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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 3 months

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You don't have to answer this but I wanted to let you know you got me super invested in SunxEclipse stuff.

The way they are in the show has always intrigued me. Like the way those two interacted had always felt different in a way??? And I'd always get all excited when I found little similarities between the two characters.

Rambling a bit but does anyone remember how in the Halloween takeover Eclipse forced Moon to go through the same pain Sun went through when they shared a body? And he just left Sun to chill and nap in his own mind??? (Probably the longest break Sun's ever had btw akskdh) LIKE WHAT HELLO???

And there were plenty of times Eclipse could have just killed Sun but. Didn't? Like when he got into SolarFlare's body. And when Sun destroyed Moon's magic circles, Eclipse explained to Sun how he could fix the problem instead of just letting him walk into the raw magic and tear himself apart? (Think that was the longest and calmest convo they ever had lmao)

The fuckinggg. Symbolic base Eclipse had on the surface of the sun.

Alot more I could say (especially about how similar Sun acts like Eclipse in manyyy instances) but very eepy almost midnight.

Anyway I like SunxEclipse. Would never admit that off anon tho because the world is. Very mean. Sometimes. :/

Glad I got you interested in Sun x Eclipse stuff too. XD

At this point in show lore, Sun is the one who knows Eclipse the most. So who knows where we'll go with that.

And yeah... Forcing Moon to go through the same pain that Sun experienced when sharing a body.... I mean, sure. It was probably to get Moon to suffer. But that also feels so vengeful and purposeful.

It was also worth noting in the early introduction of Eclipse, when he was in Sun's head and leaking out during intense moments of Gameplay Videos. (and I still stand by that Eclipse was the one who said "Chillapachino" that one time and was enjoying being Silly with Sun.)

But whenever Eclipse took over in gameplay, he was always a little more angry.... Sure... But like.... He was also way more assertive, and tended to stand up to Moon more. Something that EARLY Sun didn't really do all that much.

Maybe I'm misremembering, but I think he threatened to take away Moon's whacking stick at one point as well. But I might have imagined that and that might not have been a legit thing.

Not to mention GodEclipse kept Sun around of all people. He even killed Lunar in that dimension, but he thought Sun was worthy to live. He even wiped his memories so he wouldn't suffer too much. Even when we see GodEclipse he says "My Sun is dead" His Sun. Not like... "that nuisance" or "idiot" is dead... His Sun.

And Remember, GodEclipse is not TOO Much a Diversion from the timeline.

The only difference is that he won the fight with Bloodmoon and got the Star shortly after then. And he wiped everyone like he said he would, unlike Eclipse 2.0 who got upset cus Old Moon died and he had no one to monologue about his hate boner to.

Eclipse also in early episodes didn't really include Sun much in his evil Plans. His vendetta and focus was solely on Moon. Sun just kinda got twisted up in a lot of it due to circumstance and him being trapped in Sun's head.

But yeah... Lunar says that he knows Moon better than anyone cus he lived in Old Moon's head.

That goes both ways.

Eclipse and Sun know each other better then anyone at this point.

If there is someone to give Eclipse a chance, I hope it's Sun.

I feel Sun would be a hypocrite if he tries with Bloodmoon and doesn't with Eclipse.

But I guess we'll see.

#danachan's replies #Sun x Eclipse #TotalEclipse ship #danachan's asks

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lilac-hecox · 5 months

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I have a prompt for Ian's day. Ian had just recently come out and is going on a date with a guy for the first time. Anthony, who doesn't understand why he's so upset about it, makes up ridiculous excuses so Ian won't go

EDIT: ^Ignore the first ask on top, I answered the wrong one. The one above here (2nd ask) is the one this was supposed to go to!

Ian/Anthony - Surprise

This idea is inspired by @xxmoonch1ldxx my best pookie in the world.

“You’re smiling too much,” Ian says.

“Can’t a guy smile at his best friend turned boyfriend?”

“No,” Ian says flatly, teetering towards suspicious, “you know I don’t like to make a big deal out of my birthday.”

“I know,” Anthony says gently, and he takes Ian’s hand in his own. They are sitting together on Ian’s couch. It’s Ian’s birthday and they had a nice vegan and gluten-free dinner at Ian’s favorite restaurant and returned to his place to watch some weird movie that Anthony’s never heard of, “I might have a surprise for you, but it isn’t huge, like, Shayne’s not going to jump out of a cake or anything.”

Ian laughs, “Thanks. So, what is my surprise then? A gift?”

“A gift, but not in the traditional sense,” Anthony says.

Ian raises an eyebrow, “A vacation?”

Anthony smiles wider, “Are you going to keep guessing or just actually let me show you?”

“Fine, fine,” Ian says relenting, but he’s grinning soft and sweet.

Anthony moves his hand from Ian’s and then he shifts so he’s facing Ian better as he rolls up the sleeve of his sweater. Ian watches in confusion as Anthony turns his arm face up so that the inside of his wrist is pointed at Ian.

There, small, on the inside of Anthony’s wrist amidst the black swirls, is a small and intricately designed letter ‘I’. It is small enough to be hidden, to not be distinguishable on camera unless you were very close up.

“My birthday present from you is a tattoo you got yourself?” Ian says with a laugh.

Anthony rolls his eyes, “It’s symbolic.”

“When did you get this done?” Ian asks, his tone a little softer.

“Last week, a friend of Courtney’s. Quick and painless compared to the other ones.”

Ian’s surprised he missed it, but he isn’t usually checking Anthony’s wrists and he has so many tattoos it would be almost impossible to notice something so small unless Anthony wanted him to, like now.

“I, uh, wanted to feel like I always had a piece of you with me…no matter what,” Anthony says, a pink color rising to his cheeks. “I’ve already been connected to you my whole life; I figure what does it hurt to have you with me for the rest of it?”

Anthony sounds nervous, as if he isn’t sure whether Ian will appreciate this or not, understand it or not. It’s not a proposal per say, but it is an offer of forever, a promise if Ian is willing to take it as such.

Ian reaches out and he runs his fingertips over the small ink of his initial.

“Don’t expect me to go and get an ‘A’ on my ass or something,” Ian mumbles but he’s also blushing, and his eyes are shining, and Anthony can’t help but laugh.

“I won’t. Maybe it’s whack, but I just…I want you with me all the time, Ian.”

“It’s not whack,” Ian says softly, touching the back of Anthony’s head, leaning in close, “It’s very sweet.”

Then Ian kisses Anthony, nothing overly passionate, but still tingling with feelings underneath. Ian is very show rather than tell, even when it’s the two of them, but he’s getting better at the telling part every day.

When they pull apart, Ian’s eyes are closed and he’s close enough that when he speaks Anthony can feel the words ghosting warm on his lips and cheeks.

“I love you, and we will be together forever…tattoo or no tattoo.”

Anthony tries his best to fight back the tears that want to well up in his eyes and he thinks he mostly succeeds, but Ian is laughing and kissing him again.

“I love you too,” Anthony says, “happy birthday, Ian.”

#ianthony #polysmosh #smoshships #fluff #my writing #my fic #my fics #prompts #tattoos #ian's day #Ian's day 2023 #i'm a dumb idiot and messed up the ask #i sowwy #:<

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auroradivine · 2 years

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As people of the Sun y’all really be sleepin on the big homie Sol ☀️ He just be up there chillin in the sky givin us life when he could be giving your work life. Don’t get me wrong I love me some Luna. Big feminine energy 😌Ijs the moon as a anchoring symbol in spell work and ritual is so ingrained in our thinking that we tend to forget the sun's energy can be used as well. Father Sun is the natural balance to Mother Moon. If you do it in the moon you can do it in the sun. Duality 🤌🏿 Rather than offering opportunities that can take several weeks to manifest according to the moon phases…the Sun presents us with five different phases every single day and an additional phase we call a year.

🌅 Sunrise,Dawn: Infant/Child Sun– Basically when the sun wakes up and peers over the horizon. This phase is all about new beginnings, changes, health, employment, renewal, resurrection and finding the right direction. It can also be very cleansing.

☀️Morning: Adolescent Brother/Lover Sun– This is when the sun is growing in strength, so it brings the magical power for growth, positive energy, resolutions, courage, harmony, happiness, strength, activity, building projects and plans, prosperity and expansion of ideas.

🌞Noon: Father Sun – When the sun reaches its peak in the sky at midday – work magic for health, physical energy, wisdom and knowledge. It is also a good time to pop your tools or crystals out that need charging. (Note: some crystals can fade in strong sunlight so check first before putting them out).

☀️Afternoon: Sage/Warrior Sun – The sun is heading back down, and the energy now is good for working on business matters, communication, clarity, travel, exploring and anything professional.

Sunset – As the sun takes itself off down below the horizon, work magic for removing depression, stress and confusion, letting go, releasing or finding out the truth of a situation.

🌄Sunset: Grandfather/Sacrificial Sun

Because the energy of this Sun phase is much akin to that of the Waning Moon, His appearance makes it a good time to simplify or tie up loose ends, and provides the perfect atmosphere for work that involves dieting; getting rid of bad habits; and eradicating stress, confusion, and poor health. Efforts designed to uncover deception work well at this phase too, as do those related to divinatory skills and psychic activity.

And just like the moon you can charge your crystals 💎 in the afternoon sun, make sun water ✨, sun salutations 🙇🏿‍♀️ meditate 🧘🏿‍♀️ , allat.

AND! It’s almost summer time so the sun is just growing in strength so summer rituals are exceptionally powerful. Harness that Cancer ♋️ energy for love work and emotional healing , Leo ♌️ energy for fertility and business, and Virgo ♍️ to get organized and goal planning.

I also lean more towards working with the sun when the retrogrades have Lunar energy chaotic and out of whack or when I need to manifest something faster than the moon phases would allow.

Oh yea let me not forget the sun correspondences because like the moon there’s herbs, stones etc that work particular well with Solar energy

Colours: Gold, Yellow, Orange, Red

🌿 Herbs Marigold, heliotrope, sunflower, buttercup, cedar, beech, oak, St. Johnswort, bergamot

💎 Crystals Diamond, amber, carnelian, citrine, sunstone, topaz, red agate, goldstone

Metal: Gold

🗓 Weekday: Sunday

🧠 Intentions: Strength, Victory, Creativity, Growth, Love, Prosperity, Hope, Money, Exorcis

Chakras: Root, Sacral, Solar Plexus

But yea, balance out your work with some Sol ☺️

#black spirituality #black girl magic #black witches #hoodoo #black witch aesthetic #african spirituality #spirituality #voodoo #ifa #sunrise #sun #sun magic #sun witch #witches of tumblr #rootworker #conjure

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wisteriastranger · 2 years

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hi hi! could i request an eddie munson x fem harrington reader soulmate au please? eddie and reader don't get along well and always make fun of eachother but after the lake scenario they start to get along with one another and find out that they are soulmates? like, they have matching symbols or something ?

Hello! Thank you for being my first requester, I hope this lives up to any expectations you may have had. I wasn't sure what to do for the soulmate symbols/marks, so I used a leaf, hope that's okay!

Eddie Munson x fem! Harrington! reader

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down! Slow down guys!” Nancy exclaims suddenly, making you jump. The paddle in your grasp suddenly slips out, falling into the lake as you scramble to get it back.

“Ha.” Eddie snickers, watching your attempts to reach the paddle with a shit eating grin on his face.

Hissing at the male under your breath, you grab the paddle and pull it back, placing it down inside of the boat as you turn your attention to Nancy who was staring at the compas in her grasp very intensely.

“What’s up, Nance?” You ask, trying to resist the urge to whack the hellfire leader beside you. It just felt too tempting, he was right there!

“Whoa...” Steve comments as he joins Nancy in intensely staring at the compass.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Dustin’s voice cuts through the silence that had befallen the boat, startling Robin who frantically scrambled for the walkie-talkie.

“Come on guys, talk to me.” He continues.

“Uh, Dustin, your-your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘aah!’” Robin replies, her eyes still focused on the compass as it spun wildly out of control.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy’s voice snapped your attention away from the compass and towards your dumbass of a brother.

“Ay, Steve, what are you doing? Put your feet away.” You comment, frowning at your brother as he removed his shoes.

He only throws a disappointed stare your way as he continues stripping himself of his shoes and socks.

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then... It’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?”

You open your mouth to object but Steve just throws his sock at you.

“Aside from you, (Y/N).”

“Ew.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I do not wanna go down there.” Eddie murmured as he peered over the side of the boat, staring into the dark waters below.

Noticing this, you silently moved a hand behind him and gave his back a hard shove, making the brunette jump out of his skin and latch his hands onto the side of the boat. His head snapped around to look at you, eyes wide as you cackled away.

“You-you...” Eddie grumbled the rest under his breath as he crossed his arms and slouched, shuffling away from you as much as he could.

Your attention is drawn back to Steve as he abruptly stands up and begins removing his shirt, much to your dismay. You couldn’t help but notice how hairy your brother actually was and decided to use this to annoy him. Lovingly, of course.

“Wow, Donkey Kong has some competition. Good on ya, Steve.” You mock.

“Oh, shut it.” Steve fires back, not enjoying your current sense of humour.

Loud rustling sounds come from Eddie as he pulls a plastic carrier bag out of his pocket and begins wrapping up one of the various torches on board, ready for Steve to dive down with. You would have thought it sweet if your thoughts weren’t leaning more towards why he had a bag in his pocket in the first place.

“Hey.” Eddie calls out as he hands the torch over. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Is all your brother say’s.

“Steve!” You suddenly call out, drawing his attention back to you. “If you aren’t back up in two minutes flat then I am coming down for you, okay?”

Steve opens his mouth to argue but seeing the look on your face, he decides against it.

He just nods in understanding before placing his foot on the edge of the boat, readying himself to dive. You may act like little shits towards one another at the best of times, but at the end of the day he is your brother and you’ll always worry for him.

“Steve, be careful.” Nancy added, offering him a wary smile. Just as he did for you, he offers her a nod and then dives in, not giving anyone else a chance to say anything.

As soon as you see his feet vanish under the water, you begin a mental countdown.

You, Robin, Eddie and Nancy all sit in silence aboard the boat, waiting for something to happen. You sneak occasional glances over at the shore to see how the kids are doing, and from what you can tell they are fine. They haven’t radioed to signal that anything is wrong, nor have they used a torch to get your attention or started screaming like mad men, so that’s a good sign.

“Where we at, Wheeler, Harrington?” Robin pipes up, breaking the silence.

Nancy speaks before you do. “Closing in on a minute.”

Silence resumes on the boat as you start removing your shoes. Eddie was the first to notice this.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing??” This catches the other’s attention.

“Getting ready if we hit two minutes.” You state, continuing to remove your socks.

“It’s not been two minutes yet, (Y/N)” Nancy comments, checking the watch on her wrist. “In fact, it’s just over a minute.”

You hum, leaning forwards to remove your jacket from your body.

“It’s better to be ready early than ready late.” You state.

You were kind of glad that you had worn shorts even though your legs ended up getting cold a little while ago – it meant that there wouldn’t be as much waterlog to deal with when swimming.

“Yes, but I didn’t know you were being serious!” Eddie admits.

“What, you think I was bluffing? That I wouldn’t go down after him? I have the same lifeguard qualifications as him, I know what I’m doing. Don't underestimate me.” You hiss.

Eddie’s mouth opens and closes repeatedly like a gaping fish, completely at a loss for words.

Silence is once again the filler for the boat as the four of you sit there quietly. Robin tries to ease the awkward tension by bringing up soulmates.

“So uh... anyone found their soulmate yet?”

Multiple “no’s” fill the boat and just like that, the silence is back.

“Nance.” You call. “Where are we at?”

The female in question looks down at her watch for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“Roughly fifteen seconds left.”

“Alrighty then.” You comment as you grasp the hem of your tee, preparing to pull it over your head when spontaneously loud splashing snaps all of your attention towards it.

“OH CHRIST!” Eddie screams, clearly startled. You pay him no mind and instead focus on the male who was currently treading water while taking deep breaths.

“I found it!” He pants.

“You found it?” Nancy repeated, scrambling towards the edge of the boat where Steve was.

“I found it. Yeah. I found it.” He confirms, swimming towards the boat.

Robin lifts the walkie-talkie to her mouth and begins speaking to Dustin.

“Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate and-” Robin stops abruptly after hearing what sounded like a siren ashore. You make eye contact with her and you both realise something is up.

“It’s pretty wild, it’s more a snack-sized gate than the mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big.” He chuckles, only to abruptly stop when he suddenly vanishes underwater, only to reappear. He goes quiet as he makes eye contact with you before turning his attention back to the water. He stares at it for a few seconds before looking back up at you.

With that, he once again vanishes, seemingly dragged down by something as his arms flail about wildly, water being kicked up everywhere.

“STEVE!” You cry, standing up and ripping your tee off, leaving you in your bra and shorts, before diving straight into the water, not waiting a second longer to swim after your brother.

A sudden wave of cold covers your body as you begin your descent down, eyes straining through the darkness of the water. You could faintly see some bubbles, so you followed them as closely as you possibly could. The sound of something splashing above you threw you off for a moment, but you had a feeling it was Nancy or Robin coming down behind you so you paid it no further mind. Soon enough, you could see a large red light towards the lake floor and your brother being dragged through it. Panic filled your core as you began swimming faster than you thought you could, the only thought on your mind to reach your brother.

You had arrived in the upside-down only a matter of seconds after your brother and were the first to come to his aid, stabbing at the demobats that were attacking him with a small commando knife you had tucked away in the waistband of your shorts. Unfortunately, within the span of time from you arriving to the other three arriving, you had been given a nasty bite on your right ribs by a demobat, but it was quickly removed when you had plunged your knife right through its skull and ripped it off.

At the moment you were all hiding out underneath a rock in a woodland to avoid getting mauled to death by a huge swarm of the bats that were still flying around manically trying to find the five of you.

Robin was currently talking to your brother about rabies, Nancy was tending to his injuries and Eddie was climbing a rock. You shivered as you sat a little way away from the group, holding a bandana that you had in your shorts up to your ribs as you waited for Nancy to finish up. Pulling it away, you could see how the navy bandana was a few shades darker, the white patterns stained red. You hiss lightly and place it back where it was sat beforehand.

Eddie started making his descent down from the rock as the rest of the group were talking about weapons, not that you paid much mind at this moment though. You were cold, in pain and sore.

“-I have guns in my bedroom.” Whatever Nancy had been talking about, you’d only clocked onto the tail end of it.

There was a pause before Eddie spoke up. “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?”

Nancy just smiled as you giggled lightly.

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin jokes, a big grin on her face as she spoke.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy confirms.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” Steve added. “(Y/N) too.”

Eddie just stares at Steve, unblinking. “Your sister and girlfriend-ex-whatever, nearly shot you?” He checks.

Steve nods.

Hearing your name, you stand up slowly with a groan and walk over to the group.

“I heard my name.” You say, looking between everyone.

“Yeah, you- Oh my god! You’re bleeding!! What happened?? Where is your shirt!? WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR BRA?!” Steve had only just noticed your lack of clothing and the wound on your ribs, much to your surprise. How had he not realised that sooner?

Eddie, only now registering the same thing, adverts his eyes away from your half naked form for your decency.

“... Steve, how have you only just noticed? I’ve been in my bra since I jumped into the lake after you. Idiot. And I got bit by a bat, but it’s nothing major.” You reassure.

Nancy takes the bandana that you had pressed against your ribs away and examines your wound. After some inspecting, she straightens the bandana out and folds it over to tie around your ribs. Unfortunately, the bandana cut short, meaning it wouldn’t tie around your ribs. Nancy searched her brain for other ideas when Eddie stepped forward, still keeping his eyes adverted as best as he could.

“I uh, use mine. To tie with the other, I mean.” He says, holding his bandana out.

Nancy thanks him and begins tying the two together before tying them around your ribs.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off when Eddie’s denim jacket was thrown at him.

“For your modesty, dude.”

Once Nancy had secured the bandana-bandage around your ribs, she stepped back and stood next to Steve. She was about to speak when a sudden rumbling and shaking shook the place, making you tumble backwards. You placed your hand over your head, bracing for the impact of falling over, only to feel someone pull you into their chest, their arm around your waist holding you securely. You placed your hand on the persons arm, trying to brace yourself against them. Almost as soon as the shaking started, it stopped. A second passed in which no one moved, just taking a moment to process what had just happened. You glance down at arm around your waist and see the leather sleeve and ringed hand holding you firmly. Looking up, you meet the brown eyes of Eddie staring right back at you.

“I-uh... thank you.” You awkwardly look away, not really knowing what to say.

“Don’t you be getting all handsy on my sister, Munson. I can see you.” Steve warned, Nancy being held in his own hold. You groan at that.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever man.” He released you from his hold and you step forwards, looking over to Robin who was currently sat on her butt.

“You okay Robin?” You call over to her. She just groans and gives a thumbs up in response.

The loud, drawn-out roaring of something in the distance caught everyone’s attention and shook you to the bone. That did not sound friendly.

“Yeah, so guns sound like a good idea to me.” The metalhead comments, being backed up by Robin.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Steve asks, letting go of Nancy.

“Just hold on a minute.” Eddie says, sliding off his leather jacket. Once it was off of him, he stepped over to where you currently stood, lightly chatting and helping Robin back up.

“Hey.” He calls, holding the jacket out to you.

“Huh- oh, um, thank you.” You say, taking the jacket off of him and sliding it on. It was nice and warm inside from him wearing it just moments before. You grab the zip at the bottom and try doing it up, only to struggle. After a few attempts you give up and just wrap the front around yourself. Eddie, noticing this, points at the zip of the jacket.

“May I?” He asks.

“Yes.” You release the jacket and watch as the brunette bends down slightly, grasping either side of the jacket. He starts doing the zip up, only to freeze in place, his attention caught on something. You assume he’s looking at the bandana around your ribs, so you apologise for it.

“Sorry it’s getting ruined, I’ll make sure to clean it as best as I can once we are back, or I’ll just get you a new one, promise.”

You wait for him to reply, but he doesn’t, he just remains quiet.

“Eddie?” You call.

“Show me your hip.” He blurts, lifting up the jacket on the right side to view your hip better.

“W-what? Why?!” You gasp, ripping the jacket out of his grasp and stepping back, not expecting him to say that.

“Just- your soulmate mark, I saw it, show me it again.” He whispers.

Going along with it, you warily move the leather out of the way and pull the waist of your shorts down slightly, revealing your soulmate mark on your hip. It was a light brown leaf of sorts, thin but long, simple and yet pretty. It’s not very noticeable unless you go searching for it, it blends in just nicely. You look at Eddie’s face and see him staring at the mark with wide eyes.

“What? Do you know someone with the same mark?” You questioned, eyes drifting towards your own mark.

“Of course, I do!” Eddie states, releasing the jacket and standing upright abruptly, making you jump. A small smile is on his face as his hand shoots to his hellfire tee and lifts up the right side of it, revealing the same mark on his hip as the one on yours.

“Wh-I... you’re my...”

“Soulmate.” He finishes, releasing his tee, and letting it drop back down.

He holds a hand out for you to shake, the smile still on his face.

“Why don’t we try and start over? On civil terms?” He offers.

A smile of your own winds its way onto your cheeks as you take his hand, giving it a firm but gentle shake.

“Of course, soulmate.”

02/07/22

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #dustin henderson #upside down #eddie x reader

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woodsfae · 1 year

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Babylon 5 s02E08 Soul Mates

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oh god. All three of Londo Mollari's wives. Minus two. Sounds very slightly more manageable. To watch.

What kind of mind trick was that? Stoner, lol. Maybe it’s the scent of dank weed floating off him.

No. I just made a very weird noise. Talia's ex husband Matt Stoner has arrived on B5. This is going to be an episode of all time. I can just tell.

Timov: "I won't bite, Vir." Vir: “With all due respect, madam, that's not what I heard." Timov: “All right....that one time." Vir: “It was...it was twice..."

Oh, Centauri. why. Them Being Like That is, so far, kinda funny, kinda repelling. While being unfairly interesting, actually. I'm getting to be fond of complaining about them. And I also realized today that part of what repels me about them is that I feel unwillingly voyeuristic whenever they get heterosexually dysfunctional.

^ actually me whenever the Centauri whip out a tentacle or overshare about their painfully hetero sex lives

Another wife has arrived! I quite like these two women interacting.

John Sheridan, my heart just grew three sizes. That's so sweet! Friends and allies!

ashfdsjhfd. OK. I have to pause and quote this Ivanova and Delenn interaction because I just put my hands over my face and scream-laughed for a minute over Delenn's hair.

Delenn, all but vibrating in rage: "Commander. I want you to understand. I acquired human characteristics to bring your people and mine closer together. To symbolize our mutuality! It is supposed to be a dignified, inspiring transition for both humans and Minbari. So will you, please, explain to me, why this - this - this *rips at hair*" Ivanova: "Hair." Delenn *rips at a trapped hairbrush* "...refuses to cooperate?!"

This is also everything I ever wanted. And also why my hair is never allowed to grow longer than my chin before I whack it off.

Delenn: "Please. I trust you."

my heart

Oh, Talia. My heart again, for totally different reasons. PsiCorps are shits.

And G'Kar!! I've missed G'Kar. His armor is getting prettier and prettier I swear.

So shimmery and shiny!

I could watch Daggair and Timov all day.

Daggair: "Your problem, Timov, is that you've never known your place." Timov: "My place? You once threatened to break a vase over his head." Daggair, laughing: "Well, that...that, was the impetuousness of youth." Timov: "That was last month."

Timov definitely has Londo's number. I agree with her, Daggair is definitely up to something.

Timov: "The secret of our marriage's success, Londo, is our lack of communication. You have jeopardized that success, and I would know why."

This is absolutely, hands down, the funniest, most engaging, and delightful Centauri episode so far. I love Timov so much. She can come back whenever she likes.

Happy 30th Ascension Day, Londo.

Wow, a two-out-of-three divorce is a great 30th Ascension Day gift from the emperor. Well, any one wish within his power is a great gift, but it totally tracks that Londo would use it to get out of as many arranged marriages as possible (while insisting that it's a valid way of life and other people should just shut up and take the marriages).

I like the staggered introduction of Mollari wives.

I bet the props department had a ton of fun coming up with alien artifacts.

Lennier is back!!! He's so sweet. Checking to make sure the hair curlers aren't painful. I must disagree with Delenn: they may not be physically painful, but they're a psychological torment.

This tension between Garibaldi and Matt Stoner is delightful. He's clearly a shit, but he and Garibaldi have banger chemistry.

Londo: "Be careful. I should have warned you. On Earth, you have these creatures - insects attracted to flames?" Sheridan: "Uh, yes. Moths. They're drawn to flames and bright lights, and get burned." Londo: "Mariel is drawn to men of power in that same way. But trust me - she burns them."

I like her.

My most insistent inclination right now is that Londo will stay married to Timov. But I could also see him staying with Mariel just because she's the youngest, or he admires her zest for burning powerful men. Or Daggair, since she's flattering his ego on this trip. It'll be interesting to see how this goes! Perhaps this divorce is a fake-out and he'll end up using his favor for something completely unrelated.

Fuck U Matt. Leave her alone.

This is definitely a case of the cure being worse than the sickness. Losing telepathy after a lifetime of having it sounds traumatic. Losing it to get out of PsiCorps grip if there's no other option - potentially worth it, depending on the individual. Having your creepy ex arrange for it, thus giving his obsessed and gross self something to hold over you? Nooo. No thank you.

Talia, to Garibaldi: "Please, keep out of this. It's not your concern." Garibaldi: "I...I feel it is." Talia: "Feel differently."

TELL HIM SIS. Fuck yes. Talia telling men to fuck off instead of appeasing them and de-escalating is a glorious thing to behold.

Londo: "You haven't changed." Timov: "You have. You've devolved."

Your honor, I love her.

:( I'm sorry you're apologizing to Gaibaldi, Talia.

And that you're considering leaving with Matt!

Understandable feelings, F- risk assessment.

Londo and G'Kar's fighting is as delightful as ever! Londo could do so much with his brainpower if he devoted it to anything worthwhile, and this is obvious because he's so good at fucking with G'Kar.

Lennier is so fucking cute. Londo is going to cheat so hard with those marked cards.

Murder via ancient, Centauri artifact is a pretty interesting way to take someone out.

Obviously Matt Stoner sucks, but I continue to love him and Garibaldi interacting.

Awwww, Timov.

"Whatever you think of me, doctor, I have some principles that even twenty years with Londo can't erase."

oh my god. hahahahaha I love her.

Security Officer: "There's just something about [Matt] that makes you wanna like him."

Hmmmm. Residual PsiPowers?

Franklin: "Ambassador Mollari, do you mind if make one personal observation? Londo: "No, not at all." Franklin: "Stick it." Londo: "How odd. I didn't even know we were married."

That's a pretty good one. I tolerate the Centauri Boomer Humor a lot better when it's less hetero.

Matt definitely has some latent PsiPowers. Shake it off, Talia! Kick him in the nads!

Well, setting him up to being hit by Garibaldi is OK too, I guess.

I did wonder if Mariel was responsible for the poisoning. Love her. And G'Kar! He continues to be a total delight and I love seeing him interact with new people.

Matt: "Look into my mind. No shields. No tricks." Talia: "No chance."

Good plan. A+ risk assessment. That's character growth!

It is slightly laudable that Londo prefers to have honestly over flattery in his stable relationships.

:( oh fuck, poor Delenn. Menstruating is not something you wanna pick up, especially when it comes with cramps. :(

next episode

#babylon 5 #delenn #g’kar #john sheridan #timov mollari #londo mollari #woodsfae gif #woodsfae b5

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NEW MUSIC: Carmen Caska ~ To Be Plugged

NOTE: I originally posted this to AOTY, but thought I'd drop here as well

I have been really excited for this project, ever since it was first mentioned all the way back in 2019/2020.

Over the last few years, it has been relatively quiet on Caska’s front regarding their musical output; a couple demos here and there but otherwise not so much.

In 2020 there was “WHACK” - a more classically hip-hop styled track complete with chipmunk vocals and a real sense of Spaß (to appropriate a Brechtian term) in both Caska’s vocal delivery and lyrics as we learn about the artist’s personal convictions and how they navigate through the world.

In 2021 there was “220 - 2” an interesting listen that with hindsight, due to its pitch shifting and glitchy, yet serene drops, could be viewed as a forecast for the musical direction Caska was headed.

These aside, the last substantial offering Caska was the 2019 mixtape, “ARI”- a project that saw the artist take a dramatic leap forward from their early days of Acoustic-y Lofi Hip-hop (under the alias Toph, or Topshiba) into a world of more industrial/Alternative hip-hop. On “To Be Plugged” however, we see Caska take yet another step - this time incorporating flavours of hyper-pop and electronic music into the mix, yielding a more ambitious, confident and engaging listen.

Over this span we’ve also seen several artist name changes for this project, starting with Ari Mori, moving to Aari Mori finally arriving at Carmen Caska - a fact that is useful to note as they are the literal stages of Caska's devopment.

Context aside, the review begins below

The album opens with “through me” an electronic, shoegaze-y number that sets the sonic stage for what we are about to listen to. Lyrically, Caska establishes a recurring theme of snow - something that is referred to again later on the project. As a listener, you very much “descend” into the world of this project during it’s runtime and it definitely feels so beginning with this track.

“You will drop everything” is an uptempo track that could have fit in on “Ari” - not that this is a bad thing. Instrumentally, this song feels like you’re travelling in a race car, with bending synths, glitchy drums, and a roaring bass.

“Lil Hoe” - is an alternate version of what was the lead single titled “Gutted” released with an accompanying mv in 2020. Due to this song, or at least the idea for it being in the ether for so long relative to the rest of the tracks, I feel most attached to this one. Though I miss the clearer original’s lyrics, in particular section in the original with the lyrics “Made into an addict but I loved her” I appreciate this track for what it is, which at the end of the day is still a hyper-pop banger.

“Have Mercy” is probably one of my favourite songs off this album, there is a fantastic sense of progression throughout its run, the “This is like this many rings” part just goes HARD and I also love the line “all the angels have fallen”

“Last Dance” is an apocalypse party anthem, with fluttering/growling arpeggios - which echo Portishead’s “the rip”

On “Heart Ate Whole” Caska flexes their fantastic production talents - its just a marvel to listen to.

“Tear” is a powerful, yet serene stroll down memory lane, as Caska manages to express the feeling of growing up - I have already written a review for this so I won’t go on much longer- but I wanted to note that it is my thinking that the reference to snow on this record could be a symbol of purity, or innocence, which becomes more powerful considering its use on this particular song

“Kill Me now” - feels Jpegmafia influenced in the best way, especially with the gang vocal chops - there’s a great sense of balance between braggadocio and vulnerability, which reminds me specifically of Peggy’s song “Kenan vs Kel”.

“Valhalla” is another banger - nuff said.

The project ends on “East River”, which I think is one of Caska’s best penned songs. I LOVED the passage “What did he think about?/In those very last breaths before the air ran out/Was it someone/Who gave meaning to every bubble/Who made his heart more than a muscle”. Instrumentally, I liked the distorted guitars and the way the whole composition builds is immaculate. - A truly epic closer.

All in all, I believe that this project is very well conceptualised/executed. Fantastic production, Unique vocals, some decent to brilliant lyrics as well. Would highly recommend. My only critique is that the lyrics are still buried in the mix, of course this is in no small part a stylistic choice, however I still feel that it obfuscates what could otherwise make for a more engaging listen.

This also happened to release on my birthday, so thank you for the amazing gift and keep up the great work, Caska!

#carmen caska #new music #review #long reads #hyper pop #electronic #alternative

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Insomnia essay about LDS, Reflections, beware of heavy spoilers. Terrible spelling, very rambly. I'm not getting any sleep and neither will you :p

Tl;dr: latest lds is one of my new favourite episodes overall, they're showing that geniune nerd passion that makes star trek so amazing. also i love where this season is going and i love that the showrunners are catering to me personally specifically. (lds is The Most Trek.)

i think it's telling that what gets mocked in both plots are the uniforms and the optics and the whack fringe bs that starfleet have to deal with (the delta flyer as the culprit for threshold, the brain worms from conspiracy). it's also telling that cadet rutherford has some of the most vicious criticisms against starfleet. but look at him and the passion he has for making space hot rods! rutherford-of-the-present is so shocked at how angry rutherford-of-the-past is, but they both care SO MUCH. they just want to build spaceships and go fast and make friends! present rutherford can see that past rutherford's anger is infantile, and he's lashing out because he's scared and hurt, presumably by the institution he trusts. there are still entirely benign options for the line "he'll think it was elective" - it might have been a traumatic accident and a next of kin decided to take the chance and not saddle rutherford with the memory for example. of course "starfleet was problematic" does make for the more compelling story. but considering how this season is going ("trust the system!" and it works! because this is the utopian future!), it would surprise me if they did it in any other way than "starfleet was problematic, and the problem is going to get fixed".

the archaeologist and mariner likewise is a super compelling subplot. because mariner wants to be the Bad Boy so badly, but she saved the contact after the archeologist revealed she's a good guy - just stealing the elgin marbles from the british museum/those toras from the vatican museum rather than doing it the long-winded paper-based way that starfleet would have done. and i can't remember right now and i'm too lazy to look it up, but was it mariner who complained about federation scientists always "taking the shortcut & not going through the academy" and then needing starfleet to rescue them in minding the mind's mines? we also don't see the archeologists motivations at all - does she geniunely care about returning the grand nagus staff because it's the symbol of office for the head of the ferengi theocracy? or does she just want to be the Big Damn Hero who Doesn't Play By The Rules? and does it even matter to rom and the ferengi?

(as an aside: does rom care about the stick. does he have a new one. is the old one in any way significant to him or his people. was zek's stick auctioned off for his funeral. rom's the fucking nagus, he could have hired a ferengi crew to steal it back and wouldn't have needed to rely on a human.)

and can you imagine getting mocked for "aren't you guys a military" not even a decade after the dominion war? when you're representing ALL peaceful interests of ALL member species? because the mission isn't just about expansion or border protection or w/e:

the presumption is that the universe is enormous and full of friends, life that we don't even understand, amazing phenomena that make you reconsider your place in life/society/the universe, technologies and cultures that can elevate the standard of living on a massive scale - and then you constantly come across, like, abandoned drones that destroy planets, lifeforms like the horta or the space amoeba that are dangerous to the unwary, parasitic life that destroys entire cultures on purpose, expansionist empires, cultures that choose outright fascism or slavery or personal gain over societal welfare. and your own people are constantly running away to the fringes and settling somewhere to found Weird Cults without legal oversight. And ultimately, the Federation has its problems, because how WOULDN'T you have problems, but there is such an emphasis on self-determination of members and neighbours that the result is a massive collection of cultures who enjoy such a high standard of living that even participation in society (work, military service etc) is entirely voluntary for billions of people.

And it's all so incredibly fragile. so when there's a cemented windsock or a cube or a romulan with ambitions or fucking butt parasites are headed for earth, who are you going to call? THE GUYS WHO JUST WANT TO STUDY QUASARS. and then you laugh at them because their sincerest wish is to not be a military, but they are the ones fulfilling that role when necessary.

(because they put themselves into that role on purpose. but that's the set up, isn't it? what if the military'a first mission was humanitarian and scientific? what if they tried to protect everybody regardless of membership status?)

I think for fans and official writers it's always tempting to look for the grimdark in starfleet because on the one hand, that's what's missing from the original vision (not really, there's plenty of grimdark right from the start, but they're optimists about it.). on the other hand the whole thing is coming out of american exceptionalism, which isn't the worst basis for speculative fiction. and on the third (?) hand, there has been this fashion since the early 2000s (and i blame 9/11 and shrek, whomst i love) of doing everything ironically and deride the kind of passion that makes star trek so great.

So the last episode was SO GOOD and very cathartic. They just want to study quasars and protect the right to self-determination of all sentient life! that's what they care about! and it's so easy to point and laugh and call them nerds because, to steal from tolkien's lotr foreword, they've bared their heart for all the world to see and take a shot at.

#star trek #lower decks #lds #the lady general rambles #spoilers

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munsons-maiden · 2 years

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Really hoping this goes through, and I apologize for sending this in several times but my internet was out of whack for a little bit. So if you get this more than once, I’m sorry for that.

So here’s another interview snippet with Amy, and once again, I don’t know how to feel.

@strangermunsons I'm terribly sorry it took me eternity to reply to this but I'm still contemplating what I think about this tbh.

I've been mussling this over for weeks, just like the interview with Amy about the tattoos, and...I don't trust her. She's the head of makeup department on this show. She has to know some things.

What's still rattling around in my mind is that she changed her initial IG caption for the first pics of the wounds from "Intentionally not too deep and unneccessarily gory" to "Intentionally not too unneccessarily gory" and I'm still trying to figure out why the hell she should have done that if she didn't have a moment of "oh shit did I say too much?".

And I still don't really believe her about the tattoos being all coincidences. The bats? Metal, very Ozzy, yeah. Okay. I can believe that. The puppet master? Makes sense. A weird coincidence but I buy it.

The Wyvern for Dungeons and Dragons? Makes sense. The demon face? Yup, Hellfire Club has a demon face as its logo which Eddie designed so makes sense. But...it even has bloody lips. Demons don't have bloody lips. Vampires do. And so did Eddie when he died.

BUT THE BLACK WIDOW SPIDER?! That's NOT a coincidence. I mean, five tattoos are a lot, and we don't even really see the spider. But this very spider is VECNA'S ultimate symbol. That's not a coincidence and it's not foreshadowing for enything that happened in ST4.

All the other tattoos tie in with Eddie's arc in season 4 and that's why the spider stands out.

Sorry to bring up the tattoos but it goes hand in hand with the wounds - they are not deadly. I said it after the finale, I've been saying it for the past months and I'll say it in eighty years, those wound are not deadly. And her IG caption or rather the change of it somehow proves that point. Instructions have been given. They fucking let the costume department taylor the shirt Mike is wearing because nothing else felt right. They got their hands on every minor detail, for every character, and they keep saying that nothing in this show is ever coincidence - something we all agree with because they've foreshadowed things seasons before.

Nothing. Is. A. Coincidence.

And then Amy L. Forsyhte wants us to believe that everything about Eddie was a coincidence? The tattoos, the quality and quantity of the wounds? Hell no. I don't believe a single word fshe says 👀

#kiki answers #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things 5 #stranger things season 5 #joe quinn

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I was SO EXCITED when I saw the new chapter came out but I have a lot going on right now so I had to wait until now to actually read it with the attention it deserves so here goes!!!

I mean,, he’s right esp that SNAKE she’s def gonna try to terribly injure mc I just know it.

NOT THE POUT AHHH give it to him MC !

YESSSSSSSS YOONNGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIII AHHHHHHHH tbh I forgot he was finally in the story hhhhh

Right hand of areum,,,,, this is either really good or really bad pls Missy I’m begging don’t have her double cross us 😭😭😭

MC is right I wouldn’t wanna fight him either I’d be dead LMAO

The smirk,,,, Jungkook do you have something you’d like to share with the class??

YOONGI LMAO I love this so much Missy the way I can so clearly picture him your writing is perfect the characterization is perfect just perfection

NOT FIRST TIME I- IN FRONT OF YOONGI???? As if physically embarrassing her in front of Yoongi wasn’t enough🙄

YEAHH YOONGI GET HIMMMM I really hope we see more of yoongi just brutally embarrassing Jungkook in front of MC bc she deserves to have that after all the teasing jk does to her

LMAO not he’s strict pls he’s trying to make sure you do okay in the fight ,,,, however I wouldn’t want him to teach me either sounds scary lol

I will beat up those guardsmen idk what they did yet but,,, DO NOT intimidate my sweet baby wheein 😡

Damn I bet she’d be the best fighter of them all too🥺

Well damn areum she can barely do anything yet HHHH the TikTok audio of “I just a baby” is what’s playing in my mind rn

NOT ITLL BE OVER QUICK PLS 😭😭😭

SHES RUNNING SO SHE DOESNT GET HURT YOU ASS

oh 🫠

Aww the way this position would’ve made bby MC all flustered but now she can just talk and be fine I love this development v much🥹

Okay but,,, she will be fighting seohyun so ,,,, mayhaps the urge to strike would fill her then👀 bc it CERTAINLY would fill me LMAO I would be trying whack her good

Not MC essentially sneaking out of class by saying she’s going to help

MC nooo🥺 your scars are symbols of the great help you provided pls🥺🥺🥺

Watch her be a prodigy at knife throwing I’m v excited at this prospect

YESSS GO MC GO MC !!!!!!! Pls tell me jungkook was watching

YESSSSSS honestly idk what areum means by utilizing it though so jungkook,,, we are currently in the same boat lmao,,, although I find it a little unfair like why does it have to be a sword fight??? Why can’t the duel be something else like an archery competition I mean you need archers in war too,,,

Ah. Well. I guess training would be good for it but I’m still worried about the duel ,,,

Playing catch with their new puppy pls I love this so much how cute😭

Oh yeah that makes sense, she /has/ been targeted quite a bit lately too,,,

Oop. This is so scary though poor mc:( and poor Jungkook pls they’re just now getting comfortable with each other let them have peace😭😭😭

Ah yes it also wouldn’t be fair to the people hhhh

LMAOOOO AS IF YALL WERE COMMUNICATING WELL AT THAT TIME JK PLS “had i not made that clear” PLEASE

No he would LOVE the chance to flaunt in Jins face mc

I CANT WAIT AHHHHHH

Yeah it would suck for him to get used to being in the castle and then suddenly not be allowed in anymore:/

If this man had anything to do with the attempt on MC ,,,, and if he’s the old guard head and is the one who scared wheein ooooohh I want this man’s head

TANTRUM ????? HIS WIFE WAS ALMOST MURDERED

Now why is the uncle on his side all of a sudden hello ???

The wolf didn’t have to die but okay ,,,

Mmmm I don’t trust this bounty hunter one bit I bet he’s in on it somehow. I don’t like this

WHY DOES HEEEEEE HAVE TO COME TO DINNER like the creepy uncle nobody likes ugh🙄

If it’s seohyuns family first I’m gonna lose it

Well that was entirely unhelpful.

That’s so unfair to the actual people of the country who need more help ,,,

Ugh

Sighhhhhh if wheein is saying it then ,,,, I guess .

I love wheein and mcs relationship it’s just so sweet and good🥹

Wheein🥺 she’s been through so much,,,, but also YEONJUNNNNN lmao anyways

LMAO THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TAEHYUN AND JK AND MC AND WHEEIN PLEASEEEEEE

RUBBING HIS HEAD LIKE LMAOOOO yeah we all know jk is a handful, taehyun poor thing

Oh MC you sweet naive bby

POOR TAEHYUN PLS DONT DRAG HIM INTO IT HES ALREADY DEALING WITH IT ALL DAY LMAOOOOOO

NOT DISMISSED 😭😭😭

Yeah we need to get to the root the assassins just a hired hand in this case,,,,

Poor mc she thought everything would be fine if she made this huge sacrifice but it’s just been mess after mess :/

That man can’t keep his mouth shut ofc

Pls pls let Jungkook be right bc if something goes really wrong his dumb ass uncle is gonna make mc feel so so horrible and like she’s ruined everything for jk

Yoongi voice of reason exactly exactly

Awww MC 🥺 she’s really falling for him my bby

THATS SO SWEET AWWWWW HE GIVES HER THE STRENGTH PLS

NO NO NO NO PLS DONT LEAVE HER ALONE SHE COULD DIE NO IM SO SCARED

Oh fuck off.

she almost /died/ saving ppl from a fire AND then /again/ after just giving a speech are we serious right now ????? No bc I know some bs is gonna happen and she’s gonna get framed for something ISNT SHE ???? No no no I cannot have this for my bby

YEAH TELL HIM MC !!! FUCK HIM UP !!! Ugh I love how confident she was

Sighhh mc AND yoongi are gonna be in trouble when the prince finds out they didn’t tell him and I know he’s gonna find out before she has the chance to tell him sighhhhhhhhh

UGH THE FUCKING DUEL I FORGOT

Damn that’s a wild history ,,,,,

YESSSSSS ABOLISH THE OLD SYSTEM AND REHABILITATE EXACTLY

oh 🫠 man He- wow.

MISSY what great chapter!!! Thank you again for sharing your amazing writing with us! I can tell things are really getting set into place and that things are gonna start like realllllyyyyy kicking off soon oof. What a lovely chapter and what a nice way to be fully introduced to yoongi!!! The little moments between MC and JK and esp at the end when he comforts her pls🥹💕 they’re really growing into their relationship it’s so lovely to see. And the relationships between wheein and mc and taehyun and jk I’m always here for scenes that show us their dynamics more I love it!! And the whole archery thing yes!!!! I’m so excited for what’s to come!!! Thank you again and I hope you’re doing well!!! -💜💜💜

HEHEHEH you got me giggling and twirling my hair with these asks!! I’m dying at your reactions to the first scene because ALSO JUNGKOOK WAS SO OUT OF POCKET FOR THE “FIRST TIME” COMMENT IN FRONT OF YOONGI 😭 also you can imagine my face as I wrote Yoongi being Areum’s right hand HEH 😈😈😈 guess y’all are just gotta have to stick with me and find out if that’s a good or a bad thing!

Also as for Wheein and what happened after use helped Jungkook…🫣 this mayhaps…is a surprise tool for later, or should I say MUCH sooner HEHEHE !!! BUT ALSO YOUR REACTION TO JUNGKOOK AND MC’S SPAR HAHAHA that was another moment I thoroughly enjoyed writing! Just that whole scene was so fun, especially MC being all pouty and continually running from him and him just being like 🤨come back🤨

As for Areum’s mention of him ultizing her natural ability in aim…that knight also be a surprise tool for later ;) because she isn’t necessarily referring to the duel when she mentions this! As for why it’s swords only, it’s mainly due to the fact that a lot of their culture centers around steelwork, and most of steelwork when it comes to weaponry is…swords, they go a bit hand in hand. Archery is used but it’s not a very utilized skill in Penumbra, whereas everybody and their baby can wield a sword or dagger.

!!! PLEASE I was SO excited for everyone’s reaction at the scene where they’re playing with lil pup 🥹 even if the subject they’re discussing is…grim at best, but still, the bonding time!! 🥹🫶 also LSHAKJSS YESS JUNGKOOK IS TOTALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO GOADING SEOKJIN ABOUT BEING MARRIED TO MC 😭

LOL don’t you worry about MC and Yoongi not mentioning the whole Di Jin situation to Jungkook everything is gonna coming spilling out soon enough HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA…or will it? 🤨🤨🤨 also!! I wasn’t sure how that scene would shake down because at first I assumed MC would be intimidated by Di Jin’s threat but then as I was writing it I was just sitting there like 😧 damn MC you tell him!! Hahaha I always surprise myself when writing takes an unexpected turn, also a badass turn because she isn’t about to be pushed around anymore 😤

Ahhh I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to write such lovely reviews for each chapter! I LOVE seeing your messages come in and it gives me such a nice opportunity to deep dive more into my thoughts process on how or why something was written the way it was!! It’s been a slow moving training for MC and Jungkook but don’t you worry things are about to get a little more saucy, between them AND the rest of the plot 🫣 whether that’s good or bad we’ll just have to see LOL

#missy answers #fic: wicked #anon

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the nxx boys and what presentation medium they use but i purposely picked crummy ones because everybody needs flaws

wc: 656

artem wing: the most boring microsoft powerpoint templates

artem would be straight to the point. he wants the information on the slide, it's readable, it exists, and Thats It

we all know hes got close to no talent in anything visual arts related so he relies on templates. and thats fine, everything is clear, but it's also like getting a slice of plain white bread projected onto the board

hell, sometimes he wont even bother with a template. he'll just use a blank slide

maybe purgatory is artem wing's powerpoint presentations

vyn richter: prezi

for those of you who dont know, prezi is a presentation software that i had to endure so many of my high school teachers using and i frigging hated it, i hate prezi so much, if there is a presentation method that is the unsexiest on this list, it's prezi, and im giving it to vyn partly to balance out how pretty he is. but why do i hate prezi?

because it induces MOTION SICKNESS

gif above taken from prezi's official support site and this is the zoom function. looks cool but lemme tell ya! opening a box and then realizing in that box is 7 other boxes gets confusing as hell and also just all this nyooming around makes me feel like im on a rollercoaster but it's not fun

vyn would probably love this function because oooohhh, it's symbolic, inside every mind is more and more information that can be delved into deeper. vyn is making prezi presentations that feel like theyre going into the mariana's trench, once youre down there, youre deep, youre not getting out, also you are so, so dizzy in his class

marius von hagen: nothing but stage presence

nothing. hes using nothing. he stands up, says his shit, and uses no presentation aid AT ALL.

he learned he liked this method best back when he was studying in florence cuz listen, when youre an art student surrounded by art students, the tendency is that everybody relies on the visuals to get their point across

not marius. he wants to set himself apart from the crowd with sheer verbal presentation skill, with GRAVITAS, and he pulls it off

but jesus christ, he sends NOTHING the others can use as reference

when he becomes PAX CEO, thankfully making presentation decks wont be his job, i think. for the most part he'll write and present the info but presentation decks r usually done by graphic designers, something i think PAX would have a bunch of

but if hes presenting on his own with no ppl to make a deck for him? his method is this:

luke pearce: the overhead projector

i like to think luke's love for antiques started when he was young. he was drawn to old trinkets and then moved onto outdated tech and then incorporated as much of these objects into his life as his love letter to the beauty of objects from the past

i also like to think luke and mc's classmates back in high school fucking hated when he was gonna present stuff because he'd wheel in this dinosaur from the school's storage room

afrigging plastic sheet projected thru an orange light. it's hard to read. i couldnt frigging read anything from it when i experienced this in grade school and for the teenagers of tot's future-ish setting? this is hellish

to make things worse, luke adds onto the printed text on the plastic sheets with his own handwritten notes in permanent marker.

and his handwriting

sucks

he uses overhead projectors even when he gets into the NSB until aaron whacked him over the head, annoyed that luke was making him relive the 90s. the overhead projector gives aaron flashbacks of when he was as stupid idiotic as luke. he shudders...

#tears of themis #artem wing #vyn richter #marius von hagen #luke pearce

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Where There’s a Whill, There’s a Windu

Context: original post, chrono

(Summary of the AU: Disaster lineage got tossed back in time. Anakin stayed 21-ish, but Obi-Wan and Ahsoka got deaged, took new names for time-travel reasons (Ylliben and Sokanth, or Ben and Soka) and have been officially adopted by Anakin.)

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“You’re attached.”

“You’re just now noticing?”

Master Windu eyes him for a few long moments, and then joins him on the ground. Anakin can’t help but smirk. There’s something gratifying about having respect from the man, in this life.

“The other members of the council are concerned.”

“And you aren’t?”

“I am, but for other reasons,” Windu says.

Anakin doesn’t meet his eyes, doesn’t even respond for a long minute. He just looks out over the Room of a Thousand Fountains, spread out below them like hundreds of jungles pieced together in a jigsaw of flora. It’s been his favorite room in the Temple since he was a child, and it’s always overwhelming.

“Most of them have accepted that you adopted them because of Mandalorian customs, and that you stayed where you were due to the will of the Force,” Windu continues. “But they are… uncomfortable with how blatantly your attachments show.”

“Mandalorians are loud and refuse shame. It rubbed off.”

“You said you would kill for these children.”

“I’m their father. That’s kind of expected.”

Windu’s expression is tired. A little tired of stress, but mostly tired of Anakin’s shit. “You know what I’m trying to get at.”

“Do I?”

“Skywalker.”

“No, I’m serious. I need you to spell this out. I’ve had a million slightly-contradicting lectures on this topic, and I’ve been told pretty clearly that I misinterpreted a solid half of them. If you want a constructive conversation, you can’t be vague. I’m thirty-three years old and a father of two, Master Windu, so yes, I’m attached. What you mean by that word is going to change where this conversation goes.”

It’s gratifying to see the Master actually think it over.

“Ylliben’s tattoos have been causing the most recent stir,” Windu finally says. “They nearly all relate to family, whether new or old, and the symbolism is concerning to those who are already upset about the Mandalorian upbringing. They worry that he’ll remain too tied to people he grew up with, and unable to maintain neutrality in future diplomatic ventures, or at risk of a fall if one of the people he’s seen fit to memorialize is injured or killed. The assume a similar state of mind may be applicable to your daughter and yourself, especially given the off-color jokes about how possessive your children are about each other.”

“They’re worried about emotional immaturity,” Anakin summarizes. He offers a wan, unimpressed grin. “They do realize he’s fourteen, right? Nobody’s emotionally stable at fourteen. The hormones are out of whack.”

“I’m aware,” Windu grinds out. “And I’m aware that your histories, of war and all such things, make your ties much stronger, but you can see why the Council worries, especially those who are wary of the memories your children carry but won’t explain. I’m the only one you’ve told, Skywalker.”

“Plo and Depa know.”

“Plo and Depa aren’t on the council.”

“Yet.”

“Skywalker.”

He relents. “It’s not about Mandalore, Master Windu. It’s about Tatooine.”

Windu lets that sit for a few moments, and then sighs. “I don’t know enough about Tatooine to parse that.”

“Shmi and I are former slaves,” Anakin says, as bluntly as he can. “I was freed at nine, she at eleven, and for all that we are free, we’re not freeborn. We were born slaves, and raised slaves, and we were freed too late to forget that life. The way we think is always going to be affected by the way we grew up. That applies to all sentients, more or less, but it’s… the slave mentality is completely at odds with Jedi teachings, because Jedi teachings can only be taught in a safe environment.”

Windu nods slowly, and says, “That does make sense, but it’s… forgive me, but that’s why we don’t normally take children older than four.”

“From the perspective of teaching cultural values, that makes sense,” Anakin allows. “Teaching a Jedi child that’s cared for with communal resources that they do not need material things to be happy is fine; trying to convince a slave child of the same, someone who grew up being told they do not deserve material things, and that their owner can take anything at any time, including family? I lived that life, trying to adjust to ascetic Jedi values that coincided poorly with slave rules. I know exactly how poorly that transition can go when the person caring for the child doesn’t know how to handle the points of conflict.”

“Do you regret joining the Jedi?” Windu asks.

Anakin shakes his head. “My Jedi master, bless him, cared, and tried very hard, but he wasn’t ready to handle a kid like me and in hindsight, I know that. He needed grief counseling, and I needed therapy, and neither of us was getting it. I don’t… I don’t believe anyone in the Temple would have known how to handle a kid like me.”

“But you don’t regret it.”

“I was meant to be a Jedi,” Anakin says, as firmly as he can without getting unnecessarily bitchy about it. “My struggles with the Code aside, I was meant to be here. But the Temple doesn’t have any resources for children who come older, and I think… I think you do need that.”

“You just outlined why a child can’t follow the Code if they come from a different enough background,” Windu says.

Anakin shakes his head. “No, that’s not—I think a kid like me can learn to be a Jedi, if a little unconventional, if they’re taught correctly. The desperation to cling to anyone and anything you have can be unlearned. It takes time and effort, but it’s possible. Soka and Ben are good at balancing Tatooine care with Jedi control. If you talk to Ben, you get an entire philosophical breakdown about it, but I’m more concerned with the child psychology, because that’s what could have broken me.”

Windu frowns. “You’re building up to something.”

“I think the Jedi need programs for children found older who can’t become full Jedi,” Anakin asserts. “Even those who cannot reconcile what they absorbed growing up with the Code and Jedi tradition… they, we, need guidance. The Council tried to reject me for being too old, and now that I’m grown I understand why, but… Master Windu, what do you think would have happened to me if I hadn’t had my Master to fight for me, and had been turned away?”

“We’d have looked into placing you back with your mother and, upon finding out that she was still enslaved, secured her freedom,” Master Windu says. “Qui-Gon Jinn had taken responsibility for you, and thus you were a ward of the Temple until such a time as you were safe again. It would have been cruel to keep you from your mother if we were not to raise you a Jedi, and crueler still to allow you to return to slavery.”

“And you think I’d have been safe with her?” Anakin asks. He needs Master Windu to understand this. “You think that would have ended well?”

“You don’t?”

“Ventress,” Anakin says. “Maul. Aurra Sing, even.”

Windu considers that. He looks across the grand, green room of the garden, and finally speaks. “You think you’d have been found and corrupted by a Sith.”

“I’d already helped Naboo win a battle. I was a powerful child with no support system in this respect, eager to please,” Anakin says. “Ventress and Maul both got twisted into Sith Apprentices. Aurra Sing was just a bounty hunter, but… even if the Jedi had never found me, and the Sith remained unaware, do you think I’d have ended up better than Sing? Or would the pressures of slavery have led to my Fall anyway, eventually slaughtering my owner, the Hutts, the entire system of Tatooine’s hells?”

Windu rubs a hand over his forehead. “I understand what you’re getting at.”

“It’s not just me,” Anakin says, as carefully as he can. “Even without the Sith, there are plenty of Force-Sensitive children in terrible situations that are liable to Fall just because of how power is wielded by those at the bottom. Refusing to take on students who are already at risk… the Jedi are meant to monitor Force users to prevent Sith and other dark-aligned people from harming the galaxy. It’s one of our primary duties. If the Jedi are allowing darksiders to rise just because of an age limit…”

“I get it,” Windu says, just a little aggressive. “I understand. Give me a minute.”

Anakin tries to wait. He’s older now, he can do that. He can be patient.

He tries to convince himself that it’s true.

“You have a point,” Master Windu finally allows. “And with the knowledge that the Sith are out there, still, it’s a more salient point than most would think. The EduCorps already has a subdivision for teaching meditative techniques to low-level force users who need to learn shielding but aren’t sensitive enough to be Jedi, or are just too old, but I see your point about encouraging a program for powerful Force-Sensitives that aren’t discovered early enough to integrate into the community in full.”

“And a more comprehensive Search pattern for the Outer Rim?” Anakin suggests. He shrugs at the look he gets. “What? You’ve seen my midicount. I was on Tatooine for almost a decade, and the only reason anyone found me was that Qui-Gon had to crash a ship in the middle of nowhere. I’m sure the Force led him to me, given all the coincidences, but that’s still a solid nine years that nobody did, despite how I apparently ‘shine like the sun’ or whatever.”

“Humble.”

“The last time I took a midichlorian test on a portable counter, it literally broke the device. That’s not arrogance, that’s just absurd.”

Windu looks exhausted by the comment. Anakin can’t bring himself to feel too bad about it.

“What about Jedha?” Anakin suggests instead. “Jedi find the kids, but if they’re too old to be Jedi, we could coordinate with one of the temples at Jedha to see about having them raised in the traditions of the Whills? They’re a little less orthodox, aren’t they?”

“In some respects,” Master Windu says. “More constrained in others, but… it’s a possibility. Most of the overlooked children, yourself included, are from parts of the Outer Rim that aren’t part of the Republic, Skywalker.”

Anakin shrugs. “And many of them would have been happy to be found and collected by a Jedi, even if they couldn’t become Jedi. Not the Dathomiri, since they’ve got their own thing going on, but… from what I know about Ventress, she actually did have a Jedi Master before the situation on Rattatak became… what’s the word… untenable? He died and she was left alone, and she’d been a slave already and it just… did not end well for her. But that was a planet overrun by pirates and warlords, and would have been approved as a planet the Jedi could help without it being a weird colonialism thing… if the Senate weren’t made up of cheapskates, at least.”

“Skywalker.”

“My name isn’t actually a reprimand, you know.”

“You’re not supposed to just say that,” Windu groans, running a hand over his face. “The Senate’s choice in funding is not optimal, but insulting them in that way, even in private—”

“They’re assholes,” Anakin says, and doesn’t let his humor show. “Except my late wife, but she’s not part of the Senate in this time, so I feel no shame in accusing the entire shitshow of being cheapskates.”

Windu looks about ready to push him off the ledge.

“You’re never allowed to go on diplomatic missions, are you?” Windu mutters.

“Unless it’s to Mandalore,” Anakin clarifies. “Also, never send me to Tatooine. Ever. Please. I kriffing hate that planet.”

“I’m going to assume you have plans to kill a Hutt if we ever send you to—”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Windu sighs. “I’ll discuss this with the Council, see how they feel about reaching out to Jedha for your suggestion regarding the Whills.”

“And you’ll tell them not to worry about my kids?”

“Skywalker, they are never going to stop worrying about your family,” Windu tells him.

“That’s fair.”

#Anakin Skywalker #Mace Windu #Obi Wan Kenobi #time travel #de aging #Jedha #Jedi #Phoenix Posts #Anakin and the Jedi Babies

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Aight yall know the rules. 18 PLUS. Minor DNI, this was written for and helped to be dreamed up by @kingkatsuki who is always down to simp over Bakugou with me. Drummer!Bakugou x kindagroupy fem reader. Warnings include lots of smut and impact play. 💋🐱

Welts and bruises were hardly seen beneath the black swirling ink that snaked from a thick wrist all the way up a banded arm to nestle itself just barely over a normally guarded heart. Your fingers grip at drumsticks as you look over a certain hot head, unsure of your relationship status other than the fact that he used you to bring himself down from the height of the show.

Just like he did a month ago at a meet and greet. Glaring at your stupid rare band shirt that featured him instead of his band mates. "No one gives a fuck about the drummer. It's why I'm the fucking drummer so I don't have to deal with mindless extras."

To be honest it was his first time seeing that shirt since production, signing all 70 in existence half heartedly. You recall how agitated he was, obviously forced to this meet and greet when normally there were rumors that he never shows. He twirls his drumstick in his large fingers to keep from exploding as Kirishima, Jiro and Denki entertain the snobby VIPs. You had been lucky enough to win your ticket in a radio drawing and even though Bakugou wasn't talking much, not that you expected him too, it was nice to be there.

Nice to have his garnet gaze cutting into your skin even if it was just harsh glares. It takes Kirishima a minute to figure out just why Bakugou hasn't left yet. His own glistening rubies roaming the small group of five until they land on you. The devil settles himself in Kirshima's skin as he stands, a rare and cocky smirk adornes his lips. He sits next to you, practically on top of you and your cheeks flush from the closeness of your second favorite band mate. You can smell the linger sweat from the show, musk and dark pine needles tickle your nose as you swallow desire whole. Choking just a bit as he leans closer. His calloused digits finger the hem of your shirt, pulling it away from your body a bit to inspect it more closely.

"Ah, that's a sight to see." He chuckles, eyeing the shirt that has a shirtless Bakugou in action, sticks raised as he sits over his precious drum set, "This is from one of our first real gigs."

"I know. The drumming interlude while Jiro rested her strained voice was so energizing. After that amazing show I had to buy a t-shirt of my favorite member! But they didn't have any at the show. It was hard finding this." Suddenly Bakugou's gaze becomes too much, leaving you feeling hot and bothered as the room seemed to smell like spiced caramel. What little ease you felt by Kirishima was devoured by the brooding blonde sitting on his throne of well worn leather. Gulping, you turn to face Kirishima a bit more as he chuckles again.

"You don't want sour puss as your favorite. How about I make you a deal huh?" The room goes a little quiet as the other VIPs feign interest to hear. After a moment you nod a bit nervously fighting to keep your gaze on Kirishima. Meanwhile Bakugou tongues his lip ring with irritation.

"Why don't we trade shirts? I'll give you mine for yours?" He says, large hand gripping at the fabric at the nape of his neck. Pulling it off in one swift motion, setting it gently in your hands. The fabric a bit damp from the show, tingling pine masks your senses as you grip at the black fabric.

Would it be rude to turn down a rock star?

Just as you're about to find out the blonde stands, all eyes wide and set on his godly figure. His abs peeking out from beneath his infamous sleeveless and tattered black denim vest.

The same one you wore now. You remember how he dragged you from the room and showed you just exactly who your favorite band member. Not knowing he played right into Kirishima's hand.

Even now he still gets possessive when Kirishima comes too close. Pushing the guitarist and side vocals harshly away as Bakugou comes to close to you, cornering you against a sidewall backstage.

"Hey Brat. Are you flirting with fire engine again?" His face says pissed but his tone is all tease. He nips at your ear before gripping your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. He licks a stripe up the column relishing how you taste before leaving a gasp inducing bite. Pink indents and a beautiful bruise bloom in his wake. Absentmindedly his thumb swipes over the mark gently.

"Did you hurt yourself Suki?" You ask softly, hands having discovered just how raised those welts were. He watches the worry stain your features, pulling your bottom lip into a delightful pout. He leans down to your face, pulling at the jutting lip and giving it a small bite. Your skin erupts in heat, surging through your body until it settles in between your legs. He pulls back, giving you his signature arrogant smirk.

"Oi, don't get so worked up Princess. I'll show you how I got them after this set." He takes the drumsticks from your grip giving you a final, searing kiss before he makes his way on stage. Always the first to get the crowd hyped up as everyone else got situated.

Anyone who had seen the same set of songs performed twice weekly for a month might have used the word bored to describe how they were feeling as they waited for the band to finish.

But you were not like most people, see these 90 minutes that sometimes stretched into two hours was equivalent to a strip tease for you. Always having to shift your weight with the passing of each song, trying to get some friction for the heat that he caused at your core. His ash blonde hair would become darker, losing his spiky nature as it drooped from the weight of caramel scented bliss, the stands sticking to his skin causing him to push it back, exposing his forehead. His black shirt would darken as well, agitating the hot head as it clung to his muscles, sticking to skin and trying to throw off his rhythm. Between a song he places one of his drumsticks in his mouth, letting his large hand tear at the shirt until he can shed it off as if it were a second skin.

The crowd always roars with excitement as the camera zooms in on him. On his dark eyes and glistening pecs. The ink of his arms and just barely over his pectorals sends a jolt of electricity through you, mouth salivating as you remember them hovering over you the night before.

You clench around nothing, underwear becoming uncomfortable in your pleated skirt as you pull the well worn denim closer to you as you wait.

Finally the show ends with Jiro giving all of her love to the crowd, to Kirishima and Denki rifting notes off of corded strings as Bakugou guides them with his ever steady beat. Slamming onto the symbols, foot bass and the drums, sweat flying from him as he moves.

"Until we meet again!" They scream and the crowd echoes back their famous saying.

Bakugou practically runs off stage, damp with caramel bliss as he rushes to you. Hunched over so he can scoop you up, giving you a twirl as he hoisted you into the air. Banded arms resting under your ass.

"Did you see me out there, kitten?" His voice is rasped as he pants, laced in rare and genuine excitement. His skin sticking to your skirt and shirt as he brings you down to your black converse. He kisses you hungrily, gasping between kisses trying to catch his breath as he clings onto you with shaking fingers.

"I'm always watching, king." You reply between swipes of his tongue.

"Skipping the meet and greet again Bakugou? Manager Todoroki won't be happy." Kirishima comments, his voice softer than normal, his own dyed hair sticking to his skin.

"Fuck him. It's an hour from now anyway dick head. I'll be in later." Bakugou growls back, as you push hair from his face to better see his eyes and his forehead. He lifts your giggling form again as he takes you back to his room.

Neither of you hear Kirishima's comment to Jiro.

"Have you ever seen him so in love?"

The darkness of the room and the smell of you are soothing to Bakugou, his body still a live wire from the show as he tries to get a second wind so he can please you. He knows what his performance does to you, having come back to you soaking through your panties. Just as you were now, still his endurance was tested this week with three shows in a row.

"Maybe you should-"

"No." It comes out as a growl as he slowly begins to strip you of your clothes. Leaving you in nothing but his favorite skirt, he pushes you to lean over the futon, flipping up your skirt so he can see your bare sex.

"God you're such a dirty slut." He sees your sex and thighs glistening with your slick, he lets his fingers collect your essence before swirling over that sensitive bud.

"F...fuck Katuski." You cry out, hips bucking against him already before he leans over your body, his hard on poking your through his black jeans.

"Still wanna see how I got these bruises baby?" He pants, even fingering you was taking effort but he wanted, needed to see you panting, begging beneath him.

"Y..yes yes please!" His fingers still working as he's pressed against you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you see stars. Shaking beneath him as he puts you through two more. Slick pulling away from your sex in strings causing him to lick his fingers dry, holding eye contact with you as you shudder.

Eye liner already starting to smudge as your mouth falls open into a mewl. He reaches for the wooden sticks in his back pocket. He removes one, the stick nicked and scuffed in various spots from the intensity of tonight's show. He rubs your ass with his large palm before letting a harsh smack land on your supple cheek. Repeating the process until your cheeks glowed bright red. He lets the smooth wood run across your burning ass before he tests it with a light whack. Trying to remember how it felt against his own skin wanting to keep the damage at a minimum. The precise impact causes you to jolt and whine.

"More, I need more." You cry again and again as he let's the wood impact on your tender cheeks. Alternating sides while rubbing where he just hit

"Yea? Such a greedy slut." Getting lost in your begging he brings down the drumstick a little too harshly, his mind hazed from the lingering show and from the pull of you. The stick snaps in half causing a bruising welt to rise at an alarming rate. Growling he tosses the stick aside, coming down to kiss and bite at your ass tenderly. You push your hips in the air.

"Katsuki, baby. Please, please fuck me." You beg as tears fall down your perfect cheeks.

"Fine, but." He pants slowly freeing himself as he lets the head of his cock stretch your sentence, "But only to cockwarm."

"Noooo!" You whine, squirming as he plunges himself into your velvety walls, already setting a slow pace just to feel you clench against him if anything.

"Please, please King. I want more. I need you to fill me, Katsuki, please."

"I'll fucking give it to you brat." He snaps, the sight of you was too much. Peering over your shoulder, eye liner smeared, hair sticking to your face as your mouth formed that perfect O. He throws caution to the wind and gives in to instinct, to you.

He sets a harsh pace, his body shaking from exertion as he pounds into you with sloppy haste. Being much more vocal than usual as he grunts and groans allowing your tight cunt to pull him in. The sounds of your arousal echoes through the room as your feet come off the floor, squeezing your thighs around Bakugou to keep him close. Slowly you become limp letting him fuck into you before tensing as he hits that damned spongy spot. Causing stars to catch in your vision and the sounds of his groaning send you over the edge.

"I'm gonna-" But you never finish it as a scream rips up your throat causing your voice to go hoarse. Your spasming cunt sends the hot head into a groaning tangent. His hips pistons into your soaking heat sloppily before they stutter. His hands gripping at your hips, body shaking the way yours normally does after a heavy session. He pants your walls in ropes of delicious hot cum, the action causing you to whimper.

In what feels like too a short time to Bakugou but the perfect amount to you, he withdrawals from you. Watching you twitch as his seed slips out. Gently he pushes it back in, before gathering some on his digits determined to make you cum a few more times until he is ready to go again.

Bucking and crying trying to squeeze your thighs to shut him away but he spreads you out until his fingers pull something special from you. Body so tense that if touched wrong you might shatter.

And shatter you do as a silent scream escapes your lips, a clear liquid squirting onto his inky arm and black clothes.

"Ah, kitten I wanted you to squirt on my cock." He coos, rubbing slow sensual circles to bring you down slowly. Rubbing your ass, sure to check on your battered cheek, damning himself for losing control. He lifts you up, turning you to face him as you cling to him, arms crushing him to your smaller frame.

"You okay Princess?" He asks, peppering kisses atop your head causing tears to burn your eyes. You choke out the question you had been meaning to ask since that first night.

"What am I to you?" Your voice shakes as badly as your body, as if you were freezing from a chill. He tenses beneath you and you think you've crossed the line. Before you can backtrack he pushes you away from him to grab your chin. Leveling your face to his as he stares into your soul.

"My fucking everything." He growls out, voice worn from overuse, "How else can I show you?"

His thumb wipes away a few stray tears as you process what he has said.

"I gave you my lucky vest didn't I?" You giggle at his question, nodding in agreement. He pulls you into a hug, eyes glaring at the clock.

"Stay." He commands rushing to the sink to dampen a rag in warm water. He starts with your face, clearing it of the black eye liner. Slowly making his way down your body until he gets to your sticky sex. Wiping away his essence and yours before pressing a soft kiss to your hair line. He tosses the rag into the sink and rummages through your duffle bag returning with the shirt that started it all. A kiss is pressed to the black fabric before he slips over your head, sliding his lucky vest onto your strong shoulders before he adjusts your skirt. Twirling you in a mock dance to check for stains on your skirt, when he sees none he dresses himself pressing a water into your hand. You bite your lip thinking he's going to leave you here.

"Sorry but you gotta come with me to the meet and greet since you've got this on." He tugs at the black denim causing you to giggle. Relief floods his aching body as your lips curl into a bright smile.

True to his word Bakugou slips into the long meet and greet with you in tow an hour and a half after he started.

"Here's your fucking sticks kid." He says, shoving a set of drumsticks into some snobby kids hands. The man scoffs with a retort.

"I paid for the ones you used tonight. These ones are brand new."

Bakugou narrows his eyes at him, leaning in close as if you share a secret but he speaks at a normal volume. His face suddenly changing to a cocky, knowing smirk.

"Guess I broke tonight's pair kid. Tough fucking luck."

He sits in his normal spot, away from others. Pulling you onto his lap, reminding the room that he was taken.

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dotthings · 4 years

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Let’s talk about why Dean dancing with a lamp is subtext, but it’s subtext that supports textual arcs. Dean dancing with a lamp is not random. Meta on why Dean dancing with a lamp is part of the build of a textual arc for Dean, thematically, which also connects to his relationship with Cas. This symbolic moment being tacitly about Destiel will only feel like reaching if you ignore context, ignore canon, ignore long arcing, ignore textual material surrounding it. This isn’t just me talking about a ship, this is an important arc for Dean himself emotionally and the way canon’s working, Cas has become the star player in this specific emotional Dean arc about yearning.

Here are some canon quotes. I could just leave these here and not write another word of meta because the canon wrote it for me. But I’ve added some further commentary to spell out clearly what I’m getting at.

Dean in 8.14 “Trial and Error” by Andrew Dabb:

“You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel. I don't. But I tell you what I do know – it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me – that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life – become a man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and – and – and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra – that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get.”

Dean in 10.16 “Paint it Black” by Eugenie Ross-Lemming and Brad Buckner:

“You know, the life I live, the work I do…I pretty much just figured that that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought sooner or later, I’d go out the same way that I live – pedal to the metal, and that would be it....Now, um… recent events, uh… make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. And…I don’t know. I mean, you know, there’s – there’s things, there’s…people, feelings that I-I-I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.”

Sam and Dean in 11.04 “Baby” by Robbie Thompson:

SAM: Really? You don't . . . Ever want something more? DEAN: I'm sorry, have you met us? We're batting a whopping zero in domestic life, man. Goose eggs. SAM: You don't ever think about something? Not marriage or whatever. But . . . Something? You know, with a hunter? Somebody who understands the life?

Sam and Dean in 13.23 “Let the Good Times Roll” by Andrew Dabb:

DEAN: But on a beach somewhere, you know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously. Some hula girls. SAM: You talking about retiring? You? DEAN: If I knew the world was safe? Hell, yeah. And you know why? 'Cause we freaking earned it, man.

Sam and Dean in 15.08 “Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven” by Eugenie Ross-Lemming and Brad Buckner:

DEAN: Look, man, I didn't want to say anything, okay, 'cause I was kind of in in a bad place, and, uh, yeah, I didn't want to jinx it or whatever, but, you know, I tried the family thing, right? SAM: Yeah, me too. And that's not for us. DEAN: No, not really. But I'm just saying if it was to work, Eileen, you know, she gets it. She gets us. She gets the life. She's hot. SAM: Dean. I mean, I'm not even- DEAN: Look, all I'm saying is you- you could do worse, okay? And she could certainly do better. Like, so much better. I'm happy for you, Sammy.

Dean and Garth in 15.10 “The Heroes’ Journey” written by Andrew Dabb:

DEAN: You know, I gotta say, aside from pincushion in there… this is pretty nice. GARTH: Yeah, better than I ever thought I'd get. I mean, hunting -- I figured I'd be dead before I'm 40. You know, go out young and pretty. But now I've got a great wife, great kids. I guess...sometimes things work out.

Dean in 15.10 “The Heroes’ Journey” by Andrew Dabb:

Dean, wistful, watching through the window as Garth and Bess dance: You know, I always thought I could be a good dancer if I wanted to be.

Ok, let those roll around in your brain for moment.

Now: CONTEXT. CONTEXT. CONTEXT.

There’s this long running arc about maybe Sam and Dean could each find a significant other, not white picket fence, but...something, with someone already in the life, who gets their life. There’s Dean’s move from despairing and believing the only ending he could have, the only ending any hunter could have, is dying with a gun in hand, to Dean’s enthusiasm for the concept of retirement, Dean’s wistfulness about finding a significant other, for what he thinks he can’t have, and he starts the cycle all over again, if he can’t have it, then he wants Sam to have it, so Dean encourages Sam with Eileen. Saileen, the Dean-blessed, Dean-approved Sam ship. Dean ships it. And that is how the canon is trending, complete with Sam and Eileen kissing goodbye and saying “this is real” and even God himself saying their feelings were real, “that was all you,” even if God manipulated events around them. Which is an overt mirror to Dean and Cas and Dean’s expressly stated doubts about what’s real and what isn’t, and Cas telling Dean “we are.”

Much the way Sam has been witness to Destiel, and has often pointed out Dean’s Cas feelings. Dean’s got a front row seat to Saileen and approves; Sam’s had a front row seat to Destiel and approves.

Let’s throw in Robert Berens’ work in The Trap here, since that’s relevant to this specific topic as well, because why did Sam and Dean in the potential future timeline where they’d killed Chuck give up and cave in to their vampire instincts? The world being overwhelmed with monsters...and losing Eileen and losing Cas. It’s right there in the dialogue. I’ll give you the quote and everything:

Sam and Dean in 15.09 “The Trap” by Robert Berens:

SAM: You want to quit? What's happened to you, Dean? Ever since -- DEAN: Ever since what? We lost pretty much everyone we've ever cared about? Ever since the Mark made Cas go crazy? Ever since I had to bury him in a Ma'lak box? Ever since then? Yeah. You know why? 'Cause the monsters -- they're everywhere. Everywhere! What we do -- it's not even Hunting anymore. It's whack-a-mole. We don't even save people. Every friend we've ever had is either dead, or they got wise and they packed it in. SAM: Jody's still fighting, and Bobby -- DEAN: Bobby has a death wish, and you know it. And Jody -- ever since what happened to Donna and the girls, she does, too. And after Eileen... so do you.

“Ever since” Dean had to bury Cas in a Ma’lak box. “After Eileen...so do you.”

So there’s this canonical long, long thread across multiple authors (and those weren’t even all the quotes, I’m sure people could dig up more) about Dean in particular yearning towards finding a significant other, some contentment, with someone who already is in the hunting life, who gets it, who understands.

An episode that flat out shows how losing their significant others is the final straw that rips out Sam and Dean’s last will to fight, and they lose themselves, and after they’re turned into vampires, they just...give into the darkness. Where Sam gives up their shot at destroying the big bad because losing everyone they love is too high a cost. Where losing Cas makes Dean lose hope, where losing Eileen sends Sam into a death wish mindset. Sam and Dean don’t just need each other. That’s not canon, it never has been.

And then right after that, along comes meta episode The Heroes’ Journey. Sorry if you don’t like The Heroes’ Journey, but it’s what the canon did, it’s textual, along with everything else I’ve pointed out here, and in among the crackish humor are some real emotional narrative points.

In The Heroes’ Journey, Dean gets to see Garth’s life. Garth found his significant other, Bess, and she’s another werewolf. Now, Garth’s life resembles the traditional white picket fence idea a lot more than what Team Free Will are headed for. Garth has a big house with a porch, and he’s a dentist. He’s also a werewolf and his wife is a werewolf and his kids are werewolves because Bess is a pureblood werewolf, Garth didn’t exactly leave the life, and he helps Sam and Dean on a case. But nothing’s been indicating to me that anyone in Team Free Will is headed for that kind of settling down, with a house, becoming a dentist. However, the canon has been practically shouting now, as we near final episodes of SPN, to make the point about a desirable outcome--some kind of stability, contentment, and a significant other. Dean gets a front row seat to seeing a hunter can have that. Garth’s a hunter who turned into a werewolf and he can have that.

When EP’s talk about how they aren’t headed for a white picket fence or driving off into the sunset or settling down, none of that rules out them finding...something...with someone, and some form of stability and contentment. Nope, I can’t really imagine them in the suburbs becoming dentists. But canon sure is putting up big neon arrows to...something. Think outside the box. This isn’t about the white picket fence.

And in The Heroes’ Journey, Dean, conked out on the good gas so Garth can fix his teeth, has a trippy dream where he dances with a lamp.

Rewatch the ep. Look at how the dance is choreographed not just the use of light, because that’s a clue too. The whole dance could have been Dean and Garth being dancing bros, but Garth fades off the stage, and Dean dances alone...until he grabs the standing lamp. In a season where Dean and Cas’s relationship is an A-plot, define it how you like, it’s A-plot. Their breakup and their reconciliation, which played like a marital breakup and reconciliation, are tied to major mytharc beats. In a season where a long-running textual theme about Dean’s developing hope for retirement and his wistfulness about “things...people...feelings...” is getting further play. Where Dean and Cas’s relationship continues to be one of the show’s most central ones.

Dean dances with a lamp. While his emotionally fraught, intense close relationship with Cas--A BEING MADE OF LIGHT--has a long-running arc and recently more and more textual level content spelling out the sublimated romantic interest in small words, while there’s an arc about Dean’s yearning for that stability, contentment, a significant other.

CONTEXT.

We don’t think Destiel’s “going canon” because Dean dances with a lamp, it’s that Dean dancing with a lamp is kinda loud serving as reflection of canon textual arcing. Sometimes subtext adds a layer. Sometimes subtext is directly tied to the surface layers, an echo, a highlighter.

I’ll just be over here, crying because Dean danced with a lamp.

#Dean Winchester #Castiel #Destiel #Destiel meta #spn meta #spn #supernatural #Saileen

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crystalas · 2 years

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Shadow Puppets part 9

I know its been a while and I know its short but i have it all planned out in my head I just need to get the f**ker down!

Chapter nine: a lullaby is sung…

Everyone was reeling from the information Kaos had dumped on them and became even more confused when Spyro landed in front of the wizard and started shouting at him to fight someone.

“Spyro what is going on?” Eruptor demanded.

“I’ll tell you later, okay? Just follow my lead!” the dragon shouted before leaping at Kaos he pinned him to the floor but Kaos flicked his wrist and a geyser of water erupted out of the ground sending Spyro flying into the air and tumbling down with a soggy thump.

The other Skylanders attacked and Kaos just smirked lifting his hands and a swarm of what looked to be plasma sharks leapt from his shadow and started to gnash their teeth in aggression. Pop Fizz gave a yelp as one of the sharks nearly bit him clean in half if he hadn’t leapt up onto a nearby tree. Stealth-Elf teleported to a higher vantage point and Jet-Vac took to the air by activating their jet pack.

Kaos’ body took to air as he held out his hands, glowing symbols of the elementals flashed into the air changing erratically until he came to the life element. The tree that Stealth Elf glowed and wrapped its branches around her body and tried to throttle her, she teleported out of harms way but that didn’t stop the tree from just whacking Jet-Vac out of the air. Snap Shot let loose a crystal arrow and Kaos held out a hand, the symbol for earth lit up and a pillar of stone shot up from the ground blocking the attack.

Spyro shook the water from his scales and took to the air, firing warning shots at Kaos. Not enough to burn the wizard but enough to make him jump out of the blast ranges. Pop-Fizz threw a potion at Kaos’ feet and the liquid hit the floor and began to foam violently before taking on texture of sticky taffy. The wizard growled and began to burn the goop away with flaming hands, Spyro landed in front of him and gave a growl.

“What do you think you’re going to achieve by defying me Spyro?” Strykore snarled.

“Not much, just a distraction” he smirked and Strykore tilted his head in confusion but gave an enraged cry as a pair of hands wrap around his chest pinning his arms to his side.

“Forgive me sir, you can punish me for the embarrassment later” Glumshanks said softly.

“It’s ok, it’s alright

I’ll never leave your side

Come what may, come what might.

Throughout the day and the night.

When the sun sets

And the moon rises

Lay your head down low

And let the dreams flow

And know I’ll still be here…”

Throughout this song Kaos’ eyes fluttered close and his whole body went limp as if he had fallen asleep while standing, Spyro snuck closer and Glumshanks pulled Kaos from the mess.

“Did it work?” he asked.

“Spyro what is going on??!” Stealth Elf demanded.

“Strykore possessed Kaos but it’s okay I think we fixed this” Glumshanks explained as he looked down at the still Kaos. “Apparently that lullaby helped him when Strykore tried to take control when he was little.”

“What?!” Kaossandra shrieked.

This conversation was brought to a halt when Kaos stirred and his eyes blinked open, Glumshanks smiled.

“Sir? Are you okay?”

Kaos looked up at him.

“Glumshanks? What…? How…did I get here?” he mumbled; his head was throbbing so bad he gripped it tightly in hopes of elevating it. “No…you need to get away…I can’t stop him…” he doubled over as the pain increased tenfold.

“Sir?!”

“Kaos?!”

Kaos’ hand flicked up and Glumshanks gave a yelp as the troll and dragon were suddenly frozen in place and lifted into the air. Kaos looked up at them with the glowing red eyes and marks.

“You know what the most deliciously ironic thing is?” Strykore laughed as he floated the struggling troll closer to his face, “That stupid little song would have worked if your true master hadn’t gone out of her way to hammer in the reality of your relationship, you should have seen how distraught he was knowing that you have never really respected him…”

“Kaos!” Glumshanks cried out “You can still stop this!”

“Give it up troll!” Strykore laughed “Kaos has no reason to fight back now that he lost everything, let that be your last thought before you die!” For a brief second Strykore froze and his hand trembled, but before Glumshanks could register what was happening he screamed as dark magic engulfed him and Strykore tossed his now limp body away over the ridge and out of view. Kaossandra rushed to get to his side hoping that he was still living.

“Strykore!” Eon boomed, said dark wizard turned to look at his apparition of a brother, and army of Skylanders “Surrender brother, you have no hope of defeating all of us!”

“Oh, I know that” Strykore chuckled, finally dropping the ruse and letting Kaos’ eyes and mark glow red as he flung Spyro towards them resulting in the dragon tumbling across the ground and stopping at Stealth-Elf’s feet. “Which is why you’re going to let me leave willingly”

“Like I’m going to do that!” Eon shouted back.

“You will…cos if you don’t, you’ll lose your son” he sneered, Eon raised his hand as he was about to call his battle cry when he stopped at the sound of Spyro choking, he spun around to see Stealth Elf and Eruptor by his side as he struggled to breath. Eon glanced at the wheezing dragon and then back to his possessed son and dark brother who just stood there smirking.

“Tick tock brother, which will you choose?” he giggled evilly. “Better make it quick before he chokes to death…not a pleasant death from what I’ve seen.”

As seconds ticked by Eon racked his brains for a solution, there was no way to find whatever spell Strykore had on Spyro and break it in the time he had. He gritted his astral teeth and growled, he had let Spyro and his kind down before and he wasn’t going to let history repeat itself.

“Skylanders…stand down…” he said coldly, the Skylanders all looked at him like he was insane.

“That don’t sound right.”

“Wait what?”

“We’re not beating up the bad guy?” were a few of the comments he heard as he glared at the smug face of Kaos.

“Eon we can’t just…” Jet-Vac started.

“I said stand down!” he shouted, reluctantly all the Skylanders lowered their weapons or powered down. Strykore clicked his fingers and Spyro took in a large gulp of air and proceeded to cough himself back to the living world.

I…I don’t get it…I thought you cursed me cos you needed something from me…why let me go now? Spyro thought to Strykore once he could breathe without hacking up a lung.

Why settle for a bite size snack when I know where the banquet is? Strykore gloated silently to Spyro before turning his attention back to his brother.

“If its any help brother, Kaos wasn’t at all surprised that you took that option” he said coldly before leaping into the portal and vanishing.

Kaossandra found Glumshanks strewn in a bush which thankfully broke his fall, to her surprise and gratitude the troll gave a groan and shifted in discomfort signalling that he was indeed still alive. She helped him up as he was still groggy and they stumbled their way back to the area that she last saw the Skylanders. When they got there, it was awfully quiet and they saw all the Skylanders standing there either looking at Eon in confusion or just looking unsettled and defeated. Spyro’s friends clustered round him and when the dragon looked up at her he looked away sadly as if he was too ashamed to meet their gaze.

“Oh no…” Glumshanks muttered.

The Skylander cadets were standing outside of the library listening in, after the fight Eon had just floated off not saying a word despite Koassandra’s demand for answers. The Skylanders and Glumshanks had followed quietly not sure if that was what they were expected to do but when the cadets tried to follow the troll politely yet firmly slammed the door in their faces.

“How could you just let him go?!” she screamed as Eon floated numerous books in front of him.

“It was an impossible decision I had to make!” he stated. “At least with this outcome we didn’t lose anyone”

“Oh, no? what can you call our son being controlled by that twisted creep other than ‘loosing’?” she demanded angrily.

“He’s still alive, isn’t he?!” Eon shouted back, “I did what I had to, it’s always me that has to make the hard choices and I have to live with so many of them so kindly get off my case!”

Kaossandra took a breath and now that the anger had seeped out of her slightly, she could see that he looked no less haggard despite lacking a physical form, regret was eating him away same as her. She took a sigh and sat down next to Glumshanks who was recovering on the sofa.

“How many more times must I fail my child?” she whispered.

“He’s still in there I know it!” Spyro declared, “It was just for a second but the lullaby brought him back.”

“I don’t think its even that” Glumshanks said “I think he’s still fighting; I mean think about it Kaos could have easily killed me but he only stunned me.”

“How do you know that was Kaos and not Strykore?” Eruptor asked.

“Take it from someone who has been his test dummy for nearly all his spells, I can tell when he’s holding back!”

“Okay so we lost the battle but not the war, we need to find Strykore again and get him out of Kaos before he uses him for whatever plans he has, so where would he go?” Stealth-Elf declared pacing back and forth.

“He won’t go back to the castle; we know where it is!” Kaossandra declared “Not to mention I’ve got wards on it so I know if any squatters try and get in.”

“He could be anywhere!” Pop-Fizz cried “Kaos can use portal magic now he could be on the other end of the Skylands for all we know”

“No, he won’t, Portal masters cannot use their own portals the magical feedback loop that would occur if he tried to would injure him greatly. It’s why I have my podium to get around” Eon explained.

“I did always wonder about that” Hugo mused out loud.

“Yeah, but as far as Strykore is concerned Kaos is just a rental he would probably portal jump just for the fun of it” Jet-Vac grumbled. “Unless he needs Kaos more alive than dead then in that case all we can do is hope for the better outcome.”

“Not to mention that Kaos can fly great distances on his own, hate to remind everyone but he beat all of you guys to the isle of Arkus with me in tow, after nearly suffocating in a sealed underwater cell, and before that he had flown all the way from the raceways to get home.” Glumshanks stated, a sullen silence filled the library as everyone realised that even without portal magic with Kaos’ magical stamina and speed he could literally be anywhere by now.

Spyro had perched on the library railings angrily cursing Strykore out for coming back and darkening their lives again when a thought bubbled into his head.

“Why settle for a bite size snack when I know where the banquet is?” Why did he say that? What did he mean by it?

Wait a minute Spyro thought to himself If Strykore could get inside our heads what’s to say he can’t only see what we’re thinking…but see our memories too!!

“Guys!” Spyro cried, shocking everyone out of their stupor “I know where Strykore is going!”

#skylanders kaos #skylanders spyro #kaos skylanders #kaos

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inglourious-imagines · 3 years

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Symbolic Cookie Baking (Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader) // A Very Harry Potter Christmas

Summary: Fred and reader are left alone in the Burrow, both of them realizing their feelings while they bake cookies together.

Author's Note: This is my contribution to the Very Harry Potter Christmas idea by @whack-ed & @jamilelucato . Hope I did it justice! Tbh I wanted it to be pure fluff but I kind of got taken away so here it is.

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi @lunalovecroft @sarcasticallywitty15

“And you two behave while we’re gone.” Molly Weasley eyed her son and his alleged best friend Y/N Y/L/N suspiciously. George snickered behind her back showing his twin a thumbs up earning a little slap from his father even though everybody knew about the obvious feelings the duo had for each other. Well, except for the duo itself.

“Don’t worry, Mrs Weasley. We’re probably just gonna learn.” Y/N smiled politely, then immediately glared at George who was mumbling something like “learning, right”, amusement and irony filling his voice.

As soon as the door closed behind the family with Hermione and Harry and the sound of the engine ceased, Fred immediately jumped on the coach, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, what is the plan?”

:readmore:

“There’s no plan, Weasley,” Y/N winked at him innocently, “I’m gonna be the grateful guest to your mother and bake some cookies for the evening.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he giggled following her into the kitchen, his eyes wandered more than once to her bottom – his cheeks blushing immediately as he realized what he just did, “I mean, you technically set the kitchen in Hogwarts on fire.”

“That was almost a year ago, I improved!”

“Whatever you say, love. But I’m not letting you do it on your own.”

The nickname he called her made her stop in her tracks as she gave him a confused look, trying to ignore as much as possible the warm emotion inside of her.

“Ehm… o-okay,” Y/N stuttered, still feeling a bit flustered, “go get some flour and take off that sweater. Your mum would kill us both if we ruined it.”

Fred took another few steps towards her and stopped only a few inches away from her – she could feel his body warmth embracing her. Suddenly it was all too hard to breathe normally, Y/N swallowed slowly as she dared to look up at the red-head.

“Are you sure that’s the only thing you want me to take off?” he whispered moving again a bit closer, his whole body was pressed against hers.

Her heart screamed 'yes' so desperately but Y/N decided to follow her mind instead pushing him away from her. “Okay, I’ll get the flour. You find some milk, butter and eggs in the fridge.”

Fred just watched her disappear a pantry with a soft smirk set on his face. He found her rather cute, looking all flustered and blushing like a 13-year-old girl, it was probably for the first time that he saw her like that, the sarcastic demeanour long gone.

•••

The incident from the kitchen was buried in the past, hidden in the walls of Burrow to remain there forever as the secret only the two of them knew of.

“You see, I just don’t get it why we shouldn’t use magic like a normal person would. You even have flour all over your face!” the twin complained for about the hundredth time in half an hour as he placed another chunk of dough that was supposed to look like a cookie on the sheet of tin.

“Because it’s fun, Freddie.” Y/N piped up, her voice sounded weak, almost nervous. It was at that exact moment that the red-head realized something’s apparently wrong. No hint of irony, or an attempt for an embarrassing joke, nothing. She didn’t even look at him, just kept her eyes fixated on whatever she was trying to create with the dough.

The way she said his name, Freddie, sent shivers down his spine, like he had never experienced before. The atmosphere between them changed so quickly, leaving them both in an uncomfortable silence with a tension that could be cut with a knife.

“Did I said something wrong?” he asked her softly.

“No, of course not!” Y/N answered probably way too quickly than she should as she glanced at him for a second to check that he’s still standing at the same place as before so the same situation wouldn’t happen twice. Y/N didn’t have the slightest idea what had gotten into her, but the fact that her best friend, a person she had known for so long and had been there for her through every little and big problem of hers, that very best friend was making her feel in a way no friend should ever make her feel. She shouldn’t wish to kiss her friend’s lips like there was no tomorrow, she shouldn’t wish to fall asleep in her friend’s strong arms that would make her feel safe and home, she shouldn’t wish to wear her friend’s sweaters to tell her that he’s here with her all the time, but most importantly, she shouldn’t wish to spend the rest of her life with her friend by her side, growing old together.

“Are you sure?” Fred’s persistent gaze was making her feeling uneasy. The room was getting hotter and hotter and even though it was almost Christmas, snow was falling down from the grey sky outside, she just couldn’t stay in Fred’s present any longer.

“Wait! Where you going? What’s wrong?” his voice followed her quick long steps as she tried to escape from him, as far as she could, away from all those confusing feelings that wouldn’t leave her alone.

“I already told you! Why don’t you just let it go?” Y/N shouted back, not slowing down for a second as she opened the front door and walked right into the cold with nothing but a pair of old jeans and a sweater on.

“Because I’m waiting for an answer I’ll believe!” Fred raised his voice for the first time. She finally stopped walking, turning to face him, her nose already red because of the cold. The little snowflakes were landing in her soft hair making her look like a princess from some muggle fairytale – Fred could have sworn he’d never seen something so beautiful like her in that moment.

“Okay, so you wanna know?” Y/N gathered up her courage pointing at him with her little finger, “then I shall tell you, Fred! I’m scared, right!? I’m so bloody scared that it makes me sick. You’re being suddenly so lovely and charming, you even agreed to bake god damn cookies in muggle style with me, and expect me to not catch a feeling or two? I see your smile everywhere I look, your voice is echoing in my head so I just can’t help it and think how much…” her voice trailed off, the wind was taking her words right out of her mouth.

Fred immediately took the last few steps that were keeping him from her. “How much what?”

“How much I love you.”

“You love me?” he breathed out as he expected a lot of things but not this, not in a million years did he think that she might feel the same. Y/N nodded slightly, looking everywhere but at him.

“Well, Y/N Y/L/N, it’s a shame you haven’t said it earlier.”

She glanced at him, a confusion written all over her face. “What?”

“You know, I actually feel the same towards you and we could have spent the alone time in a better way than cooking some bloody cookies.”

Slowly but surely a soft smile was beginning to appear on her face as she burst out laughing in the next second. “Fred!”

“What, love?” the twin smirked back at her, “it’s not my fault you’re so beautiful, okay?”

Both of them calmed down once he took her hand in his, making her look at him again. “Do you really mean it?” she whispered, her other hand puting a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“I never was more serious.” he nodded pulling her closer to his body, their noses almost touching.

“Say it.”

Fred Weasley rolled his eyes at her immature behaviour but a gentle smile stayed on his face. “I love you, Y/N Y/L/N, more than Quidditch and pranks combined.”

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