#Lunar in his lil dress
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You see, Eclipse made me.
And the entire time i existed, He decided.. I wasn't good Enough - Evil Lunar.
The Eclipse of this world created Lunar, a soft loving child to care for, before the accident .
I liked the thought that, Lunar got reset n memories erased so much. He no longer remembered the loving father he once had.
and what happened to him.
#the sun and moon show#tsams#tsams lunar#tsams eclipse#evil lunar#kinda neat using a purple color scheme for them#my art#Lunar in his lil dress
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You’re My Moon — An Obi-Wan Kenobi Fall Fic
OBI-WAN KENOBI x READER
description: you and obi-wan are sent to a planet during their annual masked festival where they celebrate the moons, a perfect date for two jedi secretly in love.
warnings: language, alcohol, smut, minimal editing, creepy guy (yes he’s a zabrak bc maul) obi-wan’s rat tail slander
a/n: ok no surprise the “masked festival” is supposed to be halloween lol. this is 1/4 fall fics that i’ve planned tho and i’m kinda hyped. also i don’t usually write for padawan obi but it just felt?? so right?? also the smut is a lil rough for obi bc i imagine young him to be a lil more, well, rough lol. i’m sry if this particular fic is mid tho i had to deliver a speech, take tests, basic time-consuming college shit yk the drill
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"What about this one?" you looked back at Obi-Wan dramatically, your brown robe swishing around. He looked up from the display of masks to see you holding one up to your face.
"not a big fan of the uh," he stepped forward, "the horns," he touched the tip of the pointy horns that extended out. "can't kiss you without being stabbed," he lifted the bottom of the mask up to reveal your true face, the one he had grown to know so well that not even a mask could hide you from him. He leaned forward to give you a small kiss, but you batted him away.
"Obi, no! We're still in our robes," you urgently whispered. You were clearly in Jedi garb, and the few on the planet who knew about the Jedi also knew that two of them shouldn't be kissing each other. He sighed, knowing you were right but still buzzing with anticipation for tonight. He was going to parade you around in, well, an actual parade.
It was luck that sent you to this small planet on the very week they reserved as an extended holiday to celebrate their three moons. They held a festival for each moon; tonight was the first of them. In the past, it was common practice to use face paint or a mask to decorate the face with lunar symbols and motifs. Over many years, the tradition became an opportunity to dress up and disguise yourself as whatever you liked, moon-related or otherwise.
The masks, plus the fact that the neutral planet was relatively unfamiliar with Jedi, made this the perfect date for the two of you. The only thing that could give you away was your braids, but their image of you only included robes and a saber, making Obi-Wan look less like a Jedi and more like someone who just had a stupid haircut. You were far from anyone who would let your relationship get to the council. There was Qui-Gonn, who you suspected would keep your secret, rebellious master as he was. But Obi-Wan was still nervous as his padawan, so it overjoyed him when he realized he would have the ability to hide from him among the throng of mask-wearers if need be. You were working on Obi-Wan being a little less uptight, but being the prudent Jedi he was, he needed a foolproof plan not to get caught on your date, and he had found one.
"As if robes have ever stopped us before," he whispered in your ear before stepping back with a little smirk. You resisted the urge to rip his off then and there. There was something about how he acted so cocky that both pissed you off…and completely turned you on. Perhaps it was the knowledge that when he was a show-off in front of your peers before you were together, the only one he was really trying to impress was you. It could also be that this trait made it so easy to rile him up before he touched you. Maker forbid you show even the slightest bit of satisfaction after he's made you see stars. He only sees it as a challenge and guarantees you won't be able to walk the next day. You would never let him know the effect he had on you in this way, but of course, he could tell anyway, but you liked to pretend he didn't in order to save your pride. You didn't want to admit that with only a particular voice, he could have you on your knees in front of the damn council if he wished.
To preserve any sense of self-control you had left, you merely rolled your eyes and went back to rifling through the racks of the little shop. You stopped when your eyes landed on the black fabric. With a flourish, you pulled it off the hanger along with the mask it came with and held the sheer black robe over your body to show Obi.
His brows rose a little in shock when he saw you. He definitely was a fan; his…approval was made very obvious through the force as you held the matching intricate black mask up to your face and batted your lashes at him.
"I'm going to wear something under it, Obi," you clicked your tongue. He threw his hands up with a little shrug as if he wasn't just screaming his fantasy of you in the sheer robe and nothing else in your heads. Maker, he was such a teenage boy—and you loved him.
Eventually, he found a mask that he liked, but when he showed you, you let out a little sigh at how predictable he was.
"You really don't know how to wear any other color besides brown, huh?"
"It's my color,"
"It's the standard color," you plucked it from his hands, refusing to let him go to a festival looking like a brown paper bag. He huffed in disappointment, not really enjoying shopping anymore.
Now desperate to leave, he was willing to compromise with you when you found a blue mask that you thought complimented his eyes. with a new robe to complete the look, you thought he looked quite debonair. What really sold him was when you told him he looked very handsome. His blush stood out clearly, even underneath his mask. For all his outer confidence, part of him always yearned for affirmation from you and Qui-Gonn, the two people who mattered most to him.
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Night finally fell, and the moons had risen high in the sky. The people's laughs and shouts of celebration rose almost higher outside the hotel Qui-Gonn had found. You giggled as you stumbled out of the window Obi and you were trying to sneak out through. He shushed you aggressively, but he wore the same giddy smile you did. Once your boots finally met the ground with a thump, you took off and left Obi to run after you. His momentum caused him to run into you when you stopped abruptly in front of the market square. You lurched forward, but he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you up, keeping one arm around you even after you became stable. He wasn't keen on chasing you again.
Pulling down your masks, you laced your hands together and joined the crowd. It was a bit annoying bumping into everyone you passed by in the crowd, but it was easy not to get past it when their joy began to infect you. You spotted a lively cantina down the way and began to make your way toward it before Obi-Wan held you back. If the two of you were walking into a cantina, he would make sure you ate first. He would carry you to the ends of the galaxy, let alone back to the hotel if need be, but he'd rather not have to at all. Before touching a single drop of anything, he worked his way over to a stand, keeping you in front of him the whole way.
The man in charge was also masked and greeted you in the native language. You and Obi just looked at each other helplessly, to which the man laughed. The two of you were relieved when he switched to basic.
"What'll you have?" He pointed to the different array of skewers, "roasted porg, roast nuna, deep fried gorb…"
"Three of the nuna please," Obi-wan handed the man some credits while he wrapped up the skewers. You gave him a confused look when he said three.
"Two of them are for you. You'll get hungry later," He smiled at you. It was rather sweet how he always thought ahead, knowing you well. You gave him a little peck on his shoulder that you were already leaning on.
"Enjoy yourselves! Don't get a lot of humans out here, especially young ones in love" the man smiled brightly at the two of you when he handed the two of you your skewers. Obi found a streetlight with a large raised base, enough for the two of you to sit on while you ate. You got comfortable sitting between his legs, leaning your back against his chest while he kicked his feet hanging off the edge of the base like a little kid.
Damn, this is delicious
Apparently, you were already pretty hungry, finishing both of the skewers while you laid back, and people-watched for a while. You saw parents chase after their kids who dashed to the people giving out candy, vendors hanging up their aprons to join in with the festivities, and even some fights, which were quickly broken up. No one was allowed to ruin the night.
Once you realized Obi was getting a little too comfortable, feeling his body slump slightly against the lamppost, you tugged his robe, signaling for him to get up. You were on his way to the cantina as soon as he was on his feet again. The music was blaring inside, and the colored lights roamed over the more adult crowd than outside. You were lucky enough to have snagged a table that had just opened up, so you sent Obi off with your drink order and a kiss while you saved the seats that were so coveted in the busy club.
"This seat taken?" A Zabrak man put his hands on the table's edge and leaned over.
"Yeah, it is, sorry," you answered politely. He didn't seem creepy or rude like most men at bars you were always wary of.
"Well, whoever they are, I don't see 'em," he leered.
And there it was. Spoke too soon.
"I didn't ask if you could see them. You asked me if the seat was taken, and it is." You said bluntly, firmly placing your hand on the table to emphasize your point.
"Well, is the pretty little woman taken too?" He pulled out Obi-Wan's seat and sat in it.
The fuck he just said?
"She is, so you better leave," you gritted your teeth, fingers dancing along the handle of your lightsaber.
"Oh, but baby, I'm only leaving if you're coming with me,"
"Where are we going?" Obi-Wan appeared next to you, placing the drinks down on the table. With his hands now relieved, he placed one on your shoulder and the other over his lightsaber, never taking his eyes from the Zabrak's once.
"You're not invited," the man huffed.
"You should leave. Now." Obi-Wan said firmly. You could tell the man was weighing his options on whether to leave or not. He took a step back when he saw the look in Obi-Wan's eyes, but not before he got in his last word.
"Well, she was asking for it in that dress."
Oh no.
Just like that, Obi-Wan had his lightsaber drawn and held up to the man's neck. Some of the people around you gasped and backed up. The man slowly backed away when Obi pressed his saber closer, breathing heavily with anger. Your hand wrapped around your saber as well.
"No fights in this cantina! Not tonight!" A short man, the owner, you assumed, shouted as he made his way into the ring of people that had formed around Obi and that absolute asshole. It took some time for Obi to calm himself enough to deactivate his saber. When he did, the man looked at you, then back at Obi with a sneer before storming off in the other direction.
While Obi-Wan's narrowed eyes trailed after the man, your head fell slightly.
"Was I really asking for it?"
"What? No." His face melted into one of soft concern. “Your dress isn't even that short—but that's not even the point. Even if you wore half of what you've got on right now, you said no. He was asking for me to chop off his head,"
I love you, Obi-Wan.
You stood up abruptly and stepped towards Obi-Wan Your face was filled with an emotion a little less…wholesome as you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a rough kiss.
"What was that for?" He looked down at you once your lips parted, cheeks glowing red from the altercation and your affections.
"I just wanted to thank you."
"I'm still sorry though, y/n,"
"Don't be. I could've taken him by myself, though," You teased, "besides, it was…well, it was hot," His brows raised.
"Hot?" He questioned you.
"Yeah. Hot. You were ready to end that guy just because he was hitting on me,"
"Well, I—"you were feeding his cockiness once again.
"Don't let it get to your head," You laughed and sat back down, and he followed your actions with his seat.
You could only manage to have a small conversation; your voices were drowned out by the blasting music. You downed your cocktail, realizing there wasn't much point in sitting down if you couldn't even talk. As soon as the liquid poured down your throat, it hit you. You grimaced at the taste. It was a good thing this was a seasonal drink. It was way too intense to have daily. As your mouth naturally washed out the flavor, you watched while Obi-Wan finished his drink. He started hacking when he took his first sip, causing you to laugh. It really was strong stuff. As soon as he swallowed the last drop, you pulled him over to where the dancing was.
Obi-Wan wasn't a big dancer, but with a bit of liquid courage and a lot of love for you, he moved along to the music like everyone else. The lack of space had you two pressed against each other, not that you minded. That was what tonight was for, anyway. You had gone out often with other padawans, danced and drank just as you had, but not like this. You could never have your arms wrapped around each other openly, always ensuring there was an appropriate amount of space between you. Everything you were doing right now was taboo, the masks ironically the very thing that made it, so you did not have to hide.
Obi-Wan's hands slipped from your waist to grip your hips as you moved them to the fast music. They didn't stop there, dropping even further down to rest slightly on your ass. You responded by spinning around to press your ass against him, feeling him grow harder under the flashing lights as you grinded on him. One of your arms rose behind you to play with the hair on the nape of his neck as you continued dancing. Both of you were enjoying this time immensely, the alcohol causing every part of you to vibrate deliciously. But you started to overheat even in your sheer robe and the small black dress underneath.
When Obi-Wan felt his mask start to stick from sweat, you both gave each other a look that meant it was time to take a break. When you got back to the table, hand in hand, it was already taken. You'd forgotten what a hot commodity seating was, but you were still desperate for a rest. Obi-Wan nodded his head to the door, and the two of you stepped out, the cool air hitting you in refreshing waves. You leaned against the wall of the side of the building, catching your breath. When your heads rolled to the side so you could look at each other, you began to laugh.
This was your first real night together without the code on your mind. No council, no Jedi, not even Qui-Gonn around to recognize you. You were just…people. You could feel Obi-Wan's mind wandering in that direction, as it did every so often. He imagined what it would be like if you left the order, got married, and even had a family. The images he shared with you were beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn't take it. Your force told him to stop, that it wasn't the time. Thinking about that now would only make the two of you sad, and you wanted to enjoy this moment. He nodded to you in understanding, his mind moving to a very different sort of fantasy.
He was still hard from the dance floor and wanted nothing more than to remedy that by pulling up your little dress and making you cum all over him. Quite a change from his previous family-oriented thoughts, but this time you didn't tell him to stop; you told him to continue, to do exactly what he wanted to do.
It didn't take him any time to lead you and push you up against the wall in the alley behind the club. He grasped the hair at the base of your scalp and close to yanked it so that your face tilted up for him to place a heated kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but let out a little whimper at the delicious sting of your hair being pulled. It was only fair that you returned the favor by tugging at the hair that was just long enough to do so. He moaned into your mouth at your actions, only spurring him on further. He moved down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin he had already claimed a long time ago.
"No marks,"
"It was one time. And an accident," he mumbled against your jaw. Cutting your little dialogue short, he slipped his hand under your dress dress to cup your cunt, feeling you dripping through the fabric that covered it. He dragged his middle finger, finding the little dip where your entrance was. He circled it with the tip of his finger, making your eyes flutter and mouth sigh. It was a light feeling of pleasure, but Obi always liked the element of surprise and suddenly shoved two fingers into you, your underwear still on. Already soaked through, it didn't stop him at all. The slight friction of the fabric rubbing against your clit every time he pumped you made your mouth drop open. Stooped slightly to have access, Obi-Wan was now leveled with you and used direct eye contact to strengthen your connection through the force. His lids went heavy, experiencing a bit of what you were feeling. He also felt your growing desperation for him to do something more, and he loved nothing more than to humor you. Strong, calloused hands gripped your hips before slipping under the edge of your dress to pull it up while gliding along your silhouette simultaneously. Not wanting to waste any time, you slipped your hands past the band of his underwear, wrapping your hand around his shaft and palming him up and down, feeling the veins throbbing with blood rushing in arousal. He let out a groan, capturing your lips roughly. When he pulled back to pull down his pants, he reached up with one hand to lift his mask. You grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Can you, uh, keep the mask on?" You asked, looking down a bit in slight embarrassment.
"Why?" He tilted your chin to let you know you didn't have to hide. He left the mask alone, indulging you but still not exactly understanding the reasoning behind your request.
"It's kind of mysterious," You bit your lip, still a little shy.
He suddenly removed his hands from you, "Sorry, mystery woman, I have a girlfriend," You couldn't help but laugh as you pulled his hands back to cup your face, the rest of him following in for a kiss. You went back to fumbling with his pants, finally pulling him out. You wrapped your hand up and down on his dick, spreading the precum dripping from the tip, red and rock hard. His large hands gripped the back of your thighs, running them up and down a few times to tell you to be ready to jump. The two of you used a combination of actual jumping and the force so that you were lifted with your legs tightly secured around his waist. With his forearms against the wall behind you, his robe draped perfectly around the two of you, a little pocket in this world created just for the two of you to feel each other. You always loved this little moment, just before he entered you, where you saw the flicker of love in his eyes no matter how soft or rough it was going to be. With a groan, he slid in easily, both of your foreheads pressed together in the pleasured reaction. As soon as he bottomed out, a feeling you'd never get used to with his size, he began to fuck you fast. Obi-Wan was never one for quickies. Sex had meaning to him, and he liked to savor it. That's not to say this didn't mean anything to him, but maybe it was the alcohol or the adrenaline from sneaking out that had him entering you hard and fast. Hitting all the right spots inside of you, this was a treat far fucking better than candy. You shared open-mouthed kisses, your movements desperate and wild. Heavy breaths accompanied each thrust; his dick pressed tight inside your walls as you began to pulse around him. The air was crisp and cold, but the shelter of his robe was filled with the heat of sex. You pulled your knees closer to you just slightly, but the mere inch of new access you gave him had you crying out his name. More moans fell out of your mouth freely before you tried to silence them into his shoulder. He shifted one arm so that he could use his hand to cup your jaw, moving your face so you could see him.
"That’s it, that's it. When you come, I want you to be loud. Don't worry, they won't hear you, but I will, and I want to hear you shouting for me," it was true. The music and people would drown you out completely, freeing you to let out what Obi-Wan said was his favorite sound in the world. You obeyed, letting out each swear and moan that he worked out of you. He knew you were close when you began to chant his name until you couldn't manage to chant anything. Every syllable encouraged him to fucking up into you, filling you up repeatedly. You felt him in your stomach and against your cervix.
"That's a good girl, taking all of me like that," He praised you in a low voice. Obi-Wan's eyes were hooded, his pupils almost blacking out the striking blue of his irises. Your head rolled back, and your mouth dropped open. At this opportunity, he painted your neck with quick kisses. You felt his thrusts grow erratic, and his head fall into the crook of your neck with a groan. With your last bit of bodily control, you tightened your legs around him to pull him close.
For a moment, you were so lost in pleasure that you thought the fireworks that suddenly exploded in the night sky above was your imagination. It might as well have been, for your connected forces created an explosion between your bodies as you reached your peak together. You gushed all over him while he simultaneously filled you up with his hot cum. It was hard to distinguish between what you were feeling and what he was feeling. Maybe there wasn't. Maybe the feeling of your toes curling and your nerves flaring as you screamed his name out into the night air was shared. Maybe the spasming of muscles and the rush of euphoria that drowned your senses was truly a one in the same experience with the force.
When the final wave of mingled ecstasy washing over the two of you ebbed, you couldn't even tell the difference between who was dripping out of you, either. He stayed in you just a moment, holding you close just a little longer.
He placed a small kiss by your ear before letting you down slowly. After he tucked himself back in and you had smoothed down your dress, the two of you shared a look and began to giggle like the teenagers you were. He slung his arm around you, leaving another one of his small kisses on the top of your head with an exhausted sigh.
“You know what, you’re my moon,”
“Such a sap,”
“No, really. I’m going to celebrate you for the rest of my life,”
“I’d like that,”
“I love you, y/n. Always,”
“I love you too,”
You leaned on his shoulder as the two of you headed dazedly out of the alley and into the party again. You weren't going to let your night's worth of freedom end just yet.
#star wars#obi wan#obi wan kenobi#obi wan kenobi x y/n#obi wan x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi wan smut#obi wan kenobi smut#padawan!obi wan#padawan obi wan kenobi#obi wan halloween#star wars halloween#star wars smut
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THERE WAS A STORE THAT SELLS THOSE 20CM DRESS UP DOLLS AND THEIR OUTFITS WHILE I WAS IN CHINA FOR THE LUNAR NEW YEAR LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO
The og lil guy (+ nakey to show the anemo symbol on his chest)
The shark fit was an absolutely amazing investment 10/10 it looks so good with his hair he is so fucking cute I cannot take it
Also different shoes bc the outfit came with a pair but I also specifically got the shark crocs for this
Same with the shark crocs the froggie shoes are separate but they pair so well with the outfit <3
Also that's a headband but in my heart it's also a sleeping mask for the eepy
He doesn't have synthetic hair to slip the flowers onto like some other dolls do but the little bits of hair on the side and his braids work fine
I wish I got more outfits with pants tbh but most of the clothes were feminine or didn't quite fit his vibe + the dress and hanfu are so venti coloured how could I not lmao
That being said venti being the gnc icon they are would wear dresses too trust me I'm the flower hairclip
#genshin impact#venti#aqua's ramblings#next stop: that one ducky shirt and bucket hat fit I saw on a venti dress up doll on twt once#next next stop: learn to sew/knit/crochet because I am probably not finding a shop like that anytime soon#I can already do basic crochet and knitting so hopefully!!!!
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[ID: two page digital drawing of Danielle Phantom and Ember McLain against a dusky sky. In the first image, Dani is seen from the knees up, hovering in the air. She's in a modified version of her ghostly form, with blue skin, green eyes, gray hair in a messy bun, and black sleeveless dress with a ripped up hem, white belt, white gloves with the fingers torn off, and ripped red overskirt. She also has open silver bracers at his neck and upper arms, with a ragged, torn red cape hanging from the arm cuffs, forming an asymmetrical wing silhouette behind her. She has her arms spread at his side and is snarling out "Sweet little Lunar Heroine isn't here anymore. I'm Heiress Eclipse."
In the second image, a human Ember with tan skin, black hair with some blue streaks, and brown eyes, is looking up at Dani from the ground with dismay, hands pressed to her own chest. She's wearing a dark blue cropped tank, black skirt, and black fingerless gloves, and a dark choker necklace. She's saying "You're...me."]
@crossoverdanuary week honorary mention, heir
From my and @jus-a-lil-mouse's shugo phantom au, Dani in the middle of her corruption arc/breakdown, casting aside her superhero persona Lunar Heroine to instead embody her fears of failing and being discarded. This is the moment her big sister Ember realizes Danielle's vision of becoming cruel, thoughtless, and directionless is in part based on her
#dp crossover#crossover danuary week 2024#digital art#danny phantom#image description#dani phantom#ember mclain#dani masters#dani fenton#shugo phantom#dp fanart#dp x shugo chara#2024
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For star holder au! How would you describe all of their personality?
I love your fanfic omg but funny thing is i know is eclipse/reader/lunar story and yet Moon capture my heart cuz he so sweet yet awkward and treat our lovely reader so much better than sun and my god he so pretty when he wear his dress. Damnit i want moon-
Hello!
Hmm, this is an interesting question. Let me see if I can break it down.
Eclipse- Biggest softest man in the world /hj. No but seriously, he's a big mf with a very gentle soul. Kinda himbo energy (although he's pretty good at plotting). Definitely has some anger issues but he handles them pretty well.
Pluto- Mom friend. Soooo soft big soft woman. Gentle lil lady. I kiss her head. I hold her in my hands. She is my wife- ahem. Pluto is very empathetic and kind. She's definitely the most emotionally open, and has a lot of emotional maturity. Her time in the dungeon has definitely left a mark.
Moon- I know you like him but I can only see him as SH's dad :x He's the dad friend. He's awkward and kind of grumpy, but under that he is a very sweet guy. Worries too much tbh.
Lunar- This guy. He's just. A tangled mess of things. Sometimes I think not even he knows what's up with him. Very indecisive. Impulsive. A little chaotic. Goofy silly. Or is his playfulness an act? Hmm
Sun- Someone get this man a vacation omg. He's so tired. Girlbossing way too hard. I have never met a man so terrified of failure. Eclipse might have daddy issues but Sun has made daddy issues a part of his personality. It's a mess. If he were in a good place mentally, he'd probably be a big goofball honestly. He's a social butterfly who loves art. I cannot tell you how much I treasure unpossessed Sun. He is so babygirl.
Okay that's everyone :D
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What about Syb's thoughts on Lilith, please? aaand for the chaos, jonah's thoughts on Lilith too maybe? 👀 - fourlittleseedlings
ahhh thank you, hope i did lil justice
syb + lilith
Sybille supposes she really shouldn’t be surprised to find someone in “her spot.” The small grove with a pond is at the end of a trail, but it’s one so overgrown it’s hard to distinguish from the rest of the woods surrounding it. She’d stumbled upon it completely by accident while on the run from the Chosen hot on her ass. It had served her well then, and it’s continued to deliver since then.
Every time the overwhelming pressure of carrying the entire Resistance on her shoulders makes her want to go on a civilian murder spree, she packs up her tent and hikes towards that quiet little pond.
This time is no different. Except that when she emerges into that clearing, there’s someone already there.
A woman.
She seems familiar, but Sybille can’t quite tell with the large camera obscuring her face. A mess of wild hair, Whimsical dress, her shirt bearing an image of the eighteenth card of the Major Arcana and her skirt a deep navy blue with a matching lunar pattern. Something about it all reminds her of the New Age shops back in New Orleans, and she wouldn’t be surprised if this woman smelled of incense.
The woman looks up at her, wide eyed and startled, her hand reaching towards the pistol resting beside where she’s seated. A long moment passes, the two staring at each other in surprise before recognition clicks for both of them.
Lilith. The best friend of the one who’s taken to wrecking John’s shit with so much fervor that Sybille felt comfortable prioritizing the neutralization of the other two Heralds.
“Hi,” Sybille says awkwardly, adjusting the strap of the tent bag on her shoulder. “Sorry, I ain’t mean to -- uh -- interrupt your photoshoot.”
Lilith blinks up at her, apparently not yet recovered from the shock of someone nearly getting the drop on her. Then, she’s scrambling to gather her things towards herself, attempting to make more room despite there being plenty. “Oh! No. No! It’s fine! You weren’t in the shot or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Oh. Good.” Sybille says. It wasn’t what she was worried about, but she’s glad regardless. “Well…uh…nice seein’ ya.” Adjusting her pack, she gives a small wave and turns to hike off and find another camping spot. She doesn’t want to intrude on another’s peace and solitude.
“Wait!” Lilith calls. When Sybille halts and turns back towards her she continues, “Did you want to pitch your tent here? ‘Cause I don’t mind. Some company would be nice, actually.”
“Oh, uh, um…okay then…” she says, and she clumsily tiptoes her way around the pond and begins unpacking her things on the far side of the pond, directly across the water from Lilith. The other woman hesitates for a moment, watching her begin to pull the supplies out to assemble her tent, but ultimately returns to her photography.
However she’s soon distracted by the sound of Sybille nailing in the stakes with her mallet. “Doing that doesn’t bother you?” Lilith asks.
Sybille looks at her, brows furrowed in confusion. “Doin’ what?”
“Putting the stakes down.” When Sybille still looks confused, she elaborates. “You know, with your -- uh -- you know --” She lifts her own hand up and points at her palms. “-- your hands?”
Sybille frowns and looks down at her own hands. Blood feathers on the wraps covering the tops of the hand holding the mallet. “Ah, shit,” she murmurs. If it’s bleeding on the back then the entry wound from that nail on her palm sure is as well. Well, that explains why her grip was beginning to slip. She sets the mallet down and pulls out her first aid kit to redress the wound. “I dunno,” she shrugs. “Don’t really feel it no more when it opens up.”
“No, I mean because of your hands?” Lilith mimes staking a nail through her own palm and Sybille finally understands.
She looks thoughtful and shrugs. “Even if it did, what other choice do I got? Hav'ta be able to survive on my own. Ain’t nobody gonna hold my hand and help me.”
She takes her eyes off Lilith just long enough to make sure her new bandages are secure, and in that time Lilith circles the pond and is kneeling on the ground beside her. Before she can say anything, Lilith picks up the mallet, wiping the blood off with what appears to be one of her camera’s lens cleaners, and takes over staking the tent.
“What’re you doin’?” Sybille asks dumbly.
“You said no one was going to help you,” Lilith says. “You aren’t alone. I’m here too.” And then, in words that ring hauntingly familiar, Lilith says, “I am here to help you.”
There’s something soothing about the way she says it. Adamant and firm, but hushed and gentle and patient -- the same way a mother does when she’s reassuring her child. The same way her own mother did whenever she noticed Sybille losing her childhood to taking care of her family.
“I am here to help you. Rest. You have worked so hard taking care of others. Take care of yourself.”
It hurts more than her open palm wounds not being able to help, but every time she tries to protest, Lilith keeps insisting she helps. And every time she manages to hypnotize Sybille into long moments of quiet.
Lilith is a kind woman, Sybille thinks. I would gladly die to keep her safe.”
and here's jonah being a little creep lmao
It’s sinful to lust, and even more sinful to lust after the wife of one’s own brother.
Yet lust Jonah does because how could he not? Not with her looking like that.
He stands beside Faith on one side of the dais in his brother’s church. John and Jacob stand just across from them, and in between are Joseph and Lilith -- the Father and the newly ordained Mother -- dressed in their finest for their wedding ceremony.
Lilith is…the picture of perfection. Pale, milky skin dotted with constellations of freckles and long, dark eyelashes. Her wild mane of curly, midnight black hair cascades underneath the veil Joseph had pushed back in order to kiss her, and her dress, white as snow and hugging her form where it matters, is decorated with the finest lace from the Project’s artisans.
Jonah clasps his hands behind his back, his nails biting into his palm. His jaw is tense and every now and then he catches John’s knowing smirk from the corner of his eye, taunting him. He’s going to have to confess later, once the ceremony is over, let those tally marks beneath his LUST tattoo gain another friend and allow John to officially mark him with a new sin. ENVY.
It’s not something he’s looking forward to, but such is the price for such a serious transgression against the will of God. No matter how much he desires, nothing will change the fact that Lilith, a woman who has haunted him like the succubus expelled from Eden, belongs to Joseph now. His wife. His property.
Perhaps it won’t be so bad. There is ecstasy in pain. Euphoria in subjecting oneself to the divine punishment of God’s will. Euphoria he has no other way of obtaining.
But for now he pretends to smile, a mask he’s perfected and worn since he started preaching himself in those tents in the Georgia backwaters. All the while, he stews in unrighteous ardor and in righteous anger. Towards himself. Towards Lilith. All he can do is chant the same thing in his head over and over, a mantra -- a prayer, one he desperately hopes God hears and rids him of the Devil’s influence.
Thou shalt not covet thy brother’s wife thou shalt not covet thy brother’s wife thou shalt not covet thy brother’s wife thou shalt not…
#lilith addams#oc: deputy sybille la roux#please enjoy some awkward syb maybe catches a bit of how joseph's most ardent followers feel#only she feels that about lilith#and please enjoy this jonah literally being a jealous kid and having a crush on his big brother's gf (wife)#he's so creepy and cringe-y <3#oc: jonah seed#my writing
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Bruno's kiddos would be the ones to enjoy buñuelos a lil too much.. Too much enthusiasm, with reckless abandonment and competitively, in the sweetest way possible.
The way @daliceus makes my heart go boom boom with her art is otherworldly mkay
Lily Lore Facts:
🌟 Lily's birthday is Sep 19th 1956 / Virgo
🌟 Lily's full name is Lily Estrella Madrigal. Estrella meaning 'star' and is her mother's maiden name.
🌟 Nicknames: Lil, mi estrella, moonbeam & stardust
🌟 The name Lily is a tie back to one of Pedro’s poems (Lily Of The Valley) and artwork he left behind in a journal that Bruno found as a child.
🌟 Lily's gift, like both of Bruno’s biological children, is connected to time. Hers being the ability to manipulate time, stopping, reversing and altering the flow.
🌟 Her door is the only one in Casita to not show her image/portrait on it. Instead a glowing half moon is shown and when being used the magic of the door is active and it ticks through the lunar phases. Another tie to her gift.
🌟 A special moment that Diego and Lily gave Abuela was when they brought her back to meet Pedro in the past. Lily’s gift age reversing her back for that meeting.
🌟 Mirabel made Lily a Benji puma plushie of her oldest brother after he moved out and into his own home on their street, for when she misses him terribly and stop her trying to sneak over. Both Diego and Lily adore cuddles with Benji in puma form.
🌟 Pepa was highly disappointed when she wasn't Diego's favorite family member as a baby which she got redemption for when Lily came along and loved the sound of falling rain. Pepa would be the only one able to get her back to sleep when fussy cause of this.
🌟 The white streak in Lily's hair was an effect after receiving her gift on the night of the lunar eclipse and Bruno affectionately calls it "kissed by starlight".
🌟 Lily's full gift explained: time manipulation
Ability to affect the flow of time (by slowing, accelerating, reversing, or stopping it), astral projection on a full moon she can visit the dreams of loved ones (rare ability and only shown/used once for Luna), dream-weaver (can help ease and settle subconscious thoughts in order to allow easier sleep, the family always thought she was given this extra ability to help Bruno but ends up using it on Benji's brother the most.)
🌟 Her gift is strengthened by moonlight, on a full moon (lilies grew everywhere the moonlight touched on the night of the eclipse, a result of Lily receiving her gift)
🌟 Growing up with older brothers Lily can hold her own and doesn’t shy away from a challenge, although the boys spoil her rotten, allowing her to get away with anything when Luna and Bruno aren’t home (they scream sing her song ‘Queen by Hidden Citizens’ to her and let her dance on the table when they’re alone),
🌟 Lily is the biggest snuggler in the family and hates sleeping alone, especially on nights when the moonlight is hidden behind clouds. Bruno takes his old ‘bad’ prophecy tablets and smashes them up, crushing them into tiny speckles and mixes it into paint, giving her room its own glowing starry sky for her. Lily loves it so much they later fill jars with the crushed glowing glass as an extra form of nightlight she can use when walking in the dark.
🌟 Lily loves sneaking into Diego’s room at night to cuddle, much to his regret (although he's never kicked her out or brought her back to her room so more than likely enjoys her company too).
🌟 Since Bruno is the breakfast maker of the family, Lily and Mateo love joining him in the kitchen, mostly to eat anything before he has a chance to plate it. They are always covered in a mess of crumbs. Lily loves buñuelos, same as Luna.
🌟 Her style is described as creative, artsy, colorful, somewhat eccentric as she pairs odd bits of fabric and likes to wear sombrero’s (possibly to fit in with her hermano’s which she looks up to), sometimes a bit of a tomboy even in a dress or skirt.
🌟 Bruno had to learn to braid her hair cause she enjoys how he grumbles, mumbles and talks to himself while doing it. When Bruno isn't able to braid her hair she ropes Diego into it instead, which he's surprisingly good at.
🌟 Her artsy side comes out whenever Bruno naps and she has a chance to draw on his arm, loving to add her special flair to where his tattoo sits. Diego has learned to hide her pens whenever he naps to avoid her making him "pretty" (sometimes he misses her hijinks and purposely "forgets" to put away her drawing materials).
🌟 Lily is learning to play the violin from Agustín cause she loves watching Bruno teach Diego guitar and is hoping to surprise them with her own version of "fancy guitar".
🌟 Bruno's children are the Keepers of Time whereas Luna and Bruno are the Seers
🌟 Abuela's tokens from her chatelaine were passed down.
The key to Casita for Mirabel, next matriarch
The locket with Pedro for Diego, link to the past keeping family alive in spirit
The pocket watch for Lily, keeper of the flow of time
#this makes me so damn happy you cannot even imagine#the green family has me by a chokehold#why am i associated with the sound of falling fluff#bruno and his babies cause i said so#encanto oc#bruno headcanons#bruno my beloved#best dad bruno#i do not accept any other bruno family hc#bruno madrigal#disney encanto#i wanna hug my ocs too#encanto headcanons
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Wildest Dreams
[Pre-Apocalypse, Daryl and Reader]
A/N Based on an anon request to write something for Taylor Swift’s song, ‘Wildest Dreams.’ I was really inspired by the lyrics of this one. I hope you all like it!
Summary: Daryl can’t help but toss and turn under the stars one night, remembering someone from his past who he should have long since forgotten.
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Daryl rolled out his sleeping back onto the grass.
The quarry was quiet — no louder than the occasional birdsong or cricket — but tonight, Daryl was more sensitive than usual.
He needed to evade Merle’s snoring and the low thrum of the RV, the crackling of the fire and the chatter of the stragglers still left warming their hands over it.
So, Daryl Dixon stuffed his things into his backpack and walked a little ways from camp — settling down in a secluded spot, under the stars.
But as soon as he lay his head back onto his hands, staring up into the night sky with its blinking lunar lights, Daryl was reminded of a familiar scene.
He could remember a night from his youth that looked just like this one.
It had the same vast horizon, no light pollution from the city, and even the moon felt like an old face — staring back at Daryl like it could almost recognise him.
But something was missing.
He couldn’t picture it, but he knew for certain that there was an absence. After all, it was so blatantly obvious that the scene might as well have been a jigsaw puzzle missing its final piece.
Though, Daryl still couldn’t remember what the piece was.
So he closed his eyes and tried to let sleep wash over him, but instead could only toss and turn under those peerings sets of stars.
//
Daryl cranked open the car door for you from the driver’s seat — always the gentleman.
Except, you didn’t look pleased. Not in the slightest.
“Have you finally lost it?” you asked, staring at the boy like he was the dumbest thing to roll out of Georgia in the last decade.
And his smile dropped.
“What the hell are you doing driving your daddy’s truck?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s actually going to murder you!”
Daryl had tried not to think about that.
He’d just wrangled the keys from his old man’s jacket when he passed out on liquor, and stuffed them in the ignition quicker than he could process the thought.
But now, the consequence of his actions was staring him right in the face — with a stern expression that didn’t match her pretty dress.
And Daryl smirked once again, because what a picture they made-
The goody two shoes church girl scolding the dropout redneck boy.
“C’mon,” he drawled, leaning his elbow back over the seat to glance behind him. “Let’s get outta this town,” he coaxed, “jus’ for the night.”
He could already see your stance begin to falter.
It’s all you ever talked about after all — running away from this place. Daryl knew it would only take the promise of a decent sunset view to make you cave.
But you were still held up by your stubborn, Sunday school pride, and didn’t take his hand to climb into the truck just yet.
“Heaven help me, Dixon,” you sighed, shaking your head, “there’s bad ideas, and then there’s this.”
Daryl let his head roll back against the seat, killing the engine out of frustration.
He’d parked up by the side of the road, in your fancy, suburban neighbourhood that never failed to make his skin crawl. He thought you’d hop straight into the truck without a second thought — but now he was beginning to second guess himself, instead.
“Yer leavin’ for college soon,” he reasoned, tapping the steering wheel. “Ya gotta live a lil’ before ya go.”
He’d tried not to think about that, either.
But it seemed to do the job, because your eyes softened ever so slightly as you glanced back at your house one final time.
You sighed in defeat. “Exactly,” you muttered, eyeing the shoddy pick-up truck, “I want to live.”
And Daryl wondered what you were insinuating about his driving, but decided not to ask.
“Quit bitchin’ an’ jus’ get in, would ya?” he grumbled, turning the keys in the ignition and making the truck thrum to life.
Finally, you clambered into the passenger seat, readjusting your pretty white dress at your knees — and Daryl quickly looked away, after he caught himself staring.
“Can you even drive stick?” you teased, crossing your legs slowly.
And Daryl thought you were far more devilish than you pretended to be.
//
Daryl rolled out his blanket onto the bed of the truck.
The place was quiet — no louder than the occasional birdsong or cricket — but tonight, Daryl was more sensitive than usual.
Your breaths rang out into the open air beside him, legs dangling near the wheel arch as you stared out to where the dipping sun had once been.
Daryl was so utterly focused on you — so enraptured — that he couldn’t even hear the leaves rustling in the breeze, or the tinny cassettes playing in the truck.
In this moment, Daryl Dixon’s entire life consisted of this truck bed, those stars, and that girl in her pretty white dress — who seemed even brighter than them.
“I always thought I wanted to leave this place,” you whispered, lying back on that tattered blanket and splaying your hair out beneath you. “You know, drive out to the big city one day.”
Daryl hummed in response. That was the whole reason he was fixing up his bike.
You smiled — eyes closed and peaceful. “But now that the time’s come,” you said absentmindedly, as though you’d forgotten Daryl was even there, “I find myself not wanting to go.”
The boy frowned, only because he knew you couldn’t see it.
Then stay, he almost said — but he didn’t because he was scared you actually might.
Daryl couldn’t bear to hold you back any longer.
As amusing as it had been — that picture of the dumb redneck and beautiful chuch girl — like every good story, it had to come to an end. You had a future, one that he couldn’t even imagine in his wildest dreams.
Your eyes flickered open, and Daryl looked away once again — caught for the second time.
But now, you didn’t tease him. You hopped off from the bed of the truck and walked towards the view, settling under the night sky filled with stars.
It had been brighter when he’d gotten here, a little while back, but a few hours had passed since then. He could still recall how you looked basked in the light of the sunset, like pure amber stone sparkling as you smiled.
Daryl stayed seated, watching your silhouette move against the skyline until you finally turned back to look at him.
“Will you remember me?” you asked — barely above a whisper.
And Daryl’s breath faltered.
“I’ll remember ya,” he fumbled back.
But that wasn’t really what he wanted to say.
He’d wanted to tell you how he already couldn’t go one night without thinking of your red lips and rosy cheeks, your smile and your tone of voice. And soon it’d get even worse — because he would always have the picture of you ingrained in his mind, wearing your nice dress and staring at the sunset.
There was no way he’d ever forget this moment, Daryl thought. Not even if the world ended.
//
Water beaded at the corner of Daryl Dixon’s eyes as he awoke to the sound of birdsong and the feeling of a bright, warm sunrise settling on his cheek.
The grass was dewy under his palms, where he had rolled a little bit away from his sleeping bag, and his neck felt stiff from forgetting to bring his pillow.
But somehow, none of that mattered.
Daryl could finally remember the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle — and it left him feeling ashamed at ever having forgotten it.
It only took him one dream to see that picture in his mind once again, clear as day — and as beautiful as the night he’d first set eyes on it.
It had only taken him one dream to remember you, and you were always better than his wildest dreams.
End.
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I wanted to write something a little longer, but I’ve been ill recently and stressed from work - so here we are! I hope you all still enjoyed this one. I certainly did.
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FISI’s Favourite Zutara Fics
A lil late for ZFAW’s Saturday prompt, sorry about that! Haven’t had any internet over the weekend. But better late than never!
I’m not gonna lie… a lot of these are angsty af. But I promise you they’re not gratuitous angst! They’re well written, beautiful stories that will make you feel like a better person for having read them. These are my favourite all time fics, ones I’ve read more than once and will continue to read (even though I’m taking a week break from fandom and fic).
Multi-Chaptered Fics
The Sparrowkeet Series by audreyii_fic
To be honest, this story’s summary doesn’t do it justice so I ain’t including it. Originally a one shot, Sparrowkeet is headcanon for me now. Move over canon, this is where it’s at. Audreyii_fic’s characterisation, world building, and writing is exquisite. It’s incredible. She manages to channel the same fun and whimsical energy from the show while allowing the characters to grow and develop to places I wish they had actually been taken.
This one is a fandom Must Read and one I return to regularly.
Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow by sadladybug
It is not the memorial she deserves, nor the one she would want. But it can't be helped. He owns no property in the other nations, and he needed to keep her close. Closer than she was in life, anyway.
Zuko's reflections on a life lived and a life that could have been.
This is one of the best written fics I’ve ever read. It’s tragic and deep and will hurt you in all the tender places but you would be doing yourself a favour if you read this. There’s a real bittersweet feeling to it and the love between them is just… urg, visceral.
Lovable by LadyCharity
Zuko knew that he could not save Azula. He could only try to forgive her. Fittingly enough, those two were one in the same.
I love stories that make Zutara their centerpiece but every now but then a story like this comes along. A story where their relationship builds almost incidentally because the plot and character development straight up hijack your emotions. I got so invested in this story. Zuko is amazingly well characterised and his complicated thoughts and feelings around his father and Azula are incredibly well written!
One Shots
Lunar Ephemerality by @formerlygoldilocks (goldilocks23)
After multiple failed attempts on his life and years of self-set expectations, Fire Lord Zuko is a shell of the man he used to be. But Katara won't turn her back on those who need her.
I really didn’t expect this to hit as hard as it did. This straight up snuck up on me, fly-kicked my feelings, and by the end I had written an 800 word comment that was too big for AO3 and I had to contact the author directly to send it to her. Awkward. I couldn’t help myself. The side to Katara we see here is so good, her empathy and love for her friends are one of the things I love seeing most in AtLA fanfic. I’m a sucker for Zuko having complete breakdowns and having to piece himself back together too. So sue me. I like it when they suffer a lil bit. The writing is absurdly good and I will be keeping an eye out for any new stories by goldilocks23!
31 Minutes by @ifyouwereamelodymeg
It's quite astounding, really, how quickly she's learned to translate him. They've spent a grand total of zero time together outside of training, and he's hardly big on chat so she knows next to nothing about his life.
But she knows him, probably better than she knows anyone at the moment – with every tap of his fingers, every crook of his lips, every turn in his voice, he just...
He makes sense to her. It's weird.
I’m a sucker for fic writers playing with style to make the story pop and boyo does this fic deliver. This is one of the rare times that I’ve been dumbstruck at the end of a story— I just couldn’t accept the ending. Because I’m a sucker for pain, (and this story will bring The Pain) I loved it. The ease of Zuko and Katara’s growing relationship in this bowls you over, it’s absolutely beautiful and you find yourself nodding along emphatically when Zuko calls himself an idiot for waiting… “Life’s short, kids, live each moment as though it could be your last,” says this fic as it pulls my heart out and dropkicks it off a cliff.
i count to five (and life passes by) by @markedmage
Five heartbeats.
I still haven’t forgiven Mage for this one. I think it’s the best thing she’s written to date! I mean, tragic and painful and heart-rending but holy shit is it powerful <3
The Lake of the Dismal Swamp by @thewhiitelotus
Spook af. Spook (horror) is real hard to do well but thewhiitelotus is coming for your goosebumps and those shivers down your spine. She has a way of balancing beautiful, evocative imagery with action (in this and other stories of her) that just keeps you reading!
Calloused by @rideboldlyride
Iroh hadn’t been able to watch. The pure horror of a man - a father- burning their child for a slight infraction... He couldn’t do anything to stop it, but he will stop his brother from destroying entirely the kind boy he knew Zuko could be.
This is a painfully underappreciated fic for how great the characterisation is. I know we in the zutara fandom tend to not read stories that aren’t Zuko/Katara centric as often but do yourself the favour of reading this (or listening to it: RideBoldlyRide has done us the gift of recording a podfic for this and it’s stupidly *good*). This story is Iroh confronting Ozai just after he burns Zuko’s face and it kicks.
four days and three nights by @hinaoyamas (lettersfromnowhere)
Zuko discovers firsthand that nothing is more fleeting than happiness, or more enduring than memory.
Do you like reading stories with a distant, omniscient narrator? The kind that read like a myth from the ancient world? Welp, hit the hyperlink, friend, cause this one’s for you. Not only is the writing exquisite but the characterisation and painful inevitability of the plot is grade A.
For the Fire Nation by tullyblue12
He falls in love with her for his country before he falls in love with her for himself. A Zuko/Katara AU that explores how love and duty aren’t always mutually exclusive.
There are about 40,000 exquisite lines in this story but here is just one of my favourites: “He falls in love with her for his country first. That’s what his people never understand.” This fic says a lot with so few words, which is something I really look up to! In 2,800 words, tullyblue12 does what some 100,000k fics cant: They make you feel.
Guide Me Home by Rashaka
To sleep, perchance to dream. Katara and Zuko find a friendship they never expected in a place that seemed impossible.
This is a one shot I will forever wish for a continuation of. The setup is just… so juicy. There’s a real sorrowful innocence to this story that the unique short, dialogue only scenes really punch home. I know some people don’t like dialogue only fics but when done well like in this one, it leaves you with the impression of something deeper than a 1,185 word fic has any right to!
Other Favourites!
Hopeless by tullyblue12 — Kids grow up fast when a cruel world awaits them. In times of hopelessness, Katara and Zuko grow together. In times of separation, they hope to see each other again.
Speechless by goldilocks23 — Zuko has a medical condition. Or: Zuko speaks in haiku at inappropriate times.
Don’t Follow Me Down by eleventy7 — Katara is the dread queen of the underworld, ruler of the dead, destined to reign her cold kingdom alone. Until a sun god catches her eye. A Hades/Persephone retelling with incredible writing.
I Don't Speak Meow Language by @botherkupo (Boogum) — In which Zuko adopts a cat and Katara just wonders what spirits she pissed off to deserve this fate.
I have the privilege of being friends with some of these authors (they know who they are) and am in near daily awe and gratitude for the works of free fiction they provide us, the fandom. And not just any old stories: Guys... Really good ones!! Can I ask that if you go check out these fics, can you just drop a kudos or a comment their way? If you’re feeling shy just copy and paste this into the comments box anonymously: “WOW! Loved this! Thank you so much for writing it!”
I know it would mean the world to this talented bunch <3
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It’s still the 5th on the west coast it 100% counts
Day five! In anotehr Au’s Clothes!!! You actually.. can’t see Ru well at all. he’s in the outfit he wears for Triassic Planet and Eclipse is sporting her look from the Tangled AU (end outfit)
Ficlet time~! This one’s a lil long sorryyyyy
“Don’t you look smart,” She teased as the ghost fixed the cuff sleeve with an annoyed huff.
“Ever since they lost their disguise, that nth dimension shifter keeps making weird requests,” he grumbled as he reached to mess with his hair.
“Come here I’ll put it up.” she grinned holding the bright blue hair tie.
He sighed and shifted, kneeling a tiny bit as she combed his hair. He leaned into her hand as she did, causing her to laugh.
“Prince! I can’t fix it if you just go soft!” she snickered.
“I’m sorry I like the sensation.” he huffed as she began to gather the unruly curls, “Your claws are nice when you comb it.” he admitted, “like when you play with Snatcher’s mane.” he felt his face glow as he thought about it.
“Yeah?” she paused and pursed her lips, “I guess then at least they have a decent use other than ripping rifts.” she snickered.
“Or cutting wolves.” He added with a laugh.
“Or cutting perverted nooses.”
“I asked them to knock it off.” he sighed, “Are they still making comments?”
“Not at me but I overheard them talking to Hattie.” she huffed. She finished pulling his hair up, “there we go!” she beamed.
He stood up and brushed a strand off his shoulder, “Thank you. Normally I don’t mind it loose but I feel this weird outfit needs it out of the way. I just…” he scowled, “Have a lot of hair.”
“You do!” she laughed, “But it’s pretty and soft~!”
He covered his face embarrassed, “Not as nice as yours… mines just….” he sighed. “I sometimes wish I wasn’t a shade.”
“Oh?” she asked curiously.
“I.... normally I’m fine with it but some days…” He looked at her and gripped his chest, “If we met when I was alive…” he sighed and shook his head.
“Maybe we have!” she laughed as she went to open the garment bag Craft had left for her, “I wouldn’t know! I have no memories of my past! Well. I have bits and parts. And Papa said I am two years younger than you! And I’m from Solgario! So maybe we did!”
She frowned, “How.. Do I even put this on?” she pulled out the gown that shimmered with silvers and blues. She frowned, “Prince what do I do with this?”
He choked a bit looking at it, “Are they being funny?!” he shifted to help fully remove the intricate gown with a shocked expression, “T-This is a royal gown?!”
“Oh?” she tilted her head, “So they want me to dress like a princess?” she scrunched her nose, “are they mocking you?”
“I wonder….” he scowled with a heavy sigh and hung his head, “I can help you put it on. I used to help Vanessa sometimes.”
She turned a bit red, “Mmhm… I just… I don’t think---?!?!” she huffed as he pinched and pulled on her cheek with a scowl, “I-I’m not being negative!!!”
“You were going to say you don’t think you fit a princess weren’t you?” he huffed, “What. Have. I. Said.” he scolded.
He let go and she rubbed the spot tenderly with a pout, “But I’m just an idiot wolf…”
“A very pretty idiot wolf.” he smiled. Looking at the gown again he sighed, “Come on, sooner we show them the outfits sooner we can put our normal clothing back on.”
He knew he was blushing as he looked at the outfit, “I… want to see you in it… we can even take a picture for Snatcher…” he chewed his knuckle as he thought about it, “Shame they had me dressed as a scientist… If I was in my normal outfit the two...of...us…would maybe…. Look...like a...” he shook his head and gave a loud laugh, “Anyhow let’s get this over with!”
“R-Right!” she huffed as she looked at it. She frowned as she began to strip down to her underwear, the grey stretchy material clinging to her as she took the gown, “Do I go under the skirt or?” she huffed.
“It’s in parts.” he helped shift it, “we’ll put this underskirt on first. Just step into it,” he explained.
She nodded taking it to pull it up and frowned, “this is going to be a pain to move in!” she fretted.
“Yeah…. Our clothing was more for showing status than moving. I hated my formal clothing. My casual was odd but I could at least run.” he laughed.
“Even with the heels?” she asked innocently, causing him to turn yellow and look away. She giggled as he handed her the next part, “Undershirt?”
“Yes.” He helped with the strings in the back, “Corset is next…. Have you worn one before?”
“Only costume ones for Craft.” she flinched when his cold hand touched her waist as he helped with the shirt. She felt her face grow hot, “S-Sn.. I mean, so how many layers is this?”
“Looks like they simplified it so about 3ish.” he admitted as he unlaced the corset, “Arms up. This may hurt a little since you’re unused to it. Gods know Vanessa despised the corset some days but it’s needed to help the gown stay up.”
She gulped and did as instructed. She tensed as he moved behind her, brushing her hair over her shoulder.
“Alright. Brace.” he grit his teeth and pulled on the laces. She squeaked as it tightened and gasped.
He scowled, “yeah I know. I’ve worn one too.”
She gave a small laugh as he finished tying it up and patted her back.
“All set.” he huffed. He stared at her as she stood in the undergarments and corset. Even though he’d seen her in her underwear plenty of times, normally when forcing her to wash her clothes, he couldn’t help turning a bright yellow as his eyes trailed the dip in her side as the corset fit her. She turned around and he yelped as he accidentally looked right down. He forgot corsets did that.
He coughed to regain his composure, “O-Okay let’s put the actual gown bit on.”
He took the outfit and noticed his shaking hands, “A-arms up.” he instructed. He just needed to finish getting her dressed, then he’d be fine. Right?
She huffed arms up as he helped pull it over her head. She fixed her hair, letting the silver fluff behind her as she moved to fix the sleeves and such. She looked at herself with a small frown, “Hrmph.”
Snatcher could only look at her a little slack jaw, he covered his mouth and looked away, “it fits.”
“Mmhm. Well, Craft knows my siz---”
“No I mean… it fits... You… you look good…” he covered his mouth as he looked at her shyly. He moved closer walking around her. He knelt in front of her with a smile and took her hand kissing it lightly. “You look amazing, my lunar princess.” he smiled.
She turned bright red, the shorter parts of her hair fluffing up in shock at his gesture, “S-Sn--Stop T-Teasing me!” she gasped when he stood up and scooped her up. She yelped and gripped his shirt as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She buried her face in his shoulders with a pout.
He laughed as he spun around holding her, “I guess that nth shifter has some good ideas….”
“Typically.” Craft leaned in the treehouse, leaning on a patchwork covered hand, “Glad to see it fits.” they smirked, “Too bad Snatcher isn’t here.” they sneered looking right at the ghost.
Snatcher scowled a bit as he set Eclipse down.
She huffed, “H-He’d tease me more than P-Prince does!”
“I’d say he’d most likely get the ghost version of turned on. Or I hope he does.” the shifter pulled up into the house and dusted off. They walked around both, before giving a proud smirk, “God I am good!” they laughed.
“Are you?” snatcher scowled.
“Well, judging from the color on both your faces, mission semi accomplished. But considering ‘Snatcher’ isn’t here then it’s another failure.” they sighed.
“W-What does that mean?!” the prince tensed up angrily.
“Oh nothing.” the shifted huffed and took Eclipse’s hands spinning her to see how the gown behaved, “Hrm. maybe this fabric is too heavy. I want it to flow a bit more when she dances.”
“Maybe you aren’t dancing right.” Snatcher sighed and stood beside them. He held a hand out which Eclipse took with a laugh. “You’re a nine-foot pile of ooze. Let me dance with her.”
“I think it’s heavy.” she admitted, “I don’t mind layers but.” she huffed, “I can’t move like I want to.”
She held the prince’s hands as he began to dance with her, gown flowing with their movements, “See? Moves fine with traditional dancing.” he huffed.
The shapeshifter frowned, hand up to their face in thought, “Hrm. Yeah but I still want more flow. I want it almost like she’s underwater with how it ripples.” they scratched the back of their head and removed their hood with a sigh.
“I don’t think you can do that with this style dress, Craft.” She laughed as she danced. She felt her foot catch the rug and gasped as she fell into the ghost’s chest causing them both to flush. She pulled away and fixed her hair with a small squeak.
Craft watched and sighed again shaking their head back and forth, “Well. I’ve never backed down from a challenge!” they grinned, 7 eyes alight with mirth, “Just you wait! Anyhow, thanks for wearing them again!” they pulled their phone out, “Hold still.”
The two smiled as the shifter snapped a photo and put their phone away, “Alright I am gonna head back to Birdopolis, Connie dear is going to blow a gasket if I’m not on set again. Honestly it’s not like the owls WEAR most the costumes I make. They just DRESS like that...” the ink on their features shifted as they took human form and kissed Eclipse’s cheek, “Enjoy taking the outfit off as much as on.” they teased before heading out in a flurry of feathers.
She stood there slack jaw, “W-what does that mean?! C-Craft!?” She shouted in a huff. She stared at the sky where the owl-shaped shapeshifter had already vanished from view. She gave a heavy sigh before she turned to see Snatcher holding his face.
“Ah.. Did the prince leave?” she tilted her head with a pursed expression.
The ghost fluffed up, “Y-Yeah. Had something to do…” he lied and used his tail to hide the discarded clothing he’d slithered out of in his shock.
She sighed but made a small noise when the ghost touched her cheek. She gave a small smile, “Do you like it?” she asked leaning into his hand.
He grinned and kissed her cheek, “You look decent.” he cackled.
“I’ll take it.” she laughed.
#RuClipse Month 2020#ahit snatcher#ahit fan character#Eclipse Guardian#Prince Arulius#ahit au#ahit#a hat in time#Fanart#digital#colors#themoonguardianandthelostprince#i 100% cheated the bg since they are in his house and he has limited furniture heh#im only late cuz i was working on the jelly belly au and rping dinosaurs with gin#i did make her a sona as well!!!
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Wilde Jagd (Part 1)
Part 2
Connor x Reader Modern Fantasy/Fae AU
WC: 1.1k
Warnings: language a lil bit
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Small twigs snapped under the tires of your bicycle as you pedaled along the trail. The trees threw moon-cast shadows that reached for you and the air all around became thick and heavy until it caught in your throat. You stopped.
You cast your gaze to the cloud-strewn sky and found the moon full.
“Shit.”
This was your first mistake. Most were wary enough of the fair folk to stay away from forested areas after dark. As someone with the Sight you scoffed at the idea of passing up such a convenient shortcut through what you knew was a relatively safe area most nights. There might be a few pixies or sprites around Palmer Park, a minor boggart or two at worst. A chunk of bread in your pocket and the iron chain around your neck was enough to keep away any mischief-makers.
Tonight was not most nights. Tonight was a full moon and you mentally castigated yourself for forgetting as such. It wasn’t guaranteed that the lunar phase would bring anything particularly dangerous out, but the tenuous veil between realms was at its thinnest and the palpable energy in the air certainly promised nothing good. You took a moment to remove your jacket, flip it inside out and put it back on. Not that it would do much.
You padded forward cautiously, guiding your bike alongside as silently as possible. As much as it was in your best interest to get yourself as far away as possible as quickly as possible, it felt wrong- too conspicuous- to continue cycling. Perhaps it was the magic, pushing down on your limbs and lapping at the edges of your mind, making your thoughts blur sleepily, pleasantly. You reached into your pocket to clutch the piece of bread and your wits sharpened, but only by a hair.
Your legs began to buckle under the haze and you clutched lamely at the nearest tree trunk, stumbling into its support. Not rowan, rowan would be better. But it at least offered support as your body threatened to succumb to the soporific energy of the forest. Perhaps it would have been better to surrender to the spell, fall unconscious and sleep unnoticed on the dark ground- because that is when you made your second mistake.
You heard the murmurs, the tinkling of bells, the faint panting of the hounds and you looked. The scene was beautiful and grand, an ethereal light surrounded the procession- one not meant to be seen by mortal eyes. A cavalcade of diverse figures passed through the trees, most at least vaguely humanoid but varying wildly in size and build anywhere from under a foot to over nine. Some rode on horseback, some walked on bare feet, and others- a few of the smaller ones- flitted about, suspended by gossamer wings.
You should have looked away immediately but you were spellbound as your eyes landed on him. He was beautiful, almost human in appearance but also decidedly not. He sat stoically astride a white pony, short dark hair ornamented with flowers, insect wings, and a several minuscule yet intricate braids. The garments he wore might have been woven from stained glass and starlight, and his eyes- his eyes were chocolate pools that seemed to catch the light and refract it into a shimmering rainbow of hues. Those eyes met yours- placid, hollow, with something that might have been sadness that seemed to bleed through before you broke away from the gaze with a jolt.
He’d seen you. He’d seen you and he’d seen that you’d seen him. You were definitely royally screwed, you realized, clutching hard at the bread and shaking off the fogginess of mind and body as best as you could. You marched away, breaking into a run before throwing yourself into the seat of your bike and pedaling for your life.
Fae weren’t known to be overly fond of mortals with your sort of gifts. Some made themselves known to all eyes but what you had just witnessed was something meant to remain hidden. And human eyes which saw things that belonged solely to the Elswhere, well you were lucky if they just decided on taking your eyes and not the rest of you with them.
You didn’t look back once as you pedaled frantically, your heart lifting as the trees parted to reveal your apartment building in the distance. You launched yourself toward the safety of streetlights and hurtled across the stretch of asphalt separating you from your place of residence. You dashed into the lobby and didn’t stop to breathe until the elevator doors closed and you slammed the button for the fourth floor.
You’d made it out of the woods. Maybe you were safe.
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The next day came and you tried to be cautiously optimistic that the whole incident was behind you. You decided it would be better to avoid Palmer Park for a while and maybe you’d give your door and window frames another coat of paint with salt and iron filings mixed in. As you dressed for the day you half considered wearing all of your clothes inside out but airing on the side of not broadcasting yourself as a paranoid weirdo to everyone at work decided against it.
So when you arrived at the police station it was with your clothes turned right-side-out; the visible ones anyway. Before heading to your desk you swung by the break room to grab a coffee and to steal some of those little packets of salt to shove in your pocket, just in case. You were still a bit distracted as you plodded to your desk which is why you weren’t quite looking where you were going and rammed straight into a solid wall of person.
At the sudden impact your hand released its precious caffeinated cargo, but faster than you could process another hand caught the cup before it could spill a drop. “Wow! Thanks!” you gasped out without yet looking up. Those words were you third and worst mistake you realized as you met the face of the figure before you.
Dark hair, styled neatly. A grey jacket over a white shirt and black tie. Impassive eyes that couldn’t quite settle on brown as a color. He looked different- different enough not to seem utterly out of place in the police precinct- but it was him. Different enough to pass as a normal human being to most eyes- but it was him. And you had thanked him. You had thanked him. Oh you were so screwed.
“Hello, Detective (L/N),” the creature before you intoned with a small not-quite smile. “I’ve been assigned to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson on your current cases for the time being.”
You swallowed drily before replying with a rather loaded question, some small part of you hoping you were hallucinating or mistaken or something, and the man in front of you wasn’t some unknowable being sent after you to blind you or kill you or - worse. “Oh? W-what’s your name?”
“You may call me Connor.”
Shit.
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A/N: Ok Idek what this is basically this whole thing including the bits I haven’t written yet is based very heavily on a dream i had a few days ago and like idk if I even like the whole premise and such that much but I had to get it at least partially out of my system so I wrote this little intro instead of sleeping whoops. If I scrape enough motivation together I actually do sort of have a plot planned soooooo we’ll see how that goes *sweats nervously*
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Popular Aspects of the Things I Love or Like that I DONT Like:
(Refer to last post//Spoilers for most)
Percy Jackson
- Mischaracterizations of Percy Jackson
- The Blood of Olympus
- Meg
Voltron
- Any ships from Voltron (mainly Klance)
- Lack of Hunk backstory
- Lance (a lil)
Old Barbie Films
- Misconceptions of old Barbie films
- The animation quality ^
Stranger Things
- Eleven in Stranger Things ONLY in the episode where she found Eight and dressed goth and changed her character and ONLY when she was careless with being seen (S2)
- Lucas (S1 only)
- NANCY WHEELER (just why)
- Steve Harrington (ONLY beginning of S1)
- How everyone treats Dustin (my bb)
- The way and the fact that Bob died
Harry Potter
- Hinny (like, no)
- Redemption for Draco (don’t really care for it)
- People who take the houses seriously and like they’re REAL
- HP fans who take everything seriously and like it’s real
- JK Rowling’s problematic antics
The Lunar Chronicles
- The fact that Wolf and Scarlet got married (and the fact that they were already saying ily after knowing each other for a week)
- Sometimes how Cress acts (need to reread so might change)
- PEONY DIED
The Maze Runner
- Mainly the ppl who died who shouldn’t have
- That contrived and unnecessary “love triangle”
- The unclear ending
- NEWT AND HOW HE DIED WHYXYWKKSKF
Avatar: The Last Airbender
- The Legend of Korra and everything about it
- KORRA HERSELF (I honestly never knew a fictional show or character could anger me as much as tlok does)
- The Katara + Zuko shippers who are vv disrespectful to people who don’t ship it (and anyone who’s disrespectful to anyone who doesn’t ship a FICTIONAL COUPLE that they ship)
- Toph didn’t get a Zuko Trip
- People who call Aang abusive (let’s not get into that tbh)
- Mai and Zuko .-.
- Katara’s lack of action in the finale (tho I loved what we did get)
MCU
- Infinity War
- Cap stans who hate on Tony
- EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO THOR LIKE CMON GIVE HIM A BREAK
- Banner and his scientific persona that no longer exists cuz now he’s just goofy
- Scarlet Witch (sorta)
- Misuse of Vision’s character
- Anthony Mackie (funny but lowkey sexist)
I THINK THATS IT
#pjo#toa#trials of apollo#hoo#percy jackson#voltron#vld#klance#anti klance#harry potter#hp#anti hinny#anti korra#tlok#the lunar chronicles#tlc#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#infinity war#spoilers#atla#barbie movies#stranger things#anti nancy wheeler#the maze runner#barbie#voltron defender of the universe#heroes of olympus#tony stark#avatar
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top 10 teen wolf episodes as rated by me i guess
IN the order from most to least favorite, and i did not include any 6B ones because it isn’t fair for me to use those when the season isn’t finished yet. (EDIT: season is now finished and while none of the 6B episodes made the ranking i did adjust the honorable mentions accordingly.) this is long & i had fun making it
3.19 Letharia Vulpina: ok ok so just like Everyone Knew I Would i did pick this one because of all the prime derek/chris material—that all-important moment where they had their claws and gun trained on each other, being handcuffed to a bench together, derek saving chris’s life despite insisting he wasn’t gonna—BUT there’s literally not a single second of this episode i don’t love. we open with deaton being a total badass and scaring the shit out of some yakuza dudes, then KIRA gets to be a badass, and then there’s a small scott/allison/isaac moment when he’s all laid up (which was my ot3 for a little while in 3A…don’t judge), allison gets to threaten peter with a stun baton on her girlfriend lydia’s behalf, and that doesn’t even BEGIN to get into the absolute delight it is to watch everyone running around trying to deal with all the chaos the notgitsune is causing (we even got to see coach get shot, which was actually pretty funny??). between all of that and the plot twist at the end (that we all saw coming…but hey) that it was really the nogitsune pretending to be stiles all along (and the very…gay…thing going on with him and scott), it’s literally like, the perfect episode. there was even a rain battle at the end i fucking love rainy scenes. PEAK television.
4.12 Smoke & Mirrors: my two favorite characters on the dumb werewolf show are derek hale & scott mccall and this episode is like a great big flashing sign that says “LOOK AT HOW AWESOME DEREK IS AND LOOK AT HOW AWESOME SCOTT IS!!!” because scott finally gets to KICK PETER’S ASS and comes back from something he shouldn’t be able to come back from because he’s SCOTT MCCALL, TRUE ALPHA, and how can we forget my son derek finally achieving the full shift and giving that big old “FUCK YOU” to kate argent. if that wasn’t enough, my third favorite character chris argent gets the second-closest he’s ever come to weeping in this entire series when confronting the sister he can’t kill at the end. also kate is in this episode and she’s the best villain i love her presence onscreen. also peak television.
1.12 Code-Breaker: i love s1 SO FUCKING MUCH bc it was so tightly plotted - it’s like back to the future and holes, it’s one of those things where every line serves a purpose and there’s no spare bits, and tw’s plot becomes such a mess later that it’s honestly really amazing. so code breaker is my favorite one because all the plot stuff comes together really well, and it’s just like well-done overall, there’s that sick backwards shot of allison, chris’s Angst when he realizes his sister is a serial killer, scott trying Really Really Hard and derek being Really Really Done (why don’t they have more scenes together…), stiles and peter cracking me up with the laptop password gag, like…there’s literally no part of this ep that isn’t a delight (also again kate is in it i love kate as a villain). it’s wonderful 10/10
3.14 More Bad Than Good: i had a real hard time with this one vs. the one immediately before it, the first one of 3B, but i love both bc i love watching scott stiles and allison absolutely losing their shit. in the end i like this one better bc 1. you get to watch them beat it and 2. they finally find and rescue malia and i FUCKING LOVE malia, my own daughter, also the scene where she reunites with her dad makes me misty every time. bonus content: watching araya hack off peter’s finger :D :D :D AND this is the first time derek gets to make heart-eyes at braeden. i’m so happy whenever he’s happy!!!
6.05 Radio Silence: this episode is everything i love about 6A all wrapped up in a nice neat lil package. i love 6A bc it totally fucking surprised me by making me like things i did not think i’d like, the biggest being stiles/lydia. and like…this season fuckin SOLD me on it, the way she fights tooth and nail to get him back and the way he’s so patiently waited for her reminds me 2much of claire & ben from @cambionverse and the beginning of me being sold was this ep, when they had the wall between them, and when they finally talked on the radio. and this episode even made peter hale interesting for 30 entire seconds which i thought was impossible—it was cool that he did One Genuinely Selfless Thing by going through the portal to save malia, and later when malia and scott had to take his pain to get at stiles’ keys you could almost imagine for a second he got to pretend someone actually DID care about him, that’s his reward for doing a single selfless thing. it was also stellar to see stiles (and the jeep!!!) again and see him working the problem from the other side it was like getting real sam back after half a season of soulless sam in spn s6 DO NOT call me out for referencing this show
4.05 I.E.D.: go look at these gifsets and read the tags. now come back. …okay okay aside from, That, which i won’t repeat as to avoid two paragraphs of capslock, derek also smiles in this episode. even scott is alarmed by it. HE’S HAPPY i’m happy he’s happy!!!!! i’m happy he loves scott!! i’m happy he spends half the episode trading long lingering looks with his future boyfriend!!!! but if that wasn’t enough this episode KEEPS ON GIVING because at the very end the calaveras show up and bully chris into saying the original code, and forgetting his daughter’s, which is deeply relevant to all my headcanons about the code lowkey being like indoctrination (watch that shit again it’s fucking wild…), and also it’s one of the only times in the series where he looks genuinely freaked out and i love watching his Turmoil™
6.10 Riders on the Storm: this is also everything i love about 6A in one ep, just like, less concentrated, bc there’s also the nazi werewolf (tho even PETER HALE getting judgy @ the nazi was truly a highlight). its got all the Big Damn Reunions, its got STYDIA, its got peter actually being slightly interesting, its got scott mccall: badass. its actually also got lydia martin: badass, which like…About Damn Time. it’s even got chris argent: badass, and it’s also got chris argent: badass smooching on a beautiful lady w/ his hands in her hair!!!! (her: that was so hot! me: GIRL ME TOO) also they thought this was the last stiles ep ever so his goodbyes to everyone were like really sweet & made me emo af
3.22 De-Void: so obviously i love this one because derek’s line when he was under thrall about “you’re NOT my ally you’re a HUNTER” got me into the dumb rarepair i wrote like 60k for so far but also i do genuinely deeply love the sequence where they exorcise the notgitsune from inside stiles’ head—lydia facing her fears in the ruined prom dress is such amazing imagery + im gay for the scott/stiles reunion. bonus content includes chris & allison interaction which breaks my heart (he’s so proud of her!!) and the tense kickass scene in the loft in the opening where the notgitsune (SCARY MOTHERFUCKER) is trying to goad chris into shooting it. i don’t love ALL of this ep bc it has so much thumb twins (& from here down there are no more perfect ones…sad) but i love MOST of it and the parts i do love are fantastic. so. i’ll deal w/ thumb twins
3.06 Motel California: look i know this episode should disturb the fuck out of me bc 1. derek and jennifer bang & in my eyes that isn’t a consensual encounter and 2. all the creepy ass suicides but like…honestly there is something so soothing about motels to me, i’ll put this one on to just chill out anyday. like it is delightfully creepy and i love all the meat to everyone getting hit with their baggage (uh…except the thumb twins), but mostly it’s the #mood i love. i actually even like the derek scenes before the sex starts because he is So Wounded and So Sad (“everyone around me gets hurt” BYE) and they rarely let him actually emote at all so it’s very refreshing
2.03 Ice Pick: this was like…such a perfect & amazing introduction to the new betas like if the new ppl in s4 and beyond had gotten this kind of good introduction (and hadn’t been killed off so quickly…) i would love them about 10x more. it’s got that nice s2 vibe that most ppl are into and i still love erica & boyd w/ all my heart!!! (DONT really love how creepy derek was w/ erica but we’ll blame it on being the alpha.) i also love how fucked up the scene with allison tied to the chair was & the fucking fight between derek’s pack and scott at the end…like scott gets to win a 2-on-1 fight and then derek gets to be mr. cool alpha dude and kick his ass. i LOVE THOSE FIGHT SCENES and bc of this episode “iron” is my derek theme song. so.
HONORABLE MENTIONS aka these were on the original list but didn’t make the cut:
1.11 Formality (aaalllll of derek’s ugly backstory this was when i knew i loved him)
2.10 Fury (the first ep i ever watched live, will always be fond of it for that reason even tho i don’t give 2 shits about matt)
2.11 Battlefield (the theme of doing things bc of the power of love will always get me, it was also the only teen wolf episode i ever made gifs of, back when i knew how to make gifs)
3.12 Lunar Ellipse (for scott becoming a true alpha for REAL + derek’s big ol’ well-deserved fuck-you to jennifer, i didn’t love 3A but this was such prime derek & scott material)
3.13 Anchors (like i said: watching stiles, scott, and allison all COMPLETELY lose their shit, also did you know the anchor allison chose in this ep ws her new code? Interesting)
3.24 The Divine Move (listen...you can laugh at the cheesy sfx ALL you want but when i watched kate argent come back from the dead to menace derek hale like his own worst nightmare come to life LIVE with mine own two eyes i jumped out of my seat and YELLED like everything about that moment was absolutely PERFECT and very few things are ever gonna top it)
4.08 Time of Death (derek learning to use a gun and then getting it on with braeden…bye)
4.11 A Promise to the Dead (not only chris unsticking himself from the wall for allison and scott’s sake but also derek and braeden walking around his loft half-naked in the rain...nice)
5.05 A Novel Approach (the stiles and donovan altercation…the first 15m where he acts with his face without saying a word…enough said)
5.18 The Maid of Gévaudan (i'm bitter about the flashback because i want ALLISON but it was a nice origin story + scott fighting the beast all on his own to save that library full of kids was one of the only truly amazing moments of 5B)
6.08 Blitzkrieg (the sheriff rebuilding stiles’ room and saying goodbye to claudia makes me really for real cry but there’s so much nazi bullshit that i couldn’t justify having the episode as a whole being one of my favs)
6.13 After Images (chris argent absolutely losing his shit the entire ep, fucking love it)
6.19 Broken Glass (derek hale's comeback and he got to spend all of his screentime with chris argent! i seriously considered poking this into the #10 spot but ultimately the sideplot i hated with malia and scott had so much more screentime i can't use it - i can't list an episode i'm always skipping parts of!)
#personal#teen wolf#im scheduling this to go up like not in the middle of the night#so im not like. actly here#dargent#chris argent#derek hale#kate argent#jennifer blake#braeden#draeden#melissa mccall#mcargent#scott mccall#about teen wolf
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Spirit Fam Movie Night Reviews
So last night (4-5-20), my spirit companions and my lil family watched Pride and Prejudice.
My spirit fam has been wanting a movie night! So they all picked Pride and Prejudice.
Here are the reviews from them! (I have gotten permission to either use their name or nickname on this post!)
My Moona-Lunar Moth Fae: "I l0ved the music!! And the dresses!!"
Aaron-Hellhound: "too girly"
Bogart-Brownie Fae: he was just being himself😂 didn't like it (of course🤣)
Dawn-Selkie: "I enjoyed the movie because of the storyline, it was eloquently put together."
Hank-Demon Eyeball: "I enjoyed the movie a lot! I especially like Mr. Bennet, and the love he gave his daughters."
Dara-Hybrid Fae(Rescued): "The movie was beautiful!!"
Beacibele-German Shepard Subspecies of Hellhounds: "Pride and Prejudice is a work of art! There is so much love throughout it!"
I definitely recommend having a movie night with your spirit family! We had so much fun together.
It also is a great way to work on hearing your companions! I have trouble hearing them, so I asked them to tell me what they thought, then confirmed I was right through yes/no questions on the pendulum!
Many blessings and love upon you all🥰
-Lúthiena 🌻🌙✨
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