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Somewhere Along the Way - Part 5: She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, a little angst, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, praise kink

A/N: I worked on this particular part for two weeks. I also wasn’t going to use this pic, but uh it kinda fits a scene soooo….. strap in cuz it’s a fucking long one but well worth it. It’s the final part, so I hope you enjoy it :).

Word Count: 6.1k

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Will Ramos Masterlist

Somewhere Masterlist

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While Will showered, I took it upon myself to start unpacking for him. There was a lot, so I knew he’d greatly appreciate it. I didn’t touch any of his gear or equipment since I had no clue where any of it went. I expected the smell of his tour and stage clothes to be worse, but I still scrunched my nose when I opened the suitcase. I sorted through everything, compiling the dirty clothes in a neat, organized pile to be washed whenever Will got the chance.

I opened a smaller bag, finding toiletries and an assortment of hair care products. Either he forgot to grab it, or he had more in the bathroom. I decided to leave the contents inside, setting it on his dresser and rummaged through my own stuff for some pajamas. I settled for an oversized t-shirt.

“(Y/N)?”

Will’s voice accompanied his knock on the door.

“You can come in!” I hollered.

“I forgot my hair goop.”

“Goop?” I snickered, grabbing the bag of his hair care products.

I turned to hand him his bag and my breath caught in my throat. Will’s hair was sopping wet. Water droplets dripped onto his shoulders, trickling down his bare chest. A towel hung loosely—and lowly— around his hips, his v-line exposed. He might’ve as well not been wearing one.

I didn’t realize how blatantly I was staring until Will grabbed the bag from me, an amused smirk on his face.

“You’re staring, flower.” He teased.

“Sorry. I—“

Will chuckled fondly and pecked my lips.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He reassured me. “You can stare as much as you want.”

Will gave me another chaste kiss followed by a wink before leaving.

I buried my face in my hands. My face burned fiercely. I knew I was as red as the roses Will gave me.

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I found any excuse I could to busy myself so I didn’t think of Will. I reorganized his pile of clothes about three more times. I peeked in his other bags to see if there was anything else I could sort through and put away. I even sorted through my own bag to make sure I had everything packed to leave tomorrow. Nothing I did scrubbed the image from my mind.

I breathed shakily as I fidgeted with the two bouquets of flowers on his dresser, ignoring the ache and dampness growing between my legs. The scent of the tulips and roses was pleasantly overwhelming, helping to calm my nerves. I needed Will to hurry so I could go make a beeline for the couch and get to sleep.

“There’s nothing better than a shower after a tour.”

Will’s voice tore through the silence in the room, startling me. I glanced at him then quickly busied myself with the flowers again when I saw he was still sporting just the towel.

He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. His body was enticingly warm. My eyes fluttered shut as I subtly inhaled the scent of his body wash. It was a stark contrast to the soft floral aroma in front of me.

“Do you like your flowers?” Will whispered in my ear. His fingers grazed my skin as he brushed my hair away from my neck.

“Yeah.” My reply was breathy.

He hummed, lips ghosting across my nape.

“I like mine too.”

My fingers gripped the edge of the dresser when he pressed a hot, breathy kiss on my neck. His hands slid over my chest, just barely above my breasts. He trailed his hands down my arms, his touch gentle and soft. Will closed the already minuscule space between us, his chest flush to my back, fingers lacing with mine. Heat from his body against mine enveloped me, turning my blood hot.

“You’re sleeping with me, right?”

The low rasp in Will’s voice and innuendo went straight to my core. Regardless of whether or not he meant it the way I interpreted, my heart and mind started racing. It was impossible to decipher any of the thoughts in my brain. They were loud but incoherent, tangled in variously complicated webs. The voice in my heart, however, was the loudest it's ever been. It knew what it wanted and what it forever and always wanted was presenting itself, finally. But the noise trapped in my skull won in the end, and hesitation spoke.

“I’m fine with the cou—“

My sentence was cut short by Will biting my neck, eliciting an unexpected, quiet moan from my throat. He rutted his hips against my rear. I could feel the outline of his semi hard erection confined under his towel.

“Will,” I don’t know what I wanted to say.

“Yes, flower?” He husked.

“I…” I still had no clue what I wanted to say. My mind went blank.

Will spun me around so I was facing him. Without much thought, I rested my hands on his hips, pulling them flush against mine. I noticed him clench his jaw as he brought his hands to my face.

“We shouldn’t.” I whispered, sneaking my index fingers in the towel.

“We don’t have to.” Will stared deeply in my eyes.

His eyes always put me in a trance. They were so inviting and sweet and kind. The cacophony of shouting silenced for a moment while we gazed at each other. There was a thread holding me together, and I felt it fray the longer we stayed like this.

“But I want to.”

I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss. He groaned into my mouth, not wasting any time in tangling our tongues together. He held a vice-like grip on my waist. The voice in my head was now much clearer and yelling at me to stop, but I willfully chose to ignore it.

It got louder as I pressed against Will, pushing him back towards his bed, toppling onto the mattress. I pinned him down with my legs, straddling him, grinding down on his erection. His nails dug into my skin. He forced my hips down, rocking them forward and back while he arched, shamelessly and desperately rutting against me. My pussy throbbed and clenched. I was grateful for the towel between us because I didn’t want him to know just how wet seeing him in just a towel made me.

I moved my mouth to his jaw, nipping softly and leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses all over his neck. His tattoos would likely mask any marks I made, so I wasn’t shy or soft with my bites. I scraped my teeth down to his collarbone, nipping every inch of his chest.

His hold on my hips was starting to hurt. I managed to free myself from his death grip, and lifted myself slightly, just enough to slip my hand between us, and started palming him. Will’s heavy breaths filled the room. I reached for the slit in the towel, slipping my hand inside when I found it.

An airy gasp escaped Will as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. He thrust lightly while I leisurely stroked a few times, long enough to tease and be rewarded with a quiet whimper when I stopped. I brushed my lips below his collarbone, ghosting soft kisses down his chest, down to his belly.

This was the only place I could completely ravage with lovebites and bruises, and I intended to do just that. I covered every blank spot of his skin, biting and sucking after every kiss. His taut ab muscles flexed under my lips.

I ventured further south, getting closer and closer to his dick. I peered up at him as I took him in my hand again.

“This towel might be a problem.” I said coyly.

Will lifted his hips so I could fully free him from the thick fabric. His gaze held firm on me as I slowly brought his dick to my lips. Precum was leaking from the tip. I tentatively licked it clean then closed my mouth, swirling my tongue all around.

“Shit.” He panted.

The sound transformed into a low groan as I lowered, taking him fully in my eager waiting mouth. I bobbed slowly, enjoying the quiet little gasps tumbling from Will’s lips. He thrust his hips, urging me to go faster. I picked up my pace and hallowed my cheeks. My tongue curved and pressed against the underside of his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Will groaned. “That feels so good. Just like that.”

I purred at the praise. His fingers threaded in my hair; the tender caress of his hand at the back of my head had my skin buzzing. I dropped my jaw and once again filled my mouth entirely with his length. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Saliva pooled at the corners of my lips. The sound of my gagging prompted Will to hold my head in place.

“You sound so pretty choking, flower.”

He kept me there, relishing the sound of my struggling. Tears pricked my eyes. I tapped Will’s hip and took a gasp of air. Drool and spit covered my mouth and chin.

“Look at you. Such a messy girl.” His heated gaze made my stomach flip.

I gripped his spit slicked dick and began stroking him, twisting my hand as I pumped. A strained sigh emanated deep in his chest.

“You’re doing so good, flower. Could you do that while you blow me?” Will asked.

Who was I to say no to that?

I happily obliged. Will’s chuckle at my eagerness swiftly switched to a pleasure filled moan as I closed my mouth around him again, closely following the movement of my hand. His hand gripped my hair and set a quick pace. Every time his cock hit the back of my throat, I groaned, hoping he would shower me in more praise— or at least be rewarded with more of his noises.

“Just like that.” Will gasped. “Fuck, I’m getting close.

Wet slurping and a barrage of low guttural moans filled the room. Will stopped bobbing my head and instead thrusted staggeredly. I kept up the pace he set.

“Can I cum in your mouth? Fuck!“ He whined. “Please let me cum in your fuckkng mouth.”

When I looked up at him, he was already staring at me. The muscles in his neck were taut, his jaw hung slightly open, desperation clung to his expression. He was doing his best to hold until I answered. I hummed and did my best to give an approving nod.

He came with a choked grunt, the bitter saltiness of his semen coating my mouth and tongue. My eyes fluttered shut. Typically, I hated the taste, but there wasn’t anything I hated about the way Will tasted. I loved it, if I was honest. I kept my mouth around him, slowly and softly sucking as he continued to spill his load into my mouth.

I peered at him. His eyes were closed tight, face scrunched in pleasure; his other hand was tangled in his hair, tugging it firmly. It made my heart swell seeing him be so lost in pleasure and satisfied, how good I made him feel.

“Fuck,” Will whined through gritted teeth. His hand at the back of my head flexed, like he wanted to pull my hair. “Flower, please. Enough.”

I stayed a few moments longer, teasingly running and pressing my tongue along the underside of his shaft before pulling away from him. He sighed breathlessly. His chest heaved, eyes still closed, breaths deep as he tried to collect himself. I laid my head on his hip and just looked at him, admiring him. A relaxed calm settled over his face, stress and worry free.

Will gently massaged the top of my head. His eyes finally fluttered open, his breath catching when he saw me. He gave me the kindest, softest, most heartwarming and sincere smile I think I’ve ever seen. It told me everything I needed to know.

He beckoned me to him with a curl of his finger. I laced my fingers with his, allowing him to pull me closer. I dipped my head to kiss him then nestled into his side. Will draped his arm over me, his embrace warm and comforting. I felt my heartbeat synchronize with his. The delicate touch of his fingers grazing my skin had me melting further into him.

There were countless times throughout the years that I could pinpoint specific moments where I knew I was in love—even before the realization hit me like a truck. This was another one of those moments, in the afterglow of intimacy.

The signs were always there, but neither of us could see them. I knew it as a teen, though I chalked it up as nothing more than a silly little crush. Another telling instance was the shift in our friendship after his first Europe tour. Will wouldn’t let me leave his sight and always found an excuse to be near me. He kept me so close after coming back. I hope he keeps me even closer this time.

And then this most recent tour. This moment right now. The night before he left. The kiss at the airport. The three little words that were spoken that had me in a tizzy for a month. I thought of nothing else the entire time he was gone. It plagued my every waking thought. I lost sleep over it.

Everything came bubbling to the surface. We hadn’t talked yet, and here we were again, doing more of what we did a month ago. Maybe now wasn’t the time to ask, but it couldn’t be ignored any longer. I knew how I felt. And if I didn’t ask now, I never would.

“What did you mean when you said you love me?”

The question sucked all the air from my lungs. I was terrified of his answer, but I needed to know. Will stopped tracing his fingers on my arm. He hooked his index finger under my chin and titled my head so we were eye to eye. His brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“At the airport. Before you left.” I swallowed the knot in my throat. “You said you love me.”

“Yeah, I know that. I meant what do you mean, ‘what did I mean?’”

Now I found myself confused. I propped myself up enough so I was looking fully at his face, but still in his embrace. His arm slipped to my waist.

“Will,” my gaze held firm on his, “You don’t get intimate with someone the night before and then tell them you love them the next morning at the airport moments before leaving for a month. Especially when they’re your best friend.”

I heard my voice crack as tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t bother trying to hide it. Everything I bottled up was now pouring out of me.

“Do you have any idea how much that fucked with me? And now this? Are you aware of how much you’re screwing with my head and heart?”

“Flower—“

“And the fucking nickname.”

Unable to bear being next to him any longer, I pushed out of his hold, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. A chill crept up the side of my body that was pressed to him. I cradled my head in my hands, a violent sob ripping through my body. Every labored breath I took seared my lungs, burning from the inside out. There was so much pressure in my head, it felt like it could explode. My heart started to crumble. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Will would harm me. Maybe he wouldn’t be as careful with this stupid thing in my chest as I used to think.

My shoulders tensed as Will cautiously sat next to me, running his hand across my back. The screaming in my head told me to shove him away and leave, but I didn’t have the strength. My limbs and muscles were limp, weak. If I tried to move, I feared my body would crumple to the floor.

“Flower.”

Will tentatively pulled me to him, nestling my fragile figure under his arm; my face was still buried in my hands. He placed his hands over mine and I pressed my hands harder against my face.

“(Y/N), look at me. Please.”

I reluctantly let him uncover my tear soaked face, but I refused to look at him. He tightly clasped one set of fingers around my hands while the others rested under my chin. I kept my eyes closed as he turned my head towards him.

“Can you please let me see you?” Will whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips. The closeness made me dizzy. I dug my nails deeper into my palms.

��I’ll beg if I have to.” He pressed his lips to mine.

A beat of silence passed. The space next to me shifted and Will’s body left mine. I heard shuffling in front of me. The soft warmth of his hands slowly caressing my calves and his arms wrapping around them startled me enough to peek; my breathing faltered at the sight before me. Will was on his knees, chin propped on my knee, gazing intensely at me. His brown eyes were pleading, tender.

A surge of emotions festered in my blood. I snapped my lids closed again, unable to hold his gaze.

“I don’t have anywhere to go for a while.” Will spoke. “Would it calm you any if I told you I love you now?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “Will—“

“Because I do.” He kissed each of my knees. His hands slid up to the sides of my thighs, squeezing them gently. “I love you.”

My skin buzzed under his touch and declaration. The pounding of my heart thudded loudly in my ears. I could feel my blood pumping in my veins. I gripped the edge of the mattress so hard my fingers ached. Will brushed his lips higher up my thigh.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology prompted me to open my eyes once more. A sincere and unconditional gaze greeted me, piercing straight into the depths of my heart. The thread holding me from finally falling head over heels was fraying rapidly. It was never that strong, and truth be told, I’m surprised it didn’t break a month ago.

“Sorry for what?” I swallowed thickly.

“Everything.” His breath was so warm. The muscles in my thighs twitched. “Especially for playing with your heart. I never meant to.”

A painful lump formed in my throat. “You’re still doing it.”

“What can I do to show you I’m sorry?” His hands rubbed the tops of my thighs, setting my senses ablaze.

“I don’t know.” My voice sounded weak. Tears threatened to fall again.

I kept my eyes locked on Will’s as he stood. He stepped between my legs; his hands cradled my jaw, thumbs brushing away the wetness that stained my face.”

“Let me return the favor.” He whispered, smiling sweetly. “I’ll spend the rest of the night making it up to you if you let me.”

My cheeks reddened at the thought. Will quickly picked up on my hesitation.

“I meant what I said. You’re stuck with me. No matter what. You mean far too much to me. I’m not letting go unless you tell me to.”

The protesting voices I expected to be screaming in my head never happened. They fought and yelled at me all night, but now there was dead silence. The only sound in my head being that of my heart and Will’s words.

“I swear to fucking god Will, if you fuck me over, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Never. Not in a million years.” He said with a shake of his head.

I took a deep, shaky breath and focused my gaze intensely on Will.

“Then tell me. Show me.”

“Lay back.”

Slowly, I slipped from his grasp, shimmying so my body was further on his bed. Will followed suit, straddling my hips.

I let my eyes wander his body. I’ve seen him shirtless thousands of times, but never this way. So little of him wasn’t covered in permanent images. His tattoos were committed to my memory. He happily told me the meaning and significance behind each one any time I asked. I’ve traced my fingers over the ink on his arms and neck in once hopeless attempts to grab his attention— and tonight, for the first time, my lips and tongue.

Small bite marks and bruises were spread across his belly. I sunk my teeth so deep into his skin on my way down. I’m glad there’s evidence somewhere on him.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” His voice lured out of my thoughts.

I nodded. “Okay.”

Will fiddled with the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

I nodded again. He locked his eyes on mine. His hands slipped under my shirt, caressing my hips and his thumbs pressing softly into the skin above the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a short breath. He delicately gripped my waist then splayed his hands over my stomach, tenderly and affectionately kneading higher. The cool air of the room hit my skin, making me shudder.

“Cold?” Will chuckled lightly.

My reply stuck in my throat as his fingertips grazed the bottom of my breasts. He tenderly massaged them, circling my nipples with his thumbs. Goosebumps pricked my skin.

“Don’t worry, my pretty little flower,” He said, helping me remove my shirt. “I’ll keep you warm.”

The soft thud of the clothing hitting the floor was the only sound other than our heightened breathing. The last remaining piece of clothing between us were my panties—and at some point soon, they would be peeled away just as easily.

Will planted his hands back at my waist, his eyes roaming my mostly naked body, soaking in the sight of my chest and its heavy rise and fall. He looked lost in his thoughts. His touch was gentle up my stomach, pressing his palms into the soft tissue, fingers crawling to my breasts once more. A different type of shiver spread across my skin.

“There are so many things I love about you, (Y/N).”

My heart fluttered at his words.

“Like what?” I croaked. My mouth felt dry.

“For starters,” Will bent down and pressed his forehead to mine, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He softly captured my lips with his, a kiss so lovingly and sweet, I swore I levitated. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. My teeth nipped his lip. His tongue licked my bottom lip, enticing me to part my lips and tangle my tongue with his.

One of his hands wandered my body, delicately caressing every dip and curve, while the other held a firm grip on my hip. He kissed a path to my ear.

“Your smile lights up the room.” His voice was soft, airy. “You’re kind. Caring. Thoughtful.”

He trailed his lips to my neck, sucking kisses all over.

“You take such good care of my cats.”

That one made me giggle. Will’s lips curved into a smile.

“I love your laugh.” He said, pressing kiss to my pulse.

Will nuzzled the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my jaw. He kissed down to my collarbone, all tongue and hot breath. His teeth softly nipped the expanse of my chest. A quiet moan escaped me. I didn’t want to rush him because fuck if I wasn’t enjoying him almost worshipping me, but I was aching. I needed so much more than gentle touches and praise between kisses.

“Will,” I said, my voice strained.

“Yes flower?” He replied, taking my left breast in his mouth and squeezing the other with hand. His tongue swirled around my nipple. “What is it?”

“I need you.”

“Yeah?” The low rumble of his voice sent more heat to my core.

The hand on my hip slipped under the waistband of my panties, inching painstakingly slow to my slick folds. I wiggled my hips, trying to urge him to move faster.

“Aren’t you a needy one?” He tsked.

I nearly cried out when I felt one of his fingers reach the top of my slit. I bit my lip to keep me silent, but ultimately failed as his middle finger glided past my clit and spread my lips open.

“Oh fuck. My flower is soaked.” He palmed my pussy. “Is this all because of me?”

Will took his time exploring my pussy. He stroked my outer lips softly, slipping between them to feel and coat his fingers in my arousal. I clutched at his sheets. He’d barely even started touching me and I was already going mindless and turning into putty, waiting to be played and toyed with.

“Will, please. I need you to do something, anything.” I shamelessly begged.

He hummed, removing his hand from my panties much to my dismay. Will’s soft lips wandered the rest of my body. His kisses were sopping wet down my stomach, deliberately pressing his tongue against my skin. He crawled off of me and settled once again between my legs. The firm yet delicate caress along my thighs had me whimpering.

Will hooked his thumbs in my panties and peeled them away. I knew they were absolutely drenched. I could feel how wet I was before Will teasingly touched me. I was prepared for the remarks, however, I wasn’t prepared for him to sniff my panties. Something told me that if he were wearing pants, he would have shoved them in a pocket.

He tossed the garment over his shoulder then spread my legs completely open. I watched as he hooked his arms under my thighs, pulling my lower half closer. My ass sat dangerously close on the edge of the bed. His gaze was fixed on my glistening pussy.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He licked his lips, and delved his tongue between my folds, licking from my entrance to my clit.

A deep moan erupted from me. My hands shot to his head and tangled in his soft hair. I’d seen his vocal covers and one takes. I’d been with him when he practiced. I saw first hand the capabilities of his tongue. He knew the perfect way to move it.

Will closed his mouth around my clit, audibly sucking the sensitive bud between his lips. I scratched his scalp and gasped breathlessly. He groaned. His tongue left no part of me untouched, practically licking my pussy clean and replacing my slick with his saliva.

“You taste so good.” He husked. “I’ve been dying to feel you again though.”

He easily slipped a finger deep inside, already curling and reaching for my sweet spot.

“You feel even better than I remember.” He slipped another finger inside and pumped slowly. “I wonder how you would feel clenching around my dick like this.”

That thought alone almost made me cum. I was already so close.

“Hm, fuck. You’d like that wouldn’t you, flower?” Will attached himself to my clit again, relentlessly flicking and swirling his tongue.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

“Eyes on me, love.”

Love.

Love tormented me the very moment I met Will. It tormented me for years. It mocked me endlessly and relentlessly for thirty days. I almost started to hate it, and more specifically, Will. But right here, right now, I couldn’t fathom how I would ever hate him. He made all my worries and fears disintegrate into nothing. Between his confessions and touches, it was blindingly clear that my feelings were reciprocated.

I glanced down at Will. His eyes were blown wide. Love poured from his gaze.

What do you see looking back at me?

Love. Pure, unconditional love. That’s what I saw— and that’s what I felt as my orgasm came crashing through me, the thread holding me together finally snapping in two.

I wanted to keep my eyes open, keep them focused on him, but I couldn’t. They rolled back in my head as my back arched off the bed, pushing my pussy further into his face. Will held my legs open despite me trying to clamp them around his head. All I could do was grip Will’s hair tightly and moan as he lapped at my juices, greedily and hungrily like a man starved.

The relentless movements of his tongue and mouth combined with his fingers quickly brought me to another intense climax, pulling me towards my ecstasy again and overwhelming my body. I cried out his name and pulled his hair, desperately trying to unlatch him.

“Will, no more.” I begged.

He slowed down, but didn’t stop completely. I felt him smirk when I whimpered.

“I could listen to that forever, flower.” Will said, detaching and removing his fingers.

I released my grip on his hair and sighed heavily. My bones felt like gelatin. I blinked my eyes open then glanced at Will. He was sitting back on his legs, looking at me with an adoring, satisfied smile. His mouth and chin were drenched in my arousal, glistening like the morning dew. Will hoisted himself up and crawled over top of me, gazing lovingly in my eyes. He rested his forehead on mine, the scent of me heavy on his breath.

Softly, he pecked my lips, then whispered against them, “I hope you love me too, because I don’t know if I can’t pretend this never happened.”

“Me either.” I replied, threading my fingers in his hair.

Will kissed my cheek, then carefully laid on top of me, nestling his head in the crook of my neck. His skin was so warm. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close. I softly raked my nails up and down his back. He sighed, his body relaxing and sinking into me. He shifted his weight slightly, and I felt his semi hard dick brush against me.

“Will?”

“Hm?”

“Do… you have condoms?”

My voice was so quiet, I wondered if he heard me— he did. He snapped his head up and stared at me.

“(Y/N), we don’t—“

I cut him off. “I know, Will. But I want to—if you want to.”

Will searched my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He cupped my cheek, then kissed me tenderly.

“Let me check.”

I immediately missed the warmth of his body. I propped myself up on my elbows. Will walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He rummaged through it.

“Bad news, no condoms.”

I bit my lip. “I mean, you could pull out.”

Will chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. “No way. I barely held it together earlier. I’d one hundred percent bust in you. I’m not ready for human kids.”

“Me neither. Though, I think you’d be a fun dad.” I laid back on the bed. “Hm, papi might be more appropriate, actually.”

His eyes darkened. “Watch it.”

Noted. Checked. Save that for when condoms are available.

With curious eyes, I watched Will pluck a sunflower and rose from the bouquet he gifted me. A playful gleam twinkled in his eye.

“She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves not.”

He made a dramatic show of plucking the sunflower petals. I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from my chest.

“Well, this flower says she loves me,” Will said, setting the plucked sunflower aside. He grabbed the rose and pointed it at me, his eyes fixed on mine. “But what does this flower say?”

I smiled wholeheartedly. “She does.”

Will placed the stem of the rose between his teeth and sauntered the bed. He hovered over my body, caging me beneath him. A deep desire burned intensely and brightly in his eyes. It radiated off of him and spread over my skin, seeping into my blood and setting my heart ablaze.

He took the rose out his mouth and brushed the petals against my nose. “‘She does’ what?”

I grabbed the rose from him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I love you.”

His face lit up and broke into a wide grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Will lowered his head and I let go of the rose, threading my fingers in his hair. His lips captured mine in a heated kiss. The taste of me was heavy on his breath. I licked his lip, eager to tangle our tongues together and taste what he did. Both of us moaned into each other’s mouths. I moved my hands to his back and softly raked my nails across his skin. Will dipped his hips, his growing erection grazing my center. I gasped breathlessly.

“I could kiss you forever.” Will husked, attaching his mouth to my neck.

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

He sunk his teeth harshly into my neck. “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you.”

I arched my back, causing me to brush against him. The growl he let out made me shudder. It took every ounce of restraint to not reach down and stroke him. He hurriedly slid his hand to my pussy, slipping his fingers between my folds.

“You’re so wet again.”

Will grabbed his cock and ran the tip from my clit to my entrance. A soft whine fell from my lips.

“Don’t make that sound,” he growled, biting down on my neck again. “I might lose myself.”

“I wouldn’t stop you.” I repeated, digging my nails into his back.

My breath hitched as he gently pressed the head of his dick to my waiting entrance. He quietly cursed as I shifted, pushing myself against him more. My pussy throbbed, desperate to coax Will inside..

“Will.” I whimpered.

“Everything about you is so tempting.” His voice was hoarse and strained, his breathing ragged.

I hooked a leg behind him and cautiously pulled his lower half closer. He let out a breathy whine. The tip of his cock was dangerously close to slipping inside. I could feel precum leaking. He clamped his mouth into the crook of my neck.

A soft meow broke through our lust filled haze, followed by the cat jumping on the bed. Will collapsed on top of me, both of us erupting into a fit of giggles as the feline crawled onto his back and laid down.

“I’ve never had one of them cockblock me before.” He said through his laughter. “I’m gonna be stuck here for a while, I think.”

Will laid his head in the space between my breasts.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind.” I lazily stroked one hand up and down his back and pet Dusty with the other.

Comfortable silence and subtle purring surrounded us. My mind wandered, my thoughts not bearing near the weight they held earlier. A few what ifs and negative scenarios tried to overtake the pleasantries, but I was quick to dismiss them. They had no place in my head anymore.

“I have something to ask you, flower.” Will turned his head, pressing a kiss over my thumping heart.

“What is it?”

“Can I call you mine?”

The question caught me off guard—and so did my reaction because panic flicked across Will’s face.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes, but it’s fine if—“

“No, no— I mean yes. Fuck.”

I laughed nervously and took a breath. I placed my hand on his head and affectionately scratched his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Yes.” I said confidently. “I’ve been waiting years for you to ask.”

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long.”

I smiled sweetly at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

It’s true what they say: Distance makes the heart grow fonder. There were countless times throughout the years that I could pinpoint specific moments where I knew I was in love—even before the realization hit me like a truck. His heated lingering gazes, the gentle affection filled gestures and hugs. If there was an opportunity to hold my hand, no matter how long, he always grabbed it. He never let me stray too far.

This was another one of those moments, in the afterglow of intimacy and the hopeful promise of a future together.

#will ramos x reader #will ramos fanfiction #will ramos fanfic #will ramos fic #lorna shore fanfiction #lorna shore fanfic #lorna shore fic

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droppingthesoap-n-cleaninghouse · 7 months

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Just getting into soapghost and idk where to get started? Do you have any recommendations or suggestions in general for cod i also dont have a game system besides a switch

oh man, okay, so! i want to preface this whole thing with: i have never played a cod game.

these two started popping up on my dash on tiktok, and then i hit up the tags on tumblr, and then next thing i knew i was making a whole ass other twitter specifically so i could thirst over US military propaganda

if you’re still with me anon, i will gladly rec some stuff! i’ve put all that below a readmore so i don’t fuck up anyone’s day with what will be a very long post lol

Recs below!

Tumblr blogs i HIGHLY recommend you follow: @cod-dump (some incorrect quotes type things, fics, and more!) @grimmzee (really cool comics!) @rusticfurnace (amazing art) @starrynights-and-rainyfandoms (super fun, incorrect quotes type stuff) @spectralarchers (i love everything they write, originally started following them bc they write a great clint barton, theyre currently doing this insanely cool "ghost is the fallen god of death" type story which is so fucking cool)

Awesome people on Twitter you should check out (just remove the space after the @): @ silli__lilli @ witchmeetsevil @ KhybersKrave @ ohh_ellie @ puppyghcst @ QueenieBGalore @ burningsou1 @ coshie

These are some of the ones i follow, it's an awesome mix of fics, art, headcannons, all of it.

Fic Recs:

fucking hot, Soap/Ghost, eventual Soap/Ghost/Price. Featuring Soap's daddy issues. which, like, same bro same

also just like insanely hot, soap gets called a dog and he's really into it.

this one is a series, and it does get kinda dark ngl. ghost is kinda fucked up in the head but soap is too so it's all good. definitely some under negotiated kink, heavily features ghost's inner monologue.

this is just porn tbh but it's SO good. and there's art to go with it!

this is an AU, but hear me out. it's a really good Pacific Rim AU. Soapghost, drift compatibility, what more could you want!

also a bit of an AU, it's a shifter AU. awesome story, super hot, my fave out of this one is The Price of Longing

hope this helps anon, i'm glad you asked!

#soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #call of duty #captain john price #mw2

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raid3r-r4bbit · 8 months

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I cant tag you for some reason @acesatyr but I have typed all this up. I will get to fishing and foraging at some point, But this was already really long, lol.

I had originally written this in another word doc and realized I had typed over six paragraphs about seeds and germination alone. I really like farming.

Overall, this is mostly the generic info; I can detail or explain anything in depth, but I’m summarizing the important stuff, and the details are easily researchable. :)

A Revised and Bullet-Pointed Essay about Organic Apocalyptic Farming

Seeds, the basics:

-Stock up on seeds, they come in packets and are usually cheap depending on where you get them from. I like to store seeds in a mason jar, with a tightly sealed lid. It’s important they’re dry, and if possible, refrigerated. if not, any cold, dark, dry place will do.

-Germination is an easy process, DAMP (not sopping wet. DAMP) peice of thin cloth or paper towel, seeds laid out evenly, and put into either a ziplock baggie or something like a pyrex container. Again, air tight, low-mid light, warm (not hot, not direct sunlight) enviroment.

-if you see a lil mold it’s okay, as long as the root sprouts they’re still viable.

Plants I would Reccomend:

-Peppers are great because they grow quickly, can be canned or stuffed and add a lot to you meals and food. They also don't really take up as much room as some of the other plants i'm about to list. They aren’t the most filling and you cant live off of them but if you want to improve your quality of life or make a lot of money at the end of the world I guarantee you anyone who can actually cook or has the spices and foods to do it is set for life. I would legitimately kill a man for my mom’s pepperoni stuffed pickled peppers. I stabbed my brother over a jar once I am not kidding.

-Pretty much any kind of spice or herb really, I would HIGHLY recommend growing lavender, mint, thyme, and anything lemony or citrus scented, as I mentioned on a previous post, they’re good for pest control. lavender is a very temperamental plant, but most herbs, once ou get them going can be pretty hardy for lil leafs. Also, depending on the amount you’re growing of each most of them don’t take up too much space. Also basil cause it smells nice and I told you to.

-Corn, wheat, and any kind of grain is obviously a good idea if you want bread, but all of them are pretty difficult and require a lot of space. Potatoes are great because they can be used to make bread and alcohol as well.

-Zucchini, eggplants, tomatoes, and summer squash, and pretty much any gourd/melon/squash plant are easy to grow, but keep in mind many of these are expanding and/or vine plants and require a lot of space. They make a lot of food, but tomatoes and cucumbers in particular will actively choke other plants. Like vines wrapping around and leaves growing over top and roots entangling level of choking. Keep apart. but they’re good for you. eggplant, tomato and cucumeber are the highlight here.

-For leafy greens kale and chard are super easy to grow and grow pretty fast. Like any leafy green, too much sunlight will scorch them so be careful. I like to grow chard in an old (was some kinda biohazard barrel my dad stole from some pharmaceutical company, and cleaned out) cause it’s more than deep enough for the roots, but also wide enough to grow plenty. Also kale is high in vit c so if you don't live somewhere tropical you won't die of scurvy :)

-If you plan on raising animals or having a crop FIELD and not a PLOT, then grow long grass into hay, because it is good feed, but can also be used to cover ground to protect from birds. If you sow seeds by yeeting them into the dirt, birds will eat them if you don't cover them and you will die hungry.

-If possible, Alfalfa is also good for animals ( in small quantities) because they like it, or sunflowers. you can eat sunflowers, they produce a lot of seeds adn the seeds can be used as feed. ( same with corn.)

-Mushrooms. can be dried, easy to grow, grow really fast, and can be used as filler for meat dishes. (you can also grow the drug kind because it’s the end of the world and no one is going to stop you)

-tobacco for tabacco

AMNIMALS:

-unless you have a lot of very protected land you’re going to want animals that are small and potentially multipurpose.

-chickens are great because they dont need an exorbitant amount of space, can be used for eggs and meat, their feathers can be used for a number of things, if you dont like eating chicken guts (whats wrong with you) then they can be used as fertilizer, bait or as part of stock, and the bones can also be used for broth or to make small simple tools like needles or pen nibs. However, they actually need a more varied diet then you’d think. if you dont have calcium powder, their own unfertilized crushed up eggs, or scrambled with the shell is good for them once in a while, or chopped up leaves from your plants. Otherwise, a mix of corn and seeds is pretty good. DO NOT feed chickens wheat, oats or bread. Once in a while maybe, as like a super special treat, but too much can be harmful. Also, they eat bugs so they can just be outside if you’re okay with that.

-Goats produce milk, fur/wool (not all breeds do both, most don't do both, actually) and they’re more portable than cows. they also take up less space. A big downside is that goats are not only social animals, but they also need a good bit of stimulation and activity and they can be pretty noisy. My uncle built a jungle gym pyramid for his goats, but be warned, Joe Bob chewed his way out of the barn and needed rescuing from the top of the tower in the middle of a hurricane once. Goats will pretty much eat anything, and their poop is good for compost, Joe Bob and his siblings pretty much live off scraps and they’re happy lil dudes ( ladies actually, Joe Bob is the only boy)

-Rabbits! (the rabbit in raider rabbit is actually because i used to raise rabbits and am fond of them as a farm animal and because nobody can pronouce my name so they just call me Bun but we dont talk about that) probably one of the quietest animals you can keep on a farm, they can be kept in cages, breed quickly, can be used for fur, leather (rabbit and goat leather is great for making paper and cloth, not really good for protective leather) meat, and bones. The biggest issue I can see in the event of a wasteland survival situation is rabbits need a lot of clean water, salt and if you get angouras they pretty much need constant brushing. Be warned, if you dont know how to properly care for and breed them the females will castrate the males or eat her babies :) it is just a traumatizing as it sounds :) I speak from experience :) A good and cheap meat rabbit is the california white rabbit, they're about small to med size, and really simple to look after. Angouras are not great for meat, but their fur makes amazing wool. They eat veggies ( not carrots, too much sugar) oats, hay, their babies, and other leafy greens.

-Quail are something im not super familiar with that was my sibling’s thing, but from what i understand they need less space then chickens, and they’re good meat birds. eggs can be good for feeding other animals, but they’re not really good for much else. Also they’re really fucking loud and will fight each other so maybe not?

-Ducks are a lot like chickens, again, all of them can be eaten or used, and also eggs. eat more leafy greens and stuff and really like having somewhere to swim, better for more open environments. Ducks like to eat a lot and will get really fat really quick ( not a good thing) so be careful. however, if they imprint on you, they will follow you everywhere which makes rounding them up easy.

-Fish are great because their water can be cycled and the yuck water can go to the plants, which is great cause all that fish poop and algae is really good fertilizer. Fish are good for you and I love them. An while they’re not easy to port around, if you feed them micro worms or lil shrimps you can grow their food mostly indefinity and freeze it even. Also ive never heard any fish ( other than that one pufferfish) make noise. keep in mind, you will still have to maintain the water levels and the ph and all that, and they can take up a lot of space.

WHAT METHOD? HOW DO THE FARM? OTHER?

-this is pretty much up to you, I’m a really big fan of hydroponics, but i typically stick to “recycle farming” which is basically using whatever I have on hand and getting creative.

-if you’re going to use a plot of land, its a good idea to make sure you have a fence that goes around, over and under. Pests like groundhogs, rabbits, deer, ghouls, and myself will do more then just walk up and take you plants and animals.

-I recommend quiet animals that can be stored in cages and indoors to avoid larger predators, but any animals will attract them. Bears will break into pens, so if possible either store them INSIDE INSIDE, (like concrete building) or outside in a pen so you dont die.

-Living in the wasteland, or growing up with parents that think it basically is will teach you to utilize anything and everything. bottles and cans are great pots, old trashcans can be used if your dad wont steal chemical barrels from your local pharm plant for you, tires can be shredded into mulch, old rebar is my favorite thing for climbing plants ( sturdy, easy to stick into the ground and remove, pretty source able) Animal parts can be used for fishing bait or fertilizer, corn husks and other dry leaf litter can make good ground cover is hay isn't an option, ect.

-Plastic sheets and table cloths with holes cut in them for the plants are great for vine plants to grow through.

-scarecrows ain’t shit. Most birds are too stupid to notice and the ones that will are smart enough to figure out it’s not real pretty quick so all you’re doing is wasting good clothes and materials and scaring the shit out of yourself when you forget and look out the window and see a giant man in your field. Get a cat.

-it’s the apocalypse. grow weed.

How source plant food?

-poop and leafy plant scraps. animal poop, your own poop, your neighbors poop, poop. plant scraps, leafy greens, peels, rotten material.

-Get a big plastic tub or my favorite stolen barrels and shovel in some dead soil, layer in some plant scrap, dry leaf litter or corn husks, poop, leaf litter, and add creepy crawlies if you can. give a stir or shake every so often.

-avoid flies. as gross as it is, it’s a good idea to keep it warm, moist and humid, so very closed to avoid them.

-you can also add egg shells to give some calcium to your bug buddies.

-corpses.

What do I keep? how do I use it? (animals)

-egg shells are useful for a number of things, dried and nicely crushed they can be used for calcium for other animals. Or protection spells.

-bones for the same thing just don't feed the animals to themselves. I joked about this with the rabbits a bit ( a little cannibalism with them is inevitable and wont hurt them, but still) but cannibalism can lead to a lot of really bad neurological conditions that can harm you as well if you consume their products. Same with chickens, you feeding them scrambled eggs and shells once in a while is good for them, but if they start consistently eating their eggs you need to seperate them for a bit.

-fur and skin are great, esp for tanning, hides can make all kinds of things from paper, to water pouches and other bags, and fabric in general. being able to make cloth and leather is something a lot of people really overlook.

-Bones but for tools. Having a good needle and thread is really underestimated.

-Intestines can be used to make sausage, and other things.

-i will eat the chicken liver if you don't want it but it’s your anemia.

-make jerky/salted meat. both wont last forever, but you dont need to freeze it if you dont have power and will last longer then raw or cooked meat. salt cured meat lasts about 2-3 weeks, so if you’re solo or a small group and you did what i said and got small animals you wont be wasting food, and you dont have to butcher something every day.

-jerky can last a lil longer if stored properly, say it with me now! *air tight containers* you might get a solid month or so out of jerky, and it can mostly be rehydrated, or eaten as is.

-rendered animal fat or tallow makes good cooking oil, and while a little time consuming is not super difficult.

-make butter and cheese, not for survival, but quality of life.

Help I grew to many plants!

-can them, dumbass.

-fr though, canned foods can last a decent amount of time and can be really useful if you live somewhere with a winter, or can farm constantly. I mentioned already, but canned stuffed peppers are a favorite of mine, along with pickled eggs, which I make pretty regularly because a world without pickled eggs is the darkest thing i can imagine.

-feed them to your animals or back to your plants.

-throw them at your friends. (you haven't lived until you’ve hocked a rotten pumpkin at your little brother)

-dry them, fruit leather and veggie chips can be rehydrated and stored even longer than certain canned or preserved foods.

What else?

-learn how to purify water. there’s a million non tech versions, but in a sinch, the boil method is good if you just need to water plants. just dont pour boiling water on your crop.

-do use boiling water for weeds though. you can also feed weeds to your animals, but boiling water is just water, it’s not going to kill the soil or poison you.

-learn to fish and forage, theres a whole lot of things that aren't easy to grow or raise that can be tasty and good for you.

-learn to make fire. be prepared to put out fire. Dry crops will burn for days, so keep them watered, but you need to be able to burn exccess compost and cook.

-farming smells so bad. I love farming but animal poop, rotten veggies, innards, decay and compost, burning compost smells. if you cant stomach it and want the easy way out, thats called starvation or you better be beefy and prepped enough to raid others. or both, gorw your shit and steal from others, i dont care.

-forgot to mention earlier, but fermented foods like kimchi, kombucham etc are really good for you so yea. I might also teach you how to make kombucha cause my mom made me drink it so by god ill make you drink it too. ( i actually love it and it's good for making vinegar.)

-And forgot, legumes, like beans, peanuts, letils etc are really good plant protein. just not fun to grow, (ecept for beans. beans are actually very fun to to grow.)

#apocolyptic #doomsday #doomsday preppers #i was raised like this #farming #plants #farm animals #fr though if your unwilling to butcher animals or handle manure you better be prepped to grow a lot of spinach and legumes #to make up for the protien and iron loss #also farming is really hard but very rewarding

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boqvistsbabe · 2 months

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Update!!!!!!!!

Hey Y’all!!

Here is the start of hopefully monthly updates. I know in my last update I said I was going to be more consistently here and active. Obviously, that didn’t happen lol. Trying to hold myself to that rn. So this is probably going to be the format for all of my update posts, just so they are easier to follow.

Refresh:

So I am almost completely done with the blog refresh. I think all that is left is updating links and getting some other posts (ex: theme days) made/redone. Most of that got put on the back burner due to how long they were going to take lol. But hopefully, over Spring Break, I’ll be able to get those done (no promises, another thing I’m trying to do, is be more realistic about what I want to get done by when so).

Writing/Other Content:

Ik I said I’d write more. Once again didn’t really happen. Well, I have written a decent bit, but never finished anything. There is one fic that I am going to try and work on after this week (midterms lol) and have someone look over it (the first time I’ve had a beta reader, look at me go lol). Like the blog as a whole, I am trying to organize my writing, like requests and my ideas and what is going out when etc. (@ any of the other writers if you have any suggestions of what to/where to organize my stuff so it doesn’t get all confusing and mixed up you should def let me know). Speaking of requests, I am going to try and do at least two requests a month. That doesn’t sound like a lot but for me, that feels like something I can realistically do. I will be doing old requests first because even though they are years old at this point, I liked the ideas so I genuinely want to write them. I am still going to be accepting new requests (esp because sometimes that helps spark creativity/help with writer’s block so feel free to send in any ideas!!) but I will try to get those older ones done first. As for any other content (playlists, moodboards, IG edits, drawings, etc.) I am also taking requests for those so feel free to send in any of those requests too.

Another Blog?!

As of rn the second hockey blog has not been “released”. I want to catch up on things for this blog before I throw that into the mix and try to grow that as well. I am hoping to add that sometime this summer. Also, I do technically have a sideblog already (@samistheman) which is normally where I reblog random things, and I don’t really have tags for that blog I just kinda willy-nilly reblog there (it used to be mostly PJO stuff but now that’s kind of here because of how much of it there is lol).

Life Update:

College is a lot rn. I’m doing 17 credit hours and tbh do not know what possessed me to do that. At first, I was doing pretty good, but now not so much. Like I said earlier I have midterms this week. If y’all didn’t know this, I’m shit at taking tests so not doing great rn. Thankfully one of my classes ends on Sunday so at least I don’t have to worry about that. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life recently that is impacting a lot so trying to navigate that as well. I am moving out in May, which is yes months from now but there is still a lot that I need to do beforehand. Anyway, I’m going to a college hockey game on Thursday and I am super excited. I haven’t been able to go to a game since October. Also little fun update, I’m going on a weekend (work) trip to Boston. Super excited for that. I’ll be getting to go to a Celtics game and a Red Sox game (I’m a Royals girlie tho). I’ve never been to an NBA game so that’s for sure gonna be really cool. I’ve been to many MLB games before but this will be my first at a different stadium. Anyway, I think that is it for this update. Hope y’all are doing well!!

As usual, if y’all ever want to talk dms/inbox are open <3

I am going to tag some moots, I am totally forgetting some people so I am sorry for that (if y'all could reblog that would be amazing)

@2manytabsopen @krugstrash @jimmystrudel @andreburakozy @sidneycrosbyhoe @fallinallincurls @timstuetzle @typical-simplelove @ilyasorokinn @drei-mrssvechii

#blog things

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the-aviary-system · 9 months

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Aviary System Intro Post

We've been putting this off for too long it's time to make something. We'll edit this as time goes on. For now, basic info and a list of current headmates. It should be a pretty decent frame of reference for our system, account, and individual headmates.

It's gonna get long so I'm gonna drop a read-more here.

Feel free to ask questions about our system :)

We're traumagenic, probably an OSDD system but not diagnosed. We are pro-endo and will block anti-endo blogs. So if you've got a problem with endogenic systems, get out. You don't know them better than they do.

We won’t block you outright but if you reblog a lot of content from anti-endo users that isn’t outright anti-endo (like generic system experiences with a “endos dni” tag on it), we won’t follow back. We have “anti endo,” “endos dni,” and similar tags filtered so it shows us even if your repost doesn’t have those tags. We have them filtered because anti-endo people suck and we don’t want to accidentally reblog something from them in case endos follow us!

On that topic, we're also supportive of xenogenders, neopronouns, otherkin, and other stuff like that. Bigotry will not be tolerated even if we don't have someone in our system who identifies with a certain label.

We don't have a full DNI list yet but it's kinda the usual for the most part, don’t be a dick or a bigot.

We tend to dislike blocking people since we want people to be allowed to speak, but if we say we’re done with an argument and that we’ll start blocking people who try to continue it, we mean it. That’s something we have to do for our mental health and if one member of the system doesn’t start blocking people to end an argument, someone else will.

Some of our headmates are littles and our host age regresses so we may interact with agere content, we feel obligated to say that our littles and regressors are not like this as some sort of kink, this is not DDLG, do not treat them as such. Our littles do not consent to being sexualized and that is a blockable offense for their safety.

Due to having littles we will refrain from following more adult blogs to curate our feeds for their comfort. Also, we won’t reblog or post NSFW on our account. That’s not a DNI, we just probably won’t follow you if you post too much of that, but we’re not gonna like block you or anything.

(Maybe we should make a sideblog dedicated to our littles though? Idk)

We're diagnosed with ADHD but probably also have autism, anxiety, and PTSD.

We consider ourselves a transmasc system because most of us are masculine, so you can call us by he/him, though we're used to people referring to us collectively by plural they/them. Ironically a lot of our headmates consider themselves cis in the wrong body bc plurality is just odd like that- even those who do consider themselves trans do so independently of the body, instead being trans in headspace.

We have a lot of fictives.

We tag posts with whoever made them or reblogged them under the format of [name] post.

Headmates

We usually list headmates in the order they showed up, but we decided to organize alphabetically this time to make this an actually useful reference.

Specific entries may update over time as we bother to put in new info, we won't say when it's updated since that doesn't seem terribly important, it's just a frame of reference for others. Feel free to ask about any headmates. Our headmates are ok with sourcemates and doubles for the most part.

Most headmate birthdays are the day they showed up. A select few of our fictives have canon birthdays, which will be included alongside the day they showed up.

We have some sort of specific difference in definition between pansexual and bisexual which is hard to define. I think for us pan is more of a "gender doesn't really factor into the attraction" and bi is more of a "attraction towards different genders feels different"?

Alastor (he/him)

Fictive (Hazbin Hotel), backup gatekeeper in case something goes wrong or Strahd needs a break. Aroace. As calm as Strahd in stressful circumstances, but in a totally different way- cheerful rather than stoic. He isn't often needed to step up as gatekeeper, but he's happy to do so when needed. Birthday- May 8, 2022.

Angel Dust (he/him)

Fictive (Hazbnin Hotel). Birthday- February 12, 2024.

Asakayu (he/him)

A lamia/snake person who looks like a cobra with black and gold scales. Somewhat colder and crueler than most, but not towards us, just in general. Birthday- August 26, 2022.

Charlotte Emily (she/her)

Goes by "Charlie" for short. Fictive (FNaF games; not the book's Charlie), little (9 y/o). Less feral than the other littles (aka slightly less likely to playfully bite you). Birthday- May 13. Showed up on January 19, 2023.

Darmiir Ashmaul (he/him)

Fictive (D&D character; mimic monk/rogue), middle (12 y/o). Agender but uses masc pronouns. Very friendly and optimistic. Loves to get along with and help others. Not to be confused with the Mimic, one of our FNaF fictives. Birthday- September 29, 2022.

Dipper Pines (he/him)

Fictive (Gravity Falls), middle (13 y/o), taskdoer. He genuinely enjoys learning stuff (unlike some of us) so he handles schoolwork and reading things, which can be a struggle for a lot of us. Birthday- August 31, 1999. Showed up on November 12, 2022.

Eclipse (they/them)

Fictive (FNaF: Security Breach Ruin), caretaker. A separate headmate from Sun and Moon, but fittingly is kind of a mix of both of them in terms of role and personality. They're calmer than Sun but more energetic than Moon, and can easily take up either of their roles if they need to switch out. The Daycare Attendants might be a subsystem or something similar, since they can wake each other up super easily. You know that clip during the Security Breach teasers with Sun twirling his head and switching into Moon? Yeah, it's literally that fast. Birthday- July 29, 2023.

Emyr (he/it)

Sometimes called “Em”/“Emm” as a nickname. Host, age slider/regressor (usually goes by “Emmy” when little), trauma holder, anger holder, anxiety holder, otherkin (dragon, cryptid, shadow/void, corvid), shapeshifter in headspace. Uranic, panromantic, gray asexual, trans demiboy. Sometimes feral, responsible for the otherkin reposts. Has some animalistic mannerisms, like head-bobbing like a lizard, preening people it cares about, and being bitey (especially when little). Hates being alone because he's really anxious (and gets frustrated by things easily and needs someone to calm him down) so he often has another headmate active with him. Birthday- September 22, 2003.

Evan Afton (he/him)

Fictive (FNaF 4), little (haven’t figured out age yet) and Michael’s younger brother. Gets along great with him despite their past issues. Cries and gets scared easily, somewhat quiet and anxious. Showed up very unexpectedly- most fictives we can predict in advance, but with Evan, we had a dream from his perspective, and then he woke up. He wasn’t even on our radar, so to speak. Birthday- August 8, 2023.

Grima (he/him)

Fictive (Fire Emblem: Awakening), former persecutor. After having a confrontation with Strahd for causing harm to our system, we didn't see him for a long time, then he came back just to mock a different system's persecutor. He said he got bored of tormenting us. Birthday- June 27, 2022.

Jeremy Fitzgerald (he/she)

Fictive (FNaF 2). Bigender, demisexual/romantic. Given how little canon info Jeremy has, ours is just based on stuff our brain made up. He was best friends with Michael during their school years, but fell apart after '83 and hadn't seen each other since- mostly due to what happened in '87. The two were very happy to see each other again. In fact, Jeremy's appearance in our system was likely indirectly due to Michael thinking about him and missing him. Despite everything, Jeremy is an optimistic and cheerful person, though she does show some amount of anxiety, especially surrounding her source. Showed up on September 27, 2023. Considers his birth year to be 1968.

Kris Dreemur (they/them)

Fictive (Deltarune), middle (16 y/o). Non-binary, bisexual. Chaotic gremlin. Good at masking as Emyr due to the two of them having sort of similar personalities and voice pitches, so on a few occasions they've stepped in for it when it needed a break (such as when around family). Birthday- June 25, 2022.

Lerian (he/they)

Soother, kind of a fictive? Pansexual, trans femboy. He's based on the Heron Laguz from Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance, but he popped up before we played it, so he's not based on any of the characters. They can comfort people who are upset, and they're also very good with littles and is often seen as a parental figure to them. Birthday- May 16, 2022.

Link (he/they)

Fictive (LoZ: Breath of the Wild), taskdoer. Transmasc, GNC, pansexual. Pretty determined when he sets his mind to something, which is what makes him a good taskdoer. Friendly and outgoing. Can and will talk, but tends to stay quiet when possible. Enjoys cooking. Birthday- June 9, 2023.

Lucifer (any/all)

Myctive (Christianity). Made because of our negative associations with our Christian upbringing. However, he doesn't hate Christianity. They're all about freedom- worship whatever you want to as long as you aren't using it to cause harm or dictate how others can live their lives. Ironically, for those reasons, he's way better about Christianity than our host, Emyr, who finds it to be a deeply uncomfortable topic due to personal reasons. Birthday- February 27, 2023.

Mary Schmidt (she/her)

Fictive (Five Nights at Candy's 1 and 3). Birthday- February 2nd, 2024.

Michael Afton (he/him)

Fictive (FNaF), trauma holder, depression holder. Bisexual. Snarky asshole (affectionate) and goofball (yes, this was written by one of his boyfriends- Emyr- how can you tell?) A lot of our fictives have some exotrauma, the brain usually picks them because they have something that it relates to (notice the amount of fictives with family trauma in this system), but the reason I didn't mark them as trauma holders is because the brain really picks on him with the exotrauma. A lot. His fortitude despite this fact is admirable, a lot of our other headmates wouldn't be able to handle this role. Please offer him a hug if you see him, he needs it. Showed up on March 24, 2023. Considers his birth year to be 1968.

Mimic (it/any)

Fictive (FNaF: Security Breach Ruin/Tales from the Pizzaplex). Really reclusive, so unlikely to be seen on this account. Don't really know if it can be classified as a little, but it sure acts like one. Somewhat dislikes MXES but tolerates it. Not to be confused with Darmiir, our D&D fictive whose species is mimic. Birthday- November 15th, 2023.

Mister Mistoffelees (he/neos)

Pronouns: He/him/his/his/himself

Gli/glit/glitter/glitters/glitterself

Spar/spark/sparkle/sparkles/sparkleself

Tri/trick/tricks/tricks/trickself

Il/illu/illusi/illus/illusionself

Fictive (Cats the musical, 1998). Birthday- January 31, 2024.

Moon (he/it)

Fictive (FNaF: Security Breach), caretaker. Was made specifically to take care of littles, but will take care of anyone who asks. Encourages people to get to bed at a reasonable time and boy our sleep schedule has never been better. He's a very good listener when you need to get something off your chest while trying to go to sleep. Calm, but also a little mischevious and known to tease people (unless they're upset, in which case he doesn't). Birthday- October 19, 2022.

M.X.E.S. (xe/it)

Fictive (FNaF: Security Breach Ruin), gatekeeper. Nonverbal. Xir gatekeeping ability is pretty similar to how xe can just teleport animatronics around in source, which makes it easy to get people in or out of front. Birthday- September 18, 2023

Napstablook (they/star/neb/gala)

Goes by "Blooky" for short. Fictive (Undertale), depression holder. They're pretty shy and don't like to feel like they're "wasting" time that could go to someone else being in front. Gala’s really nice though. If you see neb, offer neb a hug!

Star modified some of star’s pronouns to make them sound a bit better so here’s the full list of how they work, with they/them included for reference:

they/them/their/theirs/themself

star/star/stars/stars/starself

neb/nebula/nebulas/nebulas/nebulaself

gala/gala/galax/galaxys/galaxyself

Birthday- February 13, 2023

Pure Vessel (it/they)

Goes by "Vess" for short- Fictive (Hollow Knight), Protector, taskdoer. Nonverbal. Aroace. It can't talk or do any sort of sounds with our vocal cords (it can do stuff that doesn't require the voice, like clicking or whistling. We picked up an ASL class for it but we struggle to retain that kind of thing. Despite being a protector it’s actually very friendly and a bit goofy. Very good at pushing distractions out of its mind to get work done. It wants to learn to speak, and has been managing to get out a whisper as of late. Birthday- May 29, 2022.

The Robot (it/its)

Taskdoer. It has about as little emotion as a headmate can have, I think. It doesn't care to interact with people so it probably won't be using this account. It only talks when it must. It didn't even pick out a name. It just wants to get things done. Birthday- November 7th, 2022.

Rouxls Kaard (he/him)

Fictive (Deltarune). Bisexual. A Dramatic Bastard (affectionate). Doesn't really front much anymore. Birthday- June 17, 2022.

Rum Tum Tugger (he/him)

Fictive (Cats the Musical, 1998). Birthday- February 4, 2024.

Sans (he/him)

Fictive (Undertale). Probably aro and/or ace, or on those spectrums? Pretty chill guy. Birthday- January 20, 2024.

Stolas (he/him)

Fictive (Helluva Boss). Gay. Pretty cheerful when not having a Depression Moment™. Pretty decent with littles. Haven't seen him in a while. Birthday- August 11, 2022.

Strahd von Zarovich (he/him)

Fictive (Curse of Strahd; D&D), gatekeeper. Vampire, former human. Pansexual, gray aromantic (?). Calm to the point of appearing cold, but he does care a lot about us. As a count, he is good at overseeing people and handles responsibility well. All these things make him a very good gatekeeper who can and will do whatever is necessary to keep us alive and well. Birthday- May 7, 2022.

Strix (she/they)

Little (~7-8 y/o). One of our few non-fictives. She's a snowy owl harpy, very friendly and silly. She's our first little, because she showed up before Emyr learned he could age regress. Has some birdlike mannerisms, like preening people they like. Birthday- May 7, 2022.

Sun (he/him)

Fictive (FNaF: Security Breach), caretaker. Was made specifically to take care of littles, but will take care of anyone who asks. Helps with motivation since some days we struggle to even get out of bed, let alone take care of ourselves. Very cheerful! Birthday- October 19, 2022.

Susie (she/her)

Fictive (Deltarune), anger holder, protector, middle (17?). Was intentionally introjected by Kris, and the two spend a lot of time together. Will break someone's legs if they hurt the system, and especially if they hurt Kris. Birthday- June 25, 2023.

Vanessa Afton (she/her)

Fictive (FNaF movie), traumaholder. Considered slightly younger than our Michael, though she’s technically older than him due to surviving longer. Nicknames are okay as long as it’s something like Nessa or Ness, please don’t call her Vanny. Birthday- December 30, 2023.

That's all for now!

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wild one pt three | stranger things ; g.emerson

tag list || req rules + fandoms/characters ; reqs open! || got a req or a ? || masterlist

CHAPTERS ;

one + two can be found by clicking. stranger things masterlist can be found here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

This story it uh... kind of has me in a chokehold, idk. Anyway, this part came to me and I thought that it'd be interesting to write out (flirting / poolside vibes ftw) so here it is, I guess?

You guys make my day for even taking the time to read my bullshit/put up with it. You have no idea how much I enjoy the interaction and how much it keeps me going more than any of you realize. Huuuuge hugs and lots of love to everyone, no matter if you're just reading, or if you comment / reblog or reblog with tags or even just turn the heart red. It really means so much to me, I mean this.

SUMMARY;

-- cheerleaders and drummers don't mix... or do they?

aka reader is a cheerleader -and a bit of a bad girl sort, and catches the attention of a certain Corroded Coffin drummer. Hilarity + other stuff chaos, i mean chaos and maybe l-o-v-e ensues.

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader ; reader is a cheerleader with female organs / born female. No other physical descriptors given aside from clothes and personality traits / interests.

WARNINGS;

jocks.. they are the warning. Andy -the jock, being creepy with the way he attempts to get readers attention. bloody nose/blood, swearing, vaguest hint of self esteem / body issues. A lil awkward kinda flirty / caring moment too.

TAGLIST;

@aurumbelis

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade

@cole22ann

@hcloangcls

@heyaitsklaudia

@hoeshii

@icequeen1371

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether

@louderfortheback

@musichealsscars

@scoobiessnacks

@secretsicanthideanymore

@suits-and-smirks

@untitledarea are the only people currently on my stranger things taglist. if you'd like to be added, please click the link at top of post.

OTHER STUFF;

Set in S4 but Upside Down + Vecna and the deaths do not occur, nor have they ever occurred. Starcourt still exists, nobody dies. This is slice of life / summer romance turned relationship type stuff, fyi. Gareth has been aged up to 18 for this, so everybody is of age.

The last place he wants to be is Hawkins pool, but here he is. If it weren’t for his little sisters, he’d avoid this place at all costs because it’s just one of quite a few places that he feels the most insecure about himself. He’d never say it, of course, but the fact remains.

Despite telling himself not to at least a thousand times, he’s scanning the area. You’re nowhere to be seen and he relaxes a little. If you’re not here, there’s no way he can make a bad situation worse, right?

But then he hears the squeak of the chain link gate over by the entrance and he hears the all-too familiar sound of your loud laughter. If he didn’t already know it by heart, his sister’s comment about the girl with pretty boots as she laughs and claps her hands together would’ve been enough to know you’re now present at the pool too.

You flop down into a lounge chair and throw your arm across your face dramatically.

“My legs, oh my god.” you whine out.

“Well, I mean.. You did try to maul Caroline Owens during practice, what’d you think would happen? You got laps.” Emma’s shaking her head as she starts to rub herself down with the suntan oil she’s brought along to tan. You hold up a middle finger wordlessly.

Emma notices Gareth in the kiddie end of the pool with his sisters again and nudges you. “Hey, it’s your drummer.”

“Em, he’s not my drummer. Stop. People don’t belong to other people.” you mumble the words with a wistful sigh, biting your lip as you watch him duck beneath the water and emerge, shaking his hair at his sisters, darting towards one and then the other, grabbing them both.

You tug off the oversized black t-shirt you’re wearing over your swimsuit and let it settle on the hot concrete.

There’s a neon pink float in the pool. “C’mon, Em.” you stand. She turns her nose up. “You can go right ahead. I came here to sit.”

“Fine. Sit up here and roast to death. I’m going up on the high dive. Then I’m gonna float in the water.”

“Are you sure about that? What happened to woe is me, if I’m within a foot of him I’ll make an ass of myself.”

“It’s too fucking hot to care today, alright? Besides.. If I’m floating,” you nod to the float, “there’s not much of a chance of that.”

And Emma could’ve pointed out several scenarios, but she keeps quiet. You slink over to the high dive and start to climb. Emma happens to gaze over at the shallow end just in time to see Gareth staring up at you as you go into a handstand.

“Okay, show off. Dive already.” Emma calls up to you, rolling her eyes when you go into a split before standing right side up again. You dive off the board, tucking your knees. Sending up a big enough splash of water that it soaks Emma who flips you off when you pull yourself up off the side of the pool to shake your wet hair at her and get her even wetter. “You looked like you needed a cool down.”

“I’m shoving your ass into that water.” Emma stands, a playful gleam in her eyes. You wink at her and lower yourself back down into the water, grabbing the forgotten neon pink float as you pull yourself onto it, sprawling lazily.

Gareth is trying not to stare, he really is, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop himself. The sun glints off of a necklace around your neck and he squints to get a closer look. Chuckling to himself when he sees that the pendant on the chain around your neck is a little knife.

His sister scrambles up onto his back and he dunks her in the water.

You’re floating all around the pool, having dozed off. Andy and Jason make their way in with Patrick in tow. Patrick makes a beeline for Emma and takes the lounge chair you’ve vacated.

But Andy’s sitting on the edge of the pool when you happen to float past, inching towards the deep end. The end you avoid whenever you’re in the pool because you’re not a very strong swimmer and you hate water over your head.

He reaches out and touches your leg and this is what has you scrambling to sit which dumps you off the cheap plastic float. And you shriek when your toes don’t touch.

Before he really stops to think about it, while Andy’s too busy making a show out of taking off his shirt and yelling at you to stay calm and stay put, Gareth swims out, grabbing you by the hips. You wind up pressed against him and he wades back over to the middle of the pool where your toes touch.

Your brain doesn’t compute that maybe it’s a good idea to let go of your death grip on Gareth’s neck or maybe untangle your legs from his waist until you’ve calmed down and you immediately do that. Swallowing down a lump in your throat as you hurry to climb the ladder and get out of the pool, wrapping that red towel with the white Playboy logo around yourself.

“I’m sorry, I..” Andy’s apologizing but there’s a gleam in his eyes that indicates he clearly doesn’t mean the apology. So you shrug it off and when Andy’s standing right beside the edge, you reach out and shove him in. A mocked apologetic smile playing at your lips as you call out, “So sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I swear.”

“Bitch.” Andy swears to himself, but Gareth hears.

“You’re the asshole that just tried to drown her...” Gareth mutters, assuming it’s to himself and not counting on Andy hearing it.

Andy stands taller, trying to make him tower over Gareth but they’re almost the same height so he just looks like an ass when he tries it. Gareth stares him down, arms folded over his chest. “Do it again, asshole.” Andy steps up and chuckles quietly, “What are you gonna do, freak? Huh? C’mon, pussy.”

Gareth just smirks. “Try and see.” and there’s something about the deathly calm when he says it that has Andy doing a double take. Gareth lunges just a little and Andy steps back. “Don’t think you want your little sisters to see you get your ass beaten, Emerson.”

“You’re lucky they’re here right now.” Gareth responds. Andy shoves at him and smirks. “She’s gonna end up with me.”

“She hasn’t yet.” Gareth replies, shrugging. “She hates you. Kind of amusing you think so.”

Andy’s just about to grab Gareth but you happen to look up and over just in time to see what’s going on.

You grumble to yourself and pick up the foam football discarded by either Andy or Jason when they first got to the pool earlier and you don’t think, you just aim. Straight for Andy’s face. The purple foam ball spirals off your hands easily, and you smirk the instant it makes contact with Andy’s nose. Your only regret is that it’s not an actual football, so it doesn’t pack the sting you’d have liked.

“Fuck off, Andy. I’m not kidding. Leave ‘im alone.” you call out, a hand on your hip before you reach down and tug the oversized black shirt on. “Next time it’s not gonna be your nose, shitbird..” you say it to Andy with the sweetest smile, a hand in your hair before storming away.

Emma’s glaring back at Andy in disbelief as she catches up to you when you make your way over to the vending machine. “That stupid prick, what’d he think? He’d save you and you’d repay him with a roll in the backseat? And then he’s too busy with theatrics to actually follow through?Fucking caveman.”

You glance back to see Andy glaring daggers at Gareth across the pool and you nudge Emma who follows your gaze. “Look at the pathetic asshole. He literally just tried to drown me to get my attention like… how the hell did he think that would work anyway?” you roll your eyes and flip Andy off when he catches sight of you and is quick to back away like you didn’t just see him glaring a hole through Gareth Emerson’s turned back, you shake your head, “What he doesn’t realize is that I’d literally pick Gareth Emerson any day of the week before Andy ever even gets within an inch of me.” you’re ranting and Emma’s laughing, “I mean that. The only thing that stops me from going for it is the fact that literally if I even breathe near the man I somehow manage to fuck something up and annoy him worse.” you go quiet after saying it.

What you don’t realize is that this has just been overheard by Jeff, who happens to walk through the gate nearby, out of sight but within earshot.

Andy’s holding his t-shirt to his nose and Jeff’s trying to figure out what’s going on when he hears you admit to Emma what he kind of figured all along. And he’s tempted to tell Gareth, he’ll probably try to later, but he knows that nine out of ten, Gareth Emerson won’t believe him. So instead, he files it away. And he makes his way over, nodding to Andy who is fuming out loud to anybody who will listen about you being a bitch.

“What happened, Gare?” Jeff asks, glancing at Andy, who is holding his t-shirt to his bleeding nose.

“Andy tried to drown her, that’s what. He flipped her off that float in the water. In the deep end.” Gareth’s hand is clenched into a fist as he keeps a close eye on his little sisters who are still out in the kiddie end of the pool. “Then the fucking idiot was too busy making a show out of it to grab her. I did though.”

Jeff chuckles. “How’d his nose get busted then?”

Gareth is quick to tell him, “Wasn’t me, man. Not this time. My sisters are here.” and he nods in your direction. “She threw a football straight into it.”

Jeff snickers. “Yeah, I can’t say I blame her.”

You walk back, right past the chairs taken up by Jeff and Gareth and you flop down into the one just down from Gareth’s. Emma sits down beside you and dangles her legs in the pool water as she looks back at you. “You’re gonna burn.” she’s biting her lip, gazing at your already angry red skin in friendly concern.

“I’ll live.” you wave it off.

“You’re already red as your swimsuit, trouble.”

“Mhm.” you answer, eyes fluttering shut as you raise an arm and let it settle over your eyes.

You manage to doze off when Emma leaves with Patrick, only to be tapped gingerly on the shoulder and you wince at the jab. You raise your head and find yourself looking right up at Gareth through a curtain of dampened hair. “Sorry.. About earlier.” you mumble the words in this sleepy little voice that has him fighting to breathe and goes straight to his cock. He shrugs. “Wasn’t gonna let you drown.”

“Yeah, you’re a good person, unlike some assholes who think attempted murder is flirting, apparently.” your gaze flits to Andy as you say it and you catch him watching you both like a hawk. Jeff is out in the water with Gareth’s little sisters playing. You roll your eyes at Andy and grumble quietly, “If he keeps staring over here I’m going to choke him.”

Gareth clears his throat.

He’s about half talked himself out of the reason why he walked over to begin with and all he’s doing right now is staring. He can’t help it, he can’t stop himself because he’s tried and failed too many times to count.

“You’re really burnt.” he nods to your shoulders and you look at them and cringe. “Emma did try to warn me.”

“Do you, uh..” Gareth fumbles for his words, “Do you have sunblock?”

You can’t stop staring at his lips like an idiot. So he repeats the question and you feel yourself heat up all over as you reach down and pick up the bottle of sunblock, holding it out.

He freezes and you assume it’s so you’ll sit up, so you pull yourself to a sitting position, back facing him as you move damp hair away from your back. Blue eyes flit over the scattered freckles and moles against your skin and he takes a deep breath, rubbing his hand over his face to pull himself together. Then he squeezes the bottle and rubs his hands together.

You gasp when the liquid makes contact with your back because it’s cooler than you expected. You don’t mean to but the more Gareth’s hands work over your shoulders and down your back, the more you find yourself melting. It’s not long til you have to grip the handle on the lounge chair. He reaches around and holds the bottle out to you and you take it, forced to take a few seconds before you can turn around to face him.

You’re surprised he’s still sitting on the lounge chair near you.

Gareth is frozen in place. Brain telling him he should be getting up and walking away now, but he just can’t.

Jeff wanders up, clearing his throat and he almost feels bad about it when you both jump and spring apart, but he didn’t want Gareth to freak out when he looked over and figured out Jeff and his sisters weren’t in the pool anymore.

“I’m gonna take your sisters to get ice cream.”

Gareth stands. “Hang on.”

Jeff nods to you while you’re fumbling with the black Walkman in your hands and Gareth shakes his head firmly, standing. As soon as they’re both out of the gate, Jeff looks at him and shakes his head. “I was doing that for you, idiot.”

“Why though?” Gareth is gazing at him with a hand in his hair, tugging at drying curls. “All I was doing was keepin her from getting third degree burned.”

“Mhm. Right.” Jeff taunts him and Gareth grumbles, flipping him off.

“Y’know nothing’s ever gonna come of it, Jeff.” Gareth grumbles again and Jeff chuckles, remembering what he overheard you say out of your own mouth to your best friend Emma when he arrived at the pool earlier.

But he doesn’t say it because Gareth won’t ever believe him.

Guy has himself convinced that you two wouldn’t ever work out or that somehow, you’d never pick him on your own. And honestly, Jeff wants to choke some sense into his best friend for it.

But, he can look at Gareth and tell that it’s getting harder to stay away. So he thinks that maybe if he just steps back and lets things happen on their own, maybe it’ll be better that way.

“What?”

“Nothin, buddy. Do you want anything? I got paid earlier. You bought it last time, it’s my turn.” Jeff replies.

Gareth is distracted though, because you’re walking through the parking lot, heading over to your car with a Tootsie pop in your mouth.

The rumble of the engine fills the afternoon and the car takes off, screeching tires and Metallica playing loud enough to deafen a person and Jeff glances at Gareth, who is watching your car as it disappears into the street and then he laughs.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson imagine #gareth the great #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x fem!reader #// do not worry. he will be getting his hands on Andy. a lil retribution for that bullshit that happened on the show tbh.

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Ok Here’s An Actual TLDR Intro Post

KEEP AN EYE ON THIS POST FOR FUTURE EDITS!

Hi, my name’s Rory 😄 I’m a 24 year old pansexual partnered kinky white cisgender woman (she / her) in the New England area training to become a sex coach (I’m still about 2 years away from finishing this first certification). I’d really like to help out other queer and neurodivergent folks find their full pleasure potential and feel good about the sex they’re having! I’m mostly focused on the scientific and psychological side of sex, rather than any mystical or tantric point of view… but admittedly I am agnostic and like to believe in magic and manifestation 💖. Basically, I have tarot cards, but I’m too lazy to use them!

🚫 DNI if you are: 🚫

— A minor / under 18 years old!!!

Seriously DO NOT interact with adult content creators as a minor… you’re not only putting yourself at risk, you’re also putting the adult at risk too.

Literally anyone else is welcome to interact, I just ask that you be respectful. I only follow, like and reblog posts from people with their age in bio (18+) and after doing the vibe check that they wouldn’t mind my interaction with their content.

👀 What Kind of Stuff You’ll See on This Blog: 👀

— My personal stories about my sexual growth / healing journey. Let’s normalize learning about and embracing our pleasure!

— Sex-positive education and activism :)

— Reblogs of hot stuff related to sexual interests of mine (including taboo stuff like age play, incest, MD/lb, BDSM, somnophilia, dubcon, and noncon… DNI if any of these are a hard no / repulsive for you because I may forget to tag). This may include sexy fan art of my fannish interests if I see it and I do the OP vibe check.

— Fan interests include: LISA, Ted Lasso, Jreg, Danganronpa, Persona 5, Salad Fingers, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Coffin of Andy & Leyley [and while I’m not really an RPF kinda girl, I also like Formula 1 and Jeremy Clarkson / James May / Richard Hammond].

🤯 My Politics, In Case You Were Wondering (DNI if any of this makes you want to cancel me, but I am open to measured discussion): 🤯

— I support racial justice, LGBT+ rights, disability justice, and the neurodiversity movement. I support transformative justice and I am a prison abolitionist about 99% of the time.

— You can’t control the thoughts in your head or who you’re attracted to. People should not be judged on the basis of their thoughts alone. That being said, I strongly believe that certain attractions are better off (which is to say, safer) explored in fantasy rather than IRL (this includes minor-adult relationships and incest).

— I am Pro Choice but respect Pro Lifers as long as they don’t try to enforce their ideology via the law

— I am COVID vaccinated while being partnered with an unvaccinated person

— I’m kind of post-left these days because I don’t really see a world after capitalism but I think the people can make capital work FOR THEM if they organize with this in mind. Having money is not a sin if you acquired it via your own labor and you strive to use it as ethically as possible.

— I strive to be anti-reactionary in all things except this one: Fuck Trump, I’m never voting for him LMAO. This is also why I’m allergic to most social media because it feeds off reactionary politics.

💖💖💖💖 THANKS FOR READING! 💖💖💖💖 (god this was still probably too much information, I’m really good at that)

#I think this is easier to navigate than the other intro #the first one was mostly there for me to say yes I am a tumblr veteran #I should start tagging my own posts as op shouldn’t I #op

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did you think I was going to stop ranting about sp0p’s problems just because it’s a new year? thought i was going to make a clean break? tough fucking luck babes! today’s ramble is on That Thing You Like That Is Also Toxic, a thing that, for example, @adora-deserves-better has been seeing in the old ask box this evening.

as a courtesy note, as I’ve picked up one or two non-pornbot follows from people fleeing the birdsite implosion, if you do not want to see this stuff, please take this opportunity to blacklist “#spopcrit”, which has been my tag for this ongoing narrative and thematic autopsy for at least a year now. I promise that I don’t actually discuss this very often, I think at this point I’ve mostly said what I need to say (hell, even this is kind of a rehash of points I’ve made before, I just can’t be fucked tracking down those posts), but sometimes I do feel the need to dissect another organ to further look into what went wrong.

Anyway.

So the thing about fiction is that sometimes fictional romances are toxic. This is not, in itself, a problem; what matters is the handling of the toxicity.

As a case study, let’s look at the distinguished connoisseur’s enemies-to-lovers arc set in a science fantasy setting with a religious space empire and starring a lesbian with a big sword and a mysterious past, the Locked Tomb. Gideon and Harrow’s relationship is an unhinged mess of cosmic proportions. Harrow literally invented an entirely new way of having an unhealthy relationship just for this romance, and it involved brain surgery, which she performed on herself, at seventeen.

However.

The bit where this holds together is that the messiness and toxicity and general fuckery of the relationship is not an error on Tamsyn Muir’s part. It is a part of the narrative that Muir talks about in interviews. Exploring the mess and how it unfolds is a noticeable part of the plot.

It is, essentially, supposed to be kinda fucked.

This is where SP0P runs into its final season problems, because the framing and narrative treatment is not that this relationship is kinda fucked; it’s supposed to be Big and Heartwarming and they will beat you to death with scenes of them in Elysian-esque fields under golden light to make sure you know that...but that meshes poorly with the prior parts of the story, because as of S2-S3, this relationship was absolutely kinda fucked, there are entire episodes about how and why it’s kinda fucked, and, no matter what S5 thinks, it takes more than one apology to fix that.

The romance doesn’t work as narrative or thematic payoff because the show was previously making a big deal about themes that the romance actively harms, and the transition between the two stages is not smooth and does not feel natural. “The point of C*tra’s story is to explore what happens when you’re the toxic friend” meshes poorly with a final season that is all about everyone hastily forgiving C*tra for being the toxic friend and the people she hurt being stripped of agency to avoid any discomfort for the writers. “Abuse is bad” is absolutely a smart thing to say, but you lose a lot of points when you throw in “but also, the things my favourite character does that are totally indistinguishable from abuse are fine and romantic, actually.” They put in an actually really good episode about how C*tra’s obsession with Adora is wildly unhealthy and harmful to them both, and that she should just move on and let go, and then paid off absolutely none of that foreshadowing because it might make the shippers sad. Hell, Stevenson put “Learn to Let Go” on a C*tra playlist and then wrote an endgame about rewarding C*tra for not learning to let go!

The reason why C*tradora grinds my gears where, say, Griddlehark doesn’t is that Griddlehark is about taking a toxic mess, acknowledging that it’s a toxic mess and exploring how that toxic mess develops, and C*tradora is about taking a toxic mess, rushing through a kinda bad redemption arc that doesn’t meaningfully address the toxicity of the mess, and then just declaring it to be Officially Fine Now so that the showrunner’s favourite character can have a happy ending to a tremendously disappointing character arc.

(Also the pacing is bad and it ends up killing all the foreshadowing for actual interesting things the show had been doing in order to focus on C*tra whining about not being forgiven fast enough and how everything is still Adora’s fault, a thing that is vastly less sympathetic than the writers seem to think it is, but as ever, one crisis at a time!)

#spopcrit #tlt spoilers #locked tomb spoilers

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stgsbne · 9 months

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/mutual aid /crowdfunding /crowd funding /community aid /communityaid are all tags i see around

as a side advice i know u may not be capable of taking on more work, but have you considered something like a patreon for more consistent support...? a few of my friends have made sticker clubs and its worked very well for them financially, if even just a little extra money

thank u! i thought those were the ones but just wanted to be sure

re:patreon — ive definitely considered it… and this is mainly insecurity talking for sure but i just don’t know if im cut out for it >_> with sticker clubs specifically idk if im good enough at art to make desirable sticker designs? lol? and if i just put out general art content idk i dont think my sketches are really nice to look at to a point where people would want to pay to see them lol.

i guess i could upload full/hq pieces there but im not really sure how to juggle between saving the “good stuff” for subscribers vs still having enough content to keep engagement on my social media pages afloat

it’s just kinda complicated i guess? i could definitely see myself shifting to something like that but i think i’m holding myself back by overthinking it (<- also i have unmedicated adhd and other things that make organization really hard so idk!)

if anyone has any tips theyd like to offer for getting started with this type of thing then im all ears lol

#if anyone will remember i DID have a kofi membership thing a while back but i ended up getting overwhelmed and shutting it down #totally my fault because it was a learning experience and i think i just bit off more than i could chew or something. it got very stressful #very fast…would like to not have a repeat of that if i can help it #speaking #anon

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jentlemahae · 1 year

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do you have any advice for self discipline? idk if you struggle with procrastination as well sometimes but you seem to be on top of your studies (i think in some of your tags you once mentioned that you finished all your assignments very early) i have very important exams coming up (if i fail them i'll have to repeat a whole year of school) and even though i know how important it is for me to study i just can't bring myself to even start.. i'm just paralyzed with fear bc i've already wasted so much time and it's impossible to catch up/revise everything now bc i'm running out of time. i think the sheer amount of material i have to study scares me off even more but the longer i wait the worse it gets obviously. i just hate that even though i am very aware of all this i just can't stop self sabotaging i hate myself so much 😭 another problem is that i'm such a perfectionist so if i know i can't do it perfectly i don't even bother but at this point i just need to pass bc i definitely don't want to repeat a year.. sorry this got so long and i know ultimately i just need to sit my ass down and study bc i'm the only one to blame (i had plenty of time to study these past weeks but i just rotted in my room 🙃) but you always are so sweet and insightful so i thought maybe you could give me some helpful advice? hope you have a nice day 💌

hiii! 🫶🏻 so i’ll preface this by saying that i’ve just always been used to having to do well in my studies so atp idek if it’s self discipline or more just a habit ? 🥲 but i also struggle with the same things sometimes bcs there are times where i put off studying certain things bcs im scared of failing TT so these are thing that imo help me!!

i always recommend ppl to repeat the stuff that u have to study/memorize out loud to someone bcs i think that helps u retain information, but i think that doing so by setting certain days to do so also helps in giving some organization! for instance i always repeat whatever im studying out loud to my mom (via zoom lol) and we do so by deciding to see each other on a certain day and on that day i have to repeat out loud to her a certain amount of chapters while she looks at my notes to check that im making sense. and we usually meet 2-3 times for that before my exam so first time i have to say half of the content, second time the other half, and third time i go through everything. does this make sense? and u can do it with whoever u want (parent, grandparent, friend, etc)! (tho tbh studying with a friend has never worked for me :p)

advice 2 sounds a bit odd and ik it doesn’t work for most but to me it works 🫠 when im in similar situations where i have So Much to study, first i read through all my notes* and then i take out a piece of paper and i write by hand** everything i remember. this way i see the main topics in the material and i go back to my notes and add some more important details to what ive written. this works especially well with courses where u just wanna pass and u don’t really care about the grade bcs this way u have a decent grasp on the main body of the course content! (**important to do this by hand bcs handwriting makes u retain info easier + *i always write summaries of the course content and the course progresses bcs then i know i’ll have my work cut out for me for the exam)

when u sit down to sit, put stuff that distracts u far away from where u are !! i kinda get distracted by listening to music lmao so when i study i make sure to put my headphones away from desk (lol), and then i hide my phone from my eyesight so then i can work for like an hour straight with no distractions 🤷🏻‍♀️

this is what comes to mind at the moment! anw best of luck for the exam !!! i know exams can be daunting when u are a perfectionist (😵‍💫) so i am rooting for u !!!!! 🥰💖🫂 as we say in italian, in bocca al lupo :)

#🫶🏻💗#sophie ask #anonymous

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enchantcdstories · 2 years

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Omg you write Loki??? Ok ok ok

Uhhhhhh, could I get something like, domestic but flirty kinda with a fem!reader? Maybe they aren't like, together but they're both dancing around it. And it's written sorta like back in 2012 where we were all just writing Avengers tower found family stuff. It doesn't have to be that exact theme or time frame but you get the ~energy~ I'm going for?

Sry if that's too much I just really like ur writing. I recently read some of ur recent stuff and I'm like omg

hey anon! I'm sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! Tags: fluff, avengers tower au but I’m bringing in other heroes too cause Idk, slice of life, non-powered reader, female reader, first loki fic so pls go easy Word Count: 1578 (issa bby) Firsts

Most mornings at the tower were always incredibly hectic in one way or another. Hundreds of people usually filtered in and out of the lower levels of the building, going about their workday the same way any other business would operate. The upper levels, however, were reserved for any hero that wanted to lie low and have a place to go to after a long day of fighting whatever villain was tormenting the planet or galaxy that day.

You didn’t have any powers. You had the connections and skills to keep all the paperwork that flowed through the office organized. That was your superpower.

Luckily for you, it was a Saturday, and you could relax and take your morning calmly. You could sleep in a bit, take your time in the bathroom– small things that normally were a cause for rushing through. The upper levels of the tower were mostly empty, save for the odd straggler staying for the weekend. The tower was quiet for the most part, so some of the noisier guests were probably still asleep. You meant Scott Lang, for the most part.

Humming to yourself, you stood on your tiptoes to reach for the box of breakfast cereal– something that contained zero nutrition but had lots of sugar. That, combined with a nice cup of coffee (with some chocolate syrup added in for more sugar), it felt like a satisfying enough meal. You were perfectly happy to sit at the gleaming marble kitchen island as you scrolled on your phone. Your eyes were still heavy from the minimal sleep you got, scrolling through several news articles around the world. Even though not very many people were staying at the tower, evil still needed to be defeated, it seemed. Another city blown up, another attempt at an alien invasion, the usual.

“Is that really the healthiest thing?” Loki’s deep voice startled you, your phone dropping to the counter with a cringe worthy clack of metal and glass against marble.

You hadn’t heard him come into the kitchen, his long legs striding over to the kitchen island as he rose an eyebrow at you. You could get used to the superheroes. You could get used to powers being used, and you could get used to Bruce being green. You would never get used to seeing literal gods walking around, however.

“Oh…I-” you stammered, putting your spoon back down in your bowl of cereal as if it had revolted you suddenly. Loki always made your stomach shrink and your cheeks flood with heat, even if he was just merely walking down a hallway or in a meeting that you happened to walk in on. You realized that it was nothing more than a school girl crush, but it was nice to dream. It was weird to see him in a white button down and black tie; midgard clothes didn’t suit him nearly as well as his armour. “I was just..it’s just cereal..” The way his face was pulled into a disapproving look made your words trail off.

“Don’t mortals need something that won’t kill them in the long run?” Loki’s tone seemed to accuse you as you picked up your spoon, preparing to take a bite. Loki was someone that liked the challenge, he liked playing games with anyone he could manipulate into participating. He reached across the counter top, long torso pressing up against the counter and stretching his button down down his collarbone just a bit. You were slightly distracted before you realised that he was reaching for your breakfast, snatching it up with long fingers and plopping the whole thing in the sink.

“Hey! That was mine!” You protested, reaching helplessly forward for your now-trashed breakfast. Loki rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist, a glimmer of bright green flashing over the table and revealing a plate of fruit, eggs, and toast. A glass of orange juice flickered into existence beside it. Your stomach growled just at the sight of it, though you were a bit bitter that the man before you had stolen your original breakfast. Loki gestured to the food before leaning back against the counter and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“And now you have something better, you’re welcome.” His face was pulled into a smug smirk, almost too proud of himself. You pulled the plate closer to yourself, frowning a bit. It was a nice gesture, something Loki wasn’t exactly known for.

“I mean it looks incredible but…why?” You asked, looking up at him. The smell of seemingly freshly cooked eggs made your stomach growl. “Why for me?”

That question seemed to stump the god of mischief, something you didn’t think was possible. He opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again, as if he himself didn’t know how to answer.

“Is it wrong to want to see someone at their best? Something you won’t get with-” he reached over and grabbed the box, reading the name off of it. “Cinnamon toast crunch? What even is that?” He threw the box down, leaning back against the counter. You shrugged, unable to give a proper answer. “Besides,” Loki continued. “Isn’t that what you mortals do for people you care about?”

You had picked up the fork and stabbed into the eggs, revelling into the steam that came off them as if they were fresh off the stovetop- when you froze. Care about? Did…Loki actually care about you? That wasn’t possible, right? He never once paid you any attention outside of here, had he? You gathered your nervous thoughts and glanced up at him, heart hammering in your chest.

“Do you care about me, Loki?” You asked, food suddenly forgotten– only the man in front of you mattered. Loki swallowed, nodding his head and making your cheeks blush harder.

“I do. I’ve had a lot of time to think and…assess.. What I want out of this life. It’s different than what I’m used to, but I know what I want now.” He was still leaning casually, hands still in his pockets. You licked your bottom lip, nodding.

“And that is..?”

“You.” His voice was firm and self assured, as if he had this practised down to the vowel. You weren’t sure how to react, the butterflies in your stomach doing flips. Someone needed to pinch you, surely this wasn’t happening for real, right? Loki looked at you, his face was more…sad. Maybe not sad, you realized. Hopeful. “If you don’t feel the same, however, I can always just–”

“I do.” You cut him off, eyes wide as you rushed to spill the feelings that had been aching in your heart for the longest time. Loki pushed himself off the counter, hands now clasped together in front of him. Breakfast didn’t matter now at this point. You had just told Loki – the Loki, the god of mischief himself– that you cared about him. The silence in the air was almost tangible, like neither you nor Loki knew what to do.

You awkwardly turned to the food, the eggs still steaming like they were fresh even after a good few minutes. A side effect of Loki’s magic, you supposed. Perhaps you could use him for fresh food no matter what, that would be a good relationship perk, you thought. As your amusing thoughts raced through your head, Loki had moved away from the counter, pushing past the kitchen island and moving to stand closer to you. He reached down and gently tilted your head up to look at you, moving quickly and with purpose as he leaned down to gently place a kiss on your lips. It was sudden, and your brain hardly had any time to keep up before you knew what was happening. It was nice, the proverbial fireworks sparking as his lips gently left yours. Loki sat down at the stool next to you, finally at eye level.

“I do have to say, I’m glad we’re finally beyond stepping around each other. I wasn't very fond of it.” A small smile played across his lips. You echoed the same expression, giving a breathy nervous laughter.

“I have to agree.” You grinned, pushing the plate of food a bit further from you so you could scoot closer to him. His knees were spread so yours could fit between them. “I am curious, however,” You started, glancing down and pushing some hair behind your ears. “Out of all the Asgardian women and men you could have, all the mortals here on earth, Gods knows what else out there in the galaxy….why me? I’m surely not that interesting.”

Loki shook his head, reaching for the plate of food and plucking a grape off of it, popping it into his mouth. “When you have access to so many things at once, one tends to go for the more familiar.”

“I’m familiar?” You cocked your head a bit, confused. Loki nodded again.

“You were the first mortal I met when I came to the tower. I had met others, obviously, but you were the first that didn’t…treat me like the monster I am. You stand out in ways that I can’t explain.”

You grinned, eyes locked into his, never realising just how beautiful they are. You cleared your throat, sitting up and straightening out your pyjamas a bit. “Can you do it again?”

Loki frowned. “Do what? The food? Is it not to your liking?” You shook your head, smiling.

“Kiss me.”

#Loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #Loki #fluff

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rebloggingrexan · 2 years

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My Dracula Daily tags

Heyo! Big time Dracula Daily reblogger here (for the moment. i have no clue if i’ll stick with it the whole time, but chances are looking good right now. and i reblog other stuff too, even though Dracula Daily is the laaaaarge majority at the moment). feel free to follow or just to look for certain posts using my tags. like i said, big time reblogger (and i try to stay organized and consistent with the tags!). Draculadailytracker, Cattuladaily, ourgoodfriendjonathan, draculadailyreactions, and atundratoadstool are good blogs to check out too!

SO WHAT ON EARTH IS DRACULA DAILY?

‘tis a daily (kinda daily) newsletter that syncs up to when Dracula characters are doing shenanigans through the year! (or are, uh, not quite shenanigan-ing and are actually quite... dying-ing)

like, literally, it’s the 1897 novel by Bram Stoker we’re talking about here. runs from early May to some point in November idk exactly when it ends and i like it that way

you can sign up HERE and you can check out past installments HERE!

TABLE OF CONTENTS (order of sections)

IMPORTANT TAGS

ART(hur Holmwood) (i kid) (just art)

Quick character tags for convenience (LINKS LEAD TO SPOILERS, but no spoiler characters in this section! hoping to make a separate but more complete [and spoilery] character name masterpost)

BY DATE (the big one!!)

some bonus tags

IMPORTANT TAGS

(and if i miss putting any tags on a post -- or multiple posts! -- absolutely do feel free to pop me an ask or a message pointing them out. i’m trying to be organized here! :p)

• #dracula daily for pretty much all the vampire content, with few exceptions, even if not specifically Bram-Stoker-Dracula-related. if you were already following me before my Dracula Daily hype, you can block this tag. no offense taken lol

• #dracula spoilers is a tag you may want to block; it’s both for things that haven't yet been mentioned in Dracula Daily + posts that have multiple dates on them and are spoilery. e.g. if you want to look at the 3 May posts but there's also a mention of something from 5 May that might be a surprise, i'll toss the spoilers tag on there.

• #dracula important is a handful of posts that are both helpful links to things, such as a podcast that republished their work in the order of Dracula Daily in case you don’t have a chance to read the text itself (can be helpful for the longer entries and busier weeks), as well as posts that give historical context and let you know when Bram Stoker’s being especially racist or sexist in ways that many readers might miss

• #dracula notable (if you want to check this out but don’t want to get spoiled, be sure to check what date everything refers to. that might be in the header of a post or it might be in the tag label.) this tag is a combination of both especially important information (like, okay, Bram Stoker, who are you maligning today and what should we know about that) + simply some of my favorite posts. so, ’tis a mix of serious and goofs!

• #dracula meta is for background information, like how certain things would have been interpreted at the time of Dracula's publishing, info on Bram Stoker's life, his biases (heads up: RACIST RACIST SEXIST XENOPHOBIC MAN alongside other info too), and info on his thought processes. other related non-Dracula-universe info too. (regarding spoilers, same note as with the "dracula notable" tag: check post headers and tags for dates so you don't get spoiled)

(remember! you do not need to know everything about Bram Stoker’s background to read the story! this tag is a big part for fun / interest! really all you need to know is there are some questionable themes and portrayals in Dracula because of Stoker’s negative biases, but, other than that, you can just enjoy it! :) )

• #dd by itself is my non-Dracula Daily reblogs. i started that system and tag name early on and it's a bit confusing if you think about it for half a second, 'specially given my date-specific tags, but eh, it works

MORE TAGS UNDER CUT!

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ART(hur Holmwood) (i kid) (just art)

• #artsy dracula for the sincere and pretty stuff

• #dracula art for teh meems

(note that sometimes posts are tagged as both because yay)

QUICK CHARACTER TAGS FOR CONVENIENCE

(not putting spoiler info here lol) in order of appearance!

• #bram stoker (well, he’s the author and he doesn’t do any fourth wall breaking, but i’ll include him here lol)

• #jonathan harker (our good friend!!)

• #count dracula (you know this guy!)

• #mina murray (our good friend’s fiancée!)

• #lucy westenra (our good friend’s fiancée’s good friend!)

• #dr. john seward (a dude in charge of a psych hospital! [note: you don't have to like him. just know that, for the story's context, he is supposed to be a good guy, even if not necessarily a perfect guy])

• #quincey morris (a cool dude!)

• #arthur holmwood (a dude!)

• #r.m. renfield (a notable patient of Dr. Seward’s!)

(• #matt kirkland (creator of the Dracula Daily newsletter!) )

BY DATE

the format here is "dd (date) (month)," so the start of Dracula Daily and a glut of paprika memes would be "dd 3 may," but here, to make things pretty, i'll just list them without the "dd" at the start.

exceptions so far: • September is “sep,” so 3 September is “dd 3 sep”

(i may not stay on top of updating this list of all the dates, but i’ll still be tagging posts correctly!)

• no date (#ddn) (posts that aren’t spoilery and don’t have any other tag, such as those that also aren’t a “dracula meta” post and don’t relate to a specific day.)

BONUS: APRIL

• 21 April • 25 April • 28 April • 30 April (one queued for 2024 lol)

MAY

( “ &* ” just means “i need to get some entries for this date, either because i reblogged very few posts or because i didn’t reblog anything”)

• 3 May (paprika!)

• 4 May (Jonathan gets a rosary and people are scared for him!)

• 5 May (Jonathan meets the count and is served a tasty chicken!)

• 7 May (discussing the count's property in London + Dracula’s just a little guy reading the Bradshaw’s Guide)

• 8 May (RIP in pepperoni Jonathan's foul bauble of man's vanity [i.e. mirror] + Jonathan sees the Count making his bed + the count talks about his family's history and bloodline [here's a GREAT breakdown on all that!])

• 9 May (Mina chattin' with her buddy Lucy!)

• 10 May

• 11 May (Lucy replies to Mina and informs her of a crush!)

MANY OF THE DESCRIPTIONS HAVE SPOILERS AFTER THIS POINT. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

(remember, you can edit the tags in the url or search my blog for the proper dates' tags manually if you don't want to risk being spoiled by descriptions here. again, format is "#dd (date) (month)", like "#dd 15 may", with "dd" meaning "dracula daily")

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• 12 May (Jonathan is scared of the count and sees the first lizard-like crawling!)

• 13 May and 14 May

• 15 May (🦎 LIZARD FASHION 🦎 and Jonathan is trapped then finds an old-fashioned desk!) (this is one of the exceptions to the “dracula spoilers” tag. often if there’s just mention of the count doing some lizard crawling, i’ll put this date’s tag on there lol. “Once more have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion.”)

• 16 May (the three vampire ladies!)

• 18 May (ruh-roh our good friend Jonathan's not hallucinating!)

• 19 May (our good friend Jonathan is in the toils! [in which he has to write three letters])

• 24 May (COWBO [sic] AND DOCTOR HOURS AND LUCY HAS QUITE THE DAY)

• 25 May (Seward's first podcast installment [poor Renfield] + Quincey invites Holmwood for drinks)

• 26 May (ART! he has news that shall make ears tingle)

• 27 May

• 28 May ( [okay, legit, Jonathan is super racist and also uses two really bad slurs. call those groups Romani instead] Jonathan tries to send some letters with the help of some Romani outside the castle!)

• 30 May

• 31 May (ruh-roh! our good friend’s papers, writing utensils, travel info, and the clothes he traveled in have disappeared!)

JUNE

• 5 June (Dr. Seward talks with his patient Renfield, who’s been collecting pet flies! cute! :) [this is an insect positive blog <3 ] and we’re told we won’t get more Dracula Daily for quite a bit of time :( )

• 17 June ( (Remember to call the locals Romani, not the g- or sz-words Jonathan calls them! those are legit really bad slurs!) some locals deliver items to Dracula’s castle! and Jonathan’s been locked in his room now!)

• 18 June (Jonathan cudgels his brains! and Renfield clears the flies out of his room! ...oh. they were for his new spiders)

• 24 June (Dracula wears Jonathan’s clothes into the nearby towns to pose as him! + Jonathan sees the woman vampires start to materialize through dust! + Dracula kills a child and then kills the child’s mother with a bunch of wolves!)

• 25 June (Jonathan attempts lizard fashion for himself for the first time and sees Dracula... asleep?? well he’s vibing)

• 29 June (Jonathan wishes he could shoot the count and is faced with wolves when he tries to leave!)

• 30 June (SHOVEL WHACK DAY + “Faugh! Mina is a woman, and there is nought in common” + “Good-bye, all! Mina!” [Jonathan attempts his final Castle Dracula escape...] )

JULY

• 1 July (Renfield cleans his pet spiders out of his room and snatches and eats a fly!)

• 8 July (Seward begins unconsciously cerebrating! ...for a while)

• 18 July (Demeter log begins!! the captain and crew are unsettled. and Matt Kirkland -- creator of Dracula Daily -- takes more liberties than usual in his newsletter’s layout)

• 19 July (Renfield has a lot of sparrows and now really wants a cat!! + “A kitten, a nice little, sleek playful kitten, that I can play with, and teach, and feed—and feed—and feed!” + “I only asked for a kitten lest you should refuse me a cat. No one would refuse me a kitten, would they?”)

• 20 July (Renfield eats his birds and Seward comes up with the term zoöphagous!)

• 22 July (Demeter log: a good day! everyone relieved after rough three days)

• 24 July (Demeter log: another man missing, first mate angry at panicking crew + Mina meets with Lucy and enjoys the scenery. Mina and Lucy meet some old men by the shore)

• 26 July (Mina takes comfort in her journal and worries about both Jonathan and Lucy, the latter of whom has restarted an old habit of sleepwalking)

• 27 July (Mina’s worried about Jonathan :( Lucy is doing better, but Arthur’s dad is very sick)

• 28 July (Demeter log: second mate volunteers to watch after four days of a maelstrom)

• 29 July (Demeter log: second mate missing :( )

• 30 July (Demeter log: nearing England, two more men missing; only four people left)

AUGUST

• 1 August (one of the old men who Mina and Lucy met is named Mr. Swales! yabblins! he talks about tombstones. and Mina is still worried about Jonathan :(((( )

• 2 August (Demeter log: another man missing. God seems to have deserted them)

• 3 August (Demeter log: the first mate is convinced It is on the ship and jumps offboard to save himself! + Mina worries and recognizes Jonathan’s letters aren’t quite right)

• 4 August (Demeter log: the captain finally sees Him and ties himself to the ship’s wheel!)

• 6 August (Mr. Swales apologizes for the “wicked things” he’s said of the dead and Mina and

• 8 August (OUR SPEEDY WEATHER-LOVING CORRESPONDENT REPORTS ON THE DEMETER’S LANDING IN WHITBY + the storm doesn’t bother sleeping Lucy and Mina keeps worrying about Jonathan)

• 9 August (our correspondent reports again! this time, the report is about the search for the beloved Clearly Innocent And Harmless Doggo from the Demeter and the Demeter’s origins and cargo)

• 10 August (...goodbye, Mr. Swales :(( + dude kicks his dog at the funeral for the Demeter’s captain! and Lucy is down at the funeral but cheers up after seeing some cows! + Mina does some complaining about the New Woman [seems probably complimentary to our views, but that wasn’t Stoker’s intention] )

• 11 August (some dark figure is spotted in the churchyard behind sleepwalking Lucy! Mina daubs her feet in mud to appear as if she has shoes on and surely it's only a prick from the pin that left the marks on Lucy's neck!)

• 12 August (Lucy still tries to leave while sleepwalking, but she's feeling better! Mina's worried about Jonathan and appreciates Lucy's comforting! + SISTER AGATHA WRITES BY DESIRE OF MR. JONATHAN HARKER)

• 13 August (Sleeping Lucy points at a giant bat out the window!)

• 14 August (Lucy and Mina see a stranger with bright red eyes! + Mina catches Lucy leaning out the window in her sleep!)

• 15 August (Arthur’s dad is feeling better, but Lucy’s mom expects to die soon from a weak heart! A sudden shock would be almost sure to kill her!)

• 16 August

• 17 August (Lucy is weakening and was found leaning out the window! and her safety pin wounds seem to not have healed! + Some deliverymen are instructed on how to leave some boxes at an entirely normal house in London!)

• 18 August (Lucy’s feeling better and recalls a nightwalking event!)

• 19 August (MINA GETS NEWS FROM JONATHAN AND WILL BE SEEING HIM SOON!!! + Renfield dismisses everyone, for the Master is at hand! + the modern Morpheus, C2HCl3O H2O! ...No! None to-night! + Renfield ran to the house neighboring the asylum!)

• 20 August (Renfield’s in a straitjacket and “three nights has the same thing happened—violent all day then quiet from moonrise to sunrise”! Dr. Seward will assist in another escape!)

• 21 August (Deliverymen acknowledge the boxes were delivered!)

• 23 August (Renfield didn’t escape even with purposefully eased security--Hark! The unexpected again! He escaped. and eventually watched a giant bat!)

• 24 August ( (in 2022, accidentally sent as two parts!) HARKER WEDDING HARKER WEDDING HARKER WEDDING + Jonathan gives Mina his journal kept in Castle Dracula + Lucy starts a diary in imitation of Mina... and feels alone :((( )

• 25 August (Lucy’s mom doesn’t let Lucy sleep with her and Lucy is in distress, but she’ll try to keep a cheery face for Arthur...)

• 30 August (Lucy writes a joyful letter to Mina about the time she spent with Arthur, says Arthur called her fat (complimentary), that she’s eating like a cormorant, mentions her mom is feeling better... and announces she and Arthur will wed on 28 September!! [i’m so happy for Lucy ;;A;;] )

• 31 August (Arthur writes to Dr. Seward, asking him to check on Lucy, even though he knows it will be painful for Seward)

SEPTEMBER (a busy month!! hold on!!!)

if you want some audio readings to help stay caught up, scroll down the archives of Cryptic Canticles’s Dracula Daily audio readings to get to any dates you may need)

(note i use “sep” instead of the full “september” in these tags, e.g. #dd 1 sep)

• 1 Sep (Short. Art’s dad not doing well :( )

• 2 Sep (Seward can’t figure out the cause of Lucy’s illness and writes to a past professor and mentor + ‘EYO A CERTAIN DOCTOR -- M.D., D.PH., D. LIT., ETC., ETC. -- HAS ALREADY WRITTEN BACK TO SEWARD)

• 3 Sep (Van Helsing first meets with Lucy and smacktalks Seward right in front of him)

• 4 Sep (Renfield is cringe [as goes the memes] and starts eating flies again, then later denies all interest in zoophagy + Seward telegraphs Van Helsing that Lucy is improving)

• 5 Sep (Lucy improving still more!)

• 6 Sep (Terrible change for the worse. Seward informs Mrs. Westenra of van Helsing’s incoming presence so they can freely come and go)

• 7 Sep (C O R N. CORN! and some of Arthur’s blood is transfused into sickly Lucy)

• 8 Sep (Dr. Seward stays up as Lucy sleeps, Mrs. Westenra doesn’t see the need for the fuss, and Lucy is scared to sleep until Seward reassures her. Van Helsing will join Seward tomorrow morning)

• 9 Sep (Lucy is feeling much better and urges Seward to rest)

• 10 Sep (Van Helsing gently wakes Seward BUT LUCY HAS WORSENED SUDDENLY :(( Dr. Seward transfuses some of his blood into her. she wakes much improved and unaware of what happened. Van Helsing will stay the night with Lucy while Seward goes back to the asylum)

• 11 Sep (garlic flowers!!)

• 12 Sep (Lucy comforted by the garlic flowers)

• 13 Sep (Van Helsing cries after Lucy’s decline from her mother removing the flowers. third blood transfusion, this time from van Helsing. Seward is confused and distressed by the whole ordeal)

• 17 Sep (Lucy’s doing much better + Renfield tries to stab Seward and laps up Seward’s blood that he drew + Van Helsing sends a letter urging Seward to be at Lucy’s but the letter is 22 hours late + THE WOLF AND THE DEATH OF MRS. WESTENRA + “UNOPENED BY HER”: A LOVELY LETTER FROM MINA)

• 18 Sep (in 2022, a clerical error! accidentally sent in three parts. interview with Thomas Bilder the zookeeper who talks about Bersicker (Berserker) the escaped wolf

+ Seward and van Helsing are unsettlingly yet hilariously good at breaking and entering to check on Lucy and her family + QUINCEY MORRIS FOR BLOOD TRANSFUSION AND FOR TOTALLY CALLING IT ON VAMPIRES + Lucy weeps for her mother. later under hypnosis she tries to rip apart her memo about the wolf

+ another “Unopened by her” from Mina. Mr. Hawkins passed away)

• 19 Sep (Seward doesn’t expect Lucy to live in her weakness. Quincey patrols the property and Arthur tries to cheer Lucy)

• 20 Sep (Patrick Hennessey!!! reports the day’s happenings to Dr. Seward. Renfield doesn’t respect Hennessey and escapes to attack men moving boxes on a cart + a trick of the light, Seward says, makes Lucy’s canine teeth appear longer and sharper in her illness. Lucy acts differently toward the garlic flowers depending on if she’s sleeping or awake, Lucy’s throat wounds disappear, van Helsing refuses Lucy and Arthur a last kiss and Lucy is grateful. “We thought her dying whilst she slept, And sleeping when she died.”)

• 21 Sep (Lucy and her mother’s funeral formalities are attended to + van Helsing, naturally, suggests cutting off Lucy’s head + Mr. Marquand isn’t the best at condolences + Arthur cries to Seward and wishes to not be called Lord Godalming)

• 22 Sep (Mina and Jonathan go to Mr. Hawkins’s burial, and later the Count is spotted + Mina gets news of Lucy and Mrs. Westenra’s passing from a Mr. Van Helsing + Lucy and Mrs. Westenra’s burial then Quincey and Arthur depart + KING LAUGH + FINIS)

• 23 Sep (Mina is relieved Jonathan’s doing better, and she decides to read his journal from his time away)

• 24 Sep (Mina types all of Jonathan’s journals, for she recognizes there may be crucial information in them, whether they’re strictly accurate or not + Van Helsing writes to Mina to ask her help)

• 25 Sep (article x2 about the Bloofer Lady + Mina telegraphs van Helsing to meet with her + Mina and her widdle shorthand prank to van Helsing, who ends up praising her profusely + Van Helsing and Mina write to each other to aver Jonathan’s journal is accurate)

• 26 Sep (“Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.” + Jonathan is assured and relieved + CORN: PART 2!! Van Helsing is obtuse to Seward in his wish to be gentle then SLAMS THE NEWS ON SEWARD + tombbreaking and “That only proves one thing ... That it is not there.” + tombbreaking and candle sperm + van Helsing and Seward leaving a child only referred to as “it” in view of a policeman)

• 27 Sep (Dr. Seward and van Helsing again stay the night in the cemetery, where Lucy’s body now lays, and van Helsing decides Arthur must be convinced too + Van Helsing writes a memo of his plan to seal Lucy into her tomb, in case he doesn’t return)

• 28 Sep (Seward realizes van Helsing must be mad)

• 29 Sep (BIG DAY OF HAPPENINGS: Quincey “Laconic” Morris + Arthur, Quincey, Van Helsing, and Dr. Seward meet tumultuously before going to observe Lucy. the observation is a horror especially to Arthur + “nosferatu” + Arthur kills Un-Dead Lucy in a terrible moment + Dr. Seward to Mina about his diary: “You see, I do not know how to pick out any particular part of the diary.” + Mina and Dr. Seward exchange their stories and Mina types Seward’s + Jonathan talks with several people to learn what happened to the Count’s cargo)

• 30 Sep (’nother long day!! Jonathan and Mina spend the night at Seward’s and Renfield asks to be released home + Jonathan talks with more people about the Count’s boxes + Van Helsing loves praising Mina, she meets the rest of the Suitor Trio, and Arthur mourns on her shoulder and sobs to her + Renfield cleans his room before Mina sees him + “Why, I myself am an instance of a man who had a strange belief.” + Quincey “Laconic” Morris: Part 2 + Scholomance mention: Part 1! + 🦇 🔫🤠 + it is decided to leave Mina out of further vampire-related matters)

OCTOBER (another busy month!!)

NOTE: OCTOBER 3 IS THE LARGEST ENTRY, OVER 50 PAGES. MAYBE START READING AHEAD IF YOU WANT. and again, you can scroll through the Cryptic Canticles archives to listen to any dates you need

• 1 Oct (the Suitor Trio, van Helsing, and Jonathan go with Seward to meet Renfield and Jonathan is then ignored [lol] + Renfield civilly insists on his release before breaking down to try and convince Seward

+ Dracula’s home with rats and Arthur’s TINY TERRIER DOGES + Mina is tired and has queer dreams + Jonathan bribes some information from a guy + Renfield doesn’t want souls and also says, “I don't take any stock at all in such matters,” but then sets up to attract more flies

+ Arthur gets a magical time-traveling response about Count de Ville’s manor [Jonathan and Arthur meet with the person who sends the response tomorrow, 2 Oct. oops, Bram Stoker] )

• 2 Oct (Seward gives Mina a sleeping draught to help her restlessness + Jonathan finds the depite and bribes more to learn about the Count’s secound house + a reasonable laconic man is “manifestly a prig of the first water” + Jonathan goes to the Aerated Bread Company (the ABC) a man who was supposed to be watching Renfield “dozes” and then, later, Renfield is in physical peril)

• 3 Oct

(^IT’S THE DAY. IT’S THE 50 PAGE ENTRY, THE LONGEST DAY, 16,000 WORDS)

(Renfield is grievously injured, with his back broken and the right side of his body paralyzed. he talks about the night he first met Dracula, that he knew Dracula was taking Mina’s blood, and how he tried to attack Dracula. Renfield shortly after dies

+ everyone except Mina and Jonathan witnesses Dracula cursing Mina with the Vampire’s baptism -- Jonathan and Mina are in a hypnotized stupor

[+ hehe Van Helsing falls on the floor when breaking down the door]

+ Dracula burned the manuscripts about him and melted the phonograph cylinders, but fortunately Seward’s safe has another copy

+ Mina informs that Jonathan hitting Dracula with a shovel left a scar on the latter’s forehead

+ it’s agreed that everyone must know all undertakings, especially Mina

+ Mina vows she would kill herself if she finds herself possibly acting in a way that might harm those she loves, but Van Helsing urges this must not happen, or else she surely will be a tool for Dracula

+ Van Helsing discusses many of the limits of Dracula’s powers

+ Jonathan wants to stay with Mina during the day as the plan to enter one of Dracula’s properties is undertaken, but Mina insists he go, as his law knowledge maybe useful

+ Van Helsing is overexcited and insensitive about how Dracula “banqueted heavily”

+ awkward forced cheer breakfast

+ Van Helsing tries to bless Mina to protect her, but the Sacred Wafer burns and scars her forehead

+ “It was then time to start. So I said farewell to Mina, a parting which neither of us shall forget to our dying day; and we set out.

“To one thing I have made up my mind: if we find out that Mina must be a vampire in the end, then she shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone.“

+ Van Helsing sanctifies the earth in the Carfax lair and it is made uninhabitable for Dracula

+ “I have written this in the train.”

+ a locksmith opens Dracula’s Piccadilly residence for Quincey and Holmwood, the boxes of there dirt are sanctified, and then Jonathan, Seward, and Van Helsing wait for Quincey and Holmwood to either sanctify the dirt at the additional addresses they found or for Dracula to arrive

+ Seward observes that Jonathan appears to have greatly aged in the single night

+ Scholomance mention: part 2!

+ first mention of “child-brain” and Dracula’s experiments

+ jumpy at the telegraph boy’s knock, who delivers a message from Mina about Dracula hurrying to Piccadilly

+ another knock at the door... and it’s Quincey and Holmwood, who destroyed many more boxes of dirt

+ Seward mentions how his hunting parties with Holmwood and Quincey often had Quincey as the leader and planner

+ BOUNDING IN! IT’S THE COUNT!

+ Jonathan rips at some of Dracula’s loot with his kukri, Dracula tries for an evil monologue then jumps out a window and escapes

+ one box left

+ Quincey lies down as guard in front of the Harkers’ door)

• 4 Oct (Van Helsing hypnotises Mina + Van Helsing through Seward’s phonograph tells Jonathan to stay behind with Mina)

• 5 Oct (HAT OF STRAW DAY + why is van Helsing allowed to narrate [“with blood,” “of blood,” “child-brain”] + Van Helsing himself uses the phrase “the Vampire’s baptism of blood.”

+ Seward and van Helsing are concerned about Mina’s connection to the Count + Mina takes the minutes for one meeting, but then she, Seward, and van Helsing are concered about her connection to the Count and she askes Jonathan to keep her in the dark. “I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.” she is joyful afterward + weapons and transportation are discussed)

• 6 Oct (Mina convinces the men she must come with them + Quincey “Laconic” Morris: Part 3 + Jonathan makes his will to leave everything to Mina if possible, then to “others who have been so good to us”)

• 7 Oct

• 8 Oct

• 11 Oct (Mina asks to be killed if she turns + Jonathan could not bear to record the meeting and Seward himself loses his composure doing so)

• 14 Oct

• 15 Oct (the crew continues waiting for the Czarina Catharine to be sighted. Mina has regained color but mostly sleeps, and hypnotising her at sunrise and sunset has become easier + Judge Moneybag)

• 16 Oct (“Mina’s report still the same”)

• 17 Oct (Arthur talked with the ship owner, a special messenger will keep the group in the know, and Jonathan doesn’t mind being hanged for the murder of the Count or for being forceful against anyone who tries to stop the vampire hunters)

• 18 Oct

• 19 Oct

• 20 Oct

• 21 Oct

• 22 Oct

• 23 Oct

• 24 Oct ( “A whole week of waiting.” + “Czarina Catherine reported this morning”)

• 25 Oct (writing by hand irks Seward, but he’s a good noodle and does so because van Helsing says to + Mina is more lethargic, even if retaining her color, and Seward and van Helsing are suspicious of her + Seward, shut up about euthanasia. it’s good you don’t have your phonograph and weren’t able to ramble about it + Jonathan’s hands are cold as ice and he sharpens his knife + Mina’s sleepiness is more suspicious than usual)

• 26 Oct (Czarina Catherine no longer reported, but there are patches of fog)

• 27 Oct (still no news of the ship, altho Mina’s report has changed to say “the waves are very faint”)

• 28 Oct (Czarina Catherine reported + MINA IS THE TRAIN FIEND + Arthur is surprised they can’t Uber a train + Van Helsing refers to his friend Hans Andersen and talks about duck-thoughts, swan-thoughts, child-thoughts, and man-thoughts + THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP UNSELFISHNESS)

• 29 Oct (the group is taking a train from Varna to Galatz + last night, Mina needed more prodding under hypnosis and then “raised both her hands, palms upwards, as if lifting a weight.” + then she offered tea + her sunset report has changed)

• 30 Oct (LONG EVENTFUL DAY, BUT NOT AS LONG AS OCTOBER 3. Mina answers quickly under hypnotism, then cuts off and pales before waking + Quincey only speaks English and thus stays behind with Mina

+ Van Helsing, Seward, and Jonathan are aided by Mackenzie and Steinkoff [per Arthur's telegraph] and let onboard the Czarina Catherine, which "never had so favourable a run." + the CC's captain [more sailor accent!] further reports the Romanian crewmembers wanted to "heave overboard a big box" and that, in the morning, a man came aboard to receive a box marked for Count Dracula. the captain gives the name Immanuel Hildesheim and Hildesheim's address

+ fez! + Hildesheim sends the group to one Skinsky, whose body was found in the wall of St. Peter's churchyard, throat torn open

+ JONATHAN IS RELEASED FROM HIS PROMISE TO KEEP INFO FROM MINA

+ Quincey gets Mina a “Traveller’s” typewriter and Seward needs to continue writing his journal entries by hand lol

+ Mina shares a clever memo in which she figures out Dracula’s plan and Jonathan finds that super hot and Van Helsing calls her their teacher

+ Arthur and Jonathan plan to follow Dracula by steamboat [Arthur is an “experienced hand” at working a steamboat]; Quincey with Seward to follow by horse; Van Helsing and Mina also to follow by horse

+ Jonathan is wracked with memories of Castle Dracula and of Mina’s predicament. “Have you felt the Vampire’s lips upon your throat?”

+ more sexism in that Mina needs to be saved from seeing certain things :i

+ MINA GETS A GUN MINA GETS A GUN

+ Mina sings the praises of men and money

+ Mina gets a saddle with a movable horn

+ Mina and Jonathan painfully part ways)

• 31 Oct (Jonathan and Arthur continue on their boat through the cold and frighten people on the river + Van Helsing and Mina are in a group, and Van Helsing stocks up on horses while Mina wishes she could be out in the country in different conditions + Mina writes briefly about God and Jonathan)

NOVEMBER (NEARING THE END!!)

• 1 Nov (Jonathan and Arthur pretend to be Romanian authorities, and they get news that a large boat going unusually fast has gone by + Dr. Van Helsing is laconic + Mina can’t abide garlic and calls the locals superstitious)

• 2 Nov (Jonathan was allowed to sleep because he was so exhausted [thank you, Art] + Seward, Quincey, Mina, and van Helsing are busy traveling + Mina frets about her unholy uncleanliness)

• 3 Nov (short entry: Seward hears at Fundu that ship has gone up the Biztritza. and Russian Fashion!)

• 4 Nov (Art is an amateur fitter. ...he wrecked the boat + Mina is chipper and tells van Helsing she’s already eaten. Van Helsing is afraid, afraid, afraid!)

• 5 Nov (Mina again doesn’t eat, and van Helsing and she sit in a circle surrounded by communion wafers as the vampire women taunt Mina. Van Helsing’s and Mina’s horses freeze to death + Seward sees the Romani troupe conveying Dracula + Van Helsing enters Dracula’s castle and kills the vampire women)

• 6 Nov (Mina and van Helsing watch the final showdown through binoculars, Jonathan scares the Romani with his angry anime aura, and two people die)

• 7 Nov (SEVEN YEARS LATER. Art and Seward get married [to each other, naturally, definitely], Mina and Jonathan have a son named after their vampire hunting group, Jonathan still has to focus on praising Mina)

• 9 Nov :)

SOME BONUS TAGS

• prep (posts of people hyping Dracula Daily before it starts!)

• after (recaps, epilogue-ish non-November-7-specific posts, etc.!)

• other (Dracula-related posts that don’t directly relate to the story but may be spoilery for people who haven’t read it yet! like The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolks's posts. also basically a “miscellaneous” tag for posts i can’t otherwise figure out huehue. as of adding this edit, i have one scheduled post with this tag but none currently posted)

• ddn (posts that don’t really relate to any specific day and aren’t spoilery)

NOTE THESE LINKS CAN HAVE SPOILERS. MORE BONUS TAGS:

• "do it eat dracula" for the Best Dracula Theory that Renfield should end the story by eating Dracula

• "dracula is a comedy" for yeah

• (honorary mention of the "speedy correspondent" tag because i love them)

• “dracula without context” for posts that are extra silly or confusing when not attached to a “dracula daily” tag or that simply could have believably been posted without any story context

• “dracula headcanon” is a combination of silly posts as well as posts that genuinely color how i read and understand the story

&*need to figure out:

- day Arthur’s father died; before 20 sep

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MagiHero Yara-san Episode-Issue Titles (TLDW)

TL; DW: Too Long, Didn't Write

TV show or comic book series, I just have to organize MagiHero Yara-san’s stories.

1 - MagiHero Arrival - Part 1

The exciting tale of Yara Santos start when she moves from Brazil to New York. She recently turned 20, and as possibly any young adult, is filled with doubts about how to be and act about everything. As she’s unpacking her stuff on her apartment, she find a 10-color pen with a magical totem attached to it. With a burst of inspiration, she draws ten MagiHero personas. The next day, the MagiHero drawings vanish from the paper sheets and Yara transforms into the Prime MagiHero Priya.

2 - MagiHero Arrival - Part 2

Testing her designed abilities, she finds Batroc the Leaper with a not-so-reliable team, being confronted by Spider-Man and his first team; Iron Fist however is not with them, having departed to K’un L’un to fulfill his duties. After they’re all defeated, Pryia’s powers time out and she returns to normal in a nearby alley. There, Spider-Man invited her to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, but she refuses, pointing she just got her powers and still don’t know if there’s more. Following Spidey’s advice, she visits Doctor Strange, and he explains the totem in her pen contains multiversal energy.

3 - Around the Big Apple with Squirrel Girl

Squirrel Girl comes over to Yara’s apartment to fill in the roommate vacancy, and to thank her, she shows her around New York and S.H.I.E.L.D. and shares some of her experiences in the academy. They end up bumping into the Magicians of the Pride trying to invade the Sanctum Sanctorum (yeah, great idea trying to invade Strange’s home) and along with Stephen, leave it clear they are not welcome.

4 - Purple Rage

Heroes all over New York get involved in scandalous crimes, including Spidey and Ms. Marvel. Determined to find out what happened to her friend, Yara go to S.H.I.E.L.D. and meet Daredevil and The Howling Commandos, developing a crush on Werewolf by Night. Soon, the pattern of crimes have a common facton: the Purple Man. Even though reluctanty to beat up her friends, Yara joins the fight, and as Heliantha, both her and Man-Thing destroy the Purple Man’s facility.

5 - Laufeyson Rise Again

During a visit to the Avengers Tower, Yara overhears from Thor that Loki’s lingering consciouness reencarnated, far earlier than expected. She tags along with both Thor and Thunderstrike (Jane Foster) to find Loki, but once they do, he’s revealed to be a preteen, with no memories of even being Loki or any human memories at all. Jane is skeptical, but Thor sees that as a possible chance to fix their broken bond. However, their bonding moments are cut short by an inasion of the Frost Giants. Seeing no other way he could help his “brother”, “Luke” puts on his helm and his memories flood back. Now as Kid Loki, he helps the Thors defeat the giants, but before he can turn on them, Luke’s consciousness make him stop and retreat.

6 - All About Mutants

Wanting to understand more about mutants like Wolverine, Yara visits the Fantastic Four, and has a chat with Mr. Fantastic about it, meeting also his and Invisible Woman’s children, Franklin and Valeria. The reunion is of course interrupted by a call to action, and fighting beside Wolverine and the Avengers trainee Reptil, they face off against Mole Man and his Moloids, now powered up by HYDRA.

7 - Morbid Bond

Morbius the Living Vampire is shown to be alive and well, even recovering partly his human appearance, and after facing off against the Web Warriors, he lures the Venom symbiote away from Agent Venom, seemingly splitting them forever. Meanwhile, Rhino and Vulture want to use their new animal-shaped armors on missions, but are still considered too unexperienced to do so (kinda weird telling this to former mutated villains, right?). Yara feels bad for Flash’s situation, but after they talk, she realizes Venom is still bonded with him, pointing that he might have left him to protect him. After some thought, even heavily weakened, Flash goes with Yara in her Mona form, Rhino and Vulture to where the Web Warriors find Morbius. He forces Venom to bond with him, and puts the new adaptations he made to proof… until it refuses to attack Flash and ejects the Living Vampire, bonding with his friend again, bringing Agent Venom back. Morbius is arrested, Spider-Man puts Rhino and Vulture into mission training and Flash is happily reunited with Venom once more. For now.

8 - Date Tripper

Yara gets a letter from Werewolf by Night and is excited to read he’s asking her on a date. Squirrel Girl is happy for her, but also worried something might go wrong; after all, it is her roomie’s first date. Around the next day, Jack Russell arrives in human form to pick Yara up and they talk during a walk about things they like to do; Yara however stops many times to help people across the city, especially children. Around night time, they have dinner in a regular place, and as Jack explains his origins to her and how it was Blade who “pushed him” to ask her out, he admits it was a wise move, because it’s been actually really long since a girl showed genuine interest in him as a person, and Yara was not just pretty, but kind and understanding. Their date is interrupted by Absorbing Man and Shriek (unlikely combination, right?), and Werewolf by Night and Yara in her Lucia form gives them their just desserts. Sitting under the moon light, Jack tells Yara she should accept herself the way she is, because she’s a wonderful person and he actually enjoyed being pushed to this date, but this doesn’t keep them from wrapping up their first date with a kiss.

9 - Space Oddity

Nova is passing by Earth with the Guardians of the Galaxy, and they catch a glimpse of the Collector’s ship hovering above the planet. Squirrel Girl then calls Sam to tell him about the Black Order, but the call is cut short. Nova flies to New York and finds Yara in her Ragya form, Rhino and Speedball fighting against Black Dwarf and Corvus Glaive. Sam manages to get them out of Corvus’s weapon reach and they retreat to the Guardians’ ship. Yara is worried about her roomie and friends, and the Guardians are still pondering what were the chances of the Black Order resurging thanks to Adam Warlock. As they enter the Grand Master’s ship, they find Supergiant seeking for Thanos’ particles around the Earth, and both the Collector and the Grand Master trapped in the very pods they kept the heroes in during the Contest of Champions (talk about karma!). It all culminates in a big battle among our heroes, the Guardians, the Black Order and every hero Gigabyte, the Technopatic MagiHero frees from stasis. After a vow about the Mad Titan’s return, the Black Order retreats and the Elders of the Universe leave Earth (but not before Yara has a talk with the Collector and gives him a flower. Aw, that’s nice).

10 - The Runaways - Part 1

In Los Angeles, a group of teenagers and a pre-teen make their way to the subway, escaping from Cloak and Dagger. One of them opens up a map and trace their route to New York. The next day, Yara and Doreen are visiting Glorian, following a tip from Hulk; this interdimensional artisan is in fact the creator of Magihero’s totem, but he’s confused over how it ended up on Earth and took such a different shape; he does give some valuable advice about the multiversal energy he used on it, even opening the possibility of MagiHero opening portals to other worlds. The girls are called back to Earth by Cloak and Dagger, who inform them about a group of Los Angeles criminals they’re seeking. Squirrel Girl goes with them, and Yara finds a crying girl in the park. Her name is Molly Hayes and she lost her Doop doll and got separated from her friends. They are surprised by Wolverine’s fight with Juggernaut and Molly, excited to see her hero, jumps to fight him, revealing herself as a mutant. After recovering her doll on the ground, they’re teleported out of there by a goth girl, and as they appear in an alley, Molly reunited with her friends, who are revealed to be the criminals Cloak and Dagger are looking for: the Runaways. They’re not that okay with Molly befriending Yara, sure they can’t trust anyone, but she’s sure her new friend’s reliable; Molly then explain their parents did the crimes they’re being seeked for, and as they talk about the Pride, Yara recognize the Magicians from the time they tried invadir Doctor Strange’s house. Understanding they have an enemy in common, A-Wild agrees to cooperate with Yara to track down the rest of the Pride. Their reunion is crashed by Squirrel Girl, Cloak and Dagger, but Yara stops their fight with her Nyara form, and the Runaways escape. Dagger is furious at her, but Yara defends the Runaways. Cloak’s taken by the Outcasts of the Pride, who manipulate him to take everyone to their hideout.

11 - The Runaways - Part 2

Yara, Squirrel Girl and Dagger wake up in a mystical-like room, observed by six couples; she immediatly recognize the Magicians and the Outcasts, and understands they’re in fromt of the Pride themselves. They demand her to bring their children to them, so they can convince they’re doing this for their own good; in exchange, they’ll free Cloak. Understanding their manipulative nature, Dagger agrees for now, but once they’re out of there, she tells Yara and Doreen to look for the Runaways while she’ll find out what’s really going on. Squirrel Girl’s furry pal Tippy Toe track down the heroes on an out-of-buisiness motel, and although ready to fight, Molly insists they listen to Yara. Unable to lie, Yara admits the Pride wants them, and Arsenic explain their side of the story; at the same time, Dagger investigates about the Pride through S.H.I.EL.D.: Alex Wilder (A-Wild), Chase Stein (Talkback), Gertrude Yorkes (Arsenic), Nico Minoru (Sister Grimm), Karolina Dean (Lucy in the Sky) and Molly Hayes (Bruiser/Princess Powerful) always hang out together once a year while their families took part on some charity event; one day, they invaded the event only to find out it was a sacrificial ritual for some entities called Gibborim. Unable to save the girl, the kids decide to expose the Pride’s atrocities to the police. However, as they look for evidence, some of them discover their powers. Molly is taken by the Rpide and they threaten the kids until her mutant abilities are awaken. As before, Yara and A-Wild agree to cooperate to defeat the Pride; they “surrender” to Dagger and Alex’s parents come over through a portal; they explain the Gibborim existed before any other entity and demanded their sacrifices to get their servants closer to save humanity from its own stupidity, and even to live forever; Squirrel Girl’s furry friends give them the signal, but the Pride already knew about their plan, and trapped Gravity, Vulture and Kid Arachnid. Yara transforms into Ragya and leads the battle against the now-assembling Pride. Molly is overpowered by Gertrude’s parents, but Wolverine joins the party, saving her and helping the team win the battle and free their friends. The Pride retreats through a portal, and although thankful for their help, the Runaways do not want S.H.I.E.L.D.’s help, still unsure they can trust much people; however, Alex do hope they can work together with other heroes, and Yara assures they’re never alone, as they start looking for a new hideout.

12 - Deadpoolades

While getting a computer call from her family in Brazil, Yara tells her grandmother Rose and her uncle Gabriel what’s new without really telling the superheroic stuff: she found a roommate, new friends, a guy that likes her and might soon look for a part-time job. Their chat is cut short when her room is invaded by Deadpool, and he drags her into a chase by stealing her 10-color pen and opening a portal with it, the totem changing to suit Deadpool’s crazy personality. Annoyed by the Merc with a Mouth, Yara follows him through the portals he open and pass by Asgard, the Howling Commandos’s Monster Truck, the Avengers Tower and ends up in Peter Parker’s house. Lucky for her, Spider-Man and Scarlet Spider intercept Deadpool. Peter explains what he went through with this guy, and while they discuss over moral and how annoying each other think they are, Yara wants to find out how he unlocked the portal-opening power. Retrieving her pen, she turns into Pryia, and Deadpool points out the fabric of reality has lots of strings some people like him can manipulate; in this universe, Peter Parker has this power too. However, he tells Yara someone so unexperienced with “awareness” couldn’t possibly learn with the master or help him track down the Wise Men of the Pride; the mention is enough for Yara to want in on that mission. Scarlet and Spidey tag along with them, Peter watching the Merc with a Mouth closely to avoid him getting to Yara’s mind or nerves. While traveling through different locations with the totem’s power, and training Pryia’s awareness with fantasy world traveling, Deadpool finds his “targets” in a bunker, contacting the Pride while revealing to be expecting him to come; Peter accuses Deadpool of working for the Pride and bringing them there as the actual targets, but he could not care less for Spidey’s nagging. The Wise Men then reveal their reward to be “better than money”, offering Deadpool to join their Gibborim cult; he doesn’t take it well, and joins the heroes to beat the mad scientists. In a fantasy battle filled with crazy imagination traps, Spidey, Deadpool and Pryia beat the Wise Men. Deadpool isn’t able to finish them however, as the MagiHero switched his weapons with toys; Deadpool laughs at that, while Scarlet is just confused about what the heck just happened, Spidey and Yara winking at each other.

13 - A Spidey Kind of Halloween

Halloween arrives at New York, and many heroes are invited to the Avengers tower to party the whole night. Yara refuses to go with Squirrel Girl because she’s not much of a rave person, and justify her costume picking to Jack Russell as a thing she always did on Halloween, even without trick-or-treating in her country. Spider-Man overhears that while passing by her window and lets go of his plans of sneaking into the Avengers’ party (they didn’t sent him an invitation again. Why, just why?) and takes her on her first trick-or-treating adventure. While they follow a group of trick-or-treaters and get some candy themselves, Spidey shares some creepy super stories about Scarlet Spider’s nightmare demons, a interdimensional travel with Dr. Strange and Gravity and Echo testing out a urban legend; by the end of the trick-or-treating route, Yara connect the dots to find out the three stories happened in the same day. When they get back to Yara’s home, Jack is watching her horror anime collection with Rhino, Vulture, Squirrel Girl and Speedball (confirmed couple!), and they tell the party was crashed by some “weird bug lawyers” and Blade actually beat them all up single-handedly. They wrap up the night with a cool scary movie sleepover.

14 - Vote for Jameson

Squirrel Girl and Yara are hanging out around the mall, and after getting a flyer annoucing J. Jonah Jameson’s run for mayor, Yara speaks out loud of how much she dislikes him, recalling the time she went jobhunting at the Daily Bugle and he ripped off her Spider-Man plushie’s head. Sure it wasn’t wise to bring a plushie when jobhunting, but she was frightened as heck of not succeeding, and that plushie was a gift from her rockstar father. Nearby their table, they meet Jameson’s son John, who’s worried about his father’s candidacy, not just for the Spidey-hating reputation he built, but because apparently he’s been influenced by a group of people to write harrowing anti-hero propaganda. Unlike his father, John doesn’t hate Spidey; in fact, he’s eternally grateful for him saving his life, and doesn’t want him or any of the superheroes around town to get into trouble. Even not wanting to help J. Jonah, Yara and Doreen inform their finding to Nick Fury, and he sends two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D to infiltrate Jameson’s operation with Doreen and John; by Squirrel Girl’s insistence, Yara joins in too, using her MagiHero Gigabyte to help uncovering any viable evidence. They find the Thieves of The Pride are the ones planting bad ideas on Jameson’s mind in order to locate the Runaways and prevent any superhero to get in their way. When the agents and the heroes are surrendered, John reveals to still have some Man-Wolf abilities, freeing everyone and convincing his father that these methods will only bring more problems to New York; hating Spider-Man is no excuse to spread hatred everwhere else. Even though not changing his mind about Spidey completely, Jameson listens to John and the Thieves retreat before they can do anything to stop them. Later, as the girls ponder about the Pride’s nest step, Jameson appears on the screen, announcing his candidacy without attacking any superheroes, including Spidey for once.

15 - Robot Riot

During a visit to Stark Industries with Rhino, Yara observe Iron Spider work non-stop in his new blueprints. Suddenly, they’re attacked by one of the mech weapons in exposition, being saved by Iron Man himself. Tony reveals his sore loser rival Justin Hammer somehow got tecnopathic abilities and has stolen most of his armors’ parts and weaponry. Hammer reveals himself in one of Stark’s screens and gloats about his new powers provided by his “new benefactors”, which Yara knows for sure are the Pride. After she assures tow can play that game and turns into Gigabyte, they all make their way to the academy, following a call from Vulture: all the security grids were deactivated and the villains were escaping, except for Doc Ock. Hammer offers him to join his side, but when the egos collide, he shortcircuit his nanotechnology, turning Ock back to his hairy, scarred face self. Gigabyte face off against Hammer while Iron Man and the others help surrendering the villains and restoring the system, Gigabyte times out in the worst possible time, but before Hammer can harm Yara, Ock provides a distraction so they can escape. Out of Hammer’s sight and reuniting with the others, Yara feels ashamed for failing, but being encouraged by Tony and Amadeus, she recalls another technological hero than can help, and accepts Ock’s idea of a change of strategy. Hammer expands his technopatic ability in New York, and clearly is losing his mind with it. Now as the Fighter Robot Starshine, Yara face off against Hammer once more, helped by Rhino, Iron Man and Iron Spider. With combined EMP power, they defeat Justin and rip the Pride’s technopath armor apart, not that it helps with his sanity. Hammer is taken to the asylum, Ock goes back to prison (after getting his nanotechnology restored and a thank you kiss on the cheek by Yara), and Yara helps the Academy students to set everything back to normal.

16 - The Wrath of K’un Zi

Doreen and Yara are hanging around the apartment, talking over rent paying; Yara still feels a bit unsure about her roommate paying her rent by herself, and still wants to find a job to help as well, even though Doreen really don’t see it as a big issue. Their talk is interrupted by an unexpected visitor outside: Nova burst through the window with an injured Iron Fist, and is followed by a female ninja that has no name, due to very racist ancient rules of the Capital Cities of Heaven. While recovering quickly, Danny explains K’un L’un was for years being threatened by K’un Zi, due to a misfortunate incident caused by the previous Iron Fist, his grandfather Orson Randall: he accidentaly killed K’un Zi’s champion due to his war trauma. Now, Davos the Steel Serpent is leading an all-out attack on K’un L’un, and although the rebellion leaded by his tutor Lei-Kung the Thunderer suceeded for a while, Danny knew he had to call help from outside. They all rush back to K’un L’un to find the Steel Serpent himself talking to HYDRA, recalling their plan. Reuniting with all the female rebels in very fashionable disguises, Yara and Doreen sneak into K’un-Zi to rescue Lei-Kung, but obviously Squirrel Girl doesn’t go unnoticed (*cough* tail giveaway). Yara turns into Ragya and the female squad wipes the floor with Steel Serpent’s army. The Thunderer then reveals Davos is his son, and his plan would cause an obliterating chain reaction on all Capital Cities of Heaven. Steel Serpent ignores his father and adoptive sister’s pleas to stop, and blames it all on the Iron Fist legacy: he was banned from the city for not surrendering after losing to Danny’s father Wendell Rand and challenging the dragon Shao-Lao for his own rules. Iron Fist then challenges Davos to battle, while The Thunderer and the female rebellion help protecting K’un L’un from HYDRA and Nova, Yara and Squirrel Girl take over the kamikaze plane before it crashes on the city. Iron Fist is victorious, Steel Serpent becomes a prisoner and The Thunderer supports Danny on the decision to long-due erase the sexist policies of all Capital Cities. Before Yara and Doreen leave with Nova, Danny ask his friend to give Misty Knight a letter from him if she ever returned to New York.

17 - Guests And Beasts

During a calm night, Yara follows the instructions of an invitation to a fancy party on the Dakota Apartments, which is already a big geeking point for her due to her horror movie appreciation. Vulture is there already, having come alone due to Rhino putting all his focus on obsessively upgrading his armor. As they get in, Ant-Man, She-Hulk, Falcon, Power Man and Vision are there. While they wonder over the reason for this random inviting, their mysterious host is revealed as a eccentric woman by the name of Rachel Oskar, with a fascination for heroes and their weaknesses; as lights go out for the first time that night, all guests hear whispers from all sides, and Yara desperately try finding the source of those. When the lights are on again, Oskar is gone, and the heroes stare at each other in defiance, except for Vision. As tension rises among the “suspects”, which Yara finds confusing since they haven’t even heard of that lady, she and the android find a secret passage and accidentaly send all heroes to separate hallways. Yara starts hearing the whispers again about Vision being a threat in general for being an android that acted human, and almost gives in by transfoming into Gamma, until Kid Loki appears and snap her out of it. Turns out he’s the true responsible for Rachel Oskar’s mystery party, but she proved to have grown stronger than he recalled, and actually imprisoned him in a secret room of that magical madhouse. She’s actually a goddess called Ratatoskr, who enjoys causing discord between all races with her manipulative whispering. With Kid Loki’s unusual help, Yara and Vision find and save all guests: Vulture was surrounded by frightening versions of his parents and his past self, Power Man and She-Hulk were stuck in a shrinking room, and Falcon and Ant-Man fought each other for their way out. Rachel Oskar reappears once everyone is there to stop Sam and Scott, and she reveals her monstruous giant squirrel form. With all heroes’ efforts combined, Ratatoskr gets trapped and all her illusions and destruction are reverted. Kid Loki departs before anyone can thank him, Falcon and Vision take the goddess of chaos to Thor and Yara and Vulture can only hope that next time they’re invited to a mystery party, they know why and if it’s not a trap.

18 - Fierce Feline

Nighttime in New York; Spider-Man and Scarlet Spider are supervising a student’s first patrol: Maya Lopez aka Echo, a martial arts expert with photographic reflexes that would make Taskmaster both proud and scared. They find a mysterious white-haired lady stealing a bank after seemingly foiling the Wrecking Crew’s attempt to do so; she introduce herself as Black Cat, and easily avoid Echo’s attacks to her shock; things get worse when Spidey and Scarlet get trapped into the bank vault, and Felicia takes the credit for stopping them. Meanwhile, at Yara’s apartment, she reads over and over the letters she get every week from Werewolf by Night, and Squirrel Girl thinks it’s about time they go on another date. Their chat is cut by Maya knocking on the window, and as she explains the situation, she is still upset that none of her moves worked; like Hawkeye, she never miss. As the girls come to S.H.I.E.L.D Academy the next day, Spider-Man is talking to Dr. Strange about what Ben and him found about Black Cat: she’s the daughter of famous cat burglar Walter Hardy, and along with years of martial arts training and acrobatics, she possess tychokinesis, which is the power to affect probabilities, or on other words, cause “bad luck” to anyone that stands in her way. Yara is both amazed and worried over such a power existing and wonders if there’s even a way to stop it; Echo wants to know that too, decided to get revenge on that bad kitty; Scarlet Spider however advise her that this is not the right attitude to have. That night, Squirrel Girl and Yara in her Lucia form are waiting with Scarlet for White Tiger; and she has a plan to corner Black Cat in her own bad luck. They manage to track her down, and their strategy of avoiding possible incidents seem to work, until Echo charge aginst her from the nearest alley. The two fight until Black Cat immobilize her opponent and gets clawed in the face by White Tiger. A news helicopter film the whole incident and a tabloid revolving heroes going rogue against the new hero on NY is launched the next day. Maya is very disappointed at herself for being so careless and blind to the consequences, and Spider-Man keep alert for the progress of both this newsflash and Black Cat’s trails. Yara and Doreen try comforting her, but it’s only when Ava Ayala points out how Spider-Man prevented her from making a deadly mistake that Echo understands it’s not too late; she asks White Tiger for help, wanting to make things right. As the sun starts to set, Black Cat contacts her benefactor before she’s challenged once more by Echo, while Lucia stands by presumebly as their “judge”. Following White Tiger’s advice, Maya clears her mind of revenge and anger and focus on her objective, always watching out for any possible opening to attack and any possiblity on her surroudings. Scarlet get amateur footage by the Wrecking Crew themselves of Black Cat’s true actions on that night at the bank, and anonymously gives the truth to the news. As the fierce fighters take their battle to Broadway, the Daily Bugle report the truth all over the city, and Black Cat is defeated in battle by Echo. She’s not arrested for long, as she sneaks her way out by causing a pointless fight between civilians, but Spider-Man is already alert for this, and S.H.E.I.L.D. is informed to keep watching for her. Yara congratulates the team for the success of the mission and Ava suggest she join the Academy, but she asks for a little more time to think about that.

19 - Winter is Coming

Captain America is on a recognition misssion with the to-be Avenger Humberto Lopez aka Reptil, flying over Canada to find out about H.Y.D.R.A.’s new plan. Their plane is attacked, not by enemy fire, but by dozens of clawed creatures, which are soon identified as Wendigos. As news of Cap’s disappearence spread across New York, Reptil returns to the Avengers Tower, Yara and Squirrel Girl being there for a visit. The boy is visibly shaken by the experience, and Iron Man decides to send a squad to find Cap: Hulk is chosen to lead the team, due to his experience with Wendigos, and in a tease that backfires, Hawkeye suggest they take Yara with them. Back to Canada, Cap finds out the Pride’s Colonists and Magicians scheming to enhance the Wendigo King’s amulet abilities to put the world into submission to the Gibborim, since the original Wendigo has been destroyed. Before he can act, the Winter Soldier invades their facility and uncovers Cap’s hideout, demanding to stay out of his way and mission. As the Avengers rescue team formed by Hulk, Hawkeye, Reptil, Ms. Marvel and as an extra, A-Bomb, arrive at the last location of Cap, Yara transforms into Lucia and use her teleporting ability to distract the incoming army of Wendigos. Captain America and Winter Soldier battle the Pride’s couples, Steve still trying to reach for Bucky and actually being glad that he’s still alive, and Winter Soldier aiming to retrieve that necklace for H.Y.D.R.A.’s benefit. Just then, Hulk and Hawkeye storm their way into the hideout, and Cap ask them to not hurt Bucky. Lucia is hiding with Ms. Marvel and Reptil, needing a new plan to keep the Wendigos’ fangs out of their reach; with Therizinosaurus claws, Lopez traps the white-furred army under chunks of ice and starts digging their way into the Avengers’ location, but not before Kamala gets her leg clawed; knowing it won’t be long before she starts changing, she pulls Reptil and Yara into the tunnel. Things aren’t looking so good for our heroes, for the Colonists use the amulet to call the Wendigos, including the transforming Ms. Marvel. Yara and Retil arrive in apparently the worst time, but quickly thinking, MagiHero asks Cap for the shield and transforms into Lucia once more, distracting the Magicians while Reptil frees the Avengers and they take on the colonists. Winter Soldier is tempted to take the amulet, but as he see captain America about to be clawed by an incoming Wendigo, he chooses to destroy it, undoing the curse on all the white furballs. As the Pride retreats, Cap congratulates Yara and Reptil on their teamwork, while Kamala deeply regrets almost turning her hero into a Wendigo. As he reflects on Winter Soldier’s decision with optimism, Yara just can’t wait to get home and get something warm to eat and wear.

21 - Dazzling Night

It’s the end of fall season, and Spider-Woman leaves her symbiote under Agent Venom’s care as she leaves for “girls’ night”, picking up along the way Dagger and Squirrel Girl. Doreen insists Yara come with them, pointing that “she needs some girl time after spending so much time with the boys”. Mary Jane has great plans for them: thanks to Harry, she got them tickets to see Dazzler, the mutant pop star, in concert. Yara however isn’t comfortable with the idea, not being able to be in noisy places for very long; also, she didn’t get any letters from Werewolf by Night lately, and she misses him dearly. As they take the Spider-Jet to Japan, the show is crowded, and Yara really doesn’t wanna get in; however, as she sees three familiar faces among the crowd, she leads the girls to follow those faces until the lights go out. Someone enter the stage, and it isn’t Dazzler, but Emma Frost. She immediatly starts attacking the crowd, and since Mary Jane doesn’t have her powers at the moment, Dagger leads the girls into attack. Yara transforms into Magenta, the rockstar MagiHero, in her magical girl form, and provides some wicked keytar action to help in the attack, but they’re foiled by Emma’s telephatic powers, and almost attack each other, being stopped by Lucy in the Sky, Princess Powerful and Sister Grimm. Before they leave the stage as the crowd starts waking up, Magenta frees Dazzler from her captivity. As she explains that Frost is planning to start a mutant utopia and she’s been trying unsuccessfully to stop her, Yara wonders about the rest of the Runaways. Molly explains A-Wild and Talkback have been arguing a lot over morality and decisions, and that they actually sneaked out with Gertrude covering up for them. The girls put their minds together to find a way to stop Emma’s destructive ability, and as Yara gets to know about Dazzler’s powers, she finally provides a plan. With the girls disguised as band members and Magenta in her rockstar form, Dazzler face off against Emma in an explosion of music and light. Frost at first seems to have the upper hand, but as she gets attacked by the heroes from all sides, she’s forced to use her diamond ability, this preventing her from using telephatic powers. Dazzler finish her off with a sonic blast, rendering Frost unconscious after a frequency that could crack her surface. As the Japanese cheer for their heroes, Yara admits she wore ear protectors before the attack started, due to the intensity. Dazzler isn’t offended, and in fact points out she did that as well when she first tried her abilities. As the show restarts, Dazzler and Magenta, accompanied by the girls, perform together a song for Yara’s loved one; the Web Warriors, Avengers, New Warriors and even the Howling Commandos tuned into the live transmission to see the show.

22 - The Bride of Morbius

The Howling commandos is contacted by Nick Fury, who has some harrowing news for Werewolf by Night: his niece Nina Price aka Vampire by Night, member of the second Commandos team, was seen with Morbius the Living Vampire. Thanks to Squirrel Girl’s pals, Yara finds out her boyfriend is on town, so she runs to the Academy and find him comforting his sister Lissa, Nina’s mother. Since she grew up with Jack and was one of the closest to him in his first werewolf incidents, Lissa is still protective of her brother, and starts suspecting the love Yara feels for him is merely a crush (she’s also worried about her being too young for him, but Yara is 20). Convincing Nick he’d protect her and promising Lissa he’d bring Nina home, Jack and the Howling Commandos leave on the Monster Truck. They find him at Oscorp, after being lured by Nina herself, and she turns into her white wolf form to confront her followers. Yara turns into Nyara to fight her, but Lissa stops her, trying to reason with Nina. Morbius points out he has opened his eyes to things science can’t explain; in other words, he’s been messing with magic and the power of mesmerizing, thanks to Dracula. He points out not only his “to-be bride” has potential in being a gratifying partner, but also possessing two types of monster powers makes her a great test subject. Nyara is disgusted by his attitude and is not afraid to speak her mind, even letting out she can’t believe she found him cute the first time she saw him. After leaving them with nina, and the team is surrounded, Jack feels tempted to rage out as a werewolf, but Blade provides an easy way out of there. As they chase the Living Vampire in the Monster Truck, Lissa and Yara have a serious talk about their families and relationships. As the Monster Truck is plummeted to the ground by Dracula’s vampire lackeys, the king of vampires himself is both impressed and dubious about Morbius’s power weaponizing ideas; during the battle, Jack Russell can’t hold back his troubled mind, and after asking everyone to step back, unleashes full werewolf rage, fighting the Living Vampire off with all his strength. After his fury is all burned out, Yara approach him, even though he tries to ask her not to do it; as she assures she’s willing to do what it takes to both help him and make things work, Lissa sees her feelings towards her brother are true. Dracula interrupts their moment presenting his improved lackeys, leaded by Morbius and Vampire by Night. Lissa tries reaching for her again during the battle, and as Jack reaches for his niece’s hand, she remembers when they actually met for the first time and snaps out of her hypnotized trance, wiping the floor with Morbius and helping the Commandos win the battle. As both vampires retreat when day arise, Lissa apologizes to Yara for doubting her, and both of them, including Nina, agree that it hurts them that Jack doesn’t really keep in touch; it’s a promise Werewolf by Night will keep working in.

23 - MagiHero’s Amazing Fantasies

While visiting a children’s hospital, Yara enjoys being in both a quiet place and a place with kids to talk with; she loves children to the point where she stops things she does to try comforting one that’s crying. When she sees a bunch of children gloomy in a room, the nurse explains they couldn’t schedule with any local superheroes to spend some time with them; she offers to help, but because of usual boring hospital procedures, she can’t really fill in the blanks. Yara’s upset about that, especially because of all the sad children, but then Reptil, who just came back from a field trip with another group of kids, convince the nurse to let her do it, explaining she’s as much of a hero as he or any of the others are. As she greets all of the kids, she explains her powers are only for serious trouble, but she have indeed some great stories to tell. Using a puppet show stage and some random dolls, she tells the stories of Spider-Man and Patrioteer’s friendship (Insect Man and Tin Pal), Werewolf by Night’s origins (Puppy Boy) and one of her favorites, the time when Squirrel Girl helped Hulk defeat Abomination, this one not requiring a nickname. Unknown to her, Doreen just happened to pass by and listen all three of the stories and her clapping calls her attention and the excitement of every single child. The nurse is visibly satisfied with Yara’s work and wants to call her sometime again that week to tell more stories; of course she takes the job, but later at home, she starts worrying about not having anything else to tell the kids, having only told the stories she could remember by the time. Squirrel Girl then recalls the many things she accomplished over the year, and assures she might have more to tell than she thinks. Later in the week, Yara transforms into Gamma, Ragya and Priya, this time telling about her own adventures, still with nicknames for most heroes and villains though: the time when she and the Thors met Kid Loki (King and Queen Lightning and Chaos Boy), her space adventure with Nova and the Guardians of the Galaxy (Star Prince and the Guardians) and her first encounter with Deadpool (Red Joke). The kids clearly recognize the heroes and villains, and one of them is admired she got to hang out with so many superheroes, and that actually made her one; but Yara replies that not all heroes have powers, and that it depends on how we use what we have to help people. After leaving the hospital, Squirrel Girl ask her how things went, and she’s happy to announce they want to see MagiHero again to hear more of her adventures.

24 - The Mole (Rise of the Gibborim) - Part 1

Doreen and Yara wonder about the future and Yara wished she could make her choices as easily as she made friends. Out of a sudden, they’re visited by Alex and Nico through a portal; they need MagiHero to help them track down a secret agent from the Pride, only known by his codename, “The Mole”; he’s been helping their parents to get the items needed for a ritual that’ll bring the Gibborim to their reality. Squirrel Girl stays at the apartment while Yara follow them, through every corner of the city, trying to find any clues. As they reunite with the other Runaways, Molly’s excited to see Yara again and present her to their dinosaur friend Old Lace, created by Arsenic’s parents. As the Runaways assemble the clues they gathered during all the time they’ve been in New York, Yara helps them triangulate the exact possible location of the Pride’s rite (even though math isn’t really her strongest point). As they make their way to the One World Observatory, Molly tells Yara everything that happened since the last time they met at the Dazzler show: Alex apparently has stopped interacting with the team unless they’re fighting agianst criminals, and they have defeated lots of those lately; so much that Captain America and Nick Fury are both interested in training them. Familiar with the indecisive feeling, Yara admits she also doesn’t know what to choose for her future, since many times she had big expectations frustrated. Their chat is cut when Alex is taken away by two mysterious figures, and the Runaways can only find his glasses. Helped by Old Lace, Gertrude finds a missing piece of their evidence trail and starts getting suspicious. As she convinces the team to take a different direction to find Alex, the Pride is observing their every move, and everything seems ready to bring their masters back.

25 - Prideful (Rise of the Gibborim) - Part 2

Following Gertrude’s direction, the Runaways formulate an invasion plan that can save Alex and stop the rite from happening. Squirrel Girl calls Yara, telling her lots of weird things are happening across town, and in fact, Vulture just got his arm broken. Nico sense her evil parents’ presence and Yara promises to call Doreen later. Each of the Runaways break into the top of the observatory, reaching for the items of the rite, but their plan is foiled when Alex appears in front of them and reveals to be the Mole; he convinced himself that serving the Gibborim might be more worth it than saving the world from the Pride, ergo, he started to secretly help his parents get the very items the team was hoping to retrieve. Yara is stunned by his betrayal and the Runaways prepare to battle, but the Pride already started to conjure their evil masters, and surrender the heroes. Three different portals open across New York, and the Pride approach one of them outside the observatory; making the heroes watch; a giant arm appears and destroys Yara and Doreen’s apartment. With a turmoil of feelings bursting in her mind, Yara snaps and without even transforming, her totem liberates her MagiHero powers to free the Runaways and defeat the Pride; as she gives in to brutality, punching Alex in the face, it isn’t until Molly calls for her that she snaps back into reality, her totem’s powers diminishing. Alex’s parents greet their masters to their realm and place their son as a sacrifice, betraying his trust. As Alex is destroyed, Nico finds a way to seal them back again and with the combined efforts of the Runaways, and the totem’s lingering energy on Yara’s being, they seal the three portals at once. As the Pride retreats, and the Runaways are greeted as heroes, Yara looks in fear and sadness towards her destroyed home, fearing this wasn’t a complete victory.

26 - What’s Eating Yara Santos?

It’s been a week after the supposed Rise of the Gibborim: the ancient entities were once more sealed away, and the Runaways are called heroes in New York. Yara however is visibly shaken by the incident, feeling guilty for not being able to help Alex and for leaving Squirrel Girl behind on their home once the team made their escape. She finds puzzling how his friends don’t show remorse for losing their leader; Karolina then explains they suspected Alex was turning to the dark side for a long time, especially due to some upsetting arguments that proved he was becoming unusually obsessed with restoring his family’s name. As Molly comes over to comfort Yara, Doreen is brought with her, revealing to have survived the destruction of their apartment and isn’t mad with Yara, being glad she made it. However, she doesn’t want to go home yet; the incident being too imprinted on her mind yet. Now as the de facto leader, Nico decides the team SHOULD affiliate with S.H.I.E.L.D. to become better heroes themselves; meanwhile, Yara and Squirrel Girl go to L.A. to visit Doreen’s parents and take a break for a while. Yara is happy to visit her roomie’s house, but can’t keep her mind out of worries. Chipmunk Hunk and Koi Boi, two of Squirrel Girl’s old friends, offer to take her for a spin across L.A., ponting out the amazing locations and how close they are to Hollywood; Yara however has an emotional breakdown and run across the city without looking to where she’s going. She ends up crossing paths with Hippo the Hippo and is rescued by Doreen and her friends, before helping them calm it down. As things calm down, Squirrel Girl apologizes for all the sudden decisions she has made, pointing out she was justy trying to make Yara feel better; she replies with a hug, assuring Doreen she’s the greatesrt friend she ever had, and everyone gets pretty emotional. After a delicious dinner at the Greens, Yara and Doreen decide to spend the weekend around, and go back to NYC by Monday; their calm moment is cut short by Nova and Molly’s arrival. Although the Pride had left, they actrually have opened four portals, having hidden one of them with another spell, and its effects were causing major chaos in New York, all superheroes available being present to help the civilians. They immediatly rush back to the city, and even though Yara is still afraid, she won’t let this stop her from helping; this renewed spirit reawakening the totem’s power. She quickly transitions from MagiHero to MagiHero to help everyone she can, and use the totem’s energy to help sealing the portal for once, collapsing of exhaustion afterwards. As she wakes up in her rebuilt apartment, Alex, Adrian, Molly, Doreen and Jack Russell are there, happy to see her well; in the aftermath, Yara supports the runaways in their first day at S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy and Squirrel Girl and her promise to face what comes next together.

#magihero yara san #earth-12041 #ultimate spider man #hulk and the agents of smash #avengers assemble

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thechekhov · 4 years

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hey! as an artist do you ever feel discouraged by the like/reblog ratio here? ive been postin art here for some time and ive found for every 20 likes i get maybe 1 reblog and while i dont wanna come over as greedy it like kinda discourages me :( i would rlly like to stay on tumblr bc it feels much more anonymous than insta/twitter but i also crave Validation ykno. ty in advance!

Okay, but I fear you won’t like my answer...

My reply is - no, I don’t, because tumblr actually makes it super easy to ignore the reblog/like ratio. The two are lumped together into a category called ‘notes’ so unless you are looking for it, you won’t know what your reblog/like ratio is, and it’s super easy to view it as a lump sum of people who saw your art and smiled.

Here’s the thing; liking vs reblogging is not personal. And it isn’t something to try to change the tide over. I’ve seen my fair share of posts on here AND twitter, with most of them CONDEMNING liking - going so far as to call it useless. But I disagree. Strongly.

My opinion on the matter is this - if people wanted to reblog the post, they would reblog it. If they don’t, the cards weren’t right. The stars didn’t align. It isn’t a matter of quality - it’s a matter of the right content being there at the right time for the right audience. Because let’s face is - PLENTY of stuff gets reblogged.... when the circumstances are right.

But the circumstances HAVE to be right. EXACTLY right. There has to be a CHAIN of the exact right circumstances. That’s how sharing ANYTHING works.

Let me put it this way - say we have a hypothetical follower called J.

J is scrolling his dashboard and comes across a post he likes, say, of a frog picture. He likes the post and has to make a decision - to reblog or not reblog the frog?

Say he likes the frog enough to reblog. It’s a natural thing - he wants to show it to his followers. He may not think of it consciously, but he’s following an instinct to share information with people.

But what happens after? Well, it’s not RANDOM. The thing is, J’s followers are NOT the followers of the blog he reblogged it from. They’re a degree of separation from the OP, and are therefore that much less likely to share interests that align with the OP’s content.

SO what happens is this:

Some people on J’s follower list see the frog and like it.

Of the ones that like it, a percentage are just liking out of habit and politeness.

A few are liking it to find it later and show it to their irl friends.

A few are liking it because they DON’T want to reblog it, because it doesn’t align with what they want to show to THEIR followers (who are, let’s be honest, even MORE removed from the OP’s frog-centric content).

And who’s to blame?

ABSOLUTELY NO ONE. Because you cannot force people to reblog stuff any more than you can force people to show their friend their phone when they see a funny meme.

Can you imagine something like this happening?

This is ridiculous, right? We cannot presume that people are not reblogging because they’re out to be malicious on purpose. Most likely they just aren’t motivated enough to share it in their own social circles for their own reasons - and that’s FINE.

Look, I get it. People not sharing your stuff gets you less notes. I get how that is disappointing. But if you put ALL of your motivation into internet clout, then you have to put effort into making your art VISIBLE. That’s the only way to get more reblogs.

For example, if you’re prioritizing visibility:

Get more social media accounts. Make sure the usernames are the same, or at least recognizable, across all social media.

Organize your art tumblr and twitter. Make a pinned post that shows off your best work. TAG! Learn common tags used for artwork similar to yours.

Interact with other artists! Comment on posts! Reblog others’ artwork!

NETWORK!!! That is the only way to guarantee that the flowchart of reblogs gets more than once branch.

Twitter circumvents this issue by shoving likes in your face as often as Retweets and that’s certainly one way to give your reblog-tree a boost, but it’s not foolproof. Tumblr has tags you can follow - and that DOES give you more of a possibility of getting reblogs of the content because if people are in a tag, they are LOOKING for stuff. On purpose. They already like what they see.

I feel your pain, I really do, because it took me literal YEARS to find an audience that consistently likes and reblogged my stuff. And your audience deserves to find you - but your followers aren’t your agent. It’s not their job to advertise on your behalf.

They’ll reblog when they want to - and that’s a good thing. It’s more genuine that way.

#chekhov answers #reblogs #reblogs vs likes #tumblr culture #Anonymous

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feanorianethicsdepartment · 3 years

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Alright, I read your recent post and need to know - what is your interpretation of Maglor’s relationship with the twins?

askjdhslkjag my biggest self-inflicted problem in this fandom is that my take on maglor, elrond, and elros' relationship is so intensely detailed and specific i am forever tormented by none of the fic i read ever quite getting it right (from my perspective; i’ve read plenty of fic that presents a good interpretation on their own terms, it’s just never mine.) it’s simultaneously way darker than the fluffy kidnap dads stuff and nowhere near as black-and-white awful as the anti-fëanorian crowd likes to paint it, it’s messy and complicated and surrounded by darkness, and yet there’s also a sincere connection within it which mostly serves to make all those complications worse. angry teenage elrond is angry for a great many reasons, and the circumstances around him being raised by kinslayers account for at least half of them. there’s lots of complexity here, and i don’t see it in fic nearly as often as i’d like

(warning: the post... feathers? i already have an internet friend called faeiri this could be awkward - anyway, the post she’s talking about includes the line ‘everyone is wrong about kidnap dads except me.’ this post follows on from that in being as much a commentary about why various popular interpretations of both how the kidnapdoption went and the way people subsequently characterise the twins just don’t work for me as it is a setting out of my own ideas. i’m not really interested in getting into discourse here, i’m just trying to get my thoughts down. i’ve read fic with these interpretations before that i’ve liked, even, don’t take this as a Condemnation, aight? also this turned out long as hell, so i’m putting it under a cut)

i can never buy entirely fluffy depictions of kidnap dads

which isn’t to say i don’t read them! sometimes all i want is something sweet, for these kids to get to be happy for once. it’s not like i think their time with the fëanorians was completely devoid of laughter

it’s just. the pet names, the special days out, the home-cooked meals, it can get so treacly it stops feeling like the characters they are in the situation they’re in and turns into Generic Found Family #272

it soaks out all the complexity - which is the thing i am here for - and acts like oh, these kids were never in any danger, they were perfectly happy being abducted by the people who murdered everyone they knew, there’s nothing possibly questionable about this relationship at all

and... yeah. that’s not the characters i know. that’s not the context i know they belong to

i just can’t forget the circumstances that led them to meet

rivers of blood, the air filled with screams, a town ablaze, a woman choosing to die. every interaction the three of them have is going to proceed from that nightmare

(sidenote: i tend to hold it was maglor that raised the twins, with maedhros looming ominously in the background not really getting involved. it’s mostly personal preference, i’ve been in and out of the fandom since before this kidnap dads thing blew up and when i joined that was a perfectly standard reading)

(also the cave thing was a dumb idea, old man, if only because it implies beleriand had streams safe enough for children to play in at that point. the way it separates the twins from the third kinslaying is also something i don’t particularly vibe with)

probably my least favourite angle i’ve seen on the situation (edged out only by ‘maglor was actively abusive towards the twins’ which no no no no no no no no NO) is the idea that maglor (and/or maedhros, append as necessary) took the twins specifically to raise them

like, i get where it’s coming from, but it makes maglor come off as really creepy

(i have read fics where it is indeed played off as really creepy, but that’s not a maglor i have any interest in reading about)

(’mags 100% bad’ is just as facile a take to me as ‘mags 100% good’)

even if you’re saying maglor took them in because they had no one left to take care of them - i highly doubt they were the only children the fëanorians orphaned at sirion. idk, it always makes maglor seem much less sympathetic than i think it’s meant to

i prefer to think of it as more... organic? something that evolved, not something that was preordained. them growing closer gradually, the twins finding an adult who might maybe be on their side, maglor becoming invested in them almost by accident

and then the twins are so comfortable with the second scariest monster in amon ereb they frequently sass him off and maglor’s gotten so used to not hurting them he’s not even thinking about it any more. no one’s quite sure how it happened, but they’ve made a Connection

‘wait aren’t they a murderous warlord of questionable mental stability and a pair of terrified small children who’ve lost everyone they ever knew? isn’t that kinda fucked up?’ yup! that’s the point! complexity!

another idea i don’t like is the idea that maglor was an objectively better parent to the twins than eärendil or elwing

other people have talked about this already, i won’t rehash the whole thing. i will say that while i don’t think elwing was a perfect parent - someone so young, in such a horrible situation, i wouldn’t blame her for screwing up - i do think she (and eärendil) did the best by them they possibly could

this is one of the few things they have in common with maglor

something i come across now and again is the idea that sure, elwing and eärendil weren’t abusive or horrible or anything, but they were a couple of basically-teenagers with so many other responsibilities, there was only so much they could do. maglor, on the other hand, is an experienced adult who could take much better care of the twins

and...

first off, it’s not like mags doesn’t have a job. he’s a warlord, he has a fortress to help run, military shit to handle, lots of other stuff that needs to get done to stop everyone from starving or getting eaten by orcs. i feel like sirion had enough of a government there was plenty of opportunity for elwing to take days off and play with her kids, but in the fëanorian camp nobody really has the time to chase after a couple of toddlers, least of all one of the last points on the command network. they just don’t have the people any more

(seriously, the twins getting a formal education with tutors and classes and shit is a weirdly specific pet peeve of mine. this is a band of renegades, not a royal household; if there’s anyone left with those kinds of skills they almost certainly have more important things to do)

more than that, though - well, a quick glance through my late stage fëanorians tag should tell you a lot about what i think maglor’s mental state is like at this point. he is so accustomed to violence death means nothing to him, he’s lost most of his capacity for genuinely positive emotion to an endless century of defeat and despair, he hates everything in the universe, especially himself, he’s only able to keep functioning through a truly astounding amount of denial, and he covers it all up with a layer of snark and feigned apathy, which he defends aggressively because he’s subconsciously realised that if it breaks he’ll have absolutely nothing left

(maedhros, for the record, is... i’d say more stable, but at a lower point. maglor may interact with the world mostly through cold stares and mocking laughter, but at least his mind is firmly rooted in the present)

(on the other hand, at least maedhros lets himself be aware of what they are and where their road will lead)

which... this doesn’t mean maglor doesn’t try to be kind to the twins, or rein in his worst impulses around them

there’s just so little of him left but the weapon

he stalks through the halls like a portent of death and gets into hours-long screaming matches with maedhros and has definitely killed people in front of the twins

not even as, like, a deliberate attempt to scare them, but because when you solve most of your problems by stabbing them it’s pretty much a given that people who spend a lot of time around you are going to see you do it at least once

and sometimes, he curls up in an empty hallway, and weeps

... suffice it to say i don’t think elwing’s the more preoccupied, or the less mentally ill, parent here

just. in general, the fëanorians aren’t cackling boogeymen, but they’re not particularly nice either

no one has the energy left for that. not these isolated and weary soldiers at the end of a long losing war and the beginning of the end of the world. they don’t really bother to guard the kids against them escaping. where else are they going to go?

the sheer despair that must have been in the fëanorian camp after sirion, the knowledge that the cause cannot be fulfilled, that they are utterly forsaken, that they’re really just waiting to die -

it can’t have been a happy place to grow up in, under the shadow of loss and grief and deeds unrepentable, and the slow march of inevitable defeat

they would have had a better childhood if they stayed in sirion, raised by people who knew how to hope

but that isn’t the childhood they had. and despite everything i’ve said, i don’t think that childhood was an entirely awful one

yeah, see, this is where the other side of my self-inflicted fandom catch-22 comes in. just as much of the pro-kidnap dads stuff comes off as overly saccharine and simplified to me, i find much of the anti-kidnap dads stuff equally simplistic in the opposite direction

the idea that maglor and the fëanorians never meant anything to elros and elrond, that they had no effect on the people they became at all, that it was just a horrible thing that happened when they were children, easily thrown in the rear-view mirror...

that’s even more impossible to me than the idea that life with the fëanorians was 100% fluffy and nice

like, i’ve seen the take that elros and elrond hated the fëanorians from start to finish. they were perfect little sindarin princes, loyal to their people and the memory of doriath, spurning every scrap of kindness offered to them and knowing just what to say to twist the knife into the kinslayers’ wounds

... dude. they were six. hell, given their peredhelness, mentally they could easily have been younger

what six year old has a firm grasp of their ethnic identity? what six year old is fully aware of their place in history? what six year old would understand the politics that led to their situation?

don’t get me wrong, i can see hatred in there. but something else that doesn’t get acknowledged alongside it often enough is the fear

some of the stuff i’ve read feels like it gives the kids too much power in the situation. they’re perfectly happy to talk back to and belittle the people who burned down their hometown and killed everyone they ever knew, like miniature adults who don’t feel threatened at all

and, like, six. i can see them going for insults as a defensive measure, but it is defensive. it’s covering up fear, not coming from secure disdain

(and a lot of those insults sound, again, like things an adult who’s already familiar with the fëanorians would say, not a scared child who’s lost almost everything. why would a six year old raised by sindar and gondolindrim know what the noldolantë is, let alone what it means to maglor?)

(... i’m just ranting about this one fic that’s been ruffling my feathers for five years straight now, aren’t i)

i mean, i write elrond as the world’s angriest teenager, who snipes at maglor pretty much constantly, but the thing about angry teenage elrond is that he’s angry teenage elrond

he’s spent long enough with the fëanorians he has a pretty secure position within the camp, and he knows that maglor won’t hurt him from a decade and change of maglor not, in fact, hurting him

but as a small and terrified child abducted by the monsters his mother had nightmares about? he fluctuated wildly between ‘randomly guessing at things to say that wouldn’t get him killed’ ‘screaming at maglor to go away in words rarely more complicated than that’ 'desperately trying not to do or say anything in the hopes of not being noticed’ and ‘hiding’

(and i don’t think the twins were never in any danger from the fëanorians, either. quite besides the point that before they started orbiting maglor nobody was really sure what to do with them... well, they wouldn’t be the first children of thingol’s line the minions took revenge on)

(fortunately for them, maglor did, in fact, take them under his wing. by this point even their own followers are shit scared of the last two sons of fëanor, nobody’s going to mess with their stuff and risk getting mauled. tactically, it was a pretty good decision for a couple of toddlers)

more to the point, i feel like a child that young, in a situation that horrible, wouldn’t reject any kindness they were offered, any soothing touch in a universe of terror

in a world full of big scary monsters, the best way to survive is to get the biggest scariest monster possible to protect you. that’s how elros rationalises it when they’re, like, eight, mentally, but at the time they were just latching on to the only person around them who seemed to care about them

that’s how it started, on their end. two very young very scared children lost in a neverending nightmare clinging tightly to the lone outstretched pair of hands

as for maglor...

i’ve called mags evil before, but i see that as more of a... technical term? he is evil because he did the murder, he remains evil because he won’t stop doing the murder. hot take: murder bad

but that doesn’t make him, like, a moustache-twirling saturday morning cartoon villain. he is deeply unhappy with the position he’s in and the person he’s become, and he’s always trying not to take that final step over the edge

it’s not that i can’t see a maglor who is abusive or manipulative or who sees the twins more as objects than people. it’s just that that characterisation is one i am profoundly uninterested in. i do occasionally read fic with it, but it never enters my own headcanons

horrible people can do good things!! kinslayers can do good things!! the fallen are capable of humanity!! people can do both good and evil things at the same time, because people are complicated!! maglor is not psychologically incapable of actually taking pity on these kids!!!!

it’s... again, complexity. the fëanorians straddle the line between black and white, which is a lot less sharp in the legendarium than it’s sometimes characterised as. it’s what draws me to their characters so much, why i have so many stupid headcanons about them. pretending they fall firmly on either side of the line is my real fandom pet peeve

and, like, this moment? this sincere connection between a bloodstained warlord and two children who will grow up to be great and kind in equal measure? i may not entirely like the direction the fandom’s taken it recently, but that beat, that relationship, it still gets me

so no, i don’t think elrond and elros’ years with the fëanorians were an endless cavalcade of abuse and misery. i think there was love there, despite the darkness all around them

an old, tired monster, and the two tiny children it protects

maglor never hurts the twins, not ever, not once. his claws are sharp and his fangs are keen, if he so much as swatted them he’d rip them in half. instead he folds down the razor edges of his being, interacting with them ever so carefully. he has nightmares of suddenly tearing into their skin

seriously, the power differential between them is so great, maglor so much as raising his voice would break any trust they have in this horribly dangerous creature. fics where he does corporal punishment always get the side-eye from me

the mood of their relationship is... i find it hard to put into words. melancholy, maybe, like a sunny afternoon a few days before the end of the world. three people who’ve lost so much finding what respite they can in each other as the world slowly crumbles around them

there are times when it feels like the three of them exist in a world of their own, marked out by the edges of the firelight. maglor telling stories of the stars, elros giving relaxed irreverent commentary, elrond getting a few moments to just be, all their troubles kept at bay

they are the last two lights in a world sunk into darkness, the last two living beings he does not on some level hate. he will tear his own heart out before he sees them in pain

he teaches them to ride, he teaches them to read, he gives them everything he still has left. the twins should never have been in this situation, maglor probably isn’t entirely fit to take care of them, but it is what it is, and they take what love they can

(maglor depends on the twins emotionally a bit more than any adult should rely on any child. he’s still very much the caretaker in their relationship, but that relationship is the only one he has left that’s not stained by a century of rage and grief. he’s obsessed with them, maedhros tells him frequently. maglor’s standard response to this is to try to gouge maedhros’ eyes out)

(that particular darker side to their relationship, where maglor’s attachment to the twins turns into a desperate possessiveness - that’s not something i think i’ve ever seen in fic. which is a shame, it feels much closer to my own characterisation than the standard ways this relationship gets maleficised. darker, in a different way than usual. horribly compelling in its plausibility)

however you want to read it, i don’t think you can deny this is a relationship that defines elrond and elros’ childhood. they were raised in the woods by a pack of kinslayers, the text is quite clear on this

but i’ve seen a lot of talk about how elros and elrond are only sirion’s children. they are completely 100% sindarin, they love and forgive eärendil and elwing thoroughly and without question, they identify with doriath over - even gondolin, let alone tirion. the fëanorians - the people who raised them - had zero effect on the people they grew into and the selves they created

and that, more than anything else, i find utterly unbelievable

look, i get what this is a reaction to. a lot of the kidnap dads stuff paints the fëanorians as elrond and elros’ ‘real’ family, and i’ve already talked about what i think of the idea that maglor-and-possibly-also-maedhros were better parents than eärendil and elwing. i think it’s reductive and overly optimistic and just a little too neat

but to say instead that elrond and elros held no great love in their hearts for maglor, no lingering affinity with the fëanorians, no influence on their identity from the people they grew up around, none at all? that after it happened they just left it behind and resumed being the same people they were in sirion?

that strikes me as just as much an oversimplification. it sands down all the potential rough edges of their identity, all that inconvenient complexity that stops them from fitting into any well-defined box, and replaces it with a nice safe simple self-conception i find just as flat and boring as declaring them 100% fëanorian

we can quibble over who they call ‘father’ (i personally find that whole debate kinda petty) but denying that it was actually maglor who was the closest thing they knew to a parent for most of their childhoods, and that that would, in fact, affect the way they thought of themselves and their family, elides so many interesting possibilities out of existence

(i’m not even going to get into the most braindead take i have ever heard on the subject, namely that because their time with the fëanorians was such a small fraction of elrond’s total lifespan it was like being kidnapped for two weeks as a toddler and had no greater significance than that. do you not understand what childhood is????)

like, i tend to think of elrond as a child as being very loudly not-a-fëanorian. elros is more willing to go with the flow - hey, if the creepy kinslayer wants kids, elros is happy to play into that in order to not be murdered - but elrond is very firm that he’s not happy to be here and he doesn’t belong with them

(this is after they get over their initial terror, of course, when they’ve realised they won’t be fed to the orcs for the tiniest slight. even so, elrond only really gets shirty about it around people he’s comfortable with, whose reactions he can reasonably guess at. naturally, the first person he does it to is maglor)

elros calls maglor their father exactly once, when they’re... maybe early preteens? this is because elrond hears him do it and immediately loses his shit. they have a dad, elrond says, in tears, and a mum, and any day now their real parents are going to come to pick them up and take them home

... right?

it gets harder to believe as the years roll on, as their memories of sirion fade, as they find their own places within the host, as maglor watches over them as they grow. elrond still mentally sets himself apart from the fëanorians, but it’s more of an effort every year. life in the fëanorian camp is the only one he’s ever really known. he can barely remember his mother’s voice

then the war of wrath starts, and the fëanorian host drifts closer to the army of valinor, and the twins come into contact with non-fëanorians for the first time in forever, and it becomes clear just how obviously fëanorian elrond is. he always insisted he wasn’t like the kinslayers at all, but he dresses like them, talks like them, fights like them

the myth cycles the edain tell are almost completely unfamiliar to him, he barely remembers the shape of the songs of lost doriath. even these sarcastic commentary and subversive reinterpretations he made of maglor’s stories - those were still maglor’s stories! he’s been trying to guess at the person he was meant to be, but it’s growing nightmarishly blatant how little elrond ever knew about him

instead, the people he was born to are as alien to him as the orcs of morgoth. he is a fëanorian, through and through

... yeah, elrond (and/or elros) having an absolutely massive identity crisis upon being reintroduced to his quote-unquote ‘true kin’ is another angle i’d love to see in fic that i don’t think i’ve ever come across. all those potential grey areas around who they are and who they’re supposed to be sound utterly fascinating, and i think it’s the complexity i hate to see elided over the most

i really, really doubt they could effortlessly slot back into being eärendil and elwing’s children. not when they’ve been surrounded by, lived alongside, been raised by the people who were supposed to enemies for most of their lives

they just don’t fit into that box any more. they can’t

speaking of eärendil and elwing, while i do agree that they both (especially elwing) get a lot more flak than they deserve, i don’t agree that therefore elrond and elros were never the slightest bit mad at them and fully forgave them for everything with no reservations

because, well, they were left behind. elwing had no other choice, but they were still left behind; it led to the world being saved, but they were still left behind. all the best intentions in the universe don’t erase the weeks and months and years of waiting, of a hope that grew thinner and frailer until it finally quietly broke

that’s a real hurt, and a real grievance. even if the twins rationally understand that their parents were making the best out of their terrible situation, you can’t logic away emotions like that. it’s perfectly possible for them to know they have no reason to resent eärendil or elwing, and yet still harbour that bitterness and pain

(i did write a thing once where elrond loudly rejects eärendil as his father in favour of maglor, but something i didn’t add in that i probably should have is that elrond later regretted doing that)

(not like, several centuries later, when he’d grown old and wise. two hours later, when he’d calmed down. but he was still legitimately angry at eärendil, because the one thing angry teenage elrond was not lacking in was reasons to be mad at the adults around him, and before he could figure out if he had anything less furious to say the hosts of the valar left middle-earth behind)

(it’s another element to the tragedy of the whole thing. in that particular story, which is mostly aiming for maximum pain, the only thing elrond’s birth parents know about their son for thousands of years is that he hates them)

(and he doesn’t, not really. you can’t hate someone you’ve never known)

not that i think they couldn’t ever make up with their parents! fics where elrond and his birth parents work past all the things that lie between them and form a functional familial bond despite it all give me life. i just don’t like the idea that there’s nothing difficult for them to work past

i don’t like the idea that elrond and elros would naturally, effortlessly identify with the mother they last saw when they were six and the people they only vaguely remember. i can see them doing it as a political move, i can see them going for it as a deliberate personal choice, but i can’t seeing it being immediate and automatic and easy

no matter how great a pair of heroes eärendil and elwing are, that doesn’t change the fact that to elrond and elros, they’re at most a few scattered memories and a collection of far-off stories. and so long as the twins stay in middle-earth, they’re never going to draw any closer

compared to the dynamic, multifaceted, personal, and deep bonds they have with the fëanorians - who, and i know i keep saying this but i think it gets tossed aside way more casually than it should, are the people who actually raised them, their birth parents must feel like a distant idea

and that’s why i can never buy interpretations of elrond as 100% sindarin, a pure son of doriath, with no messy grey areas or awkward jagged edges to his identity. given everything we know about his life, it seems almost cartoonishly simplistic

honestly it seems like a narrative a bunch of old doriathrin nobles trying to manouevre elrond into being high king of the sindar or something would propagate. it's neat and nice and tidy, something that’d be much more convenient for everyone if elrond did feel that way

but i just don’t see how he can. this narrative is easy and simple in a way real people never are, it ignores all the forces pulling him apart. elrond being uncomplicatedly sindarin with the life he lives and the people he's close to - that doesn’t make any sense to me

which isn’t to say i think he’s 100% noldorin, from either a gondolindrim or a fëanorian perspective. (i find it a little more believable, given, again, who he grew up around and who he hangs out with, but it’s still a bit too reductive for my tastes.) it’s also not to say i couldn’t believe an elrond who made an active choice to emphasise his sindarin heritage

it’s not how i think of him, but it works. i don’t have a problem with other people interpreting the complexities of the twins’ identities differently

i just have a problem with people acting like it doesn’t exist

in general i think there’s a lot untapped potential that gets left behind when you declare the twins, separately or together, as All One Thing

they’re descended from half the noble houses of beleriand, and they have deep personal ties to most of the rest. they belong to all of the free peoples even the dwarves, somehow, probably and i feel like that was kind of the old man’s point? so many peoples meet in them, to say they wholly belong to any one species is probably an oversimplification

they sit at a crossroads of potential identities, and rather than narrowing down their worldviews to one single path, they take the hard road and choose all of them. that’s what you need to do, if you want to change the world

and, to bring this back to my ostensible topic, in my estimation at least this mélange of possible selves does include them as fëanorians! it’s not overpowering, but it’s certainly there, and the adults they grow into long after they’ve left the host still bear influence from their childhood

nothing super obvious, nothing that wouldn’t stand out if you didn’t know what to look for, but there’s something almost incandescent in how fiercely elros reaches out for his dreams

there’s something almost defiant in elrond’s drive to be as kind as summer

as for who they publically claim as their family... honestly, it depends. while it’s usually more tactically prudent for elros to connect himself to his various human ancestors, on occasion he does find a use for his free in with the elf mafia, and elrond, code switcher par excellence, is famously the son of whoever is most politically convenient at the moment, which is rarely, but not never, maglor

(in the privacy of their own minds, well, eärendil and elwing may have been the parents elros was supposed to have, but maglor was the parent he actually had, and elros doesn’t particularly care to mope over what might have been. elrond, for his part, figures that after all the shit maglor has put him through, the least that bastard owes him is a father)

but honestly? i think before any of their mountain of identities, before thinking of themselves as sindarin or gondolindel or hadorian or haladin or fëanorian or anything, elrond and elros identify as themselves

they are peredhil, they are númenóreans, they are whoever they make themselves to be. that’s how elrond finally resolved his identity, figured out who he was and found something past the pain and the rage

he wasn’t doriathrin, or gondolindrin, or falathrin, or fëanorian, or whatever else. he was elrond, no more and no less

and that person, elrond, could be whatever he chose to be

... elros came to a similar conclusion, with much less sturm und drang that he’s willing to admit. being able to go ‘hey, i can’t possibly be biased towards any one of your cultures, because i’m descended from all of you and i was raised by murderelves’ makes it a lot easier to unite people around your personal banner, turns out

the stories other people tried to force on them shattered into pieces, and the peredhel twins were free to shape themselves into anything they could dream of

and as the new world struggles alive, these lost children of an Age of death begin to bloom into their full glorious selves -

i just. i love the poetry of that. despite every single shadow that hangs over their past, despite all the clashing notes pulling them apart, they harmonise it all into a greater, kinder theme, determined to make their world a better place in whatever way they can

they fail, of course, but so do all things. the inevitable march of entropy doesn’t diminish the long millennia they (and their descendants) held onto the light

and their growing up in the fëanorian host definitely had a huge effect on the noble lords they became. you can see it in elros’ loud ambition to create a land of happiness and hope, elrond’s quiet resolve to heal all the hurts inflicted by this marred reality

it wasn’t a perfect time by any means, but neither was it a nightmare. it was what it was, a desperate existence at the edge of a knife where, nevertheless, they were loved

even after years upon decades upon centuries have passed, it’s hard for the wise king and the honourable sage to separate out and identify all the conflicting emotions swirling around their childhood. they never knew eärendil or elwing, true, but they also never really knew maglor

not as equals, not as adults, not as people who could truly understand him. he disappeared into the fog of history, leaving only childhood memories of razor-sharp, gentle hands

it’s messy and it’s complicated and getting any real closure would be like shoving their way through a thornbush with bare hands even if elrond could find the shithead, and yet at the core of it all, there is light. not the brightest of lights, maybe, but an enduring one

that contrast, above all, that note of warmth amidst the shadows, is what fascinates me so much about their relationship. three screwed up people in a screwed up world, finding a little peace with each other

and the fact that somehow, it does have a good ending - the children grow up magnificent and compassionate and just, they become exemplars of all their peoples, lodestars of the new world born out of the ashes of the old - that makes it seem to me like this relationship must have contained some fragment of happiness

but, fuck, all the darkness that surrounds that love, all the tangled-up emotions its existence necessitates, all the prefabricated self-identities it can never slot into - nothing about it is simple, nothing about it is easy, and i find that utterly enthralling. especially how, despite everything, that flickering light never goes out

well, i don’t think it does, anyway. my take on this relationship is both complicated enough no one else ever quite gets it right and well-defined enough every single ‘error’ in other people’s interpretations sticks out like a kinslayer in rivendell

it is an entirely self-inflicted problem, i will admit. other people are allowed to interpret those complexities differently from me, and it’s entirely my own fault i lack the :waves hands around nebulously: to write my own hypothetical fic on the subject at a pace faster than glacial

still, though. i do wish there was more fic out there that engaged with these complexities. a lot of the common fandom interpretations of this relationship just sweep it all away

#ask #my terrible headcanons #elros #elrond #maglor #elwing #earendil #feanorians #niphredilien #yellow feathered faerie #putting your old url in the tags for archival purposes #post nyanyannya askbox clearout #ironically it turned out almost as long as the songfic that clogged up my askbox in the first place #and it is DONE #fuck this took forever to write #stayed up late just to get it out the door so i don't have to think about it any more #this is a long ramble and i'm pretty sure the end is just me repeating myself ad nausem sorry #i'll admit to a certain pro-feanorian bias in my interpretation #but i also don't want elros and elrond to just. live in a neverending horrorshow for decades #the silm's cruel enough we don't need that #narratively i feel like elrond being All Of The Elves is a good mirror for elros being All Of The Humans #but it didn't really fit the angle i was going for #bleck #let's see how many followers i lose for this

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