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precious-little-scoundrel · 3 months

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Dear John || Pt.1

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

Requested: ☑️ My sweet Bri begged for a love-letter-centric Egan fic and with her wonderfully infectious ideas this was produced, the first part of many.

Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters, he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways, tucked up in luxury in Beverly Hills with carts of tedious fanmail burned in her back yard each day, his letter will get lost in the mix. It’s harmless. That thought -and the booze- may loosen his pen a little too much but it’s alright, it’s not like she’ll read it. Right? Right.

It was specified in the request to use or create some of those old WWII dirty acronyms, so in here you have Bucky making up his own for his starlet crush (acorn). I’m ripping off a few ladies here, Lana Turner, Betty Grable, Hedy Lamarr to name a few -the moodbaord is for general aesthetics, I try to keep my fem!readers and oc’s as ambiguous physically as possible. (Besides the fact Johnny Egan finds you mouthwatering, which -be honest with yourself here sweet thing!!- he would.

Rating: 18+ this is the letter writing, vintage form of sexting. i kid you not, this man swings wildly from sweet as pie to downright filthy and vintage slang for anatomical parts is used freely. This would make a better shameful diary entry than a letter but he’s a rogue and he’s in a war, cut him some slack.

Fun game: how many times can Major Egan manage to mention Buck in a horny fan letter to his crush?

Dear A.C.O.R.N.

It is highly unlikely that you remember me, but, all the same, we have met. Now, hear me out, I’m sure fellas say that to you all the time but my point still stands and to match them I’ll do you one better, seeing as how I am not buttering you up for something in return -I have met you, yes, but I have also sung to you.

There. Said it.

Not that you’d recall that either, but then again maybe you would, but either way it doesn’t matter as the entire reason I am writing to you is because it is entirely unlikely you will ever open this god-awful endeavor made of pen and ink.

I am quite drunk, you see.

A necessary medicine. And they do make good whiskey here, one of the few joys they haven’t rationed yet. It’s got me wondering what’s your poison of choice. Something fruity? Or are you an olive sucker? Like that salt on the rim? Or maybe you go for somethin’ silky and warm goin’ down your throat? Which-ever it is, I bet you’d be a surprise, sweet ACORN, I just know it. You were a surprise at the canteen. Back in Jersey? Before shipping out? I know you were on a whole tour and kisses were goin’ for dollars but still, you were a surprise.

A lovely one, really. And that’s the point of this letter. To tell you that you're lovely and while I’m not the pen-pal sort, I’ve written home 80 letters tonight to families whose boys I was supposed to bring home. It got me thinking: Bucky, why the hell don’t you write nice letters? Whyd you only write ‘em now that you gotta? And it occurred to me then that the one silver lining in this whole Air Exec job is the desk, the lamp and the office.

I could write anybody from here. I could write you.

And you wouldn't read it so I could write anything. And it could be a nice letter. ‘Cause I don’t know anybody of yours to tell you anythin’ sad about them and you don’t know me except that I’m alive and drunk. Which is better than those poor eighty two bastards. Which reminds me, I’ve still got two more but maybe Buck will take those, he took seventeen off to his bunk to write from there. Buck doesn't have a desk because he’s not as important as me and he has all the luck.

You’ve met Buck, too, Acorn. He was the appalled pretty one with the straw colored hair pulling me off you after we had our duet. He objects to your nickname, see, even though you didn’t seem to mind. You were lovely, A.C.O.R.N. And I’d not wanna ruin this letter by telling you what it means, not now that I’m actually writing to you and determined to be nice but Buck knows and while he agrees with me as much as any man in the nation that you’ve got the most robust rack on the silver screen -he has objections, you see. So it wasn’t the song or the canoodling he didn’t like, and I still say, he broke up a little love affair that night. Bastard. So I’m writing to you now because as the acronym suggests, I’ve got a goal in my mind in regards to you. I tell myself -Bucky, there’s reasons to make it back.

Reasons, Bucky, reasons. Like Acorn and her halo of gorgeous hair that smelled like coconuts and the way she thought my new lyrics were pretty clever. That’s what you said, acorn, you said they were pretty clever. Now I may have been a little drunk then, too, but I think you might’ve been tipsy, that coke smelled too strong to be straight. I still have the straw you gave me, it’s bent to hell but I’ve taken it up each mission. I’m not counting on it for luck so much as a reminder of the aforementioned reasons. To come back. Your lipstick has mostly worn off but I figure it’s still the same.

You had your precious lips around it. That’s what matters.

And that’s the sorta sentence that makes Buck think I shouldn’t write letters.

But what he can’t accuse me of is being dishonest or vague. I’m being straight with you. You deserve that much, you were lovely and very straight shootin’ yourself, dear little girl. I could pinch your cheeks right now, you’re so sweet. And don’t think me a coward for sayin’ all this under assumption that you won’t read it. I hope you don’t since it’s not worth your time and if you do I wish I’d written less about me and more about you but I need you to know if we were face to face I’d say the same:

You were lovely, you ARE lovely!!!! and I think all your work for us boys is swell and you’ve got the bestest set of knockers any of us have ever seen and I’m stayin’ alive in hopes to see ‘em again some day and while the girls here are swell and sweet they aren’t zippy like you. At least not the ones who’ve put out so far. And if I had you face to face, I’d find a way to make you laugh again and I’d tell you to your face you’re lovely and if I’d been David Nivin in Love Trap with you, I’d have stayed in that little kitchen with you and ate all your burnt flapjacks and watched you in your apron and made babies with you till we were old.

Anyway. It needed saying. And maybe I’ll say it to your face given the chance again. I was working my way up to a proposition for burgers and milkshakes when Buck ruined it. But maybe you’ll tour? Here!! Over here. In England or maybe in Europe once we kick the Nazis bastards out.

Now that’s motivation. That’s a reason! -clear out a nice little swath of land through fortress europe so Miss Lana Tierney can sing in the city of lights surrounded by nothin’ but wine and good food and a buncha boys who love and appreciate her.

Because we do, ma’am. We do.

And make no mistake, I do this to keep the country safe and try to bring as many boys home as I can but every second I also think - it’s where you are too, and so I must continue keeping it safe.

If you, by some godawful chance, do read this letter, please don’t feel pressed to respond or pull out a restraining order. Think of it this way, it’d just be one more “Dear John” letter and the system is clogged as it is. You just deserve a nice letter and my wrist is past sore, one more doesn't matter. And being unable to deliver nice, I’ve written this.

~ I am ever your respectful (and hammered) admirer, Maj. John Egan

P.S. if you do happen to read this I’m sorry. Buck told me not to do this but I just had to Acorn. You’re just too swell and I really have got to get myself to a theater before long, I miss your Angel face.

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Thank you for reading! This was entirely out of my usual comfort zone but I’ve had fun writing it and I’m trying to tune my ear to pick up his voice, that’s been stretching. This series will have many letters in it but there will also be fic, so fear not. I’ve got some plans already figured out for this series but I do love a suggestion or ten so have at the inbox with what you’d like to see play out.

Hope you enjoyed, if you’d like to be tagged in future MOTA fics, drop a note below.

#masters of the air #callum turner #john egan #Major John Egan #Bucky Egan x reader #callum turner x reader #masters of the air fanfiction #mota fanfic #hbo war fanfic #Bucky Egan #mine #archive

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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End Game #4 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)

summary: your ex shows up as a captain at a training camp and your captain puts him in his place.

word count: 1.8k

cw/tags: language, jjk volleyball au, reader's ex sucks (allusions to cheating and crossing boundaries, but nothing descriptive)

note: i'm a sucker for protective satoru, that's it.

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

The last time you could recall Satoru taking his duty as captain seriously was during training camp several months earlier, and even then, his motivation was fueled by spite.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it's fine. Can we just go around this way instead?” You pinch the sleeve of his track jacket, tugging him back the way you’d just entered. He follows, obediently but puzzled, sneaking a glance over his shoulder to see who you were avoiding. Your vision zeroes in on the doors, ears ringing in panic. Just a few more yards, you think. Just a bit further.

“It’s good to see you, sweetheart,” a sickening voice calls from the other side of the hallway, and your body tenses on its own, heart dropping into your stomach. Your jaw aches from how hard you’re clenching your mouth shut, and your feet are carrying you faster away from the asshole behind you. You don’t dare look at Satoru. “Aw, ignoring me? I see you haven’t changed.” Hold out. Ignore his remarks; they’re just words. Just get Satoru out of here–

“Huh.” He makes an unamused, slightly disgusted noise. You can clearly imagine the scowl boring into the back of your head. “That's your new boy toy?”

Immediately your captain digs his heels into the linoleum hallway, effectively screeching you both to a halt. You look back at him, eyes pleading with him to keep moving in the reflection of his round-rimmed sunglasses. But he’s stubborn, and cracks his neck from side to side like he’s ready for a fight. He turns, and his eyes narrow dangerously as he takes in the guy approaching him. You watch his body subtly drift in front of you, so easily and protectively that it makes your heart falter.

“Satoru, wait–”

“It’s okay. Let me handle it,” he murmurs, flicking his eyes across the player standing right in front of him, tall enough for their eyes to meet. His voice drips fake chivalry and lethal venom. “From the countryside, hmm? You must be pretty good since there’s nothing else to do out there.”

“How ‘bout you ask your little manager what we’d do out there?” Red-hot anger flares in your chest, but the cool calm of Satoru’s voice cuts you off.

“I’m not gonna ask them anything regarding you.” His voice is even, but his fists open and close, a habit that only showed itself when he was on the brink of snapping. “Since they already deemed you unworthy of their time, you’re definitely not worth any more of mine. Toodles!” You cough, choking on your own oxygen at his childish goodbye.

“You fucking–”

Razor-sharp blue eyes stun him into silence. “See you on the court.”

Satoru’s long, muscled arm snakes around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and steering you away from the prick in the hallway. He doesn’t let you go until you’re safely deposited by Yaga’s side, even as you take the long way around the school to the gym. You mumble out a thank you before he walks away to join the rest of the team warming up, shooting a lopsided grin over his shoulder. “Tell me about him later, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smile softly, chuckling as he dances around the trembling first-years in an attempt to ease their nerves. As much of an idiot Satoru was, he was a caring upperclassman when he wanted to be. The tender moment doesn’t last long, though, as the team you’re matched against first takes their positions on the other side of the court; there in the middle, wearing a repulsive leer and rolling a broad shoulder, is your ex.

He was a summer fling from when you stayed with relatives for a month in a rural prefecture outside of Tokyo. His family was a friend of a friend of a friend, and you’d met at a neighborhood reunion when no one else your age was present. You’d bonded initially over volleyball, and you found yourself naively fascinated by his egotistical boasting. He asked you out shortly after, but rushed your relationship even when you were still new to having a partner. Nothing intimate occurred beside kissing, but you’d abruptly cut things off when he started wanting more physically than what you were comfortable with, not to mention the handful of other girls he kept on speed-dial when you weren’t available. Now he was here, captain of his school’s volleyball team, about to face off against the captain of your school’s volleyball team. It seemed that Fate had a cruel sense of humor.

Yaga summons the team to huddle before the match starts, spouting his usual instructions to focus on offensive power and allow defense to flow organically. The players nod in assent, but you catch Satoru’s eye one too many times to be called merely an accident.

“We haven’t played them before, but that doesn’t mean they should be underestimated. Be smart. Don’t die.” Yaga finishes his spiel, and the boys scoff at the usual melodrama of the ending, preparing their hands to break like clockwork. To them, it was just another practice match; you give them a pained smile when they ask you what lunch will be. You wring your hands unconsciously, sweating slightly from the unrelenting stare of your ex on the back of your neck.

Carefree laughter dies back as Satoru’s stern voice cuts through the comfortable atmosphere of the team. “Oi, oi. Quiet, all of you.” His expression is serious and unreadable, eyes dark with determination. “I’m going all out, this game.” You’re taken aback, and you catch Suguru blinking, dumbfounded. Even Yaga looked surprised. His face asked what you were all thinking: Why now? “I’m not saying you should go all out; that’s not what I mean.” His large hands quiet the team’s muttering. “This isn’t a command.” His gaze settles on you and your heart stops.

“It’s a warning.”

The match starts, and it ends just as quickly.

Satoru, Captain Satoru, leads your team to rack up fifteen points like he’d done it in his sleep.

Most of the points were service aces from his own hands, to the point where Suguru and Nanami started grumbling that the match was just target practice. Even though he said he would go all out, you could tell he wasn’t wasting any extra energy; you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle laughter when you saw him yawn. The match wasn’t anything special, but you witnessed him act as captain in his own way, instructing players to do things that he knew would piss off the other team. Inumaki barely had to touch the floor as his upperclassmen formed an impenetrable wall over the net, much to the dismay of the other team’s hitters. He told Megumi to trial-run his setter dumps, Yuuji to try his jump serve at full power, and even pulled off a few good fakeouts with Panda that had you fistbumping Yaga. When the match concludes, you sneak a smug glance at the captain of the other team and are delighted to see his face bright red, practically steaming from the ears. He huffs out a muddled threat of a rematch before stomping away with his team to run the punishment lap around the school.

You gravitate to Satoru, handing him a water bottle and a towel as he rests his head against the wall of the gym, cross-legged on the floor. You slide down next to him, and the corner of his mouth quirks up arrogantly.

“You see me block that idiot’s cross shot?”

“I did.” You look at him appreciatively, too happy to hide behind spunk or cynicism. “It was nice, seeing someone so effortlessly counter what he brags as his best attack.”

“‘Best attack,’ my ass. He loves to act like he’s ambidextrous, but he’s–”

“More comfortable on his left than his right. I’m surprised you noticed.”

“He’s also shit at receiving and bullies that kid setter to give him the ball every other play. Their defense wouldn’t know a hole if they were the ones that drilled it.”

“You really analyzed the hell out of them, Satoru.”

“Of course I did. Needed to know how to properly kick them to the curb.” You chuckle at the unfiltered malice in his voice and he beams back at you, bright as full moonlight. Your stomach turned, and you let yourself acknowledge how beautiful he looked, blue eyes glimmering and hair falling messily across his forehead.

“Why can’t you be like this for every game?”

“Because I’m not defending your honor in every game,” he says nonchalantly, tilting the bottle toward you for emphasis. His tone is casual, but you both knew that he was taking a practice match more seriously than usual, more than it deserved.

You can’t help feeling amused at him considering your ex a petty villain, like a rival knight from a neighboring kingdom. “Is that what that was, then?”

“Oh, loudly telling Suguru the match was a waste of time wasn’t obvious enough?”

“Mmm, no. I think you should do it again,” you tease, bumping your shoulder gently against his. He mirrors your smile, alleviating any lingering worries pestering your mind. His voice softens, eyebrows dipping as he carefully chooses his words.

“Were you with him for that month when you were in the countryside?”

“Yeah.”

“When you abandoned me?” He jokingly glares at you, and you roll your eyes. He was impossible.

“Satoru.”

“Sorry. Force of habit.” It’s silent for a moment, and then Satoru’s voice drops to a barely audible octave, low and cautious. “He didn’t do anything, did he?”

Understanding washes over your face and you shake your head adamantly. “No, no. I cut him off before he could try anything stupid.”

“Good. I knew you wouldn’t let him, but I wanted to be sure.” His eyes are still dark with something like suppressed wrath, mouth drawn into a tight line.

“I don’t like that look on your face.”

The dangerous expression is gone in a blink, replaced by faux-indignancy. “This is just my face! Are you saying I’m ugly? I can’t believe you just called me ugly.”

“No, I’m saying you look homicidal.”

He snorts. “You’re not wrong.”

“Satoru!”

“Kidding! Partially.” Your face falls when he walks back into the gym, scowling and breathless from the punishment lap. Satoru catches you looking, and clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “You don’t need to worry about him anymore.”

“You think I’m worried?”

“I know you are, even if you won’t admit it. I’m just saying. I won’t let him bother you. I'm the strongest, after all.” You’re speechless at the earnestness of his statement, and settle for mumbling another thank you, avoiding his eyes.

For the remaining days of the training camp, Satoru is attached to you at the hip, guarding you from the hungry stares and glares of other players. Though the rest of the team notices, he doesn’t explain his declaration of war against your ex’s team. In return, you feed him the meager information you had about his strategies, murmuring what ankle he seemed to be weaker on so Satoru could exploit it and enrage him further. The best part was that he did all of this subtly, never drawing extra attention to you or giving the impression that this was all to make you laugh. You find that he likes to look at you over his shoulder when he does something to piss your ex off, and his grin gets wider when you laugh.

You find that you like it when he looks over his shoulder at you, too.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #jjk volleyball au

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 months

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Katsuki’s infant daughter, Mirai, is so adorable with her blonde hair sticking up but also having a bit of waves. She has so many of your features but there are obvious hints of her personality that are indisputably his. He is so damn proud but such a sucker!

Ask how the family is doing? BAM! Shoves a picture of his girls into their face!

Even if you don’t, they will be minding their own business and suddenly…BAM, his wallet photo of you and her are in their face.

“LOOK AT THEM! THEY’RE MINE, YOU DAMN DUMBASS! BUT I’M GONNA LET YOU GET A PEEK AT THEIR CUTENESS!”

He will be out in patrol, having the worst of days, but then the look on his face when he gets your text of a picture of her and you matching outfits…

Kirishima and Deku both raise their brows when the blond hero suddenly turns away and starts to tremble. When they ask what’s up, he simply glares daggers at them as if their question had pissed him off but in reality he’s trying his hardest not to shove the phone into their faces. “SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU TWO! IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN—” Katsuki pauses mid-rant when receiving another text from you and chokes when seeing you two posing with mirror tongues sticking out at the camera. “—DAMNIT!”

Todoroki, during some paperwork at the agency, glances up when hearing a sudden explosion from the office nearby. He didn’t have to guess or go investigate because it’s followed by a loud “HOW ARE THEY SO DAMN CUTE?!”

Denki is one of the few who are lucky enough to witness a small lunch date when you stop by with the little firecracker and manages to record when Katsuki kisses Mirai’s little cheeks, earning smirks from the baby, then groans from the Pro Hero when he’s too slow to see them for himself. “WHY THE HELL DOES SHE KEEP HIDING HER SMILES FROM ME?!” The way she teases her daddy by hiding those smiles and smirks from him is pure gold! And she knew exactly what it was doing to Katsuki because she was never without a smirk whenever her daddy was fuming with a pout or his back was turned.

Even when she gets a little older, she still has that teasing tendency with him. He will be out on patrol, seeing her preschool and decides to take a quick pit stop to peek in the play yard where she is, and when she catches him Mirai’s smile vanishes despite her friends being all excited to see the Pro Hero. “WHAT THE HELL?! WHY WON’T YOU FREAKING SMILE FOR ME?!” He fumes, his red eyes meeting her gaze as he towers over her. “SMILE. FOR. ME!”

She finally cracks a big grin up at him when you three are snuggling on the couch one day after years of her keeping up this little game of hers, her little hands playfully grabbing his cheeks and giving them a wiggle. And it’s so precious he can’t even believe he’s seeing it his eyes are so wide. “Love you, Daddy Dumbass!”

You’re so busy laughing that you are crying as he can’t even respond to his daughter’s words.

Who’s not dead from the cuteness?!

#mha katsuki #bnha #mha #bnha fluff #mha fluff #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo fluff #Katsuki fluff #mha bakugo #bnha bakugo #bnha funny #mha funny

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artbyblastweave · 2 years

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Gideon the Ninth Liveread: Chapter 10

Harrow is still missing in action. Noted casually, because Gideon doesn't care per se, but this is absolutely a length of seperation that would be setting off alarm bells within any other necro/cavalier pair; for all her complaints about Gideon not being able to maintain the charade, Harrow's lack of regard for Gideon strikes me as the fundamentally weak link in their plan, most likely papered over only by the fact that the other houses have no frame of reference for how the Ninth conducts it's operations. Also, I’ve had the thought that the other houses might not care; the whole "fake cavalier" thing seems tailored to the scrutiny of a social environment much more heavily populated. Harrow was gearing up for some real court intrigue, but Harrow and Gideon are marooned with just 16 named characters, all of whom have their own shit going on.

Funny aside; Gideon doesn't know what Fish are.

More details on skeleton mechanics. Harrow's specific skill at boneology (and that line I've seen floating around, "we do bones, motherfucker" is shoring up my growing belief that each of the houses has a Hunger-games-like arbitrary speciation in their flesh magics; it's a sign of great skill when you can get skeletons up and running without the assistance of connective tissues or any other fleshy bits. This is potentially a cultural engineering thing- an attempt to delineate between living slave-and-indentured-servant castes and pure robotic servitors. An attempt to head-off the exact bullshit Harrow is pulling with her parents, in other words.

Trying to guess which house this new antagonistic house is. First, second, third, fourth, fifth, seventh and ninth are accounted for; this is either sixth or eighth. I get the sense that the necro may have artificially arrested their aging somehow, and with it possibly their emotional maturity/brain development? It would explain at least in part their Cav's disgruntlement. Or maybe the fact that the Cav has actually clearly seen a ton of use as a meat shield while the Necro is in silk and chain-mail too thin to fulfill its function. Actually, this looks like the only pairing thus far that’s seen real action. Most of the rest are kids, or Magnus, who does not, you know. Have the vibe of a guy who’s experienced true horror.

Gideon's reaction to the necro's thousand-yard stare is telling; her recollection of Crux, of Sister Lachrimorta, of the Reverend Parents, all emphasize this need to be wanted; to be of use; Crux's version is painful because it conveys disappointment, the Reverend Parents because they convey fear. And as she leaves the dining hall, her response to the Lyctor Trials is that she feels "suckered;" she isn't wanted here, she isn't useful here.

"The Stinging Slap in the face that she didn't even have Harrow." Okay, here we get a sign that Gideon views Harrow as a comforting absolute even if she nominally hates her. I've been wondering more than a little what the hell the grounds for a turnaround in their relationship were going to be; here we get a single inch of concession. (Also, open call to the peanut gallery- what does/did the insufferable discourse surrounding this relationship look like? Abuse apologia? Power Dynamics? This whole series feels like a hotbed of Facewearer discourse.)

Okay, my Bonesaw assessment of Dulcinea swells in its hold on my mind. She wanted in on Gideon's personal brand of suffering because it seemed like a romantic way to die, and lost interest because of the aesthetic mismatch. I'm inclined to say that this is callous towards Gideon's situation but given Dulcinea's state it feels like a grass-is-greener situation more than anything truly appropriative.

So the seventh house deals with... reversing aging? Arresting the spread of disease? Or the progression? This is mentioned to be a hereditary issue, so perhaps their brand of necromancy was influenced by 10,000 years of trying to counter what’s happening to Dulcinea. And, as a point of comparison, I can imagine that both Ninth and First House’s skill with bone automatons developed downstream of their chronic manpower problems.

Dulcinea twigged to the sword discrepancy. This makes sense; Her Cav is proportioned like a super mutant and seems unlikely to have exclusively trained with toothpick rapiers. I’m not sure if Dulcinea is the only necro who's capable of noticing this discrepancy at a glance- there are other fairly militaristic houses present- but she’s certainly the only one paying enough attention to Gideon specifically to notice.

Okay, Protesilaus is back. He reports that something is shut. What’s shut? Dulcinea sits and looks harmless, and she can afford to because she’s got her Cav off executing her plans for her, whatever they are.

So, final roundup! I sense a love interest. Noting, belatedly, that the very first thing Dulcinea does is give Gideon an opportunity to be helpful; and through this whole sequence it becomes clear that Gideon just kinda... does stuff if people ask nicely and make her, specifically, feel wanted and useful. She gets chased out of the dining hall, painted as a wrong and intrusive Thing, and moments later falls head-over-heels for the first person who makes her feel actively desired, even just for rote manual labor. Dulcinea’s appraisals of Gideon have this real.... charge, a suspicious charge, I felt like I was watching a spider wrapping up a fly with every request Gideon granted- and there’s a level on which it’s very sad, because a person less starved for affection would find being approached like this off-putting. Dulcinea is rotating her like a specimen! But to Gideon it’s a fantastic experience for reasons she doesn’t even have the vocabulary to articulate. I can’t picture her instinct being to confess everything at the slightest provocation to anyone else on this rock.

Notably, however, I never have to hurriedly scroll past any posts about Gideon and Dulcinea being cute together- and unusually for this series, I have no idea why that is. This is one of the few elements of this story I’m experiencing completely blind, and I’m extremely excited to learn whatever fucked up circumstances lead to Harrow pulling ahead of Dulcinea as the intuitive romantic lead.

#gideon the ninth #gideon the ninth liveread #gtn #the locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb liveread #dulcinea septimus #gideon nav #blastweave livereads #thoughts #meta

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deathbecomesthem · 3 months

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I would love the Getting to Know Eddie prompt for EIG Eddie. Which I know you haven’t ported over yet but I’m a sucker.

Oh, dear Jo, I will happily talk about Exile in Guyville Eddie - He'll be coming to this blog eventually with updates.

Jo's Eddie Ask Game

What story is he from? What kind of story is it (Fix-it fic, Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie etc)?

Exile in Guyville is a story that takes place in the canon timeline, except that Eddie (eventually) recovers from his injuries. He's older, but not old. It's 1995, so Eddie is 29, and our reader is ~20.

What inspired you to write this Eddie?

I knew Eddie would be special when I watched the show as it aired. He spoke to me. I wanted to be him. There was a lot of gender envy happening. It was also a very traumatic summer for me for a few reasons, so he imprinted on my psyche.

Also, it is very, very important to me that Eddie Munson is based on Damien Echols. Exile in Guyville Eddie is absolutely written with the real man in mind.

What are your favorite headcanons about him/share something you never shared in your story?

I think Eddie is a very musically talented person. I headcannon him being able to play the piano, which is something I share with @br0ck-eddie. I also think that a family member, maybe a grandmother (?) taught him to love the guitar. ALSO, along the same vein, I think the Munson family are Indiana transplants, and there are a lot more in West Virginia/Kentucky/Pennsylvania. We're talking real hillfolk.

What does he wear on a casual day? On a dressier day? What does he wear to bed?

On a casual day? Jeans and a t-shirt with boots. On a dressier day? Nice jeans, a black button up, and boots - with black eyeliner. To bed? Boxers or nothing.

Favorite foods?

A really good sandwich with Lay's potato chips crushed between the mayo and cheese and Duke's mayonnaise. We're talking lettuce, tomato, freshly sliced chicken breast/turkey breast/roast beef, with sharp cheddar/muenster/swiss cheese, pickles. The whole nine yards.

Also, chicken and dumplings.

Tell Us About His Family/Friends

EIG Eddie makes friends easily, but he doesn't actually have many people he considers friends. He maintains those old relationships and holds them closely. Robin, Nancy, Steve, and all the kids. They're family in the way that he didn't really have when he was younger. The years he spent making music professionally, he made 2 lasting relationships.

He stays close to Wayne up until the day he leaves the world.

Yeah Yeah, he's a Metalhead. Tell Us MORE About His Taste in Music in your story

EIG Eddie knows a whole lot about music, because he made it his business to know. He enjoys listening to music that tells the truth, and makes his butt clench. Genre is irrelevant.

This is NOT true of canon Eddie, I'm only talking about EIG Eddie who has spent a lot of time growing and learning. He's leant his talent to all different kinds of musicians.

What are his views on romance? On sex?

EIG Eddie has had many relationships over the years. He loves hard, and he doesn't hold back. He understands that things end, but he also knows the value of a good thing. It's ok if it ends, as long as he doesn't miss out on the thing.

On sex? He likes it. He likes it a lot. It's not the most important thing, but it is a real joy in his life.

Is he optimistic or pessimistic?

Neither. He's a realist.

Where or with whom is he most comfortable?

Robin and Nancy. He's very close to them in that story.

What are his views of his future? What are his hopes/dreams?

Eddie hopes to be able to continue to live his life in his own way. He dreams of spending his days with the records and his nights listening to good live music.

What do you imagine his future looks like? (If your story is incomplete or if this would be a spoiler you're not willing to share, you can skip this question.)

Full of joy and pain, but ultimately happy.

Anything else you'd like us to know about your Eddie/your story?

Eddie is smart as hell. I think canon Eddie could eventually get his GED, go to community college, and then get a 4 year degree. I don't necessarily think that's something he would choose to do, but I see him being capable of that - given the right motivation.

There's a lot more I could say about this Eddie, or any other Eddie. Ask me anything, and I'll give you an answer.

Optional Vulnerable Question: Why do you write fics for Eddie Munson?

Because he deserves to live on in a million different stories. I love him very much.

Tagging: @dr-aculaaa @hellfirenacht @powderblueblood @raccoonboywrites

But really, anyone can play.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #asks #ask game #my jo

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laviethepooh · 2 years

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backyard boy | thoma x reader

summary. your summer seems like it’ll be a dreadful one, but a new neighbor might fix it

song. backyard boy by claire rosinkranz

ft. thoma x gn!reader

cw. modern!au

wc. 1.2k

notes. no because i’m such a sucker for next-door neighbor tropes and friends to lovers and i’m such a sucker for thoma- he would definitely be the best neighbor to have. i hope you guys all have a great summer, and if you’re a student like me, don’t forget to do your summer homework and don’t procrastinate!! hope you enjoy <33

with the end of your school year came a new season. you didn’t hate summer; you always made some pretty good memories with your friends, but this year every single one of them were either off to some summer camp or off on vacation. they promised they’d still contact you, but you knew it wouldn’t be the same. other than sitting around all day and playing some video games and maybe getting started on your summer homework, you didn’t have any plans on what to do.

then one day, you were in your backyard to get some fresh air after playing a few too many hours of video games, and you heard a chipper voice from over the fence.

“heya neighbor! fancy meeting you on such nice day!”

you initially jumped, not having expected a voice. your neighbors had moved out a few months prior and although you had seen the moving vans and furniture being put into the house, you never actually met your neighbor. but, frankly, you didn’t have too much of an interest because it was probably some random family with children that probably wouldn’t be around your age.

but now that you saw this blonde boy with a bright and youthful face peering at you over the fence, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to get to know him a little.

“hi,” you responded cheerfully, “i’m y/n, what’s your name?”

after hearing your answer, his face somehow seemed to brighten up even more.

“i’m thoma! i moved here pretty recently, but i’m sure you were able to tell.”

you stifled a laugh when you realized that he was probably standing on something to be able to talk over the fence. “hey, why not come over into my yard so we can talk a bit more comfortably.”

“really?”

“really.”

in a few moments, thoma entered your backyard and it was then when you noticed how tall he was. in fact, he was probably just standing on the tips of his toes when he was talking to you. he was dressed pretty fashionably in a black tank top and (dangerously) skinny jeans with a red corduroy jacket. he had a few badges and pins on his jacket, but you couldn’t tell what they were. his penchant necklace jangled happily as he merrily walked over to you.

“aren’t you hot in that corduroy jacket,” you asked, wondering how he could handle the heat.

he shrugged. “doesn’t bother me too much. so, y/n, i’m guessing you lived around these parts longer than i have. would you mind telling me more about here? like do you know if there’s a good japanese place nearby?”

“i mean, a good 30 minutes away there’s a big japanese store with lots of stuff. but there’s also a boba place walking distance, even though it’s not exactly japanese.”

“boba?” thoma’s eyes widened and you could have sworn they started sparkling. if he was a dog, you were certain his tail would be wagging furiously. in fact, the more you talked to him the more you noticed how dog-like he was.

“yeah! we could get some boba right now since it’s getting pretty hot,” you suggested.

his grin widened and he clapped his hands together. “if you’re comfortable with it, we can take my car since the heat’s picking up and you can direct me to the way there.”

you nodded and asked him to give you a moment to get your stuff. you rushed into your house, while not trying to look too excited, and started going through your closet. you were going to drink boba with a boy you just met, but he was so sweet and sincere and genuine and fun. in a few minutes, you managed to put together a stylish but casual outfit that didn’t precisely match thoma’s outfit but still shared some sort of familiarity that wouldn’t scream “they’re-together-as-a-pair,” but would still say “they’re-together-ish”. you looked in the mirror once more and let out a deep breath. you got this. whatever it is.

you bounded down the stairs and saw thoma still in the backyard, crouched over and looking at a small flower very closely. you snuck up to him as silently as possible and tried to scare him. although his reaction wasn’t big, the way he jumped slightly still made you satisfied. when he noticed that it was you he started smiling again.

this time it was your heart that jumped.

“ready to go?” he gestured to the front and you nodded wordlessly.

like a gentleman, he opened the door to his car for you and made sure you were comfortable before starting up the car. he told you that you could put on any song that you wanted. you connected your phone to the car and put on one of your favorite driving songs.

thoma looked at you once the first few notes started, his bright eyes gleaming. “hey! i love that song,” he exclaimed.

so it seemed he had a similar taste in music as you as well. you turned up the volume and thoma opened the windows in response, the music drowning out any worries and the wind blowing away your concerns.

the two of you sang together in harmony, and you could feel thoma’s eyes watching you as you jammed out. it made you nervous but in the most heart-fluttering way. at one point you dared to meet your eyes with his and all he did was give you another smile that made you feel like you were flying.

when you finally reached your destination, you were almost disappointed that it was over. once again, he opened the door for you and you guided him to the boba place. after the two of you made your orders and got your drinks, thoma hummed in approval.

“this is some good boba, i’ll have to come around here often.” he took another sip.

“there’s a lot of people during school, but it’s never crowded,” you informed him, realizing that technically he didn’t even know anyone at school yet. “hey, that means you’re transferring to where i’m going right?”

“yup, and i, unfortunately, don’t know anyone there. well, except for you, of course! and the way i see it, you’re the only friend that i’ll need.”

you started fanning your face from how hot it was starting to get. “you’ll make friends easily, thoma. i can’t see how anyone wouldn’t want to hang out with you!”

“is that so? well i think i’ll still like hanging out with you best.”

you nearly could’ve choked on your boba.

“let’s get back into the car and drive around for a little bit,” thoma suggested and the you agreed.

the two of you drove around the neighborhood, blasting your favorite music and singing out at the top of your lungs and waving your hand out the window for what felt like hours. when the sun started to get low, thoma made his way back to where you lived and the two of you got out.

you said your goodbyes, and you felt disappointed again that the special moment was ending, but thoma said the words that made you excited again for whatever was to come next.

“see you again tomorrow!”

maybe with thoma around, your summer wouldn’t be as terrible as you thought.

#lavie.txt #thoma x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #songfic #thoma x reader #thoma #genshin impact

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breezybeej · 11 months

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Tears of the Kingdom review: Heavy Spoilers Ahead

I just typed out my thoughts to get them out of my head so here's the messy essay I wrote just pasted under the cut

Let's get this out of the way first. This review is going to sound extremely negative because literally everyone in the universe has covered the positives of this game already and you can go view those reviews to see that. And I'll give you the score up front so you at least know that I still 'had fun' while playing the game. Please dear god, before you leave a comment about why I kept playing if I hated the game so much, just don't. I still had fun with the game but it was a hard 6.5/10 for me. So let's talk about it. Also, spoilers ahead because I played the main story, several side stories, and a lot of exploration stuff. And these are all opinions so if you disagree with me, I don’t care. We can discuss it if you want and if you think the game is a 10/10, okay. Anyway

I'll start with the least controversial stuff. The stuff that makes the most sense toward lowering the score. The Game Play.

Every major dungeon gives you a fancy power just like Breath of the Wild but they way you activate them is different this time around. You have a little homunculus and power activation comes from talking to them. This was a terrible idea and I have no idea how it made it past testing.

Example Riju: She is a melee fighter. She loves to run right up to whatever enemy you are fighting and stay there. Great! She’s an aggressive fighter who provides decent passive damage over the course of battle. Problem: her power modifies your ranged attack. So when you are fighting the Queen Gibdo, you spend more time chasing this woman around the arena than you do fighting the boss. It becomes more frustrating when you realize the mushroom spires will cover themselves in armor periodically so if you don’t catch up to her, activate her power, and let it charge up to the appropriate range to hit the towers in time, well that sucks. Also, if she gets hit, it cancels her charge up and since you cannot control her, you cannot pull her out of harm’s way. Gotta chase her down and try again. Note that most of the control is in the hands of the AI and not the player. Queen Gibdo is a very simple fight. It’s very easy with basically no mechanics besides “break the boss’ armor to deal damage” so most of the difficulty came from managing your companion. This is not a compelling fight design.

Example Sidon: Once I finished the water dungeon, I disabled his spirit and never pulled it out again because he doesn’t do much. He was never around me when I needed him to activate the water wheels needed to progress the temple. I would solve the puzzle and turn around to activate his power and he would be wandering aimlessly around at the top of a ramp 20 yards away so I had to go retrieve him and hold his hand all the way to the door. His power is also pretty clumsy. Since you have to chase him down to use his power and you can’t talk to your companions while L-targeting, there’s a good chance you will activate it and take a sucker punch that immediately consumes the shield before you can fire the water wave. What’s funny is that you don’t even need him to fight the boss of the temple. I happened to have an opal wand which tosses water orbs out. Works better than the champion, too. And since the temple is low gravity, you can just… jump to activate bullet time and dump arrows into the boss the instant it is vulnerable. I didn’t have to interact with any boss mechanics here. So Sidon is a wash (lol).

Example Yunobo: He’s massive. He takes up so much visual space on screen when I do not want him to. Steering a vehicle? Well he’s in the middle of the screen now and making noise and drawing lines in the air and spinning and bro I am just floating down the river, I’m not trying to bring down siege fortifications. The good thing is that he can break rocks without wasting my bombs and hammers, the bad thing is he loves to just wander away while his power is recharging so I have to chase him down. Another problem? When you are aiming him, taking damage cancels it. Holding up your shield cancels it. So you are very vulnerable during this time. Yeah, it’s a trade-off but then we go back to the issue of this being more about managing your companion and his position than about participating in combat. Managing companions in battle is not fun.

Example Tulin: Free critical shots and a traversal power makes for EASILY the number 1 companion who will always be active. He lets me go fast. He saves durability and arrows. He defends me better than Sidon’s shield because he stuns enemies. But. But. He will run up into your face when you are picking up loot and you will activate his power and blow all your loot down a hole. It didn’t happen often but it happened enough that I developed a hatred for this little shit. I tolerated his presence for the gifts he provided but I found myself creeping up to items and slowly gathering them to make sure I didn’t trigger the bird. You know takes away the joy of looting after a battle? Having to slow down and MANAGE YOUR COMPANION.

Example Mineru: I didn’t use her. She will be useless by the time you unlock her unless you stumble upon the steps to get her before clearing any other dungeon. Zonai devices don’t scale up their damage as the game progresses so fitting her with a cannon does nothing. I had a cannon break before she was able to kill a moblin with it. She’s slow but you can put a fan on her to speed up. Also, the fan will break. Why? I don’t know. These things don’t break when you assemble them into devices off of Mineru. They just cost battery. Why would you make them more restricted on the mech companion? I’ll just use a custom made vehicle instead. Also, she’s bigger than Yunobo and for some ungodly reason, you have to press two different buttons in sequence to dismount her. I do not know why.

Okay, that was an overview with the problems I had with companions individually. Now the system as a whole: They are annoying to use. I spent a lot of time in the menu activating and deactivating them. Maybe I’m weird for this but I prefer to not pause games a lot while playing them because I enjoy the feeling of uninterrupted play. Breath of the Wild was fantastic for that. I only really paused to eat and to change clothes. The companions are so frustrating that I voluntarily interrupt my play to turn them off and then do it again to summon them later. I just did not vibe with the Primary Storyline Powers the game gives you. And since I said the magic word Storyline, let’s move on to writing.

The writing in the game is bad. You meet Tulin and his dad says “He thinks he can accomplish things by himself. He’s doesn’t appreciate teamwork.” Two minutes later, you give Tulin his bow back and he says “Dang, I can’t accomplish things by myself and I appreciate teamwork.” Like, he almost repeats the exact same line we were told two minutes ago. Sidon is too clingy about his people and afraid to talk to his fiancee about it. You do one single task for him and he says “Well it’s time to let my people work without me and also talk to my fiancee.” Yunobo has gotten his people addicted to heroin and then you knock sense into him within a minute of meeting him. Riju says “Damn I can’t aim my lightning. Hey shoot your bow” and that helps her aim, cool. Then the very next scene shows her using the lightning strike without your aid. So what am I getting at here? It felt cheap. None of the character growth felt earned, we just get told one thing and then told another right after. It’s not compelling.

I don’t want to say this would be better but they could at least make the character changes come AFTER the dungeons are cleared? Like Sidon gains confidence that he can leave the Zora to defend themselves when he sees that they handled the domain well in his absence. Or Tulin learns that teamwork is good after he works with Link to save Rito village. Is that crazy to think? I just fail to see the value in the champion storylines when they happen so quickly and resolve themselves.

In a similar vein, the memories in this game are kind of lame. They are all laser focused on explaining the past timeline and they are worse for it. In Breath of the Wild, some of the memories were about the plot and some were about characterization. There were slice of life memories that served the purpose of developing Zelda’s insecurities and not just telling us what happened in the past. In Tears of the Kingdom, that is not the case. Every memory is just raw exposition. Take the one where they consult Mineru. I’ll summarize it:

Rauru: Zelda, your power is unique and we have no idea how it works. Maybe Mineru can help us understand it. Mineru: Zelda we have no idea how your power works but there’s no way it can send you back home. The only way is to eat a rock and turn into a mindless dragon thereby losing your identity and kind of defeating the purpose of getting back home.

So just to set up the Dragon of Light plotline, we have a character dismiss all the time they could spend studying a new combination of magical powers and jump to an extreme case immediately. They also established this was the first time they talked about the subject. It feels so forced every step of the way.

And you know what? I liked that Zelda becomes a dragon. I like that she sacrificed her very sense of self, essentially committing suicide to ensure the survival of future Hyrule. That is a cool and powerful thing but it is set up poorly and they undo it with absolutely zero consequence. The writers straight up included a scene that explicitly says there were no consequences to losing her mind and identity as a dragon for a thousand years (or was it ten thousand? I already forgot). Regardless, Riju says “Wow you were flying around up here all that time?” and Zelda says “Yeah but I don’t remember any of that nonsense, it’s fine lol,” so it undercuts the entire cost of swallowing a secret stone. What was the point?

It’s like this for most of the main story progression. They set up a problem and resolve it with no consequence or even really any action on the part of the player. They even give you control during a sequence to catch the princess falling from the sky. You cannot fail it. The ground never gets closer. If you flub the button, nothing bad happens. The music is swelling and dramatic but there is no consequence to any of it. The dive started and when I realized that the princess wasn’t actually falling, I got up and refilled my drink, moved my laundry from the washer to dryer, ate some lunch, then caught the princess.

You say “Well the plot in Breath of the Wild wasn’t very good. It was barely there.” And that’s the problem. Breath of the Wild didn’t draw attention to the plot. That wasn’t the point of the game. So they kept it simple and they kept it in the background. They made the plot more central and more sweeping in this game and it hurt the experience.

But surely, since they lifted the combat and stuff from Bee Oh Tee Dubs it at least has that going for it, right…. Eh…? Late game enemies are damage sponges that aren’t really worth fighting. The mini-bosses all have the same mechanic (shoot the weak point then hit them. that’s it.) “But that’s true of Breath of the Wild!” Yeah, and having the same problem makes it worse here. Because they didn’t improve. Also, since the game revolves around supergluing things to sticks, you have to navigate the abysmal ‘quick item’ menu.

Since there is only one type of arrow, any modifier has to be selected from that menu every time you want that effect. That menu sucks ass. It is a single line of items and it doesn’t display the stats of the item when you hover over it. The pause menu is better but you can’t glue items to your arrows from the pause menu. It destroys the flow of battle when you spend so much time with time frozen on a menu scrolling to the item you want to use.

And boy it sure got annoying having to open the menu, drop an item, select the fuse power, and then activate the fuse power to set up your weapon. So for the above reasons: I just avoided combat unless I absolutely had to partake in it. Which leads us to bosses.

The bosses are boring. Most of them, I completely ignored the ‘mechanics’ of the fight. I already talked about how the low gravity trivialized the water boss. I accidentally killed the ice boss in 45 seconds. I mean, you only have to hit it six times. Gohma is just like fighting a Talus. Break the rock limbs, jump on top and hit the thing. I didn’t know the rocks it tossed would explode because I just… walked around them and hit the boss. Queen Gibdo might be the most intricate fight because she attacks from the ground, the sky, and has structures and gremlins. But it’s still couched in the problems of managing Riju.

And the worst boss of all is the final one. I died twice to him because I was trying to figure out how his patterns worked and his dodging and stuff. Then I realized I could just walk forward and swing my sword and win. Literally, that’s all I did for the first two phases. Then he starts perfect dodging all your attacks. So I had to swing once, wait until he dodged, then delay my walk forward just a little bit. That was it. Almost zero thought, no use of my fancy powers, nothing.

Then the final phase: Dragon Ganon. To be fair, Breath of the Wild’s Ganon was an immobile joke too but this one also sucks. He doesn’t aim at you with his attacks, he doesn’t retaliate when you land on him, he doesn’t try to eat you. You just land on him, swing sword, fall. Land on him, swing sword, fall. And then two more times. The final boss being a pushover could be fine if there was a good story supporting a narrative victory but the story is weak so it is just disappointing. Also, when you fight the phantom ganondorfs in the castle, there’s a dramatic moment where the four champions suddenly show up and save you. Then it happens again five minutes later when you go to face Ganondorf in the depths. THEN IT HAPPENS AGAIN TWO MINUTES LATER DURING GANONDORF’S SECOND PHASE. Three times in a row!! And they give it the same dramatic framing every time. And the reward for this is the aforementioned scene where you can just watch Zelda fall forever and then she shrugs off being a (ten?)thousand year old dragon because it would be too sad otherwise. I don’t know, man. There are just so many problems with the game that it blows my mind how I haven’t seen much discussion about them. Like I said, I had fun with the game. It’s fun gluing things together and that makes up for most of the tedium of the game. Yeah, I like flying around on a goblin glider. I like making flaming electric laser roombas that chase goblins. It’s fun. But I spent $70 on this game and I have spent as much time getting distracted and being frustrated by the mechanics and story of the game as I have enjoying it. And that’s without bringing up how shoddy the rewards in the game are but I’m at 2802 words and I just want to be done with this.

#totk spoilers #zelda totk spoilers #zelda #totk #tears of the kingdom

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crimejunki2005 · 2 months

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Where I’m From:

I am from sun soaked days,

my brown hair lightened to a shade of red,

light induced headaches from blue eyes

and pale skin burned up,

not “sunkissed” like Tikok said.

I am from avoidant parents, a vacant home on most days

because they work too much. And years of practice of how to be alone from a young age.

From a calorie counting mom who gave me eating disorders

since I was seven, and a dad who wanted a boy.

I am from “Summer of ‘69” and slushies from 7-Eleven.

Movie rentals and take-out food on Fridays

and my first Alice in Chains concert on lawn seats.

I am from “Mr. Blue Sky” playing in the car on the way downtown

and days that are gold and 80 degrees.

From watching the Basketball games after school, finishing my book during the 3-pointer

and Arizona iced tea’s.

I am from sweeping aisles of grocery stores searching for 25 cents.

Buying a caramel apple sucker from the Minute Mart

walking proudly out and like a grown up about my purchase.

Then marching my way to the skatepark to watch my brother for hours

before the street lamps turn on and we call it a day.

I am from hot summer nights in mid July and spraying and lemon juice in my hair

so I could be a blonde when school came.

From crawling outside my window on those lazy days under the watercolor sky

reading Twilight, waiting for the world to go to sleep.

I am from Coyote Ugly and road trips to Costco

while playing “can’t fight the moonlight” in the car.

Mom and I sing the lyrics, miss some of the words

but she smiles with a pocket full of sunshine in the cupholder,

because she is mad at dad which makes her happier with me.

I am from late afternoons spent at the creek and swinging

from the sketchy rope back and forth, falling in the water once it snapped.

From watching the yellow dandelion sun set in the west

remembering the days after a basketball game where dad would take us out for doughnuts at Safeway.

I am from Heathers and John Hughs movies.

The BreakfastClub, Sixteen Candles

Pretty in Pink and Girl Interrupted

are the biggest a parts of me

because Molly Ringwald and Winona Ryder were who I aspired to be.

I am from books and movies because I am used to dysfunction from every angle.

Knowing that life isn't like a Norman Rockwell family Christmas

painting that’s hung over the fireplace.

Life is not church on Sundays, home cooked meals, and tossing a football in the yard when dad comes home.

I am from a flighty and distanced and harebrained

mother, who felt a million miles away when standing by me,

and a dad who I felt like was never there, even

though he was in the room two doors down from me.

I may be from broken parents and a damaged family

but I am grateful for the way I turned out.

I am proud to say that I know who I am, and where I am from, and the person that I want to be.

Not just for myself but for my friends and someday my very own family.

-B. Stella

#Where I am from #poetry #family quotes

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gaminganxious · 3 months

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The Cub - Review

Genre: Casual platformer

Release date: Jan 19th, 2024

Playtime: 3hrs

Completed: Yes

Would Play again?: It's not something I can see myself craving to play again, but I might return to it for an achievement run.

The Cub is a platform game that has you running, jumping, and swimming through the abandoned city of Alphaville that has quite aggressively been reclaimed by the local mutated wildlife. You play as a child left behind when the human race fled to Mars. You’re not completely feral however, you’ve learned language and have an understanding of your Martian counterparts through a helmet you took off of a rather unfortunate visitor. There’s no combat, so you’ll have to either out maneuver, or outrun the various threats you’ll encounter.

I love the abandoned aesthetic I’ll say that right now. Urban areas reclaimed by nature is one of my favorite things and The Cub does an excellent job of making the cityscape feel both empty and full of life at the same time. They did not let the post apocalyptic theme get in the way of giving the game color and I love that they went in that direction. The game also makes very good use of the background and foreground for style and storytelling.

I’ll confess I can count on one hand the number of platformers that I’ve played. I’m not great at them and I have a bad habit of shying away from things I’m not immediately good at. In all honesty if not for the artstyle I likely would have passed this one by too. I’m glad I got suckered into it though as far as platformers go this is likely one of the more casual ones you’ll find. The platforming itself felt very clean despite my own ineptitude. Auto saves were very, very generous in some areas and then frustratingly absent in others. To have it save every two or three jumps in most areas but then have to repeat the same twenty yard run up just to jump to my death in others was oddly frustrating. I don’t have enough experience with platforming to know if this is normal or not though. Overall I don’t think anyone with experience in platforming is going to have any real trouble with this game.

The story line didn’t really resonate with me. I won’t say it was bad because it definitely wasn’t but it just didn’t grip me. They did deviate quite a bit from the Jungle Book story it drew from which I appreciated and there were a couple of twists I did not expect. It just didn’t leave me feeling compelled when I finished it.

Currently, the Cub is listed for $14.99 on the Playstation store. I think this is fair for a new game you can finish in an afternoon. It’s fun and engaging, and honestly, the setting and style were enough to make it worth it for me. Those who are looking for a more challenging platform experience, however, might not find it worth the cost.

#gaming #review #playstation #the cub #platforming #casual

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vawsculturecorner · 4 months

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My Musical 2023: Musings by a girl who can't stop getting high and tweeting.

PART 1: People don't know what "A weak year for Music" means.

End of year time chat - you know what that means, everybody and their mother wants to tell you what the best, most valuable per minute piece of funny sound waves was in the year of our lord 2023. Cynicism aside, I like year-end lists! Despite my immense disdain for attributing any form of hierarchy to art, they are good fun to put together when we throw out any notions of objectivity. It's a way to preach how much we love something by measuring it against other things that we love.

Attempting to not be brazenly hypocritical, I’ve taken a “Mic the Snare” approach and grouped albums together under categories that make some sense to me and probably none to you. The hope is that if you like one thing on this list, you find something similar that you haven’t heard to try. The ultimate takeaway I want people to have after reading is “fuck I should listen to this aye”.

I am nowhere near a skilled enough writer (or observer, frankly) to make meaningful commentary on everything (or anything depending on who you ask). For the sake of brevity and our collective sanity I’m only going over the standout stuff from this year, my absolute favourites and whatever else I deem relevant/vaguely amusing. Consider anything mentioned here to be an album that I think of positively. If I don’t include it here, I didn’t hear it or I forgot because unbeknownst to you I am capable of making mistakes. If I don’t go into depth on something, assume I love it but I possess insufficient skill to do it justice/not quite obsessed enough with it to make an ass of myself trying

Herculean Hip-Hop

Goyard Comin': Exordium - Goyard Ibn Said Y'all gotta stop annoying the shit out of my man on Twitter and let him make his music. Yes, the artist who you may know as Ghais Guevara has put out some high-quality conscious hip-hop but man's also makes fucking bangers. To quote the album, you can't even go a yard without collapsing - hit the gym and bump tracks like Blood on My Grails whilst you are there. Faith is a Rock - MIKE x Wiki x The Alchemist MIKE, Wiki and Uncle Al link up for my favourite Alchemist-produced project of the year. Bleeding New York to the bone, this intergenerational meetup runs seamlessly across its brief runtime with the signature Alchemist production and intricately spun lyrics from MIKE and Wiki. Listen to Be Realistic.

Voir Dire - Earl Sweatshirt x The Alchemist Whilst we are talking about Alchemist, his long-awaited collaboration with Earl Sweatshirt is another solid addition to his discography. You really can’t go wrong with these two, and I feel like Alc’s beat really lend visibility to Earl’s pen and avoids intrusion, providing a clearer spotlight to the labyrinth of Earl's rapping. Undoubtedly My Brother, The Wind and 27 Braids are the two tracks I find the heaviest hitting.

14K Figaro - Wiki x Tony Seltzer Wiki had a fucking year hey - of his releases this is pretty handily my favourite, with Tony Seltzer's more digital production adding a “vintage in the modern” feeling with more synthetic sounds and beats contrasted with naturalistic and lively rhythms. Goes without saying that Wiki brings his A-Game to the mic as well. Fried Ice Cream would be my go-to track for the project.

Notorious Dump Legends 2 - Mach-Hommy x Tha God Fahim You really thought Hommy wouldn’t be here? Mach-Hommy and Tha God Fahim link up again, the legendary duo delivering on what they do best. A great appetizer before RAH next year - check out lead single Olajuwon. Glockoma 2 - Key Glock This album was my introduction to Key Glock and it is just a mixtape-style project packed with murky southern bangers. His deep, rolling delivery lends himself to a broad span of topics and emotions whilst maintaining a cold-blooded bluntness that is as cool as it is compelling. Sucker-free got an immense amount of play in the car this year. The Estate Sale - Tyler, the Creator. Hear me out - I know this is much smaller than CMIYGL and sure that album is tighter because it's more fleshed out, but on purely a song-for-song basis? I think I prefer these songs. In a decade where Tyler has released his best music yet, tracks like Dogtooth and Wharf are some of the strongest showings in his catalogue so far. Sorry not Sorry is also his best closing track period.

Soul of Too Birdz - Too Birdz Too Birdz defy genre in a blistering kaleidoscope of jagged noises and sounds that are increasingly difficult to pin down or label. All the better for it, Soul of Too Birdz introduces a cavalcade of phantasmic futurism to Australian music that mesmerizes the mind as the group's lyrical mantras are enveloped by folds of digital madness. Blood Money Millionz is a must-listen. (An addendum - this probably should have made relentless replays because I think this is one of the best albums to drop this year).

Decay - Fatboi Sharif x Steel Tipped Dove If the Too Birds album is the phantasm jolting from the street lamps at midnight then Decay is the poltergeist haunting abandoned homes in transient suburbia. The lethargy of a dying world has manifested in the voice of Sharif and the prowling soundscapes of Dove. As Sharif proselytises the apocalypse, you can hear the buzz of flies infesting corpses on key tracks like Brandon Lee. A stunning project from both artists.

Melodic Amazement and Terrific Trunknockers:

Straight up, I found it really hard to write about these ones but you should listen to them so I am including them here so again you have stuff to check out. Melodic Amazement: Ooh Rap I Ya - George Clanton George Clanton follows up his legendary "Slide" with another solid serve of hypnagogic warbly audibles. Manages to sneak in a couple of classic tracks for his catalogue too with tracks like I Been Young and For You, I Will featuring Hatchie. Filth - Collarbones The Swansong for cult-classic outfit Collarbones, the band goes out with a bang as Filth is pumped with ethereal yet driving euphoria, with Marcus Whale's singing oozing with sensuality and intimacy. The album is packed with essential tracks but I want to give a special mention to God is Here for being such a triumphant close to the beloved Australian Duo. Muscle Memories Vol 1 & 2. I saw these guys at SXSW this year and whilst I had heard tracks from them before, their set was the pure definition of mesmerizing. That same crystalline funkiness is here in spades across the two EPs that they put out this year and I am hotly anticipating their next moves. 5D dub is an excellent track to start with. What Colour Is the End? - Nikodimos Speaking of artists I found by watching them live, Nikodimos was the first artist I caught at Big Sound 2023 and fuck me was the bar set high. A jack-of-all-music-trades, there is no genre or instrument or musical crevice that Nikodimos does not excel at - case in point, What Colour Is the End? Lathered in psychedelia and warm jazzy tones you could lose yourself forever in the layers of these songs. IT HURTS! is a standout track for its emotional vocals and groovy percussion. How To Capture Playful - Pink Navel x Kenny Segal Coming off last year's EPIC, Pink Navel's earnestness and slightly dorky energy is the type of thing you would expect to be grating, but in fact, it just fills your heart with warmth and sugar. They team with the one and only Kenny Segal for an album about video games, and the results are endlessly endearing. Lead single Present Vendor is a great introduction if you are a newcomer to their music. In The End, It Always Does - The Japanese House Ok, I have to admit something that is going to have my queer femme card revoked - I am not really that enamoured with Phoebe Bridgers. She's an incredible musician, but the emotional connection that most people have with albums like Punisher I think I'm starting to have with this album here. Touching Yourself is pure saphic bliss and I swear to god if I don't meet a beautiful femme woman soon to have an emotionally charged intimate situationship I might just kill myself.

Terrific Trunknockers: OPPBOYZ - SOLLYY x Dxvdre Seriously this lil fuckin album is non-stop anthems and tracks that will make you non-stop bop. Hard on the car stereo and on the decks this album will have you yelling OPP BOY DOWN OPP BOY DOWN on top note, irrespective of the time or place. Also special shout-out to that CK line it was a bit of a cultural reset. Definitely check out OPP BOY DOWN. STRESSOR - Teether x Kuya Neil Look I'm still pretty new to the underground Australian music scene but if there is one thing that became clear to me pretty quickly, it's that Teether is one of the godfathers of this shit. Another artist who had a jam-packed year (even ending up featuring on Backwoodz release plus one from the multi-talented Fielded), this link-up with Kuya Neil is one of the most critically acclaimed underground hip-hop records of the year for good reason. Kuya Neil offers a masterclass of production here with smooth textured production riding on top of punchy, breakneck percussion. Closing track RENO is already a classic.

The Spiritual Meat Grinder - Zheani Zheani is just an incredible man - I did not expect the pivot into more electronic, dancier takes on her signature occult alt-metal-rap stylings but it's executed immaculately. How can I not recommend Bring Wet Cunt, honestly, it's such a banger.

Inconsistently Incredible and Future Funhouses:

(slightly) Inconsistently Incredible: Am I going to say these albums are perfect back to front? Not really, but there are enough moments of brilliance that go above and beyond that I think it's a disservice to skip over them.

And Then You Pray for Me - Westside Gunn W$G continues to prove he has this curation shit down fucking pat and continues to indulge his creativity with a datpiff tape-styled trap-ier take on his signature Griselda sound. Let this man executive produce a Tyler the Creator album please. Kitchen Lights is the stunner for me on this album for sure. Utopia - Travis Scott Mr "Play FEIN Ten Times in a Row" has become a more difficult sell for me as of late (and very little of that has to do with his album output) but UTOPIA manages to make good on a few moments of dusty, garish pop-rap constructed on a level of grand spectacle (I mean this as a good thing). I KNOW?, TELEKINESIS and DELRESTO (ECHOES) will probably go down as some of my all-time favourite Travis tracks. Burning Desire - MIKE MIKE continues to almost click with me (the closest I’ve come thus far is Tears of Joy) but moments on this album are like portals to a dimension where he is one of my favourite rappers working right now, with a distinct realm of abstracted explosive creationism that I genuinely struggle putting into words. Plz Don't Cut My Wings is absolutely my favourite song he has put out and has this distinct melancholic grain that wraps around MIKE's lyrics of memory and making it to the light at the end of a rough road. Something to Give Each Other - Troye Sivan Personally, I don't come back to this album in it's entirety as full listens can sometimes drag a bit, but individual tracks like the singles and a few deep-cuts like Can't Go Back Baby are undeniable gay boy summer smash hits and I am so fucking here for them.

Future Funhouses: These are albums that I did hear this year but didn’t really dedicate enough time to properly sit with them. That said, I feel pretty confident these will grow on me with more listens. Obviously, because of this I'm not gonna write anything on them because I would be talking out my ass! HELLMODE - Jeff Rosenstock Never Falter Hero Girl - Katie Dey - ok but this one is really good and is probably the one you are most likely to have not heard of these albums listen to Katie Dey shes incredible Lahai - Sampa Did you know there is a tunnel under Ocean Blvd - Lana Del Rey Again - Oneohtrix Point Never

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Worldbuilding and subject matter expertise! All the worldbuilding. I literally have 100K and counting of Chicago-cited (JSTOR articles and all) worldbuilding on the historical/political background of the wizarding world for the fic series I'm working on. I also adore small, lived-in details – so if there’s any particular expertise/personal experience that you’ve always wanted to expound on, consider me a captive audience haha. I’ve literally done method writing for a fic wherein I spent a morning walking around with four feet of yard-stick ruler strapped to my side to get an idea for what carrying a rapier would feel like, so yeah.

Unconventional formats. Seriously, I'm game for whatever you can think of. Textbooks, epistolary, official memorandums, screenshots and text messages, newspaper articles – the world is your oyster here.

Nuanced moral ambiguity and loyalty and duty and responsibility and obligation and necessary evils. I absolutely adore portrayal of duties conflicting with personal desire, people having to make hard choices and then live with the consequences, bone-deep dedication to service, and anything else along those lines.

Character studies. Show me how a character became who they are, show me what facets of their personality emerges in different situations, tell me about how their background impacts how they view the world. Flawed/unreliable narration and close personal biases are absolutely welcome here. Outside perspectives on characters are always fun as well!

Close relationships, romantic, platonic, ambiguous, and otherwise. I absolutely adore close platonic relationships that are no less close or meaningful or devoted for being platonic. I’m talking raze the fields, “Where you go, I go” level of loyalties being my catnip here. And even for romance, show me characters as friends first and how they relate to each other as people, more than the part where they think the other person’s hot.

DNWs:

Porn Without Plot/Plot, What Plot? I'm not entirely opposed to sex, either onscreen or implied, but only if it’s not the only thing happening. You’re writing for someone who’s disinterested in sex (except as a characterization tool) to begin with, so any attempt at smut for its own sake is going to fall flat.

Character bashing. Even the most objectively fucked up characters are still people, in all their good and evil. One-dimensional character bashing/flanderization will not be appreciated.

Crack. Humor and comedy are fine, crack is not. Life can be absolutely absurd sometimes, so if it’s something that could actually happen and fits the characters, go right ahead. Unhinged crack for its own sake will be less welcome.

Suicide. References/mentions are acceptable, as is a character sacrificing their life for someone else, but...okay, honestly, if you’re planning on writing a fic that features suicide beyond a background mention of “X background character killed themself,” just ask through the Mod to double-check that portion of the plot with me.

Revolutionary Arc - kitsunerei88:

Lina Avery

Lina! My favorite mercenary war-mage who will swear up, down, and sideways that she has Absolutely No Morals Whatsoever, No Sirree. Yet someone gets suckered into fighting a war and overthrowing a government for free because the people she loves (for all she will Fervently Deny It Forever) needed that. Also, her attitude toward her Idiot Not Son is just hilarious.

Give me anything from her adventures with Etienne during the Cold War (up to and including emotional angst after he dies/she gets him killed) to Lina’s....Adventures with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement after the war. She’s so not the person to Lead A Whole Administrative Department yet gets stuck with the job anyway. What is she like at job fairs trying to talk seventeen and eighteen year-old British-born muggleborn and halfblood teenagers into joining the DMLE? (She’s probably as good for recruitment as Top Gun is for the Navy haha, and all those baby aurors probably half-worship at her feet) How much times a week does she threaten to quit her job at James and Sirius? What’s her perspective of the post-war political situation in the new Wizarding England and Wales? How many use of force lawsuits and Memorandums regarding appropriate language and conduct does she inspire?

Mikael Kowalski/Annabelle Crestley

I’m way too fond of these two characters that I literally developed from one-line mentions in RevArc ahaha.

I’ll take any and all romantic fluff/adventures with them! Especially since I suck at romance and everything associated. Fluffy dates, Absolutely Positively Not Pining Letters going back and forth between Moscow and NYC, them going “What the actual fuck” at John’s....Everything during the events of RevArc!

Alliance Trilogy - E. Jade Lomax

Lia/Marie Gabrielle & Marie Gabrielle Andrea & Gabrielle Andrea

I loved the glimpses of Ceren religion that appeared throughout the trilogy, and the way that Gregory fell in love with these people and considered them worth fighting for. And holy fuck that scene of the city guard ripping flowers off a little girl's head because it’s viewed as a symbol of defiance/rebellion/treason. I would just love more everything of this.

Anything about growing up as a persecuted religious minority, where something a small as flowers is viewed with suspicion and having to hide your holiday celebration in cellars, the way the Ceren emphasis on blood is something that Andrea and her brothers (who aren't considered her brothers by Ceren society) chafes at. What was it like for Andrea and countless other Ceren children growing up in this world? And honestly, give me everything on Andrea in general - this orphan girls with brothers that her culture doesn’t recognize as brothers, who had to grow up too fast in a world, and asks herself the question of “What do I want to do with my hands?”

What does it mean to be Ceren, to identify as Ceren, in Neria, a hundred years after unification? Marie and Sebastian are Cerens as well, a different stripe (or at least Sebastian was, and Marie grew to be) of Ceren than Andrea and the rebels that we spend most of the series with, and at the very end of Traitor, there's a Ceren boy who's signed up to join the royal guard. How do all of these characters relate to their identity and religion and culture in similar and different ways? Do any of them identity as Nerian?

Gregory says to Andrea, "It [Neria] is [a country]. The people—the ones who don’t meet in your cellar—they call themselves Nerians. Folk from Birnel and Panet live in the city, and they call it home, too. What are you going to do with them? You’re not the only ones who love this land, not anymore. Whatever Sasha’s great-grandfather did, a hundred years ago, this is how it is now." Is he right?

Gabrielle, my favorite and most determinedly ambitious twelve year-old. By the end of the book, she's tentatively making inroads with the Ceren resistance, and realized that she can love her father and simultaneously disagree with his policy, and is grappling with issues of privilege and saviorism and what she owes to her country and its people who have been wronged in her family's name and by her family. One of my favorite Gabrielle scenes is at the very end, when she's shocked to learn one of the royal guardsmen is a Ceren and "The guard stared at her, terrified, and Gabrielle leapt to reassure him, stumbling over her words and wringing her hands. There was a horror low in her stomach. What sort of kingdom was hers, that it hurt the very people who took up arms for it? That it hurt any person under its protection? This boy, in her own black and silver, was staring at her with such fear. Rage rose in her, at her forefathers, her father, at Bray and War and men like Doulings. I will be better. I will— Gabrielle took a long breath. I will listen. I will listen. I will learn." What does she get up to after the series ends? What are her stumbles, what are her successes? What is it like for this determined, too-smart kid who's committed to learning to listen?

Lia and Marie! They’re an A+ romance going on in the background, and I Marie’s line of “I didn’t kidnap any tax collectors or set any

government buildings on fire, but only because I didn’t stay in town long enough. If my cousin hadn’t died, if I hadn’t inherited and been sent to Court, I’d still be an angry, barefoot little girl in the backwoods, and I’d have set whole loads of things on fire by now. If I hadn’t met Lia, and you, my little princess. I love you both. But, if things had gone a different way - I hate that I have to live with the knowledge that in a different life I would’ve been slipping oleander into your tea and thinking myself righteous for it.” A character study of Marie and her journey/falling in love with Lia/coming to this realization would be absolutely incredible

The Fixer Series - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Ivy Kendrick & William Keyes Ivy Kendrick & Adam Keyes

I’ll take everything regarding Ivy’s relationship with the (living) Keyes men here!

William Keyes says, “I never quite figured out how Adam and Ivy met. She was at Georgetown. He went to see her.” That plus William Keyes’ drama-filled line of, “I treated [Ivy] like a daughter, and she put Peter Nolan in office,” plus Adam’s line “Three years ago, you were on speaking terms with my father,” and Ivy’s admission that he taught her a significant amount of what she knows gives me so many questions about the two of them.

What did Tommy tell Ivy about his father? Did Adam introduce her to William Keyes or did he randomly take an interest in a girl from Georgetown and find out that she and Adam knew each other after the fact? How does Ivy feel about working for the man who, in another timeline, might have been her father-in-law? What does/did William Keyes feel about Ivy, from start to finish and everything about how she intersects with his sons? (Seriously, there’s so much packed into the line “Tommy died. I lost both sons.”)

Adam Keyes “must have known that Tommy was seeing someone. And somehow, he found out about [Tess].” What happened there? How much did he know? He visited/met Ivy for the first time (as far as William Keyes knows - which might not be entirely accurate!) when she was twenty and a student at Georgetown and he was home on leave (so he would have been 22/23 at a minimum) and implied/presumably after Tommy died. What was that meeting like? How does Adam feel about Ivy, and the connection to Tommy that she represents? How does he feel about Tess, and Ivy’s decisions regarding her? Ivy is implied to give his opinions about Tess’s upbringing some weight even before he even meets her, given the line of “Three years ago, you were the one who told me to bring [Tess] here.”

Tess Kendrick & Ivy Kendrick Tess Kendrick & William Keyes

Okay, I honestly love Tess and William Keyes’ relationship so much? (His character in general is just intriguing haha). Everything from “No matter what Ivy and my son might have told you, I’m not so heartless as to turn my only grandchild away,” to “[What do you want with Tess?] The same thing I’ve always wanted, dear - an heir.” How does he feel about discovering this grandchild (and legacy) he’s longed for for years? What’s his point of view of their back and forth? Literally I will devour everything about these two.

God, Tess and Ivy and their not-quite mother/daughter yet not exactly sister relationship is absolutely one of the emotional centers of this series. Ivy’s conversation with Tess about how she wanted to be good enough for her not sister, not daughter (but indisputably hers) absolutely kills me. What was it like for Ivy to watch her sister daughter Tess grow up from over a thousand miles away? How did Ivy feel that summer Tess was thirteen and she came to Montana making promises and left away a girl whose heart would be broken and all the stilted phone calls in between? What was going through Ivy’s head when she received that phone call from Tess’ school and she went to the ranch only to be called her mother’s name by her grandfather and every moment when she’s finally living with her sister daughter Tess for the first time? (Seriously, Ivy’s ‘Order what you like from these furniture catalogs on a Saturday evening, they will be delivered here today’ makes me laugh all the time).

Tess Kendrick & Tommy Keyes Tess Kendrick & William Keyes & Theresa Keyes

This would be an AU, but Tess’s line of “I would never know my father. I would never get to meet him, never know if he would have looked at me and seen pieces of himself, if he would have wanted me. If I could have been a daughter he would have loved,” gets me any time. So give me a timeline where Tommy did come home from his tour in Afghanistan! Your choice in terms of how they meet and how this particular cat comes out of the bag and how Adam and Tommy and Ivy relate to each other. This is honestly just me wanting Father-Daughter feels with Tommy and Tess (who’s named after his mother, presumably on his wishes) that the world/fate denied her.

This is also an AU, but William Keyes says in the second book, “I can never forgive Adam for that [denying Theresa Keyes, who Tess is named after, the chance to know her only grandchild]. We could have given you everything you deserved” Which immediately made me imagine a timeline in which the Keyes had, somehow, found out about Tommy’s child. Give me all the chewiness there with a Tess who has grown up either entirely in DC (William Keyes is Wealthy and has All The Lawyers, and would almost certainly skew things in his favor in terms of custody battles) or splitting her time between DC and Montana (this one is probably because Theresa reined her husband in).

(Note: feel free to gloss over the Political Drama And Intrigue haha. Do not feel obligated to figure out High Stakes Plots and assassinations and cover-ups and terrorist organizations and cover identities, I will absolutely adore fics that just focus on, like, the day to day and these tangled and messy relationships. Also, William Keyes’ mansion is supposedly on “the Virginia side of DC,” but in that that description is literally nonsensical geography, I’m pretty sure Barnes meant it to be in Mclean, Virginia (which is the Virginia side of the DC metro area stereotyped as where Rich And Powerful People live). The Maryland equivalent is Potomac.)

Leagues and Legends - E. Jade Lomax:

Jack Farris & George & Liam Jones Beatrix "Bea" Jones/Liam Jones Jack Farris & George

Give me all the Mountain Vigilante stories. How did Jack and George meet for the first time, when did Jack realize the obisidan-eyed girl he told his name to at the tavern because he hadn't known who she was was Cassandra Graves, show me their logistical network and caches set up to smuggle mages to safety, how did Bea root herself in a bakery and meet (and fall in love with) this whistling desert boy and two kids trying to mend the world as best they can, how was Challenge founded and constructed and what was the Northern Rangers' reaction and cooperation with the vigilantes of the mountain?

Lanetia "Laney" Jones & Liam Jones

Liam! He's a worldsinger, a talent that is explicitly noted to be rare and extraordinary in this world, for all that neither Jack or Laney call attention to it as such. "When [Laney] was eight, Liam was twenty and feeling trapped and useless." What made him leave the desert to go wandering? What was it like being able to hear the Elsewhere and whistle up magic? How did he he meet Jack and George for the first time and get into the Vigilante business and fighting the graves? I'd love for something where he doesn't die and Laney meets him and they actually get to have A Conversation because seriously, his departure really did a number on that little girl.

Earth Girl Series - Janet Edwards:

Tellon Blaze

Tellon Blaze and the Chimera Wars! That dude leaves such a long shadow on The Military to the point that even 250 years later, His Original Chair is still held in a place of honor in Military HQ. It's also practically outright stated in the Draco books that the Public Story Of Tellon Blaze and What Actually Happened are two very different narratives/closely held secrets. All of humanity views him as a war hero who was a military cadet visiting Thetis when shit hit the fan and heroically stepped up and was rewarded with laurels and pomp and a clan of the gentes maiores, but Draco talking to his father says that he was actually a civilian tennis-player with zero intentions of a military career when Thetis happened.

What's going on there? His order of "Nuke it to cinders" (and 'Let the stars go dark') is famous a quarter of a millennium later - what was that like, for Tellon Blaze? Anti-chimera detectors are on every military equipment and portal several centuries after the incident, and even the mere rumors of chimeras is enough to throw humanity into a panic, so what exactly went down during the wars (which are always mentioned in the plural)?

On that note, the history/origin of the Honor Child tradition (especially if there’s a connection to Tellon Blaze) would be absolutely fascinating as well. It's mentioned at some point (I think in the Drago books) that that was a tradition that arose during the Chimera Wars due to the sheer number of dead - so what happened there?

Jarra Tell Morrath I/Riak Torrek Jarra Tell Morrath I & Draco Tell Dramis

Jarra the First and Draco were two kids raised in this crazy cult/organization by Cioni's apprentices, who discovered their identities as Tell Clan members pounded on the doors of the Tell Clan Hall demanding entrance. It's implied that these two reacted very differently to their fucked-up upbringing: "My impression was that Draco was always fixated on the past but far too angry to discuss it, while his sister just wanted to focus on living a normal life in future. That seems consistent with what I was told about their clan welcoming ceremony. Draco was still changing his mind about his chosen name an hour before the ceremony, while his sister never once wavered from her decision to be Jarra Tell Morrath."

What happened? Exactly why did Cioni's Apprentice want embryos of the Tell Clan? How did Jarra the First and Draco escape? What was it like assimilating into a very different environment? What's the story of Jarra the First’s military career and her eventual relationship with Bard and Riak?

Gemena Raya Feren & Marack Tell Galad & Jarra Tell Morrath Jarra Tell Morrath & Riak Torrek Gemelle Tell Feren & Jaxon Tell Galad & Jarra Tell Morrath Gemelle Tell Feren & Jaxon Tell Galad

Seriously, Jarra contacting her parents and learning that they wanted a relationship with her only for them to be killed in action weeks later is such a cruel twist of fate. Like, an entirely realistic twist of fate, mind you, because Life Sucks Like That and Jarra’s Life Especially Consists Of Cruel Twists Of Ironic Fate. I get the plot necessity of it, but still, I’ll take all the canon-divergences here.

AU where Jaxon comes to his senses even a few days sooner and Jarra is never handed over to Hospital Earth and grows up with both parents, secure in the knowledge that she’s Loved And Is A Tell Clan Member.

AU where Jarra contacts her clan at fourteen like her friends did. She has no fucking clue why she does it (possibly Isette badgered her into it), she’s entirely doing it to make her friends happy, she fully expects things to go down in flames and figures she might as well get it over it. Except, to her complete shock, her family actually wants her. Her parents come down, there’s probably Much Yelling at Hospital Earth, and teenaged Jarra gets bombarded with all the love. Seriously, re-reading Earth Girl and Jarra’s (justified) bitterness is so painful after the Drago series because you know that her family wanted her so badly and they loved her so fucking much.

AU where Jarra’s parents don’t die during that behavior event in Kappa Sector and they come visit her on Earth while she’s working on the dig sights and all the ensuing emotion fraughtness as she figures out What It Means To Have Parents And Family as an adult.

Riak Torrek’s POV of the Honor Ceremony! Seriously, that dude had, what, a handful of hours’ notice? One minute he’s doing Solar Array Command Shit, the next is that he’s getting a notification that his long-lost granddaughter, who the entire family has thought they’d never find, has been identified. Not only that, he’s immediately tasked with leading a memorial ceremony for said long-lost granddaughter - a memorial ceremony commemorating the honor and sacrifice and service of his deceased wife. I’m honestly impressed that he kept his composure as much as he did during that scene.

I’ll also take all the scenes of Jarra with her siblings. Anything from Jaxon’s Situation Re Fidelis Breach finally being brought up, to just sibling bonding, to the...whatever the fuck Jaxon and Gemelle’s relationship has been like for the last two decades (because Gemelle said in one of the Drago books that she and Jaxon don’t/can’t have a normal sibling relationship as a result of what happened to Jarra all those years ago) and maybe even some of that being mended.

The Dark Artifices - Cassandra Clare:

Julian Blackthorn/Emma Carstairs Julian Blackthorn & Emma Carstairs

I know canon is all about Julian and Emma’s forbidden love story, but I honestly fell in (non-romantic) love with these kids because of their relationship to war and tragedy. Julian’s line of, “I came of age in the Dark War. I was baptized in blood and fire....I killed my own father. You think I won’t kill you son?” made me scream. These kids were twelve when their world fell apart around them and they lost almost everything, when one promise of, “Aren’t we forever?” in a desperate attempt to cling to what little they had left ended up almost ruining their lives. They’re kids who they ran for their lives and grew up in war and knowing (and bearing) the cost of sacrifice and necessity. So for prompts, honestly I’ll adore any one of a hundred moments in the years between the end of the war and the start of the Dark Artifices.

Julian writing to the Clave every year to try to bring his sister home, stepping into Arthur’s shoes and running the Institute, teaching himself how to cook because his family needs him, trudging up the hill with groceries, becoming a father at the age of twelve (seriously, Tavvy is two when everything goes to hell, he literally doesn’t remember any parental figure other than Julian)

Emma, who spends these year honing herself into the sharpest weapon possible until she’s known as the second coming of Jace Herondale even though she says she’s “nothing special” (God, that conversation with her and Cristina), who throws herself into avenging her parents’ death, who needs to be the best Shadowhunter that she can be.

These two kids in general, really, who have lived through war and are five shades of messed up and too young and have their own language and wake up from nightmares and crawl into each other’s beds in an attempt to keep the bad dreams away.

Julian’s POV of waking up in Lady Midnight to discover that Emma had taken his place and is currently lying on the floor in front of the institute, whipped half to death.

Canon-divergence where Emma finds out about Julian running the Institute and the Uncle Arthur situation earlier and she helps him shoulder the burden - because he’s her parabatai and her best friend and how could she do anything less?

Or, for something less heavy, a fluffy slice-of-life (or, well, as fluffy as any canon involving Children And A Society At War, because that’s what Shadowhunters are, even without the whole Morgenstern Situation) canon-divergence AU where Emma and Julian got to remain children a little while longer - playing side-by-side on the beach, bonking each other with wooden swords and making faces at each other. A world where Julian never has to know how bitter Necessity tastes, and Emma never seeps herself in vengeance.

Legally Blonde Musical - Hach/O'Keefe/Benjamin:

Emmett Forrest/Elle Woods

I have a soft spot for this musical haha, and especially these two. I’ll honestly take anything about these two and their relationship?

Emmett’s perspective on meeting Elle (and, you know, falling in love with her) because his background in terms of socioeconomics has so much potential (”Chip On My Shoulder” is an absolutely amazing song)

Elle’s POV on realizing that the love she’s traveled all the way to Harvard to find/get back is actually standing right next to her in the form of Emmett.

Emmett’s POV from Legally Blonde to Legally Blonde (Remix) and events that happen in between? How does he feel about Callahan assaulting Elle, what does do, what happens offstage that we don’t see?

(Note: I’ve never actually watched the Broadway/MTV edition. When I think of this musical, I’ll always think of my high school production of it with the fondest of memories, and I will be forever grateful if any small details mentioned match that my high school’s production rather than any of the official version. The only plot significant one is that Legally Blonde (the song) is sung with Emmett and Elle on opposite sides of her dorm room door (I know some productions have it staged so that he and Elle are in the same room) so that she doesn’t hear him go, “What about love?” Others are: Paulette is Black, Enid is Desi, Bruiser is a fluffy white Bolognese rather than a Chihuahua, Emmett has dark blond hair and wears glasses and has a habit of rocking his weight back and forth on his feet)

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subtleissexy · 2 years

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Thought dump from my Notes app

Hi, I thought about everything that was said yesterday and the last couple of months, & I wanted to leave things on a better note. I don’t blame you or myself for how things panned out; I think it’s fair to chalk it up to timing. From day 1, we’ve been on different pages & it turned into a constant game of tug o war except clearly no one really wins. Still, I’m sorry it ended the way that it did, it wasn’t what I wanted. I’m sad and disappointed, but you were right to say that it wasn’t fun with the fundamental disagreeing. And it was becoming hurtful, as well…it was very hurtful for me to feel like the person I was spending all of this intimate time with, being emotionally open and available to, wasn’t able to claim me & tell me that they wanted me in their life as a partner. And that began to close me off & I can’t be my loving self when I have to shut off my emotions for my well-being. I’m sorry for pushing you & making you feel like you’re not enough, I never once believed that about you. What wasn’t enough for me was jumping into the water all-in emotionally, and knowing the other person wasn’t ready to. I don’t fault you and I wouldn’t want to leave things on a bad note. Maybe eventually we can be friends, but a lot of time would need to pass for me. I still wish you well from a distance.

Hi, I’ve thought about you, so much. All the time. Wishing things were not the way that they are. The truth is I was feeling myself falling in love for you, and we just never got to that part. I wanted to tell you. I knew last Saturday on my couch; you were air strumming a ukelele & the feeling hit me in the lungs. Or maybe it was just the shrooms talking. But I was feeling it, hard for you. And I think you always knew that. I made it fucking obvious how I felt about you, I can’t hide my feelings for shit. Not that I would ever truly want to. I’m a sucker for falling in love.

I thought about our future together a lot. I wanted to go on adventures with you. Meet your family and friends. Live with you. I thought about the whole 9 yards. Maybe that’s just delusional fantasy but I wanted it with you. I thought about it being me, you, Dex & Luci. I thought about how to introduce them so that they would get along. It would take a few days after you guys moved in, but once they knew each others’ smell, it would be smooth sailing. Maybe they’d start cuddling, and then it would be a giant cuddle puddle every night. It fucking sounded perfect.

I miss fucking you. Kissing you. Every little touch. Your fingertips everywhere. It was intoxicating being with you. It wasn’t about penetration, yknow? Sex with you felt like we were pouring ourselves into each other. Idk that sounds corny. But last Saturday was on a whole other level. After that I lost my cool. It broke me that you didn’t know what you wanted after that. How could you not? Why didn’t you want to be with me…maybe everything that I felt for you was one-sided. Unrequited. The worst kind. It’s too angsty.

Hi, I’ve been doing some reflecting on everything, & I hope me saying this is more helpful than harmful, but I wanted to own up to the harms and roles I played in our dynamic. It is clear to me that I was triggered a lot during the time we spent together. I was ugly at times, and I’m not proud of the ways I behaved. I understand why I went to that place multiple times. I felt unwanted by you, and that feeling is a familiar and haunting place for me. Some of my reactions were a projection of my past hurt, & you didn’t deserve that. We all have those wounds inside of us, & sometimes they get the best of us. I feel guilty and sad that I hurt you and pushed you to your edge, when you needed patience and understanding. I’m sorry. I felt like I was at my breaking point, too, hearing that you felt unsure about me.

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sinslasherfics · 3 years

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Slashers with a sibling!reader trying to sneak out (part 1 of 2)

fell in love dearly w this request... had fun writing it 😆 it’s a little different from my other works but i love it nonetheless! hope you all enjoy it as much i do! i’ll be doing more slashers in part 2!

requested by @marceline1212

MICHAEL MYERS

i have a feeling Michael would most definitely be overprotective of a younger sibling. rz mikey, at least. it could get overwhelming. which is why here you were, trying to sneak past his vigilance to meet up with a few friends. sure, you could’ve asked him, but it would have been a flat out no anyway.

maybe...wait until he’s asleep? he’s a pretty heavy sleeper... you thought to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you attempted to form a flawless plan. hope of sneaking past him as he slept was thrown out the window when you peeked your head out from your room to hear him shuffling around downstairs. you groaned, realizing you had to find some other way to get out. you had promised to meet your friends at a certain time and Michael would not be asleep by then. sighing you turned to your window.

ah ha! the window! you grinned to yourself, feeling early success run through your body. picking up a few essentials, you opened the window as quietly as you could, wincing as the cool air of the night rushed in with a quite noisy whoosh. you could only pray Michael hadn’t heard it. you threw your legs out of the window, looking down to see just how far up to were, eyes widening at just how far the ground was from your feet. “oh, whatever.” you hissed out, and pushed yourself out of the window with a grunt.

it proved to be a huge struggle, though, as you tried your hardest not to fall. you wouldn’t be too injured if you did but it would alert your older brother which was the last thing you desired. you stepped carefully, palms sweating to your disadvantage. you could have yelled in victory once you were about a foot from the ground, but settled on cheering in your mind instead. you threw yourself down with a soft thud, not loud enough for Michael to hear. or, so you thought.

for as you stood, brushing yourself off, you took a glance at the window you had landed nearby to find your brother staring at you through it, unimpressed. ‘get back inside. now.’ his eyes spoke for themselves, and with a whine, you stomped towards the front door; Michael following to open it for you.

SINCLAIR BROTHERS (VINCENT SINCLAIR, BO SINCLAIR, LESTER SINCLAIR)

sneaking out? with three way overprotective brothers constantly watching over you? near damn impossible. there was no way in hell they’d let you, but it’s worth a shot is it not? it was getting dark out, night settling over the small town of ambrose. your friends were going to hang out at a diner nearby, and you were so sure that your brothers would have approved.

unfortunately, you only got the okay from Lester. It was 2 against 1, so going by the majority, it was a no. “what, do ya think your grown? hell no.” you rolled your eyes at Bo, huffing “Yes, I do think I’m grown. I should be allowed to get of this town, Lester does it all the damn time!” Bo’s eyes narrowed at you. “Watch your tone with me.” It was evident that Bo could not and would not be swayed, so you put on your best puppy dog eyes as you turned to Vincent.

“Please, Vince! I’ll get back on time, honest. and you know I don’t go around looking for trouble, it’s just a quick little hangout!” your brother silently shook his head, much to your dismay. That was the last conversation you’d had with your brothers today before you stormed to your room, making sure to slam the door shut. now, here you were, plotting the perfect sneak out plan. you knew all of your brothers’ current whereabouts. Vincent was likely working on something per usual, Bo was probably at the shed getting stuff done, and you’d heard that Lester hit the road once more.

you grinned to yourself, confident with your plan and sure things would run smoothly. throwing a pair of shoes on, you hastily opened up your bedroom window, jumping down to the ground as you weren’t too high up. got past vincent, now to sneak past Bo.you thought to yourself, biting on your lower lip. sure enough, he was in the shed where you’d expected him to be. from the looks of it, he was too caught up in trying to get some old thing to work.

“fate seems to be on my side.” you hummed lowly to yourself before your eyebrows furrowed. “in fact, fate’s being a little too nice to me.” your next steps were cautious, tip toeing as if the ground beneath you would shatter if you walked too noisily. you were right, however, of fate being too nice, for as you placed your foot down it made a rather loud noise and alerted Jonesy. you silently cursed to yourself as she growled, moving towards her to shush her. “hey! Jonesy girl, it’s just me, just y/n! listen, i need ya to hush can you do that for me?” she stared at you for a second, allowing you to pet her face. that was before she let out a loud bark, alerting bo as he quickly dropped whatever he was doing to check what had disturbed the sleeping dog. you weren’t quick enough to get away, as you found yourself standing like a deer in headlights as bo shined his flashlight on you. “now what the hell are ya doin’ out here?” he was clearly pissed, his jaw clenched and his grip on the flashlight tightening. well, plan A failed. what was plan B again? ah right. book it.

you broke into a sprint, running past both jonesy and bo. Both were in hot pursuit of you, jonesy thinking it was a fun game and Bo cursing under his breath at you. so close, so close to freedom! you thought to yourself, relief flooding through you. A hand reaching out to grip the back of your shirt stopped you, and you could have sucker punched the person in the face. so close...so...close. you were sure bo was way behind you. glancing up to your captor, you met Lester’s gaze; one of his brows raised in amusement. when the hell did he get back? you didn’t focus on that too long, though, because all you were worried about right now was Bo stalking up to you menacingly, Vincent right behind him.

BILLY LOOMIS

you were kinda hoping you could sneak right past him, since he was preoccupied making plans with his girlfriend, sidney. you’d almost gotten away with it, managing to make it from your room to the front door, when Billy stepped out from his own room raising an eyebrow at you. “where are you going?” he questioned, eyes narrowing at you. “out with friends. we’re just gonna hang out at a nearby diner.” you responded, smiling nervously. “with permission from who?”

your eyes rolled at his question. “didn’t think I needed permission when you go just about anywhere at anytime without any.” he only gave you a smirk. “well, that’s because i’m way older than you.” “a year older.” you deadpanned, nonetheless walking away from the front door to plop down onto the living room couch. you watched as he walked past you, making his way to his room. “and I heard you making plans with sid. how is it fair at all that you get to go out and i don’t? it’s not even that late out.” a sigh escaped him, one heard from where you sat at.

“it’s 10 pm. and didn’t i tell you why already?” you glared in his direction. “that’s not a valid reason!” your words came out hissed, evoking a laugh from billy before you heard his bedroom door shut close. ‘fine then. i’ll just find another way out.’ and that’s how you found yourself staring out of your 2-story bedroom window, contemplating what you were about to do.

“if billy can climb in and out of windows so can i!” you encouraged yourself, stepping out of the window and onto the roof tiles, carefully moving along as to not fall. every step you took, however, was way too noisy and you were sure Billy would hear it if you kept going. With a huff, you lowered yourself as far down onto the ground as you could before letting go off the roof and landing softly on the floor. your arms shot up in victory as you stood, having a mini celebration in your yard with a grin on your face.

the sound of the front door knob being twisted caused your heart to fall, and you barely had any time to hide before billy emerged from the house; dressed up to go to sidney’s house you assumed. his eyes widened in shock when they landed on you. “how the hell did you get out here?” his gaze went from you to the window you left open in your room. “seriously?” he laughed at the pout on your face and the obvious struggle you went through. “get back inside, y/n”

#made these long #there will be a part 2 soon!#Slashers #slasher x reader #slashers fandom #slasher matchups #Billy Loomis #scream #sidney prescott #Michael Myers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #House of Wax #billy loomis x reader #michael myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader

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violets-page · 3 years

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Safe and sound |K.E|

Katniss Everdeen X Reader request

MASTERLIST

If you want to get super in the feels listen to ‘Safe and Sound’ by Taylor Swift and/or ‘Lover, Where Do You Live?’ by Highasakite

Gonna be the first to send in a request for my wifey katniss. I would love to see a relationship between katniss and a fellow district 12 person before and after she is sent to the hunger games. It can be platonic or romantic even though I prefer romantic (I’m a sucker for a gooey love story). I was thinking how either the hunger games changes their relationship for the good or bad, it either pushing them closer once she returns alive or the show she had to put on at the capital with peeta making the reader push her away. I love all your fics and your writing is so good, I would love to see what you come up with but no pressure!

In the woods, you could pretend like you two were the only creatures on the whole planet that existed. That the world was your jungle gym, where you swung carelessly and laughed freely. You wandered through the woods alone, It didn't scare you, Katniss was somewhere close by. She had promised to knap you a bunny or two so you could make a new sac for foraging.

Your fingers trailed along the vine of wild raspberries. They were not ripe yet but in a few days... You should make sure to point them out to her so she can come back and get them.

The cracking of sticks behind you made you whip around, a sigh of relief escaping your lips when Katniss’s smiling figure hopped towards you. She pointed to her sack a grin on her face

“I got three,” You shot a smile to match hers before grasping her hand and dragging her to another part of the woods.

“Where are we going?” Her hand was warm in yours and you let yourself soak up the memory.

“I need to show you something.”

Her hand was warm in your cold and dirty one, you hope she didn’t mind the dirt now staining her hands, transferred there from your fingertips.

You brought her to a bush, putting your hand up to stop her from walking into it. You raised a finger, pointing at it but carefully avoiding touching it.

“That's stinging nettle, don't go walking into it, you’ll get a nasty rash.”

You looked up to find her peering off in the distance her eyes squinted to see through the sunlight. You glanced around her to see a deer munching on some grass a few yards away. You huffed, nudging her sharply in the side.

“Katniss! come on, what if I'm not here one day to tell you this stuff.” She looked at you quickly a small frown on her face.

“Why are you so worried about not being here?” You quickly looked down and away from Katniss. As far as she knew your name was only in once.

“Y/n? how many times is your name in?”

“42.”

The silence was physically painful as she stared at you. You fiddled with the ends of your sleeve, actively avoiding her gaze.

“Why?” This was the part of the question you had been dreading.

“You were so sick last winter, so I...” It dawned on her, all the medicines you brought and the food, the firewood, and the clothes. She never questioned how you got them. She should have. You turned around once you had gotten enough berries, keeping your eyes trained carefully on the ground.

Neither of you spoke.

* * * * * * * *

When Prim’s name was called you were shocked, You truly expected it to be you. When Katniss volunteered you were even more shocked. You should have expected it though, she would have done anything to save her sister. You didn't even get the chance to grab her hand and tell her you loved her before she was standing on the stage. Tears pricked your eyes as hers met yours. You were to busy staring at her to hear the boy’s name.

* * * * * * * *

When her lips hit his you froze. You had to put your hand on your chest because you weren’t sure if your heart was still beating. Every detail seemed imprinted in your mind. The way her eyes flickered down to his lips for just a moment. The way you did when you kissed her.

You had never hated anyone, you despised watching the games and felt your heart aching for each dead kid. But when the blonde boy came on the screen. you found yourself silently cheering at each step he came closer to death. And each night you would feel guilty, wondering if in the morning her might be gone. But every morning you awoke to find him alive the guilt would disintegrate.

They were the last two left, you felt a sick sense of pleasure at the thought of watching her kill him. All your fears and pain would die with him. Wipe that innocent smile that everyone seemed to love off his face. You hated how he looked at her like she loved him. Heck, maybe she did but you wouldn’t allow yourself to think in that direction.

You watched them stand in the center her bow loaded with an arrow but not pointed at anything. Your brow furrowed when she tossed it to the ground.

When she grabbed the berries you froze.

* * * * * * * *

You shoot through the woods in search of Katniss. Tree branches scraped at your arms as you brushed them away, she was crouched down in front of a bush of dark blue berries. Your eyes darted over to her fingers where she was observing one. Your eyes widened in horror as she raised it to her lips.

“KATNISS!”

You flung yourself onto her, pushing the berry away and causing you both to topple down the small hill. She looked at you in scared confusion. You were on top of her, your body sprayed flat against her, knocked there when you went tumbling. You didn’t allow yourself to think about the scratch on your forehead or the leaves in your hair as you started scolding her.

“What the hell are you doing? trying to kill yourself?”

She shook her head quickly, brows furrowed.

“What, no.”

You glanced up the hill where the innocent-looking bush lay untouched.

“Those berries will drop a 300-pound man in minutes.” She quickly looked to the small pouch attached to her hip, when you looked at it you noticed a pile of the berries tumbling out.

“They were for you.” she stared at the berries in horror, quickly turning the bag upside down to dump the rest out. You let out a soft chuckle, relieved she was okay.

“You’re not getting away from me that easy Katniss.” She rolled her eyes, snorting softly before tangling her fingers in your messy hair, pulling your head down to place a deep kiss against your upturned lips.

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Those berries.

You knew them. You had shown her them, and now she was going to kill herself to save a boy neither of you cared about. Or at least neither of you should have cared about. You watched her raise the berries to her lips and wanted to scream at her. Your breath caught in your throat, you could get any air in. You were drowning in heartbreak. Instead, you let a soft no tumble from your lips.

This was the end. She was gone forever.

Your hand rose to your mouth as you let out a choked sob. It felt like you were dying. The breaths finally came as you coughed on them. Breathing in short strangled breaths as your fingers trembled, the tears would never stop.

You watched her stand there with this boy. He was going to be her last kiss. The world faded away as you watched her stare into his eyes. Those should have been your eyes. She whispered something to him as they lifted the poison berries to their lips. Those should have been your lips.

And then the voice came on. You couldn’t hear a word over the ringing in your ears. Your hand gripped the fabric over your heart as you cried out in relief when their hands dropped. She was alive. She was okay. This should have made you feel better, but the image of her staring into his eyes, their bodies nearly pressed together as they held hands, wouldn’t leave your mind.

* * * * * * * *

When she came back everything felt strained. You couldn’t meet her eyes and every touch felt forced.

The kitchen was silent other than the knife scraping against the potatoes and the soft crunch of you grinding herbs. It was giving you a headache, the stress of it all. Pretending like nothing was wrong when in reality you were breaking at the seams you had carefully sewn around your torn heart. It was too much for you. The silence. The pain in your heart.

“Katniss.”

You were with her in your family’s shack, you had refused to go to her house. Even though it was large and warm with beds and working furniture. She hummed in acknowledgment not looking up from where she sat peeling potatoes.

“What happened in there?” You knew what had happened, you’d seen it. What you didn't know was how it felt, the whispers and secrets off camera as they struggled to survive.

The sound of the scraping knife came to a jagged halt but you couldn’t bring yourself to look over and gauge her reaction.

The silence grew too loud and you forced yourself to gaze up at her. She was staring down at the knife in her hand, when you glanced at it you could see bright blood against the blade. “Did you cut yourself?” You rushed over to her, lifting your apron to wrap it around the slice on her thumb. She just kept staring at the knife, her face frozen in a horrified expression.

“Katniss?”

The anger and frustration faded when you saw her broken eyes shoot up to you. She looked petrified, her hands still holding the knife trembled under your grasp. The silent unshed tears shattered your heart as you ran your fingers through her hair. She hadn't worn it in a braid since she came back and your fingers kept catching on small knots. She leaned her head against your stomach and sobbed. You pulled the bloody knife out of her tight grip setting it on the table behind you before turning back to look at her. You shushed her, untangling her hair as her tears soaked through your blouse. Her hands slowly moving to wrap around your waist.

Katniss didn’t cry, not in front of you or anyone else. Not when her dad died and not when she left for the games. They had changed her, that much was obvious. You’d been so fixated on her with a boy that you had failed to think about everything else that was going on in the arena.

The people she had to kill, the people she had to watch die, knowing there was nothing she could do to help them. And then, at the end with Peeta, Maybe that was her trying to save them. Maybe she knew that they wouldn't let her die. It didn’t matter to you anymore. She was here with you, in your arms. She was yours. She had been before the games and she remained when she returned. It didn't matter what had happened between her and Peeta in the games because, in the end, she had chosen you.

You swayed slightly as her sobs quieted down. You bent down to kiss her forehead, your hands cupping her cheeks as her hands gripped your wrists.

“Your safe here Katniss. No one can hurt you now, or ever again. I promise.” She nodded her head a few times, trying to reassure herself of your words. You gripped her hands, rewrapping your apron tightly around the cut on her finger.

You hadn't wanted to examine it till she calmed down, afraid that the blood would send her into another frenzy. You kept her hand clasped tightly in yours, Her eyes were glazed over as you led her to her house, yours lacked the medical supplies needed in the case that the cut was worse than you thought. The gated community was huge and quite intimidating. You felt your heart pound as you neared the large black gate of the ghost town.

Primrose stood in the kitchen washing vegetables, she looked shocked when she saw you, opening her mouth to speak but quickly snapping it shut at the sight of Katniss. “3rd room on the left, 2nd floor.” You nodded at her with a small smile before leading Katniss ever so slowly up the stairs. The appearance of her bedroom seemed to snap her out of her daze as she straightened a bit and turned to you.

“I'm okay.” Her smile was sad but she was trying to brighten it up. You frowned at her.

“Don't lie to me.” She sighed, she knew you and knew her lying skills. There was nothing she could get away with.

You sat her on the bed peeling your apron off her wound. The blood had dried and stopped but you wanted to make sure it wouldn't get infected, It was deep and spanned from her fingernail to the base of her palm.

Primrose appeared carrying alcohol and gauze, setting it on the nightstand before hurrying out. You watched her retreating figure before turning back to Katniss, who was staring up at you.

“Hand.” She held it out and you grasped it carefully, as to not rub your fingers against the exposed wound.

You soaked a piece of the gauze with the alcohol before wiping the blood around the cut. You were avoiding the cut itself because that would be the hard part.

“I thought of you.” You looked up at her with a furrowed brow, the gauze slipping over the cut causing her to hiss and you too look back down.

“When I kissed him. I thought of you, and how all I wanted to do was come back.” You chewed your lip remembering the way your cried yourself to sleep, repeating in your mind that you never wanted to see her again.

You wanted to forgive her, to shove the memory away and embrace her with open arms, to kiss her like you used to. But the image wouldn't leave your mind. You closed your eyes and tried to picture something else. Katniss, alone in the woods, falling asleep to the memory of your lips. Your heart calmed and you opened your eyes to find her eyes desperately searching your face.

You leaned down a soft kiss against her lips as your hand reached to cradle her neck.

“I'm with you, always.” With time the memories would fade, until then you let her lips bring you comfort and her hands bring you peace.

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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Georgie Weasley HCS!

This is again, probably the first of many headcanons parts because the twins own mu ass and that’s perfectly fine with me.

Also please watch the video it makes me cry with happy tears-

Warnings: stupidly adorable men named George Fabian Weasley, diabetic level fluff, diet angst, me cussing oops

Let’s be clear: I love this man more than life itself, just because I’m a Fred girl doesn’t mean I don’t simp unhealthily hard for this man ok now I’m done let’s get into it

God, he’s such a soft boy

Like he was the kid growing up that hated seeing lil bugs being stepped on and would make it a priority to save them

“No, even bugs are living things too!” And would cradle them and set them back in the yard, whispering words of encouragement

He would frequently cry to Molly about how worried he was about if they got back to their families or not

At times like these, she was worried for her beautiful son but held him all the same

It’s the way George Weasley loves reading for me

This boy is a bookworm. Period.

He’s read LOTR more times than he’s liked to admit, and he’s read Romeo and Juliet enough times that when the Baz Luhrman movie came out he quite possibly saw it 5 times in a row

Like a movie screening a day. This kid-

That week he screams “part fools you know not what you do” to an unholy extent and Fred almost shanks him like 12 times

He also develops a crush on Claire Danes but that is besides the point

True story anyway-

He is a fantastic cook

No, like for real

If he knows Molly is busy that morning at home and he knows the Burrow is stocked enough with ingredients he can manipulate-

He’s making everyone breakfast

Like regular omelettes? Uh, Chile anyways have you HAD a George Weasley omelette

He hates following recipes too

Swears it “kills his artistic tendencies” but I really think it’s because he stresses over measurements

But that’s what Fred is for :)

His favorite muggle game is Scrabble

He whips literally everyone’s ass at it and has a copy of the Scrabble dictionary on him

“George, what the fuck, ‘aal’ isn’t a real word-“

“WELL LET’s CONSULT THE DICTIONARY HMM-“

He also just starts to make up random words

No one really argues this

So is it cheating?

Nah he just calls it ingenuity sis

Again, this is pretty canon but he has a lot of pent up anger issues

Externally, he keeps his cool light years better than Fred ever will, but internally, he just bottles it all

This is of course why George is considered to be the better beater of the two-

He waits until Quidditch to release all of his anger and stress and pain

Our angel feels resentful of Fred sometimes

He loves him more than anyone on thsi earth, 100%, but Fred doesn’t really understand how much people compare them both and how many people don’t see George as his own person

This leads to being a hyper vigilant Georgie, going above and beyond to craft the best plans

The best jokes

Just wanting to be the best at something

And Fred is there to hype him up constantly along the way, but never really will understand how hard it is for George to cope with his inferiority complex

George gets a bit clingy to his loved ones, afraid they’ll pull away when they realize he’s not Fred

He just needs a bit of reassurance and extra loving :) he deserves every bit of it

George Fabian is a crier

He always has been ever since he was little which led to a very confused Freddie (he’s not a big externally emotional human, in terms of expression like crying)

George is a big empath

He feels virtually everything that his loved ones feel which fills him with a lot of duty to protect

At all costs

George is basically young Arthur, I’m not gonna lie

He’d never say it but George just wants a daughter. Or 10.

To spoil and love and hold

He wants a child of his own to see run around and be crazy with

But also to read to every night and make them feel protected and respected and loved

He wants to be what his dad was and is to him you know?

Also um...babes is kinky

If asked if he’s a, t, or thighs?

Thighs. Every time.

This man is addicted to hips like if you’re dancing at a party and moving your hips?

Good lord he’s such a goner

He’s also packing but yknow

He’s super romantic

Probably the most romantic of any of the Weasley siblings

He’s sucker for old school romanticism and is the most chivalrous little angel

He also probably has a stash of pick up lines and romantic sentences in French or Spanish in his back pocket

Please god I love this man

He has DEFINITELY called you the following:

Darling, my love, my soul, my glorious one, it GOES ON THE MORE ILLUSTRIOUS THE BETTER

Please save me from myself writing this I’m a fred girl but god help me I would die for George Fabian Weasley

His favorite scent is of mornings

Like when you wake up early and you smell dew and grass and sunlight

That’s his favorite scent in the entire world

His favorite dessert is Canary Creams - honestly, he don’t even care about the “side effects” they just taste too damn good

You think I’m joking, Fred legitimately had to take them away from him during testing

“Georgie, stop oh my god we only have so many-“

“P L E A S E I’ll make more later they’re so yummy”

“STOP IT IM SERIOUS”

Basically our angel

And we love him. Period.

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