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Guys, I am trying to finish Impulse's chapter and then I'm trying to plan out the next several chapters of "Built Family" (which includes: interlude, Cub, Scar, Iskall, Ren, Wels, Beef, interlude, Stress) and guess who keeps rearing his head?
ZEDAPH STAY DOWN YOU ARE NOT FOR ANOTHER TEN CHAPTERS, I KNOW YOU'RE EXCITED BUT WAIT YOUR TURN!
#hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#zedaph#to be fair#it is very in character for him lol#built family#why is he poking his head up?#wouldn't you like to know#guys#you are either going to love or hate what I do with sheep boy#and i don't know which#but am very excited#but i have to wait for another TEN CHAPTERS#ZED STAY DOWN
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The Rainbow Sheep
(Yes, I know, very original and creative title, but it gets the job done. Get ready for personal stories and too many parenthesis.)
In my childhood, whenever gay people were mentioned, it was with the same tone you’d use for someone with terminal cancer. It was a tragedy. They were lost, they had distanced themselves from God, and they were grieved like the dead. Sometimes it felt like people would rather their gay brothers and sisters be dead instead of gay. Of course, we should always be kind and welcoming, love the sinner hate the sin, etc., but honestly, it felt like you could never truly be accepted if you were gay. There was a distance, and it was always the gay person's fault.
For example—on June 26, 2015, the U.S. Supreme Court legalized gay marriage in all fifty states. I was thirteen years old. That Sunday, there was a special meeting at church to discuss the new development and reinforce The Family Proclamation. I remember very little of what was said, but I remember what I felt. I remember that the atmosphere felt like the greatest of tragedies had occurred, and I remember being told that we had to defend traditional marriage. We had been given the duty of defending the Family, something that the world wanted to destroy. (I use Family with a capital F because it always seems like we’re defending an unreachable ideal instead of the messy, glorious reality.) Nobody ever used that language directly, but I certainly felt the implication, and the language they did use drew up a stark divide of ‘us vs. them.’
I wholeheartedly believed this, and I was going to do everything I could to strive towards the ideal. I was going to get married in the temple and start my own eternal family! There was just one problem with that—I didn’t see men as romantic partners. My future husband was a faceless doll set in the life I wanted to have: my vision for the future included kids, a house, pets, and a job, but I had no idea where a husband was supposed to fit in my life. The ‘crushes’ I had as a kid were a fun game of pretend because girls were supposed to crush on boys. The older I got, the more exhausting the game of make-believe became. Looking back on my high school years, I realize that I was never actually attracted to the boys I wanted to date; I simply wanted to hang out with them. If they were attracted to me, that would be nice, and it would definitely stroke my ego, but I didn’t want them. I wanted to be wanted.
I’ve always gravitated to women more than men, even as a child. It’s a running joke among queer women that when you see a beautiful girl you don’t know if you want to be her or be with her, but I’ve always been able to make the distinction. Women were easier to develop crushes on than men. I could differentiate between attraction and admiration, and after I came out it was incredibly frustrating to hear people say I was confusing the two. I was enchanted with the sway of a classmate’s hips, the bark of her laughter, the passion of her voice. If I had changed the pronoun to ‘he’, everyone would assume I was in love.
I realized I was queer when I was sixteen years old, and it was terrifying. Gay people were the ‘other’, they were either set on destroying the Family or they were expected to live out a solitary life in the hope that they would get a heterosexual happily-ever-after in the Celestial Kingdom. I didn’t want to destroy the Family! I didn’t want to die alone! There were certain men that I found handsome, so I determined that I was attracted to men (in theory) and therefore nobody needed to know. I could go through my life with nobody the wiser, and I would never have to risk the alienation that comes with coming out.
And it's a risk. Parents will tell their children that they will always love them and there’s nothing they can do to change that. This is simply not true. I grew up with these same reassurances, but I was never specifically told that I could be gay and my parents would still love me. I’m incredibly lucky. Despite the way my parents were raised to regard LGBTQ+ people (which in all honesty was pretty mild compared to some of my friends' parents), they valued the commandment to love God and their neighbors over anything else. It was still one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of my life because I was walking into unknown, potentially dangerous territory. In the end, I’m so glad that I did. My parents and I understand each other better now, and I don't have to carry the weight of secret-keeping anymore.
Of course, there are still misunderstandings and miscommunication. I was frustrated because my parents didn’t want me to come out to my sisters until we were older. I felt like a dirty secret, and it felt like there was a layer of separation between me and my sisters. There are moments when I feel othered—when I know I can never come out to certain parts of my family, because they would never look at me the same way. (I might someday. Who knows.) When I see legislation that forbids talking about LGBT in schools and how gay literature is being banned from libraries, and how members of my family don't see a problem with this, because aren't they a bit young for that anyways? (I wasn't too young to be taught that I should marry a man in the temple and have children that I should raise in the faith, but that's besides the point.)
I get annoyed when I hear my orientation referred to as a ‘trial’ and something that will be made right in the afterlife. I don't consider it to be a trial--I think it's an aspect of who I am, and the trial comes from people who have a restricted view of the world.
I love my faith. I love the assurance that comes with knowing I'm a child of God, and I love how we as a church believe that we can become greater than we are through living gospel principles, but it should come as a surprise to nobody that the church is an institution made up of imperfect people. We have a long way to go, but I have hope. Look at me! I went from a deeply conservative teenager who believed that gay marriage was a sin (I'm not even sure I knew trans people existed at the time) to someone who accepts their identity as queer and tries to make the world a more accepting place. I can change, and I like to believe that the people around me can too. We can become greater than what we are today.
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So! I’m going to school to (hopefully) become a farm vet, and I also enjoy those hybrid Aus, SO! Farm Hybrid Au! (Or just farm au!)
Riddle: a rooster, specifically a red cornish. Cornish are known to be a bit aggressive, and finicky. I think he would have been a neglected chick and didn’t get to the full size, instead staying kinda small instead of becoming big like other Cornish.
Trey: Highlander cow, soft, sweet babys! They’re just happy to be here, and are stocky tough cattle. Their coats are double coated, so they can get matted but it’s rare with a proper diet and care.
Cater: a part indoor part outdoor cat, a beautiful orange tabby mix, who goes through moods of cuddle monster and hates everyone. Never a hiss from him, but a grumpy huff and he trots away.
Deuce: mastiff, a guard/live stock guardian dog breed. Big, aggressive to strangers, but love bugs once they get to know you. Specifically a Pyrenean mastiff, they’re polish, and suited for cold weather best.
Ace: definitely a Nubian goat, head strong, rebellious, LOUD, but they’re not aggressive! They’re actually very friendly, to their detriment since they will try to befriend predators!
Leona: farm cat, probably a Maine coon mix, cause he’s so big and fluffy! Maine coons are also very “dog like” and can learn tricks, to play fetch etc. They also tend to have a resting mad face, which Leona seems to have sometimes!
Ruggie: a stray dog that helps hunt vermin on the farm. I feel he wondered up once, and made sure to avoid the live stock (and their guard dogs) and got some rats or something. He doesn’t live on the farm by nearby in the woods with his pack of strays (including granny!)
Jack: another guard dog! Anatolian Shepard, a middle eastern breed suited for colder climates, and lovingly called “nanny dogs” and they will happily let goats jump on them. They’re a bit dominant, preferring to do their own thing vs what others say though.
Azul: cull duck! They’re a bit noisy, enjoying the sound of their own voice. They’re the white ones most people think of for ducks, small and fairly friendly but they do enjoy nibbling to show affection…
Jade: runner duck! They can’t fly, but enjoy scrabbling among rocks to find grubs, or in Jade’s case, mushrooms! They don’t waddle either! They run! They’re not as friendly as other duck breeds, being stand off-ish sometimes.
Floyd: just like his brother, a runner duck. He lives up to the runner in his name! Prances around, and enjoys tormenting the other animals on the farm. Someone stop him! Sneaks up on others and nips their feet. Has been kicked before, it didn’t stop him.
Kalim: brown Swiss, in the top three cattle breeds! They’re known for being fairly docile, calm and friendly. They’re very affectionate, and can get upset when not given affection from their handlers! This boy is BEGGING for ear scritches!
Jamil: Brahman bull, he can get aggressive much easier than Kalim. He’s also a very intelligent boy, as his breed usually is. But they’re also known to be shy, preferring to be alone or with a specific quiet few vs a large herd! Brahmans also are sensitive to the cold, so his hoodie is a need!
Vil: a jersey cow (my favorite!) they’re so pretty, but also the divas of milking cows. But it’s worth it for their thick, buttery and fatty milk! They’re also very curious, choosing to follow new comers vs hiding. They’re very social, but sassy things!
Rook: a trained hawk! (I’ve never seen a trained hawk around chickens but he is!) he was found as a baby and ended up bonding with the farmer I bet, so now he protects the others from birds, and more sneaky attacks! He enjoys sitting with Vil, a strange pair but it works.
Epel: a Southdown sheep, also known as “baby dolls” cause they’re so little and cute! He’s still a ram though, and hates being called cute! Head butts at will! Is mad that Vil has chosen him as their “calf” and follows him around, keeping him out of trouble. Vil’s no fun.
Idia: a British soay sheep, but he’s got a genetic mutation that makes him a deep blue instead of a dark brown. British soay are shy and flighty, they’re timid even among sheep breeds! Idia probably struggles with joining herds because of his color, which makes him more nervous about predators!
Ortho: à shetland sheep, another smaller breed, but quite friendly and inquisitive (which is rare among sheep, I’m sorry they’re dumb) Don’t let his size fool you though! Shetlands are one of the hardiest breeds out there! Small but mighty!
Malleus: a big black shire horse, now I don’t know as much about horses, but shires are docile and friendly draft horses! I bet cause of his size though, many of the other farm animals avoid him cause he’s scary. Shires are sometimes used for riding, and I bet he REALLY enjoys riding!
Lilia: a fell pony! They’re one of the smartest ponies, and while they can be finicky at times because of their intelligence, they are sweet ponies. He’s too intelligent for his own good I bet, enjoying to open the gates and wander out, but doesn’t close it and now EVERYONE is out and about!
Silver: an Icelandic horse (my brother’s favorite), they’re super sweet and hardworking sweethearts, with a beautiful grey coat! One of the friendliest horse breeds in the world, he’s just a big old love bug! Loves rolling around and laying in a nice patch of grass I bet.
Sebek: a shetland pony, but he’s one of the ones who give shetlands a bad rap. He’s nippy, and stubborn, and loves to whiney whenever he can! Likes the sound of his own voice. Is entranced with Malleus, and wants to be a big horse like him one day!
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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2k
Warnings: tw: rape, tw: talk of being raped but not the act itself, tw: verbal abuse, tw: emotional abuse, john is a really bad person, super sweet bucky, relief and being free at the end
Summary: Ever since your failed one-night stand with John, you two have been in a "relationship". He won't let you leave and treats you like less than. Will you ever find your way out of this abuse cycle?
Squares Filled: romania (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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The person staring back at you in the mirror is someone you don’t recognize. How did you get to this point in your life? You used to be so full of life and loved going out with your friends. Now? You’d rather stay in and not see a single person in fear they’re going to see who you really are: a weak bitch. At least, that’s what John tells you daily. Your eyes used to hold so much light but now they’re sunken in. Your skin used to be glowing but now is pale.
Thank God for makeup.
You paint your face to make yourself look happy, to conceal the tear stains away, and to make your skin shine like how it used to. Just as you put the final brush down, John walks in with a scowl on his face.
“You take fucking forever to get ready. The boys are waiting on you. You’re either ready in five minutes or I’m gonna leave you here and I’ll punish you when I get home.”
“I’m ready.”
You turn to him with a fake smile plastered on your face.
“Fucking finally. Come on.”
As soon as John leaves the room, your smile drops. This is getting to be very exhausting and you’re not sure how long you can do this for. Still, you grab your purse and meet John at the car. One of his good friends is hosting a small party with drinks and dinner, so he doesn’t live far from you and John. John has his hand on your thigh the entire ride as a sort of reminder. His touch makes you want to throw up, everything about him you hate, and he’s not a good person.
Not only is he mentally, verbally, and emotionally abusive toward you, but he crosses the line into physical abuse almost every night. He’s only hit you once out of anger but the physical abuse is sexual. One night a year ago, you were looking for a meaningless hookup to get over your ex and John had taken you back to his place. Everything was going great until the point where you two got into it. You backed down at the last second because you didn’t want to do that to yourself, but John didn’t take no for an answer.
He ended up raping you that night and has been almost every night after that. He became obsessed with you and had been for months before that, and now that he got his hands on you, he didn’t want to let you go.
He won’t let you leave, and you don’t know how to break this cycle.
You and John arrive at his friend’s house just as Bucky and Sam get there. It was John’s idea to invite them as a sort of “get to know my neighbors” type deal. He wants to prove to them that he’s just as capable of being Captain America as Steve was. Bucky isn’t going to go for his bullshit but Sam made him come here.
Bucky smiles when he sees you. He’s always thought you were too good for John but he’s kept his mouth shut because it seemed like you were happy in the relationship. However, when you pass by him to get into the house, he can see how terrified you are in your eyes.
“It’s good to see you two. I’m glad you could make it,” John smiles.
The worst thing about John is that he’s super charming and can convince a town full of people that he’s the good guy.
“Sam made me come.”
“Hush,” Sam says and whacks Bucky on the back of his head.
All four of you walk inside and greet the men who are already here. The only other woman who is here is one of John’s friend’s wife. You’d much rather go off on your own with the wife and make small talk but John keeps you by his side all night. Even as he’s talking to Bucky and Sam about his plans regarding Captain America, his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. Bucky looks at you briefly and sees the look in your eyes. You’re smiling and agreeing with what John is saying but your eyes are telling him a different story.
Something is wrong here but he doesn't know what or how to help you.
Eventually, dinner is served and you’re seated next to John and the other woman. Bucky and Sam are on the other side of the table but Bucky’s eyes haven’t left you since you walked past him. It’s bugging him that he knows something is wrong without knowing exactly what it is. Everyone is eating and having a good time while you pick at your food cautiously. You can eat only what John approves of you to eat since he’s told you constantly that he doesn’t want you getting fat on him. If you look a certain way, he’ll force you to lose weight until you can fit into the clothes he buys you.
It’s your fault for eating too much anyway.
You’re not sure how the conversation ended up on languages, but John is always looking for an excuse to talk about this. You’ve pretty much tuned out this entire evening.
“I don’t know if you guys know this but Y/N can speak five languages, Romanian being one of them. It’s the one I find the most romantic.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I grew up with it,” you nod.
“Tell them how great I am in Romanian,” John chuckles.
The only other person at this table who can speak Romanian is Bucky. This is your chance. This is your chance to ask for some real help without alerting John you’re doing it.
“Am nevoie de ajutor. John nu mă lasă să-l părăsesc. Mă violează de câteva ori pe săptămână. Este abuziv fizic, verbal, mental și emoțional. Mi-e teamă că mă voi trezi într-o zi să-l văd cu un cuțit în față. Vă rog să mă ajutați. Nu mă va lăsa să plec.”
I need help. John won't let me leave him. He rapes me several times a week. He's abusive physically, verbally, mentally, and emotionally. I'm scared I'll wake up one day to see him with a knife in my face. Please help me. He won't let me leave.
You can’t look at anyone in the eyes, especially Bucky. Still, you peek a look at him to see shock written on his face. He understood every word you said but John is still smiling next to you as if you told everyone how loving and kind he is. John reaches over and grips your thigh gently to let you know he has all the power here.
“What did you tell them?”
You look at John and smile at him.
“How much you love me and how much you treat me like a princess. How much I love you.”
“See?” John chuckles. “She’s a keeper.”
John goes back to eating and chatter resumes as normal. However, Bucky can’t stop looking at you. You lock eyes with him before looking down and finishing your meal. The rest of the dinner goes by without a hitch and John is saying goodbye to his friends.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom real fast. I’ll be quick.”
John can’t be his usual self around company so he kisses the side of your head and allows you to do that.
“Hurry back.”
It’s a simple request but it holds so much threat behind it. You leave his side and head to the upstairs bathroom since that’s the only one working. As soon as the door is closed, you rush over to the toilet and throw up everything you ate. You want to cry until there is no more water in you but you have to remind yourself that John is waiting and he’ll get meaner the longer you make him wait.
Someone knocks on the door and the panic and fear in your body spike to a high level. You wipe your mouth with toilet paper and flush the toilet to make it seem like you’re done.
“Who is it?”
“Bucky.”
Relief replaces your panic but the fear is still there. He knows what John does. He knows everything. What is he going to do? You open the door carefully and he pushes his way inside with determination.
“Is what you said true?”
“I can’t do this here, Bucky.” If you talk about it openly, then you’re going to cry and John will know for sure something is up. “If I talk about it, I’ll cry and I won’t be able to stop.” You look at your reflection to make sure your makeup isn’t ruined. “I have to go. John is waiting.”
“Wait just a minute,” Bucky says and prevents you from leaving.
“Bucky, please. John will get angry. I need to leave now.”
“John is no longer going to hurt you.”
“What?”
“Stay here and wait for my return.”
Bucky leaves before you can say anything else. John sees Bucky come back alone and he’s getting a bit frustrated with you. He can’t do anything in front of his friends but just wait until he gets you home.
“Where’s Y/N?”
“In the bathroom. It sounded like she was washing her hands when I passed by. Can I talk to you for a second outside?”
John looks confused but follows Bucky outside nonetheless. John passes by Bucky while he stares at his vibranium arm. The metal flexes with power and Bucky is trying so hard to contain it.
“You want to know an interesting fact about me?” Bucky asks and looks at John.
“What?”
“Vorbesc fluent Romana.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m fluent in Romanian.”
John immediately gets nervous. You told him you told everyone how much you love him but based on Bucky’s reaction, he knows you said something else.
“That’s cool, man. You and Y/N have something in common.”
With his vibranium arm, Bucky sends what’s supposed to be a deadly blow to the face. It would be deadly if the person he is punching didn’t have the super soldier serum in him. John crashes into the car behind him and sets off the car alarm. Everyone inside rushes outside to see what the commotion is.
“Never lay a hand on her again!” Bucky yells angrily.
Bucky sends another hard blow with his flesh hand to the side of John’s face. This is when the fight or flight response in John kicks in. He starts to fight Bucky back but there is no use in stopping the Winter Soldier. They both have the serum in them but Bucky has always been and will always be stronger than John. Bucky grabs John’s collar and pulls him up to his feet only to slam him to the concrete down below. Bucky punches John’s chest so hard with his metal arm that John’s ribs break and he coughs up blood.
“Hey! What the hell is going on!” Sam yells and pulls his friend off your abuser.
“He’s a fucking abuser and a coward! He’s hurting Y/N, and it’s gonna stop now. Don’t fucking go near her or I’ll do more than break your ribs,” Bucky threatens.
Everyone looks at John who just groans in pain with his eyes closed. Bucky pushes past everyone to get back into the house and to the bathroom where you are. You’re sitting on the toilet biting your nails nervously. You have no idea what is going on out there or what Bucky can do to help you. The bathroom door opens and Bucky enters without a second thought. You stand up to greet him when you smell blood. Your eyes trail down his body until they land on his flesh hand which has open wounds on it.
“What did you do?” you gasp.
“I should have killed him.” The realization that you’re free, at least at this moment, hits you and the floodgates open. The tears come flowing out and won’t stop, and Bucky pulls you into his arms. “He will never hurt you again. Sam and I have an extra room you can use.”
Your grip on him gets tighter.
“Thank you,” you cry and shake in his arms.
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sam winchester just doesn’t fit. he lives life between two worlds; too strange for normal people but not strange enough for his family. he’s passionate and nerdy and kind-hearted. he’s trusting but terrified of losing the little that he has. he’s been looking from the outside in for his entire life and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t change that.
imagine growing up like that. never in one place, constantly moving around, surrounded by fear and family secrets and things that go bump in the dark. imagine always being the new kid, getting weird looks in the hallways, growing up in hand-me-downs and dingy motel rooms and having an alcoholic, revenge-obsessed ex-military dad who’s never around. being raised by your big brother and never being able to explain to anyone what family means to you. that they’re your prison and your curse but also everything you have, because you never stopped in one place to keep anything else.
and on the inverse, imagine being the black sheep in a family of hunters. imagine wanting autonomy and safety and being shamed for it. sam is a dreamer at heart. he loves reading and human connection and moral philosophy. he wants to be good above everything else. he’s a bleeding heart who gets far too involved in cases and feels the pain of everyone else too strongly.
imagine wanting to play soccer instead of shooting at things that want to kill you, and being berated for it. wanting to get an education and being belittled for it. wanting to get free of it all, wanting to make an honest life for yourself and have companionship and a stable career and a family that trusts you as much as they love you and being told that if you leave, you’re never welcome back.
sam tried so fucking hard to fit in at stanford, and it ended with his girlfriend burning up on his ceiling. he tried to be a good hunter, and instead became the boy king, a demon-blood halfling, an abomination, a monster even in the eyes of his family.
if you can’t save him, kill him. if i didn’t know you, i would want to hunt you. sam has always been more monster than human or hunter. always. he was a monster at school and a monster at stanford and a monster on the road with dean. he was stuck between worlds and floundering for any bit of reassurance that god hadn’t given up on him.
yet even through that, he was still kind and loyal and motivated by good will. he wanted to see the good in everything, even in the monsters he hunted. he wanted to give them a chance, because he wanted so badly to believe that he wasn’t a monster either. he knew how it felt to be bad to his very core yet still want to do good. he GOT it. even when the world hated him, he still always tried to do the right thing.
sammy’s a big, cuddly, bleeding-heart monster and i love all of him.
#oc#sam winchester#supernatural#spn meta#spn 2x01#spn 4x04#i cannot stop thinking about him#i know he’s big and scary and does awful things sometimes#but he’s hurting so much#and he’s been through fucking hell and back#like i GET it. i get why he’s so fucked up. poor boy has been suffering his entire life.
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Oh ho ho ask and you shall receive.
Can I get a western au with Misfit and dealers choice on genre. Just at one point can I hug him. Thank you
Love oo
Better Place
Summary: After losing his career due to gross insubordination towards his Commanding Officer, Misfit finds himself moving back to the small ranching town he grew up in because he has no other options. He’s surprised when he realizes that this is his chance to heal.
Pairing: Pre Specialist Misfit (Clone OC) x F!Reader
Word Count: 2421
Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol abuse
Prompt: Western AU - though it doesn't really have a Western vibe, sorry.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @kimiheartblade
A/N: So, I had an idea, and I think I'm happy with it. Jango was a good dad to some of his children, but was a bad dad to others. Misfit, Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, and Sister are all the "undesirable" children, and I have ideas as to where they are, but I couldn't work it into the story.
“Here’s the Ranch,” Boba says to Misfit as he unlocks the door and walks over to a window to pull it open, “No one’s lived here since dad died, but I’ve had people coming out and keeping it clean. Everything is still in working order.”
Awkwardly, Misfit lingers in the doorway, he pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and sticks it between his lips, though he doesn’t light it just yet. He watches Boba move around the kitchen, pulling open curtains and opening windows.
He hates this place.
He never wanted to return here.
Being in this house makes him feel like a child again. Unwanted. Unheard.
Ghosts of memories dance across his vision. He can see Jango—father— sitting at the dining room table, holding court with his favored sons: golden boy Boba. Ponds. Cody. Both sets of twins, Neyo and Bacara as well as Wolffe and Fox. The baby, Bly.
All the while, the less favored kids are left watching from the outside, in the hopes that they might earn an approving look from their father.
Not that they ever did.
He wonders if Jango regretted it, ignoring so many of his children, before the end. Misfit knows that he didn’t come and visit when he got word that Jango was dying.
He also knows that the other undesirable kids didn’t come either.
Knowing Jango, he didn’t even notice.
In any event, Boba inherited the ranch after Jango died. Though, it’s clear to Misfit that his older brother hadn’t actually stepped foot in the place since before Jango died.
It should make him feel better, the knowledge that Jango must be rolling in his grave since Boba’s just giving him the ranch. But it just makes him feel hollow and empty.
“Are you sure you want to just give me this place?” Misfit asks.
Boba turns to look at him, “We talked about this already, vod.” He leans against the counter, his arms folding over his chest, “The ranch is too far away from where I work.”
“We both know that Jango wouldn’t want me to have this place.”
“Yeah, well,” Boba shrugs, “Dad’s dead. What he does or doesn’t want is unimportant. He left the ranch to me, and I’m giving it to you.” He pauses, “The animals were sold after dad died, but I do remember that you never cared much for cattle or sheep.”
Misfit’s grin is slightly wry, Boba’s not wrong, that’s for sure.
“So, do you have any plans for the place?” Boba asks.
“Plant a garden, probably. Assuming the garden boxes don’t need to be repaired.” Misfit shrugs, “Turn the old barn into a workshop for my woodworking.”
“Oh, you’re still doing that?”
“I like working with my hands. It makes me less likely to turn to alcohol or drugs.”
Boba pauses and for a moment a pained look crosses his face, “I had heard…there are meetings in town for people fighting addictions. Support groups.”
“Yeah, I know.” Misfit pauses, “I already reached out for a sponsor.”
Relief washes across Boba’s face, “You have? That’s great.”
“Contrary to what you all seem to believe, I don’t actually like being high or drunk.”
“We’re just worried, Misfit.” Boba replies, “We thought you were going to get Court Martialed.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“You-” Boba exhales slowly, “Never mind.” He pushes his hair through his curls, “When I heard you were coming, I went out and bought some food for you.”
“Thanks.”
“It’s the least I could do. You’re still my brother.” Boba stops leaning against the counter and walks over to another window and ties the curtain open, “Honestly, I was worried I’d never see you again.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the others…they’ve completely cut us off.” Boba says awkwardly.
“Can you blame them?” Misfit asks as he finally steps into the house properly. He’ll have to redo the entire house to make it less anxiety inducing, but it’s always nice to have a project.
“No.” Boba admits, “Dad was great…for some of us. It took a long time for me to recognize that the way he treated you younger kids was…” He sighs and shakes his head, “None of you deserved that.”
“No, we didn’t.” Misfit agrees. “Anything else?”
Boba’s quiet for a moment, “I left my old motorcycle in the barn, you can have it. I can’t ride it anymore. The helmet and leather jacket are back there too. They’ll both fit you.”
“Thanks Boba,”
“You need a way to get around. It’s not super, you won’t be able to do a massive grocery trip, but it’s good enough.” Boba walks over to Misfit, and reaches out to grip his shoulder, “Listen, if you need anything, just give me a call. We’re family.”
Misfit stares at him for a moment, “Yeah, sure.”
“I mean it, vod.” Boba drops his hand, “I wasn’t always the best brother, but I’ve grown up since then.”
Misfit sighs and nods, “Alright, Boba. I’ll let you know.”
“Great. I’m going to get out of here, let you get settled.” Boba heads to the door, and then turns around to walk backwards, “Answer your phone when I call, Misfit. I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Then Boba is gone, leaving Misfit alone with his thoughts and memories.
His hands twitch, and he finally lights his cigarette, in the hopes that the familiar sensation will help him feel a little less like a child again.
It helps settle him, a little bit, and Misfit starts poking his way through the house. It is in pretty solid condition, all things considered, he decides as he goes up the stairs.
The paint and wallpaper in the rooms are dated, but both are easily corrected. Besides, wallpaper is outdated as a whole anyway.
The bedroom he used to share with Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair will probably be reworked into an office, Misfit decides as he peeks into his old bedroom. It needs a new coat of paint, and he’ll probably take the door off, to make it more open.
Misfit clicks his tongue and heads back downstairs. He finds a notepad and a pen in the kitchen, and then heads back upstairs, making a list of everything he’s going to need to make the house less nightmare fuel for himself.
As he heads out to the barn later, to make sure the motorcycle still works, Misfit can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this won’t be as terrible as he fears.
Three months later, Misfit thinks that he’s about as settled as he’s going to get. He has a dog, a mastiff he named Bull, and the entire house has been repainted so that it doesn’t look like the same house.
He managed to get his garden in, and rigged up the hoses to automatically water the plants on a set schedule (he had to get on a video call with Tech to hammer out the more finicky details when some of the coding didn’t work properly, but it works now and that’s the important thing.)
Misfit has even managed to repair the old fences so that Bull has free reign of the yard.
All in all, this place feels more like home now than it ever did when he was a child. Even his relationship with Boba has settled into something safe and comfortable.
They don’t talk about Jango. Ever.
But they get together once a week, have lunch or dinner together. It’s settled something, an old hurt, in Misfit’s heart. It’s nice to know that his older brothers don’t actually hate him.
It’s around that time when his neighbor across the street sells their home. The original owners, an older couple who used to babysit Misfit when he was a little kid, had been thrilled to see him again when he moved in.
But they are an older couple, so Misfit wasn’t surprised when they admitted that they were moving out. He also wasn’t surprised when they asked for him to come and help with a few repairs around their home before they sold it.
The new owner is a young woman around the same age as him. Though Misfit hasn’t met her yet.
The morning he meets her, he’s out in the front yard working on his garden, while also playing with Bull. In fairness, he doesn’t notice her first, but Bull releases a loud bark and tears over to the fence.
Misfit straightens from where he’s pulling weeds, and he whistles sharply. Bull immediately sits, though his entire body is wiggling with excitement. “Good boy, Bull.” Misfit praises as he pulls a cookie out of a pouch on his hip and passes it to the dog.
“He’s so well trained!” The woman standing at the fence says, her eyes wide as she looks from Bull to Misfit and then back again, “Did you train him yourself?”
“Had some help from my cousin.” Misfit says, “He’s a dog trainer here in town.”
“The one who visits every week?” She asks, “I saw him the other day.”
“No. That’s one of my brothers. Hound doesn’t visit often.” He pulls off his thick work gloves and sticks them in his back pocket, “Anyway, can I help you?”
“Oh! I was just coming over to introduce myself!” She holds out her hand, and introduces herself with a broad smile, “I just moved in, and I’ve been wanting to come and introduce myself, but you’re a hard man to catch.”
“I’m a pretty busy guy.” He pauses, “Misfit.”
“I…sorry?”
“My name. It’s Misfit.”
Her lips part, “Oh. That’s…not really a name.” She finally says.
“You get used to it. There’s a bunch of us Fetts around here with names like that.” Misfit replies with a shrug, “You get used to it.”
She frowns slightly, and then her smile returns, “So, you take care of all this land on your own?”
Misfit pulls a cigarette from behind his ear and lights it, “Pretty much.”
“The previous owners told me that you hand carved the railing in my home,” She bubbles excitedly, “Is that true?”
“Yeah. I make furniture and stuff for a living. Never been much for farm work.” Misfit pauses, he looks at her eager face, and then sighs, “Would you like to come in?”
“Only if it’s not too much hassle,” She replies sheepishly, “I’ve never met someone who can make furniture with their own hands.”
Misfit sighs and pushes the gate open, moving to the side to let her into his yard. “How do you think furniture gets made?”
“Uh…in factories?”
“Sure, if you want cheap things that’ll break in a year, I guess.” Misfit motions to Bull, “My dog, Bull. Let him sniff your hand before you try to pet him.”
He waits until Bull decides that she’s boring, before he leads her around to the barn. “This used to be an actual farm, then?” She asks as she looks up at the, recently painted, barn. “I thought these came in red?”
“I painted it because I don’t like red.” Misfit says as he slides one of the barn doors open, “And yeah, it was a farm for years. It’s only in the last couple of years that there haven’t been animals living here.” He moves to the side as three cats sprint out of the barn.
“You have cats too!” She asks, excited.
“They’re strays. They keep the mouse population down, so I’m happy to feed them.” He pushes the other barn door open, and gestures vaguely towards his workshop.
“Oh, it smells nice!”
“That would be because that shelf is made of cedar.” Misfit replies as he steps around her and goes over to his workbench, “It’s for my brother. His bookshelf collapsed because of too many books.”
“You’re a good brother,” She sounds marveled.
“Nah. I’m making him pay me for it.” Misfit says, “He’s a professor at an Ivy league university, he can afford it.”
“So if this used to be a ranch and now isn’t, what are you doing with all of the land?” She asks, curious.
“Planting trees.”
She laughs, and then pauses, “Wait, really?”
“Yeah, really.”
She blinks at him, twice, and then she grins. “Wow, you’re like, the whole package, aren’t you?”
“...what?”
“It’s just,” She flushes, “You’re handy,” She gestures to the shelf, “You’re good with animals, you care about the environment and you’re close to your family-”
Misfit stares at her, blankly, “I have a dishonorable discharge from the military, and am in recovery for both alcohol and drug addictions.” He says flatly, “The only reason I’m allowed to live here is because no one else wanted to, and they don’t care what I do with it.”
She shakes her head, “Addiction is an illness! Not a moral failing! And your brothers clearly love you enough to give you all of this.”
“...you’re very kind, but I promise I don’t deserve it.”
She scowls at him, and takes several large steps towards him, and wraps her arms around his waist in a tight hug.
Misfit’s hands raise to hover over her shoulders, unsure what he’s supposed to do in this situation. “Um…”
She doesn’t pull away, “I don’t know who told you that you’re not deserving of basic kindness, but they’re wrong.” She tightens her arms around him, “You’re a good guy. Bad guys don’t take care of animals or worry about the environment or take time out of their busy day to humor someone’s curiosity.”
Misfit sighs and lightly places his hands on her shoulders, and pushes her away gently, “Thank you. I’m not the best at taking compliments, but…thank you.”
She smiles at him, her face slowly turning red in embarrassment, “You’re welcome! But you must think I’m so weird-” She says with a sheepish laugh.
“Weird isn’t so bad.” Misfit replies as he turns his attention away from her. He hesitates for a moment, considering something, before he looks at her again, “So…I’m holding a cookout this weekend, with my brother and my cousins and their partners. There’s going to be a bunch of people here, if you want to come over and meet some people.”
“Ah! Really?”
Misfit shrugs, “It’s not easy being the new person in town.”
She beams at him, warm and wide, “And you think you’re a bad guy.”
And Misfit looks away from her, his ears burning. He’s not sure if he’s a good guy, exactly, but…maybe he could try to be. If only to keep her smiling at him like that.
#star wars#tcw#star wars au#vodika-vibes 650 event#clone oc: specialist misfit#misfit x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks#western au
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i made more of them whoops. six wasn't enough apparently.
also i don't normally draw fluffy dogs or long face dogs because both of mine are short haired BRICKS so any advice is appreciated :) i love Scratch so much. more info and plain text under the cut again
i will draw Halsin and Jaheira eventually i swear. the diner doesn't have a name yet either, but it WILL. one day. i kinda want Astarion to work there in the future, his cafe job is a different, worse one. Halsin lovers i need your feedback because i do not know much at all about this man.
and thank you for the support on my first post!! i've never gotten this many notes before lol
sidenote: Fennel is a drow. she's just got that dragonsblood sorcerer thing going on and also i like horns. (she IS lolthsworn in game, i'm still debating how to include that here. is three characters with religious trauma too many??)
FENNEL
5'9"
works at Halsin's coffee shop/diner as a line cook.
first stable job she's had in ages because she has no tolerance for rude customers and kept saying things that got her fired.
adopted Scratch after his owner passed away, does everything to improve herself for his sake.
met Jaheira through the diner as well, who recommended the support group to her.
this was 90% because Jaheira likes collecting these nonfunctional gay losers to watch the drama unfold in ways better than any sitcom, but she (probably) actually cares at least a little.
hates the idea of going until something (or someone) suddenly motivates her ooOOOo what could it beeeeee........
coffee order is a plain americano until she gets introduced to sweet drinks and realizes life is worth living.
it's hot chocolate now, caffeine doesn't do anything for her anyway.
favourite board game is phase ten, but she never wins. just happy 2 be there.
absolute beast in mario kart tho, matches Karlach's competitive streak.
SCRATCH
best boy!!!!!!
used to be a drug sniffing dog, VERY task oriented. Fennel has to hide things for him to search for daily or he gets antsy.
he's shockingly intelligent, knows more than a dog should.
misses his previous owner a lot. has to be walked to the cemetary weekly for visits.
likes all foods, but LOVES fruit a weird amount.
blueberries are his high-value treat.
calm in thunderstorms but can't handle fireworks. howls at sirens because that's the noise that took his best friend away :(
his previous owner was a handler for a different dog. he knew Scratch wouldn't hurt without a good reason, so when Scratch attacked a TSA agent, he took Scratch with him and left the job.
this saved Scratch and he knew it, was extremely loyal. the other dog got moved to a new handler, no harm done.
very protective little guy, he loves the gang. sees them all as his responsibility.
those losers are HIS sheeps, and he is a VERY GOOD GUARDIAN.
can his sheeps stop being sad please. also stop having "jobs". walk him instead.
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So I watched that Under the Boardwalk movie and it's surprisingly amazing? + my thoughts on other upcoming movies
Okay, when my friend texted me the trailer I was shocked to find out it was by Nickelodeon and Paramount (When I think of Nickelodeon I think of perverted jokes in trashy sitcoms and cartoons) but when Nickelodeon actually has something good, I'm surprised! I feel like I have sort of a love-hate relationship with Nickelodeon stuff as I do with Disney, but there's more stuff by Nickelodeon that I love more than there is Disney, and I mostly have more nostalgia for Nickelodeon (I'm not like other people 0w0). There was literally one foot joke in the movie! Just one! Not filled with dirty jokes either, and it had a good message!
The message and the songs were actually amazing and the characters were adorable and sweet! They actually had amazing character development, which I wasn't expecting from this movie. Armen and Ramona had a cute relationship with Armen being the scared one at first but then turns to being the braver one, and Ramona being the wildcard and adventurous one but ending up needing rescued in the end. They could have done the whole "damsel in distress needs rescued by guy" type of thing that I get sick of seeing in old Disney movies, but they didn't! Ramona's sister, Shelly was adorable as well, and she was deaf and couldn't hear but she didn't let that stop her from trying to save her sister! I also love how the big tough guy Bobby had a soft side and didn't pick on Armen like we would expect him to. Like, the big tough strong crabs were actually Armen's friends and supported him even though he wasn't like them. Also, can we talk about the villain? Like, it was cool to see the posh spoiled rich boy be the villain but also just a guy you gotta hate (he tried hitting on Ramona, Shelly, and their mom which was weird). Like, they combined the snobby spoiled rich mama's boy traits with also making him a womanizer and full of himself. Almost like Victor Quartermaine but without the lip fillers, and more of a flirty womanizer. (spoilers; even the villain, Meiko, got redemption in the end). I also liked how they showed the humans in the story as well. They didn't try and make the humans seem all evil but still had the dumb human antagonist who gave them different shells and tried to sell them, but that's only a minor part in the movie and not the main conflict which is a plus! Like, I don't like when animal movies try to make all the humans seem evil (I kind of like how the movie Barnyard, which is also Paramount and Nickelodeon, did kind of the same thing where the animals weren't afraid of being eaten by humans, they were just trying to hide from them).
I also noticed other details I thought was cool, besides the fact that they made fun of... you know who **cough cough dirty dan**, with the one foot joke. Or at least I hope they were making fun of him (at a scene where Armen and Ramona were in a photobooth together they were going through filters and Armen ended up as a foot and Ramona was laughing at him). I also love that this movie was a musical and included songs that fit in with the "cheesy teen beach musical" type of vibes, but they also made it take place in New Jersey and the conflict was focused around the sea crabs coming up and bothering the land crabs. It was also a good anti-racism type of symbolism because they were both crabs, and it's not the same as what Zootopia or Sheep & Wolves did and use other animals (although Sheep & Wolves is still a great movie). Like, I can't ship a fox and a rabbit but I can ship a sea crab and a land crab because they're BOTH CRABS! I noticed a lot of other little details in it and I'm really proud of Paramount on this one! I don't understand but I'm curious to know if they have an animation studio in Italy, since I saw the Italian flag in the background of some scenes. If they do have an animation studio there, then that's awesome! If not, it's still fine, I'm just curious! I'm an American and I support other countries when it comes to them making animated family movies. Just to see a smaller foreign studio make a movie that's better than what Disney puts out...
Also, I'm still pumped up about Butterfly Tale and I'm furious that it won't be released in the U.S any time soon. If you're in Canada, please go see Butterfly Tale and give that smaller studio some support because Butterfly Tale looks like an amazing movie and my friend loved it! And idc about this knock off Chicken Run sequel dawn of the nugget or some crap, I still consider Chicken Run a DreamWorks movie and I don't want Netflix and Sam Fell to ruin what was once amazing. This Chicken Run 2 looks so dumb and they ruined the movie, this is totally a knock off, no telling me otherwise. DreamWorks isn't working on it and Aardman only works on it because they're being forced to by Netflix. At least I can still support DreamWorks by going to see Trolls 3, but the villain designs look hideous (at least we get that Broppy romance), and i doubt that it'll beat Under the Boardwalk or Butterfly Tale.
nyway, tell me your thoughts on what I said in either of these paragraphs and feel free to state your opinions, even if you don't agree!
#under the boardwalk#under the boardwalk movie#under the boardwalk 2023#under the boardwalk spoilers#movie spoilers#my thoughts on trolls 3#my thoughts on under the boardwalk 2023#nickelodeon#nickelodeon movies#butterfly tale movie
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MY MOST IMPORTANT (P.GW)
SUMMARY . . . gunwook loves his members, but specifically a certain one the most.
PAIRING . . . park gunwook x male!reader
GENRE . . . fluff, somewhat angst
WARNINGS . . . none!
WORD COUNT . . . 1k
NOTES . . . pretty basic but i just really love gunwook so take this :))
gunwook hates that y/n is under appreciated.
to him, y/n is everything but untalented, in his honest totally non-biased opinion, y/n is one of the most talented members and people he's ever met. he doesn't even know why people go on about y/n being the 'black sheep of zerobaseone'.
none of the members understand either, it's a generally known fact that y/n, despite being one of the youngest, is one of the most hardworking members in the whole entire group.
but the thing with y/n is, he always wants to prove himself.
gunwook knows he's seen the comments, because it's like he has this incentive to stay at practice for almost ten hours to prove a point.
usually, the older members are able to persuade him to not to stay longer than he should, and even with how stubborn he is, y/n would always give in after trying his best to put up an argument.
but today, y/n is insistent that he'll be okay.
he keeps putting up arguments, saying that it's better that he practices for longer so that he doesn't screw up at the debut showcase and embarrass himself.
everyone knows those are just his inner most thoughts messing with him, and all the hate comments he's been getting have messed with his already little confidence.
no matter how much they tried to convince him to not stay late, y/n stood his ground and simply smiled, saying he'd be fine, and it wouldn't be for long.
it has been three hours, and gunwook is done.
he tried to wait, he did. he tried to be patient, but he knows, he can't leave y/n there alone, he can't just let y/n overwork himself.
he's very very worried.
so, he grabs his sweater, and whilst he's getting ready to leave, gyuvin the walks by and pauses.
"going to get y/n?"
"yes" gunwook sighs, tired. gyuvin stares at him for a moment before giving a knowing smile, which confuses him. "what?"
gyuvin giggles, clearly having an idea in his head that he didn't want gunwook to know. "nothing, nothing" he snickers. "just make sure you don't come back late".
"it's already late".
"then later".
gunwook rolls his eyes, but gives gyuvin a smile. when he exits the dorm, he sighs at the fact that y/n is probably gonna put up another fight once again. he's lucky the wakeone building isn't that far away, but he also hates the fact that he has to drag y/n away from the practice room again.
gunwook isn't that surprised when he sees y/n still in the practice room, letting out a frustrated groan as he stomps on the floor.
"y/n".
said boy immediately flinches at the sound of his name being called, letting out a sigh of relief. his shoulders slump as he sees gunwook, and he's clearly very tired, but he tries his best to stand.
"gunwook, why are you here?"
"to take you home y/n" gunwook states obviously. he takes his arm but y/n shakes his head, resisting against his grip.
"no no no" y/n says, and gunwook literally can't believe that he still wants to stay late. "i— i still have to perfect this move then i'll finally be done and prepared—"
"y/n, it's almost midnight! you've been practicing almost all day, you need your rest!" gunwook exclaims, and y/n looks hesitant.
"i just— i have to make sure that i don't do anything wrong because then i'll mess it up for the whole group!"
y/n sighs, his shoulders slumping. "gunwook, it's just a few more minutes, i just— it won't take that long".
"y/n" gunwook's voice softens, he tugs his hand, wanting to convince him that it was okay to take a break. "you've been here for almost 10 hours, you have to get your rest".
"but—"
y/n pauses, he bites his inner cheek, a frown comes to his lips as his mind races. "i don't wanna mess anything up, like misstep, or step too early, or not dance at the correct time".
gunwook sighs.
y/n isn't usually like this, well wasn't usually like this before he actually acknowledged the things people said about him online. he remembers hearing him cry into junhyeon's shoulder because of how much it was taking a toll on him.
gunwook's face falls as he thinks about it, y/n shouldn't have to feel like this. he's talented, he deserves to be recognized for that, he shouldn't have to be recognized for stuff that isn't even true, all the rumors people would gossip about when the cameras weren't on.
it upsets him how much people dislike him even though he did nothing wrong.
"your not going to" gunwook states, but y/n just sighs, shaking his head. "stop��� don't shake your head, i'm serious y/n, your going to do great".
"but what if i—"
"stop, stop it" gunwook cuts in. "y/n, your talented, creative, smart, funny, pretty, and anyone who disagrees with that is stupid, you don't have to practice for ten hours to prove how amazing of an idol you are, i know your gonna do great, i don't wanna hear you deny that".
y/n pauses again at the blatantly honest words, they're so genuine that his face goes a little red as gunwook continues to hold his hand. gunwook gives a small smile, poking his cheek.
y/n finally sighs after a set of silence, he pretty much stumbles forward because his muscles feel sore from all the dancing he's been doing. he simply wants to fall into gunwook's arms and fall asleep, but he can't do that, he can't be a burden.
gunwook smiles, pulling y/n by his hand, as the boy can finally stand up right due to gunwook supporting him. he lets go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist, keeping him up.
y/n couldn't deny, everything about this felt nice. he'd always felt this warmth, comfort around gunwook, no one else could really bring him the kind of comfort that he did.
gunwook was just the kind of person who could calm him down, the one kind of person that y/n could just relax around.
"let's go home, okay y/n?"
y/n nods tiredly, giving gunwook the fondest of smiles.
home, that's what park gunwook felt like, home.
#park gunwook#zerobaseone#zb1#zb1 gunwook#zb1 imagines#park gunwook x reader#park gunwook imagines#zb1 scenarios#zb1 drabbles#𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!
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My Personal Steddie fic rec list
I read a lot of steddie fics, and thought someone might gain from me taking note of some of my favorite ones. I won't be including the obvious "Keep it Steady, Eddie" and "Are You Flagging" and such, because we have all read those, but any that aren't on the first page of the Steddie tag on AO3, I might put here.
His Majesty's Jester by GreenQueenofClubs The thing was, these popular types, the Royalty of High School Society? They just wanted to be entertained. They wanted something to break through the dull monotony of life at the top of the food chain, and if nothing happened to catch their interest, they made their own fun. Good thing Eddie was unparalleled at keeping little sheeps entertained. This one features Eddie and "King Steve" during the events of season one. Easy to read and so so fun.
wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital. And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might. This one involves monster!Eddie, and looks at Eddie and Steve being taken by the government after the events of season 4
3. We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by OonionChiver ‘Please?’
Eddie stops him again, this time by holding his face. Steve feels Eddie’s thumb moving over his cheek, he feels the cool metal of his rings. He feels everything except what he needs.
‘I’ve never loved anything the way I love you, Steve Harrington,’ Eddie says, dark brown eyes moving between Steve’s own. ‘This isn’t the moment, sweetheart.’
It’s not a rejection, but it’s not a kiss. Steve quietly cries, insides cut up on the broken shards of his stupid little heart and Eddie holds him, he holds him all night until they fall asleep together.
OonionChiver is an amazing and unique author and I would highly recommend anything they've written (especially their other fic You're Divine ) but We Should Just Kiss is my personal favorite of theirs. Make sure to read the tags beforehand to make sure you're comfortable with all the themes in this one!
4. L is for linoleum (and nothing else) by localman
“You’re going to fucking hate me.”
“I could never-“
“No- see, see you say that, and you think you believe yourself, and hell I almost believe you too, but I know. I know that if I tell you then you’ll fucking turn tail and run, and tell the whole town about what a fucking freak Eddie Munson is, and you’ll be right.”
If, like me, you love trans head cannons I would strongly recommend this fic. It is wonderful and written by a trans author, so accurate representation is always a plus. (also there is a follow-up fic that features non-binary Steve Harrington called lady stardust and it is amazing also, I would also highly recommend it)
5. Skull Rock Era by chattrekisses
Steve Harrington never planned for Eddie Munson.
Steve was supposed to marry his high school sweetheart, have 2.5 children, and take over the family business. He was supposed to live a blissful life on a nondescript cul-de-sac, complete with a white picket fence and a closet full of tasteful polo shirts. He was supposed to make a graceful transition between being the golden boy and being the American Dream.
Mediocrity was what destiny had designed for Steve. Reality had other plans.
(Or, Steve and Eddie, against all odds, fall in love)
This fic is just classic, one of those ones that you read and have zero complaints about at the end. Its just good.
(Hope at least one person finds a new fic bc of this, feel free to add any favorites you have that you dont think are talked about enough)
#Steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie fics#steddie recs#t4t steddie has my heart#trans!eddiemunson#trans!steve harrington#oonionchiver#babygirl steve harrington#gay eddie munson#gay steve harrington#bisexual steve harrington#the fruity four#stranger things au#stranger things s4#stranger things
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When Will I See You Again - Chapter 12 now posted!!!!
Chapter 12: I mean c’mon! Midnight trysts in the prefects' bathroom?
“So-” Gareth started, as they made their way up the tower. “When did Sirius decide to get a perm?”
Gil snorted, “You’re a right arse, you know that?” He stopped on the step above Gareth, blocking his way. “His hair is naturally like that, he just suffocates it in sleekeazy’s. It’s a bit wild actually, like some sort of creature-”
“You’re not falling in love with him, are you?” Gareth asked, leaning against the wall.
“No! No, definitely not! He just- he needs a friend right now, one that knows about the way he’s feeling…and fine, I’ve not been completely where he is. In fact, his father makes mine look like bloody Mother Teresa! But, I know what it’s like to be the black sheep in the family.” Gil looked troubled, like he wanted to either burst out into every detail of what happened to the boy -or tears.
“And what exactly happened to him?” Gareth began to pick at the old stone wall.
“All I will say is that his family know about his preferences, he’s broken the engagement with Cissa, and he was up most of the night with tremors-” Gareth watched Gil blink back a few tears.
“Tremors?” Gareth pushed.
“Gareth, please don’t make me say any more -” Gil pleaded.
“Like the sort you would get if-” Gareth didn’t get a chance to finish his question, as Gilderoy turned his back on him and carried on up the stairs.
Gareth followed him up, lighting a fresh cigarette as he entered his room, he saw Sirius sitting up in the bed, batting away the sweet treats Gil was trying to force feed him.
“Something sweet will help you feel better, you know.” Said Gareth, making his way over to the pair. Sirius’s face paled, but he took a cauldron cake from the plate and began to pick at it. “You should go back to your dorm, Sir. All the lads are worried about you, said they haven’t heard from you in ages. Ray told me what happened in Defence the other day.” Gareth took a seat on the bed next Sirius, handing him a cigarette.
“I can’t. James hates me, and I don’t think Moo- Remus is my biggest fan right now.” Sirius said, taking a drag from the stick and closing his eyes as he blew out swirls of smoke.
“No one hates you, James certainly doesn’t. He’s only being his usual righteous self over what happened with my brother.” Gareth fiddled with the cigarette between his fingers, mulling over whether he should ask the question that has been playing on his own mind the past few weeks. “Why did you do it? Telling the Snape boy how to get past the willow, what happened?”
“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, dear.” Gil cut in.
“I’m not going to judge you Sirius, I just want to know what happened.” Gareth put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. Sirius looked between the two lads and took a deeper drag.
“He’s been stalking Remus - Snape that is- has been staking Remus. I caught him. He would hide in the corridors, follow him all over the castle. I was scared for my friend. Reg told me that Snape had suspicions over Remus’s condition, that he was trying to get proof. To out him.” Sirius’s hand trembled as he brought the cigarette to his lips. “I caught him, waiting for Remus in the changing rooms for the prefect’s bathroom. James gave us the password and I told him to go down the week before the moon, to see if it helped the aches he gets. I waited for him in the changing room, I felt uneasy about leaving Remus alone. Then, as I sat there I saw him. Snape. Sat disillusioned in the corner, watching Remus get dressed. Obviously he saw all the scars, but what really bothered me was that Remus had no idea of what was going on in the shadows. He violated him Gareth! And I wasn’t going to stand for it!”
Gareth glared at wall, clenching his fists until he could feel his nails dig into his palms, as Sirius continued on.
“One afternoon, just before the moon, Reg found me and told me that Snape was brewing polyjuice. For Remus. He would have proof then, undeniable proof. I couldn’t let him get away with it, Gareth. I wasn’t going to have him hurt my - hurt my friend.” Sirius finished the cigarette and vanished it in his palm.
“So you thought you’d use Ray to teach the boy a lesson?” Gareth asked, he tried to hard to keep his voice even, still staring ahead of him.
“No, of course not! I didn’t even think he would take it seriously, we were arguing you see. I confronted him, called him a slimy pervert, asked him why he was so obsessed with Remus. He then went on about catching me and Remus by the lake a little while ago, and how he saw us go the willow one night and not leave again til the next morning. He was trying to rile me up, threatened to tell Cissa about my affair with a werewolf.”
“Are you?” Gil finally piped up, “You and Ray, have the pair of you finally-”
#wolfstar#ao3 fanfic#ladyofwiltshire#wolfstar fic#remus lupin#remus x sirius#jily#gilderoy lockhart#james potter#regulus black#sirius black#marauders era
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Looking at your time travel au got me thinking, how do you think Arthur and Mathias’s relationship evolves from That to however you hc it in the present? I think at one point they could have been forced to please try to at least not kill each other (since the danish vikings were sort of settling down and establishing the Danelaw and all that). As in… Dan was there for a Bit, so I imagine eventually they started to be less hostile and tolerate each other, maybe. But what do YOU think?
Oooo, that's a good question!!
I think the biggest factor for my headcanon on this one is that viking-age Denmark actually started out as your good ol' farmer-and-trader! As it is, Vikings weren't just pillagers, they were for the most part traders and farming communities, and liked to stick to said communities -
I think during the conquest of Britain, Denmark really only arrived with the second wave of attacks. So the first time Mathias steps foot in England, is with his king, Sven Tveskæg, around year 1000, a few years before King Æthelred demands the murder of all Danes and many years after the conquest even formally began.
The genocide of the Danes I think is what spurs on Mathias' bitterness towards England, despite not having met him at all yet.
Because I like to think that it's only when Sven Tveskæg actually manages to conquor the entirety of England in 1013, that he meets Arthur. Because the guy is physically brought before him, in his own ratty glory-
And by this point, despite never having met, Arthur's obviously a bit miffed about all the genocide and the pillaging and all that Mathias' people have been doing, so they hate each other for the actions of their people, not by the actions of each other(?)
Either way, I love a slow-burn, enemies-to-friends pipeline, and since during this time they're still just boys, I think it was a case of: "Mathias, you take this boy and you tutor him." From King Sven and later King Knud, for them to become decent with one another.
Mathias was a chaotic boy back then, but he wasn't unkind.
I don't think he was ever unkind, he was just a product of the time and age. And I like to think he'd bring Arthur extra food if he was hungry or pretend he doesn't see him trying to escape or let him take a few extra moments to compose himself from overexertion during chores, fight-practice and other work.
I think that's the building stones for them getting along in the present day, because while there are LOTS of bad blood between them before AND after this small reapite of almost-companionship, it's still respote enough for both of them to acknowledge: Hey, that asshole is actually kind of alright.
Present day I don't think they're close, but I think they're friends in a distant kind of way. Like when they're together, conversation comes easy and they can enjoy each others' company, but I don't see them actively reaching out for it. It's more circumstantial!
(I wanna add here at the end that I know it's a bit 'too perfect' to remove Mathias from the plundering and pillaging aspect of the viking age, as if I'm trying to remove responsability from him;
But I just think it's a little bit far fetched that he'd be part of the early viking raids, when word got around so slowly. And I see him being busy living life in the woods with a tribe, washing once a week, farming and occasionally going down south to Holy Rome to trade. Probably sacrifice a sheep here and there to appease Thor and Odin.
Just like I think Arthur lived in the woods and didn't have a clue about every raid and political turmoil that happened, other than he could feel something was going on. They might be immortal eldritch beings, but there's no way they could've been there for every single major event out there.)
#I know this is long I hope that's fine!#But Farmer Mathias!!!!#Trader and Farmer!!!#Viking Second!!! it wasn't his first ever occupation#hetalia#hetalia england#hws england#hetalia headcanons#hws denmark#hetalia denmark#hws nordics#historical hetalia#hetalia ask#ask
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I imagined that after everyone deals with Idia's overblot is when Yuu gets found in Dottire!Shroud's lab, so I had headcanons for this.
Part 1
Next Part (Ingo!Vanrouge, Older!Crowley, and Bodyguard!Al-Asim)
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Sans!Zigvolt
You wanna see a teen go from 0 to 2000 in span of a few minutes? You wanna see him do it again, but this time at Crowley?!
Man's pissed the hell off at Crowley's level of incompetence. This is the first time in a long time that anyone seen him this angry. The anger even scared some of the dorm leaders due to how normally chill Sans!Zigvolt. It took Kaeya!Kingscholar, Katakuri!Leech and Ningguang!Grotto to talk/calm him down.
After he calms down, he goes to check on Yuu and almost never leaves their bedside in the school infirmary. He often skips classes to hang out with Yuu and occasionally Malleus since Malleus often visits Yuu as much as possible after what happen.
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Ningguang!Ashengrotto
One of the main ones to pay for Yuu's medical bills after what happened to them. They occasionally visit Yuu to see if they're recovering well and don't care for NRC's rivalry with RSA since any friend of Katakuri!Leech and Sans!Zigvolt is a friendly acquaintance to them.
Got Yuu a whole sercuity force to protect them and therapist to deal with the trauma. They also made an offer for Yuu to seek out RSA assistance if this wasn't enough to help.
Somehow, they and Older!Crowley managed to get Yuu more things to identify themselves like ID and a home with Older!Crowley to go back to and things related to stuff they like.
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Kaeya!Kingscholar
From Teasing Boy to Protective Lion in instant. Probably stays closer to Yuu after the whole kidnapping even if Yuu said that they're okay. No one hurts his friends and gets away with it!
Probably bares his teeth a lot more to the Shroud Brothers than he realized. He doesn't hate them, but he just doesn't trust them especially around Yuu.
Another one to ditch classes to hang out with Yuu and keep a close eye on them. He already lost loved one, he wasn't ready to lose a beloved friend amongst the Black Sheep.
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Katakuri!Leech
Goes from stoic to scarily furious in instant, but it's more of cold fury than anything. He is now Yuu's personal bodyguard at this point and that means no one is allowed to bully them at all.
A lot more vocal about Yuu trying to help people after the kidnapping. Crowley isn't getting away with anything anymore especially around Katakuri!Leech who Crowley is probably scared of.
Doesn't skip his classes like Sans!Zigvolt and Kaeya!Kingscholar, but does visit Yuu to tell them about his day in class and what they did during the usual Black Sheep Club meetings. He often bring donuts with him to share with Yuu while he's visiting.
ooh love some comfort <33
love the idea of sans!zigvolt going apeshit but calming down to take care of yuu :)
and ningguang!ashengrotto would probably fight to get yuu treatment, either in RSA where they can guarantee the success, or at a hospital of their choice.
kaeya!kingscholar would become a bodyguard no doubt :DD
and katakuri!leech is extra muscle!! ugh yuu isn't gonna get into any trouble with these guys around.
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J K Rowling will come for you. Like you don't even need to be trans, or from another country or disabled. You can just be an ordinary white English person and she'll hate you because you're from The North, or your town's a bit poor.
This is what she thinks my accent sounds like:
Yes, oh boy! In Career of Evil, Cormoran Strike goes to Barrow-in-Furness, a town in Rowling's own country just a couple of hours direct train from Manchester airport and has the residents all talk like strange Fantasy peasants. This isn't even a good rendition of a South Cumbrian accent. "Teeking?" (yeah, try "Tekkin'" Joanne), "Noo"? (WTF are you just making shit up as you go along? I don't think this is even Scottish never mind Northern English) "Tha" (Holy shit, Joanne this is like... something a farmer from right in the middle of the Lakes from a hundred years ago would say, not a lady in probably her seventies from Barrow). She doesn't even get actual characteristics of South Cumbrian speech right, like how "book" and "look" might sometimes be pronounced with an "ooh" (this is very specifically Barrow and not widespread in Cumbria) or "in the" or "to the" might become "in't'" or "'t't'", or ending sentences with "Eh" or "Iike" a lot, or the standard greeting being "Arreet, mate?" or a common saying being "Ah, be reet!" (It'll be fine!).
Side note: The Crow's Nest is not some dive bar. It's a pretty nice, friendly local pub. Seen above. Then again, this does line up with the whole section of the book and how Rowling describes South Cumbria.
Hilarious things Cormoran Strike, brilliant detective, doesn't notice that he definitely would have driven past here include that Ulverston has a big white lighthouse overlooking the town, but clearly not close enough to the sea to function (It is the birthplace of Stan Laurel, but that's a thing you'd notice if you searched it on google, not a thing you'd notice driving through, which is definitely either the Lighthouse, or in early summer that the town is full of big colourful silk banners - By the way, Ulverston is a lovely place to visit if you're in the Lakes but it's too rainy for a walk. It has lovely independent shops and cafes).
Then there's also a zoo next to the main road from Ulverston to Barrow with...er...pink rhinos. You see, the local soil around Dalton there is very rich in iron ore and is a distinctive pink colour, and so the giraffes and rhinos usually seen in the fields visible from the road tend to look pink. That road also features a rather lovely view of the sea and some beautiful old woodland and passes an excellent seaside nature reserve. You don't leave the Lakes and suddenly it stops being sheep and drystone walls and you're in an industrial hellhole!
The general depiction of Barrow in this book really emphasises the ugliness and industry of the town. How it has a lot of pubs (it does, but they're mostly pretty nice pubs) and how the shops often have gloomy jokes for names (there was a hairdresser called "Curl Up & Dye" for a while), but it never mentions that Barrow is actually a rather beautiful town with a sense of faded grandeur. The town centre is built on a huge scale by people who thought it was going to be the next Liverpool back in the Victorian period, so it has some very large and beautiful buildings and bronze statues. By the way, "Vickerstown" looks like this:
Oh noooo...what a horrible place to live! How do we even cope living in such an unlovely industrial town!?
Oh no, save us, Joanne, save us from this horrible town dominated by the enormous ship building sheds (you can *just about see them* right over there in the distance. This is the town centre, and while the ship building sheds do have some of the largest interior spaces in Europe, Barrow is a well spread out town).
tl;dr: Rowling is just a mean-spirited person, barely capable of seeking common humanity or really seeing the best in anyone different from herself. She's transphobic, she's racist and ignorant, she's classist, she's judgemental about appearances, and she treats even a nice town in the north of her own country like it's some horrible gloomy place just because we talk a little funny and aren't so well off.
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I used to draw for other small/rare ships (apparently I'm drawn to those kind of ships lol), only one of them got huge enough after they were given some time alone in the manga which got the ship more talented and known creators and amazing fan art.
Unfortunately it also got more hate on since it was a ship that "got in the way" of other huge popular ships and going through the tag got annoying bc the haters tagged every post shitting on the previously rare pairing, plus if you reblogged or made content for it they would harass you. I just blocked everyone sending me hate lmao.
Lots of people now hate Leon/Ashley but I think this increased hatred also shows how the haters can see that it is a thing now unlike before. They see it as a real threat. You can see the insecurity in some of those antis, it's too obvious and also just sad imo. I don't get why antis take shipping too seriously like they're not even having fun anymore and that's supposed to be the point, no?
Truth is I've seen so many Leon/Ashley fans online and even irl, Reddit for example loves it and Remake Ashley is a fan favorite now. A lot of them are more casual fans that maybe don't engage that deeply with fanon (which tbh is the smart thing to do).
Finally I have to say your blog and the amazing fic writers have inspired me to go back to drawing fan art and just creating content for Ashley/Leon or EagleOne. :)
Since this is my new otp and the only thing I love shipping rn I'm also just creating a new blog for that purpose. I'm not an amazing artist I'm just an amateur but I'll try to do something soon when I'm less busy. I'll absolutely tag it as EagleOne. Hopefully I can motivate others to do the same.
anon what the fuCK i got all emotional reading this wyd 😭
i know that the antis are coming from a place of insecurity, which is why their arguments are so disingenuous (i finally found the "the devs went out of their way to make sure that leon and ashley weren't seen as romantic" tweet and hoo boy the desperation is stinky) -- and that's also why i don't engage with them. as easy and perhaps fun as it would be to just QRT it and be like "oh it makes sense now, you're all using text to speech because you don't actually know how to read" there's no point in doing that.
i said it a while ago, but i want to say it again for good measure -- i don't want us to become them. my humble goal for eagleone fandom is to be a haven for ppl. we've been the black sheep of this fandom for so long, and aeons are still accusing us of being predators or someshit (idk i'm only semi-fluent in delusional) that i feel like we all have an obligation to stay humble now that capcom's given us a fairy tale version of RE4 where our ship is the front-and-center romance and people are finally actually being drawn to the ship. no one knows how bad this fandom can get better than eagleone folk, so it's on us to not do unto others what has been done unto us.
idk maybe that's just my whole jewish "because you were slaves in egypt..." mindset coming out but
i want us to be a place where people can just come and hang out and make friends over our shared love for resident evil. i know that i have serennedy and cleon and chreon and metaltango people all following me, and i love all of them dearly and i'm happy that we've all found each other. i feel like that's what fandom should be.
that's why i don't fight with aeons out in the open. i don't want to become them. i'll swing back if they ever come here (though i hope valuable lessons were learned the last time someone tried to come in here swinging and i took them out in exactly two responses LMAO), but i don't want to go out picking fights and i don't want any of y'all to do it either.
so it makes me feel really warm and fuzzy and happy to hear that i've inspired you in some way. i know that our little corner of the fandom over here on tumblr is small, and i know that i don't exactly have the kind of welcoming personality that will give me any sort of real platform in this fandom (at least, not like the one i had back in the day when i was a fake ass bitch LMAO), but to know that i've made at least a little difference is everything for me.
#if this ship is to be my legacy#then i would have this ship be the best version of us as RE fans that it can be
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Hello! I was wondering if I could maybe perhaps have a match-up? 👉👈 Appearance: Female, (She/Her/They,) very long curly hair! very soft, very bouncy, very thick, like a sheep!, skinny as a stick and physically weak, have a baby face and I hate it so much..don't know if any of this matters or helps but!
Personality: (idk if you like zodiac or if it helps you at all either, but i’m a Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Virgo Rising!)
I’m generally a very quiet and reserved person, especially during first impressions! I’m kind of a shy and anxious lurking shadow who assumes the worst until I get a good enough feel of a person, you know? Then I'm comfortable popping in!
I tend to gravitate towards being "Designated Mom Friend" or "Big Sister Friend?" I love being able to make others feel better about themselves or to help them out. Maybe it’s because of some rough stuff in my past, but I never want anyone to feel similar to the ways I have. If you hurt someone I care about, I am never going like you. But if you hurt me? Eh..it’s not really new? I’m kind of..soft? I cry very easily, be it happy or sad, and it frustrates me! I’m not a soft and squishy person !..okay yes I am but I’m also trying super hard to be the shoulder people can lean on if they need me! Growing a backbone is a work in progress, and sometimes I worry I come off too harsh or mean when I actually use it. A friend once described me like glass; it’s fragile, but a broken piece can still really mess you up, you know? Glass-ness aside, my sense of humor is honestly very dry and sarcastic and you probably wouldn’t expect it out of me! I can get kind of angry over petty things and sort of clingy, but I’ll be fine after some time to let it all pass.
I like playing crocheting and sewing, drawing and writing, and reading tarot cards! I like doing things alone, really, but I love the company of others when they want me to join in. Because it does indeed get lonely being alone sometimes!
I have some really gross depression bouts and lots of anxiety disorders that I do my best to juggle, but, sometimes I just have to shut down for a bit and sleep.
Values: Someone who can make me smile when I’m really having a hard time! I guess that sounds a little silly, but even something small to distract me from my thoughts is huge. Loyalty also? Admittedly I get kind of jealous and clingy when people I like hang around others too much..especially if I don’t like those others. I also really like um..acts of service I guess it is? Little things matter to me most!
NOPES: People who takes themselves too seriously. Disinterest/poking fun at in my hobbies or insecurities. Being completely babied/not letting me try to grow. Making assumptions based on appearance or first impressions alone.
OH- I'm Demi with a male preference? Is this enough to work with? Hopefully so, thanks again!
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Of course you can, anon .ᐟ Don't worry, this is more than enough. I love the details, it really helps me be able to envision a matchup .ᐟ
Anon, I'm matching you with . . .
Sir Pentious .ᐟ
From what I understand about you, it seems like you really need somebody loyal and willing to make you happy, to cheer you up through the times where you're not feeling your greatest, and who's more loyal than Sir Pentious .ᐣ He's the first sinner soul to ever make it to Heaven, and for good reason .ᐟ He is devoted to his cause and the people around him, and your mom friend like behavior would endear you to him.
Not to mention he already seems to be fond of the sarcastic type .ᐟ I think he would absolutely adore your sense of humor. Snakes are typically solitary creatures, so your more reserved nature would really strike a chord with him. You mentioned your long hair .ᐣ He would love to comb it out for you. He has to be really gentle with his scales so I think he could sort of relate in that scenario. Sew or crochet him his Egg Bois some sweaters and he will be absolutely over the moon. Maybe you could help him fix Alastor's coat to make amends .ᐣ Either way, I think he would be a great match for you .ᐟ
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