones with the biggest shocks I imagine would be the canon kids tho, especially Nezha.

Canon!Nezha: "You look... rougher than me." Au!Nezha, unsurprised: "I imagine that you're still guarding the Map?" Canon!Nezha: "Ehh... not anymore. Wukong stole it." Au!Nezha: "Hmph. And they still let you stay in the Celestial Realm?" Canon!Nezha: "Yes? Why wouldn't they?" Au!Nezha, getting more quiet: "They didn't show me such generosity twenty years ago."

Both Nezhas end up chilling for a while. Canon Nezha is left uneasy after the encounter.

[xjulixred45x]

I will pause the requests for now, wait until they reach 25 (that is, there is room for 3 more) and I will CLOSE them for a while.

I'll be honest, I've been feeling like SHIT lately, the night schedule sucks and it's screwed up my whole routine, it's made me distant and tired, I just had a mentalbreakdown with my mom and my sister because of this, So I need a break so I can be in tune with my emotions again. and in the worst case scenario, rethinking my college choices. So the requests may take a while to come out, but you know me, I always finish what I start.

This has nothing to do with Tumblr!! It is something that has been happening to me for a while and we could say that this is just something to vent and better explain the reason for the upcoming closure of orders.

Thanks to those who stop to read this. love ya ❤️

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hare una pausa en las peticiones por ahora, esperare hasta que lleguen a 25(osea, hay espacio para 3 mas) y las CERRARE por un tiempo.

sere honesta, me he estado sintiendo de LA MIERDA últimamente, el horario nocturno es una mierda y me ha jodido toda la rutina, me ha hecho distante y me ha cansado, acabo de tener un mentalbreakdown con mi mama y mi hermana por esto mismo, por lo que necesito un descanso para poder estan en sintonía con mis emociones de nuevo. y en peor de los casos, reemplantearme mis elecciones de universidad. por lo que las peticiones talvez tarden un poco en salir, pero ya me conocen, siempre termino lo que empiezo.

¡¡esto no tiene nada que ver con Tumblr!! es algo que me lleva pasando desde hace un tiempo y podriamos decir que esto es solo algo para desahogarme y explicar mejor el porque del próximo cierre de pedidos.

gracias a los que se paran a leer esto. los amo ❤️

[dearemma]

do you have any headcanons for christine's relations with other characters?

boy, anon (gender-neutral) do i have some!!

first and silliest, i think christine is responsible for the rumor that transporter chief kyle is mean. she said it as a joke once and the rumor got a life of its own

to me, christine, unlike erica, la'an, spock and uhura, does not enter the kids jokes the fandom makes. the fandom at large loves to joke about pike and una as mom and dad (respectively) and their kids going on space adventures. while i do find that cute, i don't like including christine in that scenario. i think christine, due to her not being starfleet, and therefore not being in the chain of command, not sharing their jokes about starfleet, wouldn't really be one of the kids, which leads her to have a more grounded relationship with both pike and una.

to me, her and una, end up developing a really amazing friendship. una, who is more slow to trust and let people in, is not ready for the hurricane that is a determined christine chapel. and the two of them are together in various tense moments in season one where una has to be more open, exposed (revealing that she is an illyrian, the whole surgery scene). una, who keeps everyone at arms length, can't and... doesn't want to keep christine at a distance.

her and pike, i like to think of them having this very warm friendship that's easy to miss. they are both stubborn, adventurous people, who don't let others take care of them. i can see the two of them being able to just... nudge the other one in the right direction. christine getting him to sickbay after a mission when he is determined to go back to the bridge, pike roaming the halls and seeing christine working on an experiment and distracting her with stories about his farm until she forgets about what she is doing and realizes how tired she is.

her and erica are besties. i think we'll eventually learn they were in the war together (it explains why the two of them and m'benga have a sort of code only they know during the pilot). i think they also sleep together sometimes, no strings attached (and that eventually they get tangled up in those strings, but anyway). i like to imagine christine dragging erica on trips, going rock-climbing together, having all these wacky adventures that only they laugh about (everyone else is horrified and mouthing how did you not die).

her and la'an, look... christine getting la'an to lower her walls? making la'an laugh? is something that is very personal to me. la'an is determined, very closed-off but she is becoming more open and i think allowing christine to show her the more lighthearted things that she's missed out on would be very sweet. i also like the idea of la'an teaching christine how to fight more efficiently. christine's style is more: i'm faster than you and i'm going to take you down. while la'an really knows the technique. and i think la'an likes to feel useful, so she wouldn't just accept christine showing her what she missed out on while becoming a baddass starfleet chief of security. so showing her how to fight, would be a fair trade.

christine and uhura love to dance. that's my first thought. christine and uhura twirling around the room, laughing obnoxiously loud, singing along to the music, being the center of gravity and warmth in the room. i'm a big shipper of christine and uhura in the tos timeline, but in the snw... i see them more as sweet friends, the two of them growing together, having a good time, both becoming more connected with starfleet, enterprise and each other.

right now my thoughts about her and m'benga are shifting. babs and jess described them as a familial sort of relationship and i always had that in my mind as a sibling sort of thing. the two of them knowing way too much about each other's lives, being nosy, bantering. but right now, with the latest episode, i'm starting to think its more a family forged in fire sort of situation. they are family because no one else could ever understand what they went through. they are still very close, still banter and quip at each other, though.

her and spock are in love, thxns.

[thegirlwhoimagined]

You know what else? Artem would get horny fro the smallest of things lmao.

Wearing his large button up shirt? Hard on. Cooking in his kitchenwith his shirt? Hard on. Sit on his lap to cuddle? Hard on.

This man has never known peace ecer since he met us lmao. Good for you king, you deserve to get laid.

BAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSSS

And the best part is, he genuinely doesn't know how to handle himself because he has NEVER felt this way about anyone else(except maybe law?💀)

When he sees you wake up for the first time, because you stayed the night over, he gets to see you in all your sleep and puffy-faced glory as he's coming out of the bath and he gets the fattest chub in his pants. Has to run back in to hide it because he's so ashamed of himself for not knowing how to control it.

You make him breakfast for the first time and the man keeps sitting at the table after he's finished because he knows there's a huge tent in his pants, which he refuses to show you.

In the Por Una Cabeza card, after your dance, ik for a fact he rushes the both of you to a secluded place so he can fuck you senseless. Literally knees over elbows, stiffling moans with hands, eyes rolling to the back of the head kinda senseless. You're both so exhausted after that, so he calls up his mom and tells her you aren't feeling too well so he's escorting you home. Then he takes you to your apartment for a round 2 and 3, followed by very loving and extravagant aftercare, and mushy cuddling.

I definitely see a scenario where he gets bricked up during dinner with his parents because he saw you and his mom laughing. And he wants to bury himself into the ground because 'what the fuck is wrong with me? NOW?!' Takes you upstairs as an excuse to show you his childhood room and then fucks you against his trophy display cupboard🤭🤭

[thetimelordbatgirl]

For Locket:

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon?

What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character?

Are there ship wars? Are they a popular character to ship, or the kind of character that gets shuffled off and away from shipping for whatever reason?

What is the wildest crackship you can imagine for your character, whether in-universe or in crossover?

For Una:

If there are multiple adaptions/If they are part of a multi-part franchise, which ones would your character appear in?

What fan-material would exist for your character in fandom?

What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom?

What corners of fandom would consider your character blorbo material?

And for Sirena!

What role would your character play in the story? Are they a major player, or a one scene wonder?

Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character?

What feelings does your character most often instill in their fans? Affection? A desire to protect? Open lust? A love/hate dynamic? Why do you think their fans feel this way?

By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Are they just a woman in a largely male-centric series?

Be honest. What song is playing over an AMV/tiktok of scenes between your character and their love interest?

Locket:

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon? Hmm, well, Locket's canon would be the MCU part of Marvel since I did use that for some of Marvel Descendants lore, and versus how I imagine her...she would be beyond different in the MCU. For starting orders, her backstory would likely be different, given timeline and Loki's current state in the MCU, but she'd likely be a random child on Asgard who only starts to get involved in stuff Phase 4 onwards as we see the Asgardians on Earth, given her Asgardian mom. And knowing the MCU, for some reason, she'd either get lucky and actually do her own thing in the plot or she'd just be a plot device that needs the heroes protection and such and in both scenarios, she'd be quippy constantly and even though she is not a young avenger, MCU would try to set her up as one likely like they doing with every young hero. There is also the fact her trauma from Devlin Kilgrave would not exist in MCU cause...his dad does not (there's a pro there). But there's a high chance in the MCU, her being genderfluid and bisexual would be erased or it'd be just a few seconds at best.

What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character? Feel like given Locket's darkness plot throughout Marvel Descendants, theories would pop up about if she has darkness still after Trickster's Daughters and if any of her kids in the future has gotten the darkness from her. And technically involves Locket, but when it comes to Bree in Entity High, theories might happen about the two being related due to uh, let's say stuff being hinted at....aka a crossover theory lol. You'd also have your typical possession theories when it comes to Mariana and Locket...I have seen things in fandoms, okay.

Are there ship wars? Are they a popular character to ship, or the kind of character that gets shuffled off and away from shipping for whatever reason? Very likely Locket would be shipped with other characters in Marvel Descendants (sadly including um, the icky side of fandom shipping, but we ignore that), and I endorse multi-shipping, given I do it myself, so....

What is the wildest crackship you can imagine for your character, whether in-universe or in crossover? ...Locket X Thorn. That is the most crackiest you can get when it comes to Locket and shipping, given how these two first met and how it took until book 4 for them to start getting along as friends at least, but they'd be victim to 'enemies to lovers' in fandom fully.

Una:

If there are multiple adaptions/If they are part of a multi-part franchise, which ones would your character appear in? Hmm, well Una is Descendants, which it a multi-part franchise...so I think: If we going by her story, she'd be in all three parts and the Royal Wedding, not so sure on Rise Of Red since it is believed Uma is only in the past so debatable if Una is with her, and she would be in Wicked World at least and likely in all four books (rip Una in Escape, because she would suffer bad writing like everyone did). If we going by Descendants canon, not in first film nor first two books nor wicked world, but she'd be in second film and third film, Royal Wedding and the last two books (again RIP Una, Escape is the worst book to appear in).

What fan-material would exist for your character in fandom? Very likely your normal fan-material you get in Descendants fandom, aka fanart and fanfiction, very likely either on her own or with her sister/the sea three or with Audrey.

What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom? Given Una is mute, its very likely that uh, Una would be considered a soft pure speechless baby who needs protection and is never given her own autonomy.

What corners of fandom would consider your character blorbo material? Likely the Sea Three and Audrey sides of the Descendants fandom would when it comes to Una.

Sirena:

What role would your character play in the story? Are they a major player, or a one scene wonder? Given Sirena's story is a OC X Mal X Ben story, Sirena would be a major player as one of the core five given a chance to be good and attend Auradon Prep, only for her to slowly realize she likes Mal and later, Ben as well.

Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character? I honestly have no idea because is too many blonde haired actresses to keep track off, so uh...

What feelings does your character most often instill in their fans? Affection? A desire to protect? Open lust? A love/hate dynamic? Why do you think their fans feel this way? I would say Sirena would fall into 'desire to protect' due to same reasons we want to protect the core four in first film: their family situations on the Isle and the fact that they face a-lot of shit in Auradon, this being the same reason Sirena would fall into 'affection'.

By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Are they just a woman in a largely male-centric series? People may find Sirena annoying at times due to how Sirena sometimes acts like her mom, and given she's an addition to the Ben and Mal ship, some shippers may not like her entering their ship.

Be honest. What song is playing over an AMV/tiktok of scenes between your character and their love interest? I...honestly do not know that many romantic songs and the ones I do know, uh, do not match Sirena X Mal X Ben, so...

[scaryspears]

Fem Jin Kazama?

Might screw around and write a fem Jin Kazama fanfic. Thing is, what would she look like? Like her hair and eyebrows?

Every scenario I came up with was her still having thick eyebrows, but the tip of her hair would go upwards, kind of like Alice Cullen in the first Twilight movie.

I came up with the conclusion that it would be closer to Donatella Una and Mrs Kujo (Jolyne's mom). I'm fine with those hairstyles but they don't exactly scream 'Mishima'.

Jin also has a lot of Jun's features, just as Kazuya has Kazumi's, so I'd imagine Jin to be a walking doppelganger. Seeing her face causes Kazuya a little bit of pain (emotionally) so it could be another drive to get rid of Jin.

[autisticjonathanjoestar]

after I saw the "which jobro is the straightest" poll I said out loud in my living room “they're trying to say Koichi is straight” and my father went “WHAT!? they are sorely mistaken! I mean, his girlfriend— even his girlfriend's a better straighty than him! I don't care that she's a lesbian and they're both each other's beards. she's the most masculine person in jojos! (my mom: "oh, so the girls are masculine—") no, she's all woman! that's just how girly the rest of them are!” then I jokingly described a scenario where Josuke and Yukako are tearing up the local beauty store in a stand fight over the last tube of mascara and he was like “YOU'RE LAUGHING BUT I CAN SEE THAT BEING A LEGITIMATE EPISODE THEY'D DO!!”

then he forgot Trish's name and called her “the one with the bathroom” (we are not very far into p5) and said “that one couldn't pretend to be straight if she TRIED” so um. lesbian Trish Una canon according to my 54 year old father

[popmusicu]

The beginning of Shakira

When we talk about Shakira meybe we think about music that moms listen to when they are cooking or driving. Or maybe, most of the kids know her for songs like TQG with Karol G, or some of er latest hits like "monotonía", "El Jefe" and "te felicito", or the worst case scenario is knowing her by her ex, the football player Piqué. 

I really know her because of my favorite albums right know that is "Pies descalzos" by Shakira. She was only 19 when she wrote it, and for me (a 19 year old girl that is hanging on before her 20s arrive, that is very soon) it just hits different. She talks about love and her feeling to what is expected to her, she event mention it 1996 that "Pies descalzos" is an album to express the disagreement to the norms or rules of society. This shows in the song "pies descalzos, sueños blancos":

Saludar al vecino, acostarse a una hora Trabajar cada día, para vivir en la vida Y contestar solo aquello y sentir solo esto Y que Dios nos ampare de malos pensamientos

Cumplir con las tareas, asistir al colegio ¿Qué diría la familia si eres un fracasado? Ponte siempre zapatos, no hagas ruido en la mesa Usa medias veladas y corbata en las fiestas.

I have been listening to it in repeat for the last 4 weeks, it is the third album of Shakira and shows pop and a little bit of rock, that then comes her "rockerita" era in "¿dónde están los ladrones", but again, ot is not just any pop, for me the lyrics are really beautiful and even poetic. 

And to finish, this album allowed Shakira to go international and start her career as a music star.

Emilia Zamorano Guerrero. 

[elfuegointerior]

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//Recurrente, San Juan de Dios//

Tuve un sueño en el Mercado de San Juan de Dios (también conocido como Mercado Libertad), o en un lugar muy similar. Un oso andaba suelto, persiguiendo a la gente, que corría buscando dónde esconderse. Yo intenté ocultarme entre unas cajas, pero el oso, guiado por su olfato, comenzó a derribarlas acercándose peligrosamente. En ese momento, pensé que, si nos organizábamos y distribuíamos tareas, podríamos distraer al oso trabajando en equipo y así todos salir ilesos. Sin embargo, de repente, el escenario cambió, y me encontré observando la vendimia del mercado, fascinado por videojuegos inusuales, algunos piratas y otros de origen chino, exóticos.

En otra parte del sueño, me di cuenta de que el tatuaje en mi brazo se estaba borrando. Conversaba con Miguel, mi ex maestro de tatuajes quien lo había hecho, sintiendo desaire hacia él y hacia Monroy por no haberme aceptado de vuelta en el estudio como aprendiz. Aunque comprendo sus razones; no pude comprometerme en su momento como debí porque la vida me llevó por otros lados, y ahora me estoy enfocando en cuidar a mi mama, ahora si jaja.

I had a dream in the San Juan de Dios Market (also known as Mercado Libertad), or in a very similar place. A bear was loose, chasing people around, who were running looking for places to hide. I tried to conceal myself among some boxes, but the bear, guided by its smell, began knocking them down, getting dangerously close. At that moment, I thought that if we organized and distributed tasks, we could distract the bear by working as a team and thus all escape unharmed. However, suddenly, the scenario changed, and I found myself observing the market's hustle and bustle, fascinated by unusual video games, some pirated and others of Chinese origin, exotic.

In another part of the dream, I realized that the tattoo on my arm was fading. I was talking to Miguel, my former tattoo master who had done it, feeling slighted by him and Monroy for not having accepted me back in the studio as an apprentice. Although I understand their reasons; I could not commit at the time as I should have because life took me in other directions, and now I am focusing on taking care of my mom, now for real, haha.

[godstrayed]

To be fair, his occultist clan had moved to Hawkins for a particular reason which was tied to the supernatural events happening. It was a tip and a rumor that had moved the small group of them into the shit town that looked like a picturesque scene from a Texas chainsaw massacre. It took a whole lot of convincing to allow Billy to even be put in the public school since the cult didn’t really allow for that. The sect firmly believed in homeschooling and Neil was the head, determiner of what was to be followed.

However, Susan, his step-mom, was newer and Max had only ever gone to public school. And frankly, Susan wasn’t fit to be a teacher to both Billy and Max. At least, not how Billy’s mom had been. If Max was going to public school then Billy was too to keep an eye on her and to also scope out the townspeople. 

Billy for as long as he could remember was raised in this. The only difference was he had his mom’s influence on him before she decided to leave - leaving Billy behind in the shitshow of zealotry. She had been kinder from what he remembered, not fully subscribing to all the ideas Neil taught, and tried to instill some kindness into Billy. 

All young men should be able to fight, know how to kill these unnatural things; be able to protect their communities. It was always an us vs them scenario. A reminder it was Neil and his people over the outside world. Kill or be killed.

Billy had seen them. The monsters that lurk on the edges of society trying so desperately to fit in. Some appeared quite human. But it didn’t matter ‘cause as soon as they were sniffed out by someone from the cult… well, they ended up dead. From a house fire, from being shot, or just plain disappeared. They’d be lucky to find a body in a lot of the scenarios. 

And even if he didn’t fully believe all of it there was no way he could speak a word of it to anyone on the outside. Who would believe him? And even if they did, he’d be forsaken by the only people he had ever been around his entire life. If not killed himself for betraying them…

Figuring out Steve was fairly easy ‘cause Steve already had a massive target on his chest when Billy showed up. The King of Hawkins. Doesn’t help that they run in the same circles and Billy is vying for his throne. 

He had his suspicions but he had to make sure ‘cause despite everything, Steve doesn’t seem like a cold-hearted killer. Doesn’t seem like the type of monster from the storybooks that needed killing or that killed humans. He had to make sure so if it was true he could do something. Looking at Steve was like looking at a fucking puppy. Billy was far from a bigot. He knew some of what his clan did was fucking insane and some was necessary to save innocent lives from monsters who did have bloodlust.

It was just hard to imagine Steve Harrington as that kind of monster.

But something was killing people in Hawkins. Something was out there in the woods. And his clan was out in those woods. They’d kill Steve without batting a fucking lash.

But he doesn’t trust Steve to not try to bite his head off after everything so he’s not taking off his goddamn necklace. It would be insurance if he was wrong but he doubted he was. After all, Steve knows he knows. He hadn’t come looking for Billy and had done his best to avoid him. Steve didn’t want problems. Steve didn’t seem bad at all.

So, he can only say he doesn’t want to see someone like Steve not be aware of what’s waiting out there for him. 

Stepping inside the nice home he finds himself peering around curiously. Makes sense. Already knew Steve was well off and the house looked pretty from the outside. Much better than the rundown home he has.

Thing about the cult was they all lived in the same neighborhood of shitty houses to stay close with one another since they didn’t mingle with the townsfolk, all dirt cheap ‘cause most of the people had shit jobs. They didn’t mingle, rarely went to college, and stuck to things that could keep them unaffected by the outside world. And it meant, any outsider was spotted immediately and stuck out like a sore fucking thumb. Trust and believe any unknown vehicle was reported on the hotline of phone calls that would have one member warn another and so on til everyone knew an outsider was amongst them.

“You got it made, huh?” He asks with a tilt of his head back in Harrington’s direction with a crooked grin. Was he worried Billy was here to hurt him? Didn’t Steve know if he wanted to, he would have already done it? He surely knew how. But the thought had never crossed his mind after burning him with his pendant. A real shithead move but a forsure way of figuring it out. He steps further into the home and walks right into the living room and drops to a sofa making himself comfortable.

“Don’t wolf out on me, alright?” He says after a moment, “I am here ‘cause I know what you are. And I know you sure as shit are a green novice werewolf. Doubt you know what the fuck you’re doing and that poses all kinds of danger. For you, mostly. But for others too. Listen, I am being real as fuck. You gotta hide it better.”

He didn’t want to sell out his family. Or himself. But he was at a crossroads here and wasn’t sure how honest he was going to be yet. He just knew he wanted to keep Steve from being fucking murdered when he had no intention of harming anyone.

@godstrayed just can't help being an asshole...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤwhy don’t you invite me in for a few minutes so we can start over?

ㅤBilly Hargrove was a jackass.

ㅤThis was essentially an undisputed fact within the first week he'd been in Hawkins, and then a month later, it was just accepted by everyone in his orbit or forced to deal with him on a regular basis, Steve included. He had enough shit on his plate, considering like two days after their fight and then facing down a pack of werewolves with the Chief of Police, a psychic powerhouse of a little girl and a pile of kids, he'd realized the very awful truth: he'd been infected. Three days surrounding the full moon found him utterly wrecked with nobody to turn to for help with it, so he did the only thing he thought he could do.

ㅤHe pushed through and pretended everything was fine.

ㅤHis face healed up too quickly, but since he'd taken off basically the whole week between his actual injuries and the panic of that first full moon, it was hard for anyone to tell - except maybe Billy Hargrove himself, who knew what the damage had looked like. Steve had come back to school like nothing had happened, put on the act like he actually gave a shit about the social hierarchy that he'd been loosening his grip on before Nancy dumped him, and buckled down. Everything was fine, it would all be normal and nobody would ever have to suspect.

ㅤThe month passed with his façade firmly in place and he could almost forget that it was real until the week before the next moon, when he was restless and anxious, quick to temper and if that meant he leaned into Billy's competitiveness, what the hell was wrong with that? A lot, actually, because he didn't know how hard Hargrove had been watching him, or why. He also had no way of knowing how the longer nights of winter were probably the absolute worst to start this bullshit on and a hell of a lot of other shit that was honestly pretty vital to his survival, but he was learning quickly. Too bad it was messy.

ㅤIt was messy and he didn't know how, but he was pretty sure that Billy Hargrove knew he was one of the monsters now. The guy had seemed curious, a little amused, when he'd gotten back, but then came the week before the moon and he'd doubled down on his antagonism as Steve snapped back, and Steve was pretty sure it was the three days of the moon that really convinced him. Steve didn't stay home those days because he couldn't risk the school calling his dad, so he ended up in class on essentially no sleep outside of the naps he could score in short bursts - he spent all night running through the woods, chasing rabbits and bounding through the fresh snow that had fallen and frankly? It was nice in the moment. Everything else surrounding it sucked, but he didn't feel like a monster. He was just tired those days, and Hargrove was up his ass, which he just didn't have energy for. The week after, he was in too good of a mood and feeling too relaxed and easy to really take it too personally, though he was pretty sure the bastard was being a dick on purpose.

ㅤThen came the silver, and that was just that. He hid the sudden shock of bright hot pain quickly so that other people wouldn't notice, but Billy had the saint's medallion and he'd been watching. It had been intentional, which meant that they both knew that he was a monster, and they both knew each other knew. The jackassery only increased from there, and frankly? Steve had seen what werewolves were like, had fought for his life against them, so he got it. He didn't know how Billy Hargrove knew about them, but he assumed it wasn't good, so he tried to just give him space. He wasn't relinquishing his hold on the social scene or his act because it was protecting him, but he also wasn't interested in anything to do with Hargrove. That was just dangerous.

ㅤIt made his sudden appearance on the Harrington doorstep even more surprising, and Steve wasn't even sure why he'd opened the door, but he stood there for a moment, staring at him and trying to decide if this was going to end with one or both of them bleeding or dying. His eyes flicked down to the very visible silver medallion hanging against the other's chest with a little internal cringe, but he made eye contact again right after. If he didn't go for this, shit would keep going as it had been, and nothing about it was good, so 'starting over' sounded like a good plan. Could he trust Billy?

ㅤNo, obviously not, nothing suggested he could trust him, but he licked his lips a little nervously, fingers twisting on the doorknob before he released a long breath, nodding and glancing away to move out of the way of the other entering. "Yeah, yeah, okay, let's start over then. Come in."

[hakasims]

Shitty Luca Movie Recap, Episode 5

The sooner I get this over with, the deeper my breaths will be, and the wider my smile. My friends, today we’re talking about

Slam aka Tutto per una ragazza

This film is about Samuele (who I’m gonna call Sam), a teenager whose entire personality starts and ends with loving skateboarding and idolizing Tony Hawk. Throughout the movie he reads his hero’s autobiography narrated by the man himself, and it’s incredibly annoying, especially because Tony Hawk’s California dude accent combined with the simplistic writing and shallow life lessons make him sound kinda dumb. Sam also has a giant poster of Tony Hawk that helps him time travel. Just go with it. I promise it won’t make sense in context, especially as a narrative device.

Another quirk of Sam’s life is his unusual upbringing. You see, his parents were 16 when they had him, and his grandma was 16 when she had his mom. And you’ll never guess what happens when Sam, who’s not yet 17 at the beginning of the movie, gets a girlfriend, Alice, and becomes sexually active. Speaking of which, skip this movie if you aren’t cool with watching teenagers have sex, including in real time as there’s a running joke about Sam climaxing too fast.

But yes, Sam gets Alice pregnant. You’d think at some point that family would have learned the importance of contraception instead of making jokes about being cursed. But listen, there’s a lot of shit here that I hate. I hate that no one suffers any consequences because Alice comes from a rich home, and Sam’s family is comfortably middle class, despite their history. I hate that Alice wants to keep the baby because she sees motherhood as one of those hobbies she used to start and immediately drop due to not being good at them instantly instead of working hard on improving. I hate that Sam’s decision to stick with her and become a 17-year-old father is seen as the only right and moral decision, even though pro-choice people pretty much agree that condemning a teenager to parenthood is bad, and the movie wastes its chance to have a rare talk about boys in this context. I hate that the film inexplicably parallels the teen pregnancy to Tony Hawk’s unexpected fatherhood at twenty-four and turns it into a movie about a quirky family where the age of the new parents is basically incidental.

I also hate that despite being moderately successful, Sam’s mom believes having a child ruined her life and dreams and constantly says that to his face - all the while remaining a cool mom. You know the type, right? Creative, messy, easily befriending younger people, listening to cool music and not worrying about being proper. I hate cool moms so much. A cool mom is just a manic pixie dream girl who never ended up finding her tortured artist. In Sam’s mom’s case, her ex is about as far from either tortured or an artist as one could get. And that finally brings us to Luca’s character: Sam’s father, Valerio.

Valerio is one of the shallowest characters Luca has ever played. He’s an egotistic man-child prone to aggression who has nothing of value to say or contribute... and yet he’s so much fun to watch. I guess when you aren’t attached to any of the characters, the sarcastic shithead whose attitude towards everything that’s going on kinda reflects yours becomes the only one you can relate to. And Valerio is absolutely a shithead. Want examples?

The first time we meet him is on the day of Sam’s 17th birthday. Like a true dad, Valerio is telling the story of the day his son was born; unlike any normal dad, he’s telling the story of how he missed his son’s birth because he’d forgotten to fill his moped’s tank and had to walk 10 km to the hospital. When Sam’s mom points out she’d been having a much worse day pushing the actual life out of her body, what do you think Valerio’s response is?

If you chose C, I promise you even more opportunities to have a laugh. For example, next scenario: Sam has done some stupid shit after learning Alice is pregnant, and his mother, who doesn’t know at this point, decides to have a family therapy session. She thinks Sam is acting up because of his parents’ separation.

See now why I love Valerio and why Valerio is basically me watching this movie? Here’s how this therapy session should actually have gone:

And then Valerio keeps spouting wisdom after he finds out Sam’s gotten his girlfriend pregnant and decided to stick with her:

But of course he’s supposed to be a terrible parent no one should listen to, so he says it while smoking a joint and after fully flashing his son in that bathrobe. I’m not joking. Also this:

O Valerio, why hath thou been written so badly?

But don’t worry, he isn’t a creep. He just doesn’t see Sam as his son. I mean, he knows Sam is his son, but he treats him like his bro. It’s almost like someone who became a father at 16 has no idea what acting like a parent means.

Here’s another example: after the birth of his child, Sam takes both him and his dad out to hang and play video games in some sort of bar/club/arcade/whatever the hell. Valerio notices some women looking at them. What do you think he says to Sam?

If you chose A or B, what’s it like being an optimist? And no, I’m not fucking with you with that last one.

Valerio is hella fun to watch because of how unself-conscious he is, and if you let go of the hope that this movie will ever become good or not infuriating, you’ll be able to enjoy Valerio’s sarcasm and his cynical outlook on this stupid, stupid plot. Valerio may not be the hero anyone wants or needs, but he’s the hero this movie deserves, and if you decided to watch it, you deserve him, too.

Which shitty movie with a shithead Luca should I do next?

[the-goofball]

Raffi Musiker...

...and how she became Picard’s First Officer.

Excerpt from ‘The Last Best Hope’ by Una McCormack

[...]On-screen, the woman said, "My name is Lieutenant Commander Raffi Musiker, and I'm an intelligence specialist at Romulan Affairs. As you're aware, we've been tracking some odd communications from Romulan space in recent weeks - odd even by Romulan standards."

Listening to Musiker, Picard found himself taking a liking to her. She had a faintly disreputable air, a plesant change from the smooth operatives that Starfleet Intelligence usually fielded. Her frankness was refreshing, as was the fact that she was clearly not daunted by the grandeur of her audience. Most of all, she was on top of her briefing. A question came about the reliability of their sources, which was dispatched with confidence and ease. Then another question came about the range of the blast from the supernova, and here she stopped and took a moment to collect herself.

"What I want to say is, that these calculations are a worst-case scenario. This implies that effects in climate change are already being felt. Sometime in 2387. I'll show you that first. Because it might make the best-case scenario less damn frightening."

Picard leaned over to Clancy. "What was her name again?" "Raffi Musiker," said Clancy. "Lieutenant Commander Raffi Musiker."[...]

Hours later Picard talks to Beverly Crusher via com:

[...]"Can I offer you some free advice?" she said.

"Of course, Beverly. Of course."

"Put someone right next to you who isn't scared of you."

"Scared--?"

"You're quite... now, let me get this right. Not intimidating... not severe... huh. That's it. You can be quite certain of yourself. And that can stop people from telling you things that you need to know."

"Certain of myself?"

That half-smile again. "Don't get me wrong! With good reason. Most of the time. But you're only human like the rest of us. You make mistakes. And you need someone there who's able to tell you when that's happening."[...]

.

[…]Lieutenant Commander Raffi Musiker, when asked to wait for a senior officer, did not generally sit patiently in a chair, and she saw no reason to do so for a legend either. She stood outside the admiral’s office, bouncing up and down ever so slightly on her heels, ready for action.[…]

[…]Raffi mentally ran through her presentation one more time. The instruction to see the admiral had been brief, courteous, and not particularly informative as to the purpose of the meeting. She knew, from superiors and colleagues, the impact of her presentation and so she assumed she was here to give a direct one to the man himself and answer any questions he might have. Then back to her desk at Romulan Affairs. Only now she would have met a legend. Gabe, her son, was dying to hear about him. Mom’s job was mostly that thing that meant she didn’t always make his soccer matches, but every so often she managed to deliver something incredibly cool, like this.[…]

(And because I couldn’t decide what to leave out, there’s a bit more under the cut.)

[…]The admiral closed the screen, rose from his chair, and came to greet her. The legend, come to life. She had the edge on him when it came to height, but he moved with a commanding grace. “Commander,” he said, “thank you for making the time to see me today.” His voice was measured, cadenced; the kind of voice, she suspected, that you could not help but listen to, and then do exactly what was requested.

“Happy to supply whatever you need, sir.” She looked around the room for an audience that wasn’t there. Didn’t he have a senior staff in place yet? “Are we meeting here?”

He gestured to two comfortable seats in the corner of the room, where teapot and cups stood waiting on a low table. “Take a seat. Tea?”

“Sure, thanks.” Raffi sat, uneasy in the easy chair, putting padds on the floor beside her, and then leaning forward, palms on her knees. He took the chair opposite, smiled disarmingly, and poured tea. “I assumed I was giving a presentation this morning, sir.” She sipped her tea. What the hell was this stuff? It tasted of goddamned perfume. Was it too late to ask for coffee?

“I’ve watched your presentation half a dozen times now,” he said. “It’s insightful, informative, and precise. I was very impressed.”

Hey Gabe, wait till you hear what the Great Man said about Mom. “Thank you, sir.”

“Could you tell me, please, from your perspective as an expert on Romulan affairs, what you believe our chief difficulty will be in Starfleet’s dealings with them?”

He didn’t waste time, did he? Raffi took a breath. “Opposition, sir,” she said. “Believe it or not, they are not happy that Starfleet is devoting so much time, energy, and resources to helping them. They are hating all this. They hate that we know they’re in trouble, and they hate accepting help. They won’t want to lose face.”

“I understand. What else?”

“And even if they’re united on this, they’ll be divided among themselves about what to do with us. Some will want to accept our help for a while. Some will try to make it impossible for us to function. Others might try to get rid of us—”

“By force?”

“By subterfuge, more likely. Secretly, so that half of them won’t know whether it’s a sanctioned operation or not. The saying in our office goes that Romulans don’t tell their left hand what their right hand is doing.”

The admiral nodded. Yes, he recognized that.

“That makes them inconsistent and unpredictable,” Raffi said. “Not to mention damn annoying. They’ll say one thing and do another, and they won’t even know themselves what their real policy is toward us. Expect the unexpected, sir.”

“I see. Would it help at all, Commander, if I approached Ambassador Spock and had him petition the Senate to instruct cooperation with this mission?”

“Excuse me, sir? How would that help?”

He looked surprised. “The ambassador surely commands considerable respect—”

Raffi laughed out loud. “Spock? They think he’s a nutcase!”

His eyes opened wide. Shit, she thought, me and my big mouth. She had a vision of herself, explaining to Gabe: No, the admiral hated me, and that’s why I’m being court-martialed… Hold on. Was he… smiling? “Sorry, sir,” she said quickly. “No, I wouldn’t advise that. Ambassador Spock’s mission to Romulus may look very laudable to us, but from the Romulan perspective he and his supporters are outliers. Reunification of Romulus and Vulcan? Hey, when I was a kid, I wanted a unicorn. With wings. I didn’t get one. I didn’t even get a damn pony—”

“A personal mission of peace, the ambassador calls it.”

“Well, the Romulans consider it very personal. Almost…” She scraped around for a word that wouldn’t offend. “Um. Idiosyncratic?”

“In other words, they think he’s a crank.” He was most definitely smiling. “Carry on talking so frankly to me, Commander,” he said, “and we shall get along very well. Very well indeed.”

The door buzzer sounded. He called out, “Come.” Kaul came in.

“Apologies for the interruption, sir, but you asked me to let you know immediately when the ship was ready for you.”

“Ah, yes, thank you, Kaul! Yes, I’ll be on my way shortly.” He turned back to Raffi. “The Starship Verity has been assigned to lead the first fleet out to Romulan space. A nice name, don’t you think?”

“Sure…?”

“ ‘A true principle, especially one of fundamental significance.’ ” He looked pleased. “I believe that remembering such things will be crucial to the success of our undertaking. Above all, we are on a mission to protect, preserve, and save lives.”

Raffi nodded, faintly. This meeting was not going in the slightest how she had anticipated. No presentation. He said he’d already watched it half a dozen times. He clearly didn’t want it in person. For some reason they were now discussing eternal verities. She was a simple intelligence officer, maybe turned a mite suspicious by having to think like a Romulan twenty-four hours a day. She wasn’t any kind of philosopher. Why was she here?

“Lieutenant Kaul,” added Picard conversationally, “was on staff here before even I was. Seconded from Admiral Bordson’s office. Their loss has been my gain. She’ll be vital to operations here on Earth.”

There it was again, that extraneous information, as if giving her a picture of the setup here.

“Sir,” said Raffi, “may I ask you something?”

“By all means,” said the Great Man. “You must always feel you can speak freely to me.”

She’d never had any superior officer say that to her. Sometimes quite the contrary.

“This isn’t a briefing, is it?” said Raffi. “This is an interview.”

“That’s correct, Commander. My apologies if I kept my cards close to my chest, but I wanted to see how you answered my questions face-to-face.” He sipped some of his revolting tea. “You’ve answered them most satisfactorily.”

“Which means…?”

“Which means I’d like you as my XO.”

She put down her cup with a rattle. Tea spilled. “Shit!”

His mouth twitched. “I sincerely hope not. Most certainly we have some difficult times ahead. More difficult than either of us can imagine.”

She turned and looked out through the transparent aluminum partition into the busy office. All those people, dashing about, putting the nuts and bolts of this mission together, building this operation from data, information, decisions, actions. Sure, it was easy to take the piss out of the padd pushers, but nothing could happen without them. Working out what was needed, where it could be found, how to get it all to the right place at the right time. She had no idea how to do this… She took a breath. How do you say “no” to a legend?

“Sir,” she said, “I’m not an administrator.”

He blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, this is a flattering offer, sir, I hope you understand that. Truly flattering. But an operation like this?” She gestured to the room beyond. “I’m not cut out for this kind of work. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

She saw understanding dawn in his eyes. “Ah, there has been a misunderstanding. I have a very able administrator arriving to head up the office here on Earth, Commander Crystal Gbowee. She’s on her way from Starbase 192 as we speak. She’s worked with the UFPHCR coordinating numerous missions— she was on Bajor for a while after the Occupation, and on Cardassia Prime during the reconstruction effort there. Once she arrives, I shall move over to the fleet. This mission must get underway, and soon.” He glanced out across the busy room. “No, the appointment here is filled, I’m afraid. I’m sorry if that’s a disappointment.”

His eyes were quietly twinkling with suppressed mirth. No, of course he didn’t want her here. She’d be no damn good here, would she?

“Then—”

He leaned forward in his seat, held her eye, very serious now. “I’m asking you to come aboard my ship, Commander. Be my first officer on the Verity. But I’m asking more than that, and I think you know it. I have left my crew behind on the Enterprise. I must replace them, and if I am to succeed, I need an excellent XO. And what I require above all from my XOs is honesty. I shall need you always to tell me the truth. What do you say? Is that something you believe that you could do?”

Shit, she thought, and managed not to say it out loud this time. No, this was not what she’d been expecting when she’d walked into this room.

“It’s a big decision,” he was saying. “There may be all manner of ties keeping you here on Earth…”

Gabe had a soccer match next week. She’d missed the last one putting together that damn presentation. “When does the ship leave?”

“Six days.”

So she could make Gabe’s match. But there would be the next match, or the match after, the long months away, the individual seconds and moments of simply being present that were tiny for her, but that constituted the whole of Gabe’s life, his childhood.

“I…” Damn, she wanted this post. She could do this job. She was made to do this job. She’d known the second she walked into this room that she wanted to work with this man in some way. But she’d never imagined she would be offered this. Right hand to a legend. Right in the middle of the greatest operation that Starfleet would ever mount.

He was smiling at her. “Would you like to see the ship, Commander? The Verity? You’d be spending a lot of time there, after all. You can make your decision after that.”

“Yes,” she said, already knowing what her decision would be. “I’d love to see the ship.”

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When Witches Connect Over Literature (Lumity Fic) (Pt 6)

Chapter Six: A Friend To All Is A Friend To None

She had woken up in a dark, void room. No one was around, and the room seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. 'How did I get here?' she thought to herself. Darkness grew above her, as shadows surrounded her, all chanting the same thing; "S H E  W I L L  N E V E R  L O V E  Y O U." The voices grew with each chant, to a thundering roar as they screamed, chanted, yelled. She fell to her knees and started to sob. "No...no...NO! It's not true!" but her sob of terror went unheard. It was pitch black. The voices had stopped. And something near her was growing brighter...

"Mittens! Wake up, you don't wanna be late for school." Emira laughed, as she stood above her sleeping sister. Amity jolted up, grumbling as she glared at Emira. "Emira, it's a Saturday. We don't have school." Amity groaned. "Oh, I know. I just knew that it would wake you up." She laughed. "Besides, you got a message from your little girlfriend~" Emira teased. Amity snarled at her sister, and elbowed her in the arm. "Just give it to me and then get out of my room." She grumbled. "Aw, but what if I wanna stay?" Emiria giggled. "Leave or I'll scream." Amity growled. Emiria, not having any fun anymore, handed her the letter and walked out of the room. Amity opened up the letter. Inside was a lot of glitter, Azura drawings, a ripped out section, and a message.

"Hi Amity!

It's Luz here, sorry for the glitter, King insisted it would make the paper better somehow. He's correct. Anyways, I was hoping if we could have a weekend Azura bookclub? Y'know, just us two friends being the best of friends! Ah, wait a minute, Hooty's trying to eat-

Sorry if part of this letter is ripped, Hooty bit some of it. But anyways, I'll be at the Owl House if you wanna do it and we can walk down to the library together!

~ Luz"

Amity's heart skipped a beat, which really isn't healthy, but then again she was a magic being. She folded the letter back up and placed it in her desk. "Edric!! Tell mom and dad that I'm going out with friends!" She called. "Are you sure it isn't your hu-" Edric was about to finish, but Amity quickly sped out the door.

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Amity made her way up the road to the Owl House. Personally, she had no idea how Luz even continued to live there, considering the..."bird" thing. Not to mention that fuzzy demon, and the Owl Lady herself. 'And what? You would rather she live with you, and your parents find her and take her away from you? Pfft, yeah right.' she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. But inside, she was hurt by the thought. She neared the door to find "Hooty" casually trying to kill a bug. Amity shuddered. 'So creepy...' she thought. "Oh, heya there Luz's girlfriend!" Hooty called. Amity blushed deep scarlet. "Say that again, and I will flip your insides out." She growled. "Oooh, I wanna see what my insides look like, hoot hoot." Hooty hooted. Amity stood there, with a bunch of weird mixed emotions. "Hooty, let the dang girl in already." Eda called from inside. Hooty obliged and Amity walked into the house. "So let me guess," Eda started. "You're here to see Luz aren't you?" Amity blushed for the 100,000,000th time in her life. What was she, a gosh darn dragon? "You'd be correct." Amity mumbled. "Great, I'll go get your little girlfriend and then you two can go do...I dunno whatever teens do I guess." Eda said. She walked upstairs to get Luz. Amity huffed, still blushing at the mention of Luz being her girlfriend. She sat on the couch and closed her eyes.

"You're in my spot." A voice said below her. She looked down to see the tiny king of demons, with his little arms crossed and a tiny glare. She rolled her eyes and scooted away from the spot she was sitting in. King hopped up, spun around to find a position to sleep in, and with a yawn and a scratch at the couch, he clonked out.

"Hey Amity!" The familiar voice of Luz called from the stairs. She wore her usual smile that made Amitys heart do somersaults, which should be medically checked out because that does not sound good, but nonetheless. "Hey Luz." She smiled shyly, tucking back a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  "You ready to go?" Luz asked. Amity nodded. She got up and followed Luz to the door. "Don't die and stay safe and all that motherly stuff!" Eda called after them. "Why does she feel the need to say that?" Amity asked. Luz shrugged but was smiling. "Cause she's Eda and she does what she wants."

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The two girls made it to the library, giggling over a joke that Luz had made. To be honest with herself, Amity didn't think the joke was that funny, but she just loved, er, thought the way Luz said it was funny. The two headed into the romance section and sat down on the beanbags.

"Okay, the reason I wanted to call you here is because I wanted to show you something." Luz said, rummaging through the bag she brought. She took out a thick stack of paper, draw stringed together with the title, "By Magic, I Declare I'm In Love (A Azucate Fanficton written by Luz Noceda)" Amity stared at it for a moment before looking up confused. "What's fanfiction?" she asked. Luz gasped. "Fanfiction is a masterful art that can bring two of your favorite characters together or break them apart upon your own will...or in some other cases, for sickos who believe that two band members will hook up despite them having no romantic interest in each other. OR, in my case, to write about the relationship I'll never have." Luz said. Amity blinked. "...What?" Luz shrugged. "Short version, it's basically taking preexisting characters from a show, movie, or book, and writing scenarios that haven't, won't, or aren't confirmed yet. Some fanfics include more shipping, but other times, it's for writers to flex their creative juices." Luz said. Amity slowly nodded, still not understanding what the hell fanfics were (and at this point, so was the author), but she was starting to get it. "So, Azucate is Azura and Hecate together?" Amity asked. Luz nodded. "You're fast." she commented. Amity blushed slightly at the compliment(?) "I wanted you to read it." Luz said, handing the stack to her. Amity held it, studying how some edges of the paper were crumpled or had ink stains on them. She looked up at Luz, who was eagerly awaiting the final verdict. 'Gosh darnit Luz, you're just too cute!' Amity thought. She opened to the first page and started to read...

*LONG HOURS OF READING AND EMOTIONAL STUFF LATER*

"...Luz..." Amity commented after reading the entire 5 chapter story. Luz bot her lip and held her breath in anticipation. "That was...a emotional... journey I just undertook." Amity said, eyes wide. "So... you liked it?" Luz asked. "Liked it? I LOVED it!" Amity grinned. Luz was startled by how happy Amity was. "You...you thought it was good?" Luz whispered. Amity nodded vigorously. "Luz, you should be an author!" Amity said. Luz laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Well...writings just a past time, not something I wanna pursue." She said. Amity shrugged and handed Luz back her book. "Well, I thought it was great," she paused. "Why did you wanna show me it?"

"Well, I was wondering, since I noticed you are really good at art if you could draw some scenes of the story for me?" Luz asked. Amity's jaw dropped. "OF COURSE!" she cried, a little too eagerly making Luz recoil a bit. Amity cleared her throat. "I mean, of course." she said. Luz smiled. Suddenly, her phone rang.

"Oy!" Luz jumped. She looked down at her phone and her face paled. "What's wrong?" Amity asked. "My mom is calling, oh god, she probably wants to facetime, uhhh, quick, Amity, scooch my beanbag to the wall and wrap your head in a blanket!" Luz started ordering. Amity, quickly translating what just happened, moved the beanbag to the wooden wall and grabbed her blanket and put it over her head. Luz accepted the call.

"Hola mamá, ¿cómo estás?" Luz asked. Amity blinked over what language Luz just spoke. "Luz ,mi nena, ¡te extraño mucho! I'm doing okay, baby. How are you?" Her mom asked. Luz bit her lip and squinted a little bit. "Estoy muy bien mamá," she finally said. "solo quería dejar-" "That's great baby, I just wanted to check in on you, after all, I miss seeing your face. I assume camp is going well?" Luz froze, calculating in her head what to say next. "Uh sí, el campamento es divertido, oh espera, ¡por cierto hice una nueva amiga!" Luz grinned, pulling Amity close to her, much to Amity's dismay. "Mama, meet Amity! Amity, this is my mom!" Luz said. 'I'm basically meeting her mom already and this isn't even a relationship!' Amity thought. "Hola Amistad." Luz's mother said. "Uh, um...hola?" Amity guessed. She had no idea what that meant. "She doesn't speak Spanish mom." Luz said. "Ah, sorry about that." her mother apologized. Amity just nodded and crawled over to her beanbag opposite from Luz. "Well, it was nice chatting for awhile Luz, but I need to get back to work. Adiós cariño, mantente a salvo, te amo." Her mom said. "También te amo mamá, intentaré estar a salvo." Luz replied, and ended the call. Luz slumped over in the beanbag, clearly dejected. "Luz?" Amity scooted over to Luz with concern. "No se como decirle que me gustas," Luz whispered. "que si ella no me acepta por ser así. Oh dios, ¡soy un desastre!" Amity blinked. "...What?" "Nothing." Luz said, getting up. "But I think we should end early, I need to...I need to take a nap." And with those words, Luz walked out the door. Amity sat there, letting the blanket slip off her head and just stared at the door. She sighed, grabbed her things, and left as well.

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Luz made her way back to the Owl House, slowly feeling tired and flustered. She opened the door, not even recognizing that Hooty said nothing to her. She made her way to the couch and face planted into the cushions. "Heya kiddo, glad you're back I need you to-" Eda stopped at the sight of her apprentice. Her weird motherly instincts took over. "Kid," she said softly. "You alright?" There was a grumble from the cushions that Eda couldn't fully translate, but the message seemed to be that of leaving Luz alone for her teen angst or something. "Kid, if you ever need to talk about something," Eda started. "You know I'm always here to talk about anything with yo-"

"I'm in love with Amity Blight." Luz said.