#i might have spent half my work day on this because i am sad and can not concentrate so please dont tell my boss
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Hello my little grieving friends (aka my CREW!)
I just want to talk about how much our flag means death has given me. I have not had internet friends since i were a teenager. They all kind of disapeared over time in the same way as high school classmates went away. I have been on this blog on tumblr since 2010 and i have never experienced what ofmd has given me. Not even in my very derranged ca 5 year long sherlock-era did i get to befriend and know this many amazing people who live in my phone. Some of you have come and gone and that is life, but some of you are still here and I hope I get to keep you here for a very long time. Max can not stop us and I want to be here with you until tumblr is put down like the beloved rabid pet it is.
I think we are all taking the news very hard and I think it's important to remember what it is all about really. It's about love and family and above all else the crew so i just want to show some love for my beloved mutuals. And i hope maybe some of you will be inspired to do the same because its what we need in these dark times. We need to be a lighthouse guiding each other to shore.
First of all @gentlebeard - Ella💕 my beloved honey 🍯 I can not explain properly or even believe how lucky I am that I found you and that I get a little good morning from you every day. We have been talking every single day since the first message over a year ago and I don't remember or want to remember how i survived before that. I will treasure the time i spent drinking pina coladas on your balcony in the sun forever and i hope i will get some more time on that balcony this summer. I have found a pirate bar in Sweden so we can continue our expensive pirate drinks theme that we started in Berlin. There is no one else i want to spend 6-8 hours talking to over the phone.💕My partner in crime, lasagna partner and floor person or whatever nicknames we have come up with during this time. You are not just the perfect friend to have, you are also funny, sweet, smart and a expert at making fanvideos that make me cry my heart out and laugh my lungs up - sometimes at the same time 💕💕
@blakbonnet - Meow my darling💕 you were the first one i really started to talk to in the fandom and i am so glad i did. You brighten my days and i love talking to you you brilliant humanbeing (i often find myself thinking i have listened to much to cabin pressure because i struggle to use any other word than brilliant to explain things.. the Arthur runs deep in me) also thank you for being my personal skincare guide in life!! Your fics, your art, your edits, your gifs, your meta the whole you make my dash a better place and we are all happy to have you! There is nothing you are not good at and i am both a bit jealus and impressed by you. Its Meows fandom we all just live in it 💕💕
@youshouldseemeinadeerstalker - Nes my dear💕 We may not be talking very often but I know I always have you there. I loved our vacation together and we had so much to talk about that we didn't even realize that the same song kept playing in my car so long that it messed up my spotify wrapped. It was amazing taking naps with you outside ruins of castles and in botanical gardens and living together in the worlds smallest hotel room. I hope we can get lost together in more cities than Hamburg and Copenhagen. (preferably without rain and sickness and maybe with a map) 💕💕
@darkinerry - Marlena 💕 its a pleasure getting weather and work updates from you and i am always interested in knowing what you have been up to and what you have to say. It brightens my day, please never stop!! Your videos and gifsets can make any day better and you are always kind and funny which are two things i appreciate hugely in my friends!! 💕💕 + You have the coolest haircut out of all my mutuals 😌
@aha-my-villainous-thoughts - Ash my wife💕 my love💕Nothing can make me scream, blush and giggle as much as your fanart. You have this style of everything you make from fanart to dolls to interior design that is so special and breathtaking. One day we will drink so many lattes in a cosy cafe and then sniff lush products for the rest of the day. 💕 You are always there for me - as a online shoulder to cry on or to motivate me with the smuttiest wips ever. I am happy to be mutual married to you 💕💕
@bizarrelittlemew - Ida 💕- my thirsting for rhys brother in arms. I can not imagine tumblr without your gifs or your posts. I love screaming with you over a picture of rhys darbys bicep. I am so happy i got to meet you this summer and i really hope it will happen again. We are not that far from each other, just some miles and a stupid bridge; we can make it. You are always a sweetheart and an incredible friend who write the hottest fanfiction ever💕💕
@dickfuckk - josh 💕 (who I also thought for a long time was called tyler) I dont know where the fandom would be without your bts blog! its a international treasure and a service to humanity. i don't know how you do it. 💕You always have everything i have ever been looking for and as a bonus you are witty and funny like no one else. I am so happy i got to meet you and spend a whole day in your company! 💕
@izzy-b-hands - Holden my absolute darling!💕 I am so glad I got the chance to get to know you! You are smart, funny and kind and my izzy mutual tm. You are always there for me with kind words and I am still forever shipping izzy and the third badminton brother which I think is the best headcanon I have ever helped coming up with. ���
@funforahermit - Kristina 💕 Your love for Rhys and your gifs are a staple on tumblr and my dash. I know where to go when i need someone to understand how hot Steve is (even if we have agreed that he is yours and Murray is mine which i still think is a fine deal). I very often make or see a picture of Rhys and my first thought is "I NEED TO SHOW KRISTINA THIS" so you live rentfree in my brain 💕
@rainbowcrowley - Addi 💕If i ever start playing wow again you bet i am gonna be talking your ear off about my little frost mages progress but in the meantime i am happy to have you on my dash and even if we don't talk that much are you a beloved part of my dash and brighten it daily.💕💕
@fandomsmeantheworldtome - Maria💕 You were one of the very first people i found in this fandom and your gifs might have helped my rhys obession taking form. You might be into many things I have never heard of but its a pleasure seeing your excitement over everything. You are always a ray of sunshine and i love that so much💕💕
@tabbystardust - Tabby dear💕 You are the kindest person I know who I always get the strongest need to hug and hold close. Your fanart is beyond this world and i adore it like nothing else. Its always both hot and soft in the best way ever💕 I am always excited to get kitty updates and to hear about your ramen receipts. I hope we can still meet at the con next year! I am game if you are!! 💕💕
@hummingbee-o0o - Humming 💕 (i dont know your name sorry) I am always excited to hear your thoughts and metas about everything ofmd related as well as your beautiful art. 💕 it was a pleasure to scream about season 2 after every watched episode!💕
@xoxoemynn - Emy 💕💕 i am so happy to be mutual with you! 💕You always bring joy to the people who get to be around you and fill my dash with the same. We might not talk often but i know you got my back! That is the kind of person you are!💕
@saltpepperbeard - Jodi💕 No one write tags on tumblr dot com like you. There is nothing that can cheer me up more than see that one of my posts has gotten a whole ass novel written in the tags and then i instinctively know that its you who have left your wonderful mark. You are always excited and such a lovely human to be mutual with. 💕 And on top of that you make incredible gifs that make my heart stop!!! 💕💕
@autumnbois - Kai 💕💕 I hope you are doing okay. We might not talk much right now but you were there for me when i needed it most and you are a good friend to have living in my phone.💕💕 I will think of you whenever i see something related to scream and your love for piccrew always make me smile💕
@edsbacktattoo - Jams, jams jams! 💕 We are never online at the same time because of the damn time differences *shakes fist* but you are a staple in this fandom. Your art is incredible and you are the sweetest cookie in the jar. You are funny and always spread good energy to everyone around you and I love that with my whole heart💕💕
@kiwistede - Sam 💕 Your love for stede and rhys is unmet and i love you for that. You are always a good source for some rhys darby insanity and we all know that is what i treausure most here in life! 💕💕
@stedesearring - Kaitlin💕 You are the sweetest and kindest soul out here always spreading joy and love like the sun of my dash. 💕 I always love seeing you and i am happy to have the pleasure to have you as a friend in my phone! 💕💕
@stedebonnets - Ara 💕 Where would we be without your gifs?? without your joy?? without your blog?? without you?? No one knows! I am so happy to call you a mutual and friend and you always bring a smile to my face. Always!!💕💕
@appleteeth - Liz 💕 No one is quite as normal about rhys darby as you and it a pleasure to watch! Speaking of pleasure.. your fic the slightest touch is an all time favorite of mine and i would be embarrassed to tell you how many times i have read it... you are one of my mutuals that i am baffled that they want to follow me. Its a privilege! 💕
@as-a-creww - Caroline dear 💕 You are a beloved mutual and your blog are a permanent part of my dash and i want to keep it like that! you are the friendliest of the friendliest and what is more important than that?? 💕💕
@nandorisms - Ed dear💕 Your shameless reblogs makes the world go around. You are always sweet and a much needed wwdits addition to my life. I count you as a dear friend living in my heart!💕
@londonlock - Londie! 💕💕 The only sherlock mutual i have left and i am very happy to have kept you! 💕 I might have left those days behind me but you know as well as i that sherlock lives in my soul and seeing some sherlock and john love on a daily basis keep me grounded and on top of that are you such a romantic and beautiful human being! 💕💕
@follovver - Tanya 💕 My fellow Swedish ofmd fan! I am very happy to have found you! its nice to be able do discuss it in my mother tongue and i hope we one day can do it live! its to bad we never met when we went to the same uni (or maybe we did but didn't know) Du är fantastisk!! 💕
@wastingyourgum - Al💕(which i always read in my head as artificial intelligence and giggle because it make me feel like you are a robot) My fellow rhys friend. You bring me doses of darby when its most needed and your blog is always on fleek 💕💕
@xray-vex - Xray 💕 100 % one of my funniest mutuals!💕💕 You make hilarious posts that no one else could even dream of coming up with! Always top tier blog content and what more can a girl ask for??💕
@jellybeanium124 - Nina💕 I can not imagine my blog without you! Your posts are always a delight and you are so nice and sweet and funny and incredible (even when you make math mistakes kisses kisses) You bring a honest joy into the fandom that we could not live without! 💕💕
@thunderwingdoomslayer - Nellie 💕 My official rhys darby gif provider who I come to as if i needed a new hit of an illegal substance. I salute you and thank you for your service!💕💕
@forestofsprites - Green my dear 💕You might have gone from ofmd to be the supernatural provider of my dash but that does not stop you from being the kindest forest spirit i know. Your presence is calming in a way i can not explain and i am glad to have you and your love for meg here.💕💕
@cheersmequeers - Kate💕💕 A big puzzle piece to bring my dash together. Always filling it with my favorite gay pirates and i love having you here. Always friendly and full of love.💕💕
@sugashook - Sugaaa💕💕 You know i am in love with your art! Your art is always on top and it bring me back to life every time. I keep the dress i bought from you on the outside of my closet so every morning its the first thing i see and it sets the day right!💕💕 I wear your art on my tshirt to the gym as often as i can hoping to lure in a ofmd fan between the weights but that has not happened yet sadly!! Never stop making your art!! The world would be at loss if that happened 💕💕
@lacefuneral - Jay 💕(should be called YAY because that is what i say when i see a new selfie or fashion post from you) You are a fantastic friend and i love your love for stede and you are always kind and patient in a way that makes me comfortable to ask you questions about something i might not be familiar with. You are forever my moth mutual in my mind 💕💕
@meanmisscharles - Charles 💕 In my head i call you charles but i don't think that is your name but i hope its okay with you! Always friendly and sweet but ready to fight the bullshit the other spread! and such a source for good music recommendations!! 💕💕
@forpiratereasons - Darcy 💕literary no one does it like Darcy! Aways bringing the best ofmd posts to my dash and ensuring i don't miss anything! You are incredible! 💕💕
@blackbeardskneebrace - Miles my dear 💕 You make incredible art both the cute and amazing ofmd art but also the gorgeous historical art you post. Its a pleasure to see you talk about history but also about our beloved gay pirates. Your snoopy ofmd art will live in my heart forever and i think it might be healing me a bit. Maybe even watering my crops and clearing my skin! And those valentine ofmd arts from last year. I am 100 % gonna bring them back this February like beloved decorations you store in the attic. 💕💕💕
@awkward-fallen-angel - Heather 💕 You are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure to come across. You bring a big excitement and attention to the things you like and it moves along to everyone near. I mean i have watched long critical role videos just because you spoke so warmly about them and i wanted to know what it meant. I love having you here. 💕💕
@mxmollusca - Mx 💕 (dont know your name so i am just calling you that) I mean you are an incredible writer. I have only managed to read ifwts once because i cried so much that i am scared to open it again because i might just never stop crying. You are creative and funny and absolutely totally normal about rhys darby which in my book is a very good thing to be. And besides that you are a very friendly and nice mutual who is always a pleasure to interact with. 💕💕
@poisonintopositivity - Lilias💕 We have not talked much but we have been mutuals for a very long time and i hope you know that i appreciate you greatly as a mutual and you always but the best posts on my dash!💕💕
@glam-hutchence - Birb 💕💕my dear bird lover! You are a sweet potatoe and i love reading about your love for music and the concerts you go to.💕 Its so nice to take a little part of your life. You are always there for me and i always get happy when i talk to you. You are like a little happy pill! 💕💕
@turtles-on-turts - Turts 💕 Whenever i see a turtle i think about you. Its your brand! You make amazing art! and the ones on canvas always blow me away. 💕💕 Its incredible. You are also so very pretty and i have that picture of you in your depression robe with all the pigeons imprinted in my mind because it such a cute one. You are always very friendly and i love reading your personal posts as well. 💕💕
@vonlipwig - Franky 💕 You bring me lots of normality about rhys darby but these days also a huge bunch of normality about david tennant which i appreciate a lot. You are very nice and i stand by my assesment that you have a very cool aura!💕💕
@haeva - Mar my beloved💕 You bring me my wifes emily and valkyrie and a bunch of amazing posts about everything i can imagine. You are loving and sweet and good at maths which i am always very impressed by. I love being your mutual and doing ask games with you is a pleasure!💕💕
@mykonossalome - Myko💕 When i see moomin i think of you because i know how much you love it. We dont talk as much as i would like but the interactions we have had has meant a lot to me and i love seeing you posting about the things you love! 💕💕
@cottoncandiescupcakes - Cupcake 💕 I love that you are always so excited over our boy the swede and its a pleasure to compare language with you. We can continue fighting if the swede belong to the dutch or the swedes but that is a pleasure!💕💕
@mister-brightside - Andrea my dear💕. Your art is always perfect and whenever i see a picture of izzy giving the middle finger i think about you! Its your brand and its your picture now and no one can change that. You are sweet and caring and a lovely mutual to have. thank you!💕💕
@merryfinches - Kylie 💕 What can i say more than that i ADORE your fanart. The colours the style the softness of it all is exactly what we all need in these times. Every single time it shows up on my dash it makes my heart grows softer and my love grow stronger! I love it so so much. 💕
@ofmd-ann - Ann 💕 You glorious glorious gifmaker! Your gifs are always beautiful and these last days you have saved me with your wrecked edits. As a supplier of rhys darby gifs i love you forever. You are a hero love. 💕💕
@usersukuna - Bia 💕You are a gif magician. Your gifs are perfect and you are also very kind and sweet and i am so glad i can call you a mutual! You light up tumblr like no one else and i am always happy to see you on my dash.💕💕
If you are not in this list it does not mean that i dont love you or have forgotten about you it means that tumblr has put a limit to how many people you can tag which sucks. But if i follow you then it means i love and appreciate you. 💕💕💕 And you know what? We will make it through this hard and trying times of greedy streaming services putting an end to our gay pirates show. I love you all and you know what??
We will make it through as A CREW!
#i might have spent half my work day on this because i am sad and can not concentrate so please dont tell my boss#personal#my beloved mutuals#renew as a crew#i am just very filled with love for you all#for this fandom#💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
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THIS IS NOT OUT OF THE BLUE ; YT22
yuki tsunoda x gasly!reader . . . in big brother fashion, pierre wants you to go on a date with yuki to convince him to move closer to milan. however, yuki already lives in milan, and pierre is still not putting the pieces together
amgf see this is what yuki brainrot gets you, i love this omg one of my best works yet, i might come back to this type of format because i am not writing pt2s anymore!!!!!! (lovingly ofc) just like always, enjoy 👍 @viennakarma it's done 🫡
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yourusername i get why my brother likes him so much now. he's a fucking child! feels like another day spent with pierre.
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francisca.cgomes awww they're bonding look pierregasly
pierregasly you had me in the first half, wym a child he's older than you
yourusername doesn't seem like it, seeing how you act, understandable
charles_leclerc oh chérie, what is your brother up to?
yourusername he's up to no good as usual, but if he's constantly yapping to you then you must know what he's up to
charles_leclerc i'm more surprised that you agreed to this?
yourusername he threatened to throw me back to university for a master's degree this time FFS
charles_leclerc well, if it's a master's degree or a date... understandable
yourusername control him please, i can't be the victim of his antics no more
pierregasly he said he had fun!!!
pierregasly now go on another date with him 🫣
yourusername ???? what is actually wrong with you
pierregasly you're acting like you didn't have fun, you even posted it for the whole family to see
yourusername get off my back pierre, my account my rules
pierregasly yeah you constantly yapping to your 20 followers which half are our family members
yourusername i'm blocking you next
pierregasly try me bitch
yourusername oh i will, you are no longer welcome in my account, get out
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[he's taking me somewhere... i hope i come out alive 😀]
pierregasly replied to your story
oh my gosh, is this progress?
apparently he's in milan, and now we're on the coast so... i guess
wym he's in milan?
he's here?
he's with me atm but yeah
i saw him earlier and he asked if i was free
did he say ask about me?
sorry pierre 😐
non no, it's fine
i'm a bit sad he didn't contact me but i'm glad you're together
francisca.cgomes replied to your story
a boat date 🥰
it's not a date...
we're just hanging out
uh huh... cool
that's it?
wym?
that's it? you're just letting me off the hook like that? no teasing about being yuki's future lover or smth?
you want me to tease you about it?
non, not really i was just thinking about it
you're thinking about being yuki's future lover?
shut up kika, you know i didn't mean it that way
yeah yeah, sure 😏
you're absolutely telling this to pierre huh?
you know, i'm on your side for this one
your secret's safe with me 😉
what secret?
oh yn, for someone older than me you're a bit out of it but it's okay you'll get it one day 😊
get what?
kika?
what are you talking about?
yukitsunoda511 replied to your story
wow, you don't trust me one bit
i thought we had something going on
yeah right, shut up yuki
am i your boyfriend?
🥺🥹😭
yes
good girl 😊
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[it's him again... annoying asf]
yukitsunoda0511 replied to your story
why would you lie to your audience like that?
because it's way more fun this way
duh???
everyday i'm reminded that you are pierre's sister when you pull shit like this
excuse me?
are you calling my soft launching methods shit 😕
i'm just kidding
you totally aren't
you're right, i am not
it's just i didn't think he'd be that dense about it
i'm sure i told him we were dating
he's forgetful like that
don't start talking, you didn't even tell him about us
i did!
uh huh....
well, it's funny to me because look, he's so desperately trying to get us together because we're so perfect for each other (ikr) and if he would've just listened like a year ago he would've known about us already
i mean, even alex knows what's up and she's seen us like twice already
alex has seen us a couple of times, even kika but pierre...
he'll figure it out, it's like he's been waiting so long for us to date, i don't know when he'll realize it
let's pray for him
praying for pierre 🙏
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yourusername road trip with 💋 + we met alex on her field trip, it's a win 😊
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alexandrasaintmleux it's nice to see you two ❤️ have fun on your road trip
yourusername ahhhh thank you, we'll see you soonest 😠
charles_leclerc come visit us next time ^^
pierregasly are you in monaco? hello? who is that person 🤨 where are you going? you said to update me? where are my updates?
yourusername i told you where we're going dumbass, check your messages be for fucking real
pierregasly oh you did send me updates
yourusername 🙄
pierregasly OWAH? YUKI IN THE LIKES? liked by yukitsunoda0511!!!!! we're winning today
yourusername what is actually wrong with you?
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yourusername milan. my man.
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pierregasly can't believe i'm finding out through an instagram post and not IRL, fake sister 👎
yourusername is it our fault if you didn't listen?
pierregasly i was already shipping you in my head with yuki, i thought of it first
yourusername okay and? doesn't change the fact that we've been mentioning it for a long time already
yukitsunoda0511 i mean yn is right, i did tell you as well
pierregasly okay everyone is ganging up on pierre for not knowing blah blah blah
francisca.cgomes i mean babe, you are the only one who didn't catch up
alexandrasaintmleux it was clear as daylight, they're not only dating but they're clearly fucking you're so dumb in your own delusions to see
pierregasly okay wow, i'm going to ignore the last few texts but first it was my sister, next my teammate, then my girlfriend, next my friend's girlfriend okay charles i know you're with me here buddy defend me please 🙏
charles_leclerc do you want me to add more salt to the wound? because i agree with all of them...
yourusername see? this didn't just happen out of nowhere, it was already happening and you were just too invested to see the truth
yukitsunoda0511 i look good there, next time i'm posting 😊
yourusername noooo i want to gatekeep you 😠 no no non
yukitsunoda0511 okay, whatever you say goes 🫡
yukitsunoda0511 can i soft launch?
yourusername yes 🥰
#f1 smau#f1 fluff#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#yuki tsunoda smau#yuki tsunoda x reader#yuki tsunoda fluff#yuki tsunoda imagine
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More art to go with story blurbs I may or may not actually write.
This piece is definitely one of my biggest as far as number of characters is concerned but I am actually pretty happy with how it came out! Shout out to @grasshopperdoingdogpaddle for being very kind and finding screenshots of the temple dinning room for me to reference!
Anyway: blurb under the cut that explains context!
“Okay thats it! I am tired of pretending everything is fine and okay with all of this and if Dashi isn’t going to do anything then maybe Guan will!” Rai yelled across the dining table, his hands pressed against the table and his breaths coming hard in anger. “Chase is going to turn Heylin and become an evil dragon monster!”
An awkward silence fell over the table only broken by Dashi himself as he let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like it was supposed to hide a laugh. The silence stretched until Dashi finally seemed to get ahold of himself and spoke up.
“Sorry kid,” he said with an air of nonchalance, “guess I should have told you when we were chatting earlier: you are about thirty years late on that information.” he said slowly, indicating to Chase who was looking away and drinking tea to try to hide a physical wince. “already happened.”
There was another long pause as Guan rolled his eyes and the Dragons in training looked at their time traveling guests in various expressions of shock. They all seemed to recover at once and a collective “IT WHAT!?” Filled the room, including Omi who was looking at Chase with something like shocked sadness. ‘Poor kid’ Dashi thought, chuckling under his breath ‘spent the whole day with the guy and had no idea’.
“I don’t see what is so funny about this situation.” Guan cut in with a glare, making it obvious that Dashi wasn’t doing as good a job as he thought in hiding his laughter, “we are wasting time continuing to stay here, and the longer we wait-”
“What? What’s going to happen?” Dashi asked, reclining back against some air, “Come on buddy, we are in the future! We can get back to the past at any point we want. Hell, we could even go back to before we left! Although that, uh…might complicate things…”
“I hate to agree with Guan, Dashi, but I am with him on this one.” Chase cut in. “As good as it has been to see Omi once more and to be…somewhat myself again, we really should not put off taking care of Hannibal longer than necessary. I do not wish to think about what could be happening in our absence.”
“Hey, hey hey!” Dashi said, waving his hand again at his two companions, as temporary as they might be, “look at it this way, both of you! We are in the future and it’s looking pretty bright to me so obviously we did something right! Right?”
“I’m sorry,” the future Dragon of Fire cut in, “can we uh…go back to the whole ‘Chase is already an evil monster’ thing?” She said, indicating a little frantically to said ‘evil monster’, “because he doesn’t exactly look like it right now.”
Chase sighed and looked away again, though really he had been avoiding eye contact this whole time, “The monstrous half of me, or, I suppose more accurately, the Yin side of me, has been trapped in the yin-yang world thanks to Dashi’s little toy.”
“Hold up!” Dashi argued, sitting back up again, “They aren’t toys! They are powerful magical devices!”
“It was a yo-yo.” Chase deadpanned.
“A Yo-yo that opened a portal to another dimension that we managed to trick you into and back out of!” he added in a teasing voice. The exasperated look that Chase sent Dashi was mirrored by Guan.
“So…this is your Yang self?” Omi asked, sounding a little bit too enthusiastic about the realization.
“Ah-ah kid! I can see those wheels turning,” Dashi waved a finger at him, “and, let me tell you, this isn’t a very good solution to the overall problem you are trying to fix. No one can go around as only half themselves forever. It just doesn’t work like that.”
“Even if Chases other half is a mindless beast.” Guan added in, sounding bitter.
“I am working on that!” Chase insisted with a hiss, obviously only meant for Guan to hear even though the room and table were really too small for them to talk just between themselves. “Do you think I enjoy having no control over myself and my actions?!”
“You certainly seemed to be enjoying ravaging that village before we tricked you into that portal-“
“Guys, Guys! No fighting it front of the kids alright?” Dashi quickly cut in. He was pretty sure those kinds of gory details weren’t kid-appropriate, even if these kids were the future Xiaolin Dragons. “besides, we’re here to relax, recuperate, and come up with a plan right? No fighting allowed.”
Both Guan and Chase let out a groan and an eye roll but did get back to their meals once more as Dashi reclined back on his gust of air. It really was nice to have the gang back together, even if it was going to no-doubt be short lived.
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Little details in episode 11
I really love episode 11 (ugly sobbing). And it only improved on returning to it over a week late with a glass of wine. This is very first half heavy because I’ve written a lot about the back half separately.
The bag!! It shows very prominently here, even as Sailom knows he’s about to quit school. Once again, Kang and his family are still with him even though Sailom doesn’t think they are! (And there are so many other points you see it. More than any other episode I can remember.)
The makeup team! Chimon! He LOOKS bone deep exhausted and sad here
Perth plays Kang so interesting here. He starts breathing so hard when he looks over at Sailom. He looks like he’s fighting the urge to jump out of his seat and go over to Sailom.
The contrast of this delicate shoulder hold and Sailom’s arms looped around his chest in episode 10 BREAKS MY HEART.
This is a brutal line. And this is why I don’t take it seriously when people say DR doesn’t ever talk about income inequality. What does school matter when you are the sole source of income for your family? I will never forget this moment!!
The irony of this line is that Kang is probably MUCH more comfortable with Sailom at school — it makes the stalking easier 😂 — but I still want to see the absolute meltdown Kang would have had if Pimfah started sponsoring Sailom. They have been friends since they were babies … would that be the end??
Here is my number one argument for why Sailom needed to be the one to escort in the roleplay. He stops Auto in the gym from prostrating for him, we see that in a flashback (as Sailom is remembering it from the lens of Auto being a good friend). Sailom also tried to stop Kang from kneeling in the bike shop. Sailom has been staunchly, fiercely proud this whole series. The fact that he is willing and comfortable playing the role of service to Kang is actually a beautiful sign that he has grown and changed as a person and is willing to bend in the future. We don’t need to see this again from Kang because we have already seen it in the bike shop and in episode 11 when he finally got to take care of Sailom.
Not one of Sailom’s happy memories being Guy supporting him dating Kang … while Sailom is about to say goodbye to Kang for what he thinks is the very last time. SOBBING
I am CONVINCED Sailom knew it was Kang standing in front of him by his legs/hips alone. He already knows who he’s glancing up to see before his eyes ever meet Kang’s. This boy has probably MEMORIZED every line of Kang’s body.
I just want to point out that Kang was going to walk past him without saying or doing anything!! His face before Sailom thanked him was not mad. If anything he looked like he might cry. And then to have Sailom call him back — I think he got hopeful that Sailom might try to actually talk to him
You can actually SEE how Sailom very formally thanking him felt like a knife to the heart instead. His eyes are DEAD.
Then Kang goes quiet. He stares at Sailom for a long long second. And he keeps making an aborted arm movement as if to touch. Then he leaves as soon as he gets the pin. Boy is so close to crying here.
Meanwhile, Sailom is putting up one of his absolute best I’M FINE!! Fronts. He almost manages a smile.
We the audience sympathize with him so much because we see what he looks like after Kang walks away but Kang is only seeing the facade to this point.
Noticing for the first time that Sailom can’t get all the way through it when he starts to tell Saifah he quit school. I’m so upset. Look how openly devastated he looks
I’ve said repeatedly I want a sunshine Chimon character soon, but I actually think I want a really tortured angry one. He’s SO HOT HERE and also later fighting the guy in the hospital
Sailom’s genuine smile for getting a bonus for working the morning shift!! I’m just really sad thinking about how ever many days he spent working full time not seeing anyone he loved except Saifah in jail and how much that simple kindness had to mean to him
Kang’s bravery here! They were going to run Sailom over and he put himself right in the path of it. Also, Sailom’s immediate trust in jumping on with him.
It’s so weird not hearing boyfriend and it makes me sad!! But also the word friend gives me episode 2 feelings
The more I watch this scene the more important I think it is that Kang is very quiet. He is seeing Sailom being openly furious. Sailom is NEVER like this usually. This is the beginning of Kang starting to really see behind the mask
Full credit to @criticallyobs for this one — Kang definitely thought Sailom was going to get on the bike with him and was pouty and startled when he did not
This part of the episode makes me emotional because it was when I instantly stopped being mad at Kang in the face of his big puppy dog eyes and soft voice.
Noticing for the first time that Kang touched him when he said “Come with me”
After Kang says “be still” in the actual softest voice ever he physically takes Sailom’s bare leg and pulls him closer. It’s … a lot. I’m … overwhelmed
This is Sailom fishing. He’s just emboldened enough by the realization that Kang followed him to try to get Kang to open up
Sailom’s face when he realizes Kang came back!! stab me in the heart!!
The long pause after Sailom says “I thought I had no one left” where Kang fully and unquestionably realizes how much Sailom needs him. Stab me in the heart!!
Sailom is the lighter sleeper of the two canon confirmed
Kang lets out such a deep breath after all his bravado at the door. He was so scared and he braved it for Sailom!!
Sailom’s smile when he realizes Kang is going to come with him to the police station, stoooop
Annnd I’m out of images but still have 15-20 things I want to talk about in episode 11, so expect more to come later
#Little details series#Kess babbles about dangerous romance#dangerous romance#dangerous romance the series
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is my will weak? am I posting another out-of-context snippet from my ever growing mpreg!Buck fic? yeah, I can't help it. I love this one and it's gonna be a long haul to the finish line (probably closer to 100k than 50k) and I just need all the cheering and excitement I can get, and it's gonna be such a ride, the hurt/comfort and angst, the emotional whiplash, the softness, and the enemy to lovers!
Anyway, this snippet is of Bobby and Athena just being the best, and I adore them both
“Is it safe to assume you brought him home with you?” Bobby asked, holding his coffee to the side so he could lean in and kiss his wife.
It might be late, but in his line of work, coffee became an all occasion and any time of day beverage.
Her lips quirked upward against his as she hummed. “Like you needed to ask.”
Of course, he didn’t. It was in her nature—family and pack were paramount in Athena’s life, as they should be, and when it came to Buck, there was no questioning his place with them.
He chuckled, pecked her lips again, then went to sit with his coffee on the chair beside her. “So?” he asked, taking a sip. “How is he?”
“You mean more like, is he, right?” She raised a brow, then sighed at his shrug. “Well, I think you already know, but yeah, he’s with pup.”
And then it was his turn to sigh, resting the mug on his knee. He’d spent the rest of the shift replaying the last few weeks, shocked by the emotions it stirred. The ache and guilt at what it could mean, and now knowing, his inner demons warred against his heart.
It was a strange thing to feel happiness for something but also such sadness, as he might be getting his first grandchild, but it was a reminder of another thing he'd never get to experience with his first pups, those he’d lost in the fire.
He turned his head, watching her for a moment, taking in her beauty and just being grateful for what he did have.
A familiar look, brow lifting came over her face. “What’s got you all heart-eyed, not that I mind?”
He shrugged, then smiled. “Hadn’t expected this, but I don’t know, I think you’d make grandma-hood look pretty sexy.”
“Grandma-hood?” she laughed, shaking her head, then fixing a look in his direction. “Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun? I haven’t even told you if he’s keeping it.”
Actually, he didn’t need her to—it was there in her eyes—but he played along. “That’s true, so, let me ask, is he?”
Another sigh, then an even softer smile. “He is—he’s scared half to death about failing—but then, weren’t we all like that the first time around?”
“Oh yeah, terrified, actually.” He sipped his coffee. “And the alpha? I mean, I’ve been thinking it over, and morning sickness is one thing, but I’m already a little worried about him developing issues from not having him around.”
And at the mention of the alpha, Athena’s jaw tightened, then a sharp scoff cut the air. “Alpha, more like some fucking piece of shit knothead,” she hissed, looking ready to show her canines. A shadow had settled over her face. “We talked on the way over here, and he told me some things he’d left out before—like that—that—scum had just yanked free, Bobby! He didn’t even care if he hurt him—just ripped free and fucking bolted.”
She took a controlled breath. “I’ll tell you one thing, he’d better not show his face near me, because I’m liable to tear him limb from limb—don’t think I won’t.”
Bobby put up his free hand in a show of surrender. “Hey, if I’ve learned anything, it’s not to mess with a pissed off mama when it comes to her pup. You’ll get no arguments from me.”
Athena nodded. “Good,” and then she smiled a bit, looking at him. “He is our pup, isn’t he? One of my babies?”
“Pretty sure you claimed him within the first day,” he bit back a smile.
“Yeah, I suppose I did—and now he’s giving us our first grandbaby. When did we get old?”
Shaking his head, he finished the last of his coffee, setting the cup on the table, then stood, wiggling his finger in invitation. “Come on, grandma—let’s take this to the bedroom. I have a feeling we’ll need the sleep.”
Standing, she bumped her shoulder into his side. “Sleep, huh? What—you worried I’m gonna break a hip?”
He kissed her temple, a little laugh escaping as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Well… you’re the one that said we’re getting old.”
She slapped his chest playfully before pulling him toward their room. “We’ll see about that, Grandpa.”
#bathena#buddie#buddie 911#buddie fic#mpreg#a/b/o dynamics#911 abc#snippets#my wips#snark writes#the mpreg!buck story
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so I quit my waitressing and bar job which was like 50% of my income and I am going to be picking up more shifts at my retail job but I am now back to depending on governments benefits for half my living expenses, and I am flat broke again until I borrow money from friends/family (yikes) or get this £300 cost of living support payment. like I have £4 to my entire name, have no money at all elsewhere in the world. so selling clothes again but that's also because I am trying to only keep stuff I genuinely love and change bad habits.
and this sucks but its nowhere I haven't been before many times and I simply just don't care anymore. I spent some of my last £12 on a chocolate croissant from pret last week because going to work made me feel depressed and eating cheered me up which is also something I'm trying to stop doing.
and I am happier at the prospect of only working one day next week and spending the rest of the time on my life - getting my life organised, planning a new magazine, making art, writing and pitching to magazines. i just don't think working full time is worth it because I was scraping by and then didn't have time to do any of that stuff. and maybe it's a risk that will pay off, or maybe it wont. I could be poor forever but I think I'm happier that way. what I've learned is I can always change things, that I am always reflecting on whether what I am currently doing is best for me.
tonight i'm going to listen to aphex twin and write in my journal about the sort of person I want to be, then think about how I can make any of it possible, I'll then start doing those things starting small. like being the sort of person who knows what kind of tea they like, or knows where to get their favourite brand. being the sort of person who knows how to take care of themselves. I like the fact I am responsible for my own life, I like feeling empowered. I'm so sick of being sad and victimised and for ages I was utterly frustrated with myself for not being happy and healed. so in accepting my past I can acknowledge what happened wasn't my fault, how its affected me, and this gives me the tools to change things, points me in the direction for healing. I have to keep believing that a miracle might happen to me.
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So, I don't know if you've already done something like this, but what about a reader who's been Eddie's neighbor and best friend for years. Wayne has been trying to set them up since they were children, but it never worked out, until Valentine's day, and Eddie realizes just how many guys are planning on asking the reader to be their valentine, and he realizes that he was in love with her all along...just besties pining after eachother
I hope this wasn't too specific or too vague 💋
I am here to serve 💕💕
Eddie x Bestfriend!Reader
W.C 1.1k
“Blegh, Valentine’s Day?” Eddie says, jumping up slightly as he rips down another streamer from the water stained ceiling of Hawkins High. “How many made up holidays can they come up with before people catch on?! It’s conformity…” you roll your eyes and laugh as your best friend goes on another tangent about the societal norms.
You two had been best friends since you could remember. One day you were swinging by yourself on the rundown swing set next to the abandoned lot and the next you were laying on top of another trailer with the boy who just moved in with his uncle, listening to him explain the story behind the Big Dipper. After that you two were inseparable. Every awkward stage, every time your mom kicked you out for back talking, there was Eddie.
“… it’s bullshit! Don’t you agree?” Eddie says, slamming down his metal lunchbox on the table.
“I mean someone pouring their heart out to you, telling you that they’re into you? I think it sounds kinda… nice.” You say weakly as you shove a forkful of green beans into your mouth.
“Nice?! Y/N, have you lost your mind?!” Eddie is all but screaming in disbelief, “You’re saying that if any jackass in this school cafeteria were to drop you a valentine and that says ‘BE MINE’ on it you’d actually consider it??”
“Yes! Eddie I might! Considering I’ve already gotten three of them in my locker! Now if you’d excuse me, I’m going outside where your little rant, about holidays with cherubs is disgraceful to overweight babies, can’t be heard!” You stomp away throwing your entire tray in the trash. Why couldn’t Eddie open his stupid beautiful brown eyes and see that you wanted some dumb grand gesture, but not from anyone from him.
All of the hellfire boys have their mouths hung open as you stomp away. Eddie's face is bright red in embarrassment. Or is it jealousy?
“Dude are you fucking blind?” Dustin barks as he wipes gravy from his upper lip.
“What?” Eddie asks as he shakes his head lightly and opens his lunchbox, pulling out another sad bag of stale pretzels. “What the hell are you talking about Henderson?”
Dustin makes eyes at Gareth and the rest of the boys and they all know. Everyone but Eddie knows. It’s so blatantly obvious but he just couldn’t make heads or tails of it. “Nothing, you’ll get it eventually, or not I mean your track record isn’t—” a pretzel goes whizzing into Dustin’s face as Eddie flicks it, “hey!”
Later that day on the way home, Eddie hadn’t spoken another word about Valentine’s Day. He was clearly annoyed. You could tell because DiO was playing and he wasn’t singing along to it. “You alri—”
“So who are they from?”
“Huh?”
“The Valentine’s, no sorry, the three Valentine’s you got.” Eddie says, chewing on his finger nails and speeding down the road.
“It’s not important” you whisper as you pick your cuticles. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him but you were scared of his rejection.
“Obviously it is if you stomped away after yelling about it at the lunch table.” Eddie challenged.
“Steve Harrington, and two anonymous ones” you breathe out all in one breath.
Eddie is muttering to himself as he keeps driving. “What’s wrong Eddie?”
“Nothing, I’m great.” He pulls the van up against the side of his house and opens his door jumping outand slamming it with a huff. You’re still inside of his van, confused as to what the hell his problem was. He asked! So why was it bothering him?
Eddie spent the greater half of the night blaring loud music and smoking too many joints. Which wasn’t different from any other night, but this time he was doing it to calm himself down as he paced around his trailer. At this rate he would wear a pattern in the floor and the hallway wall like the lady from “The Yellow Wallpaper”. He was pissed. Who the fuck did Steve think he was giving you a Valentine? It obviously was a joke! Steve didn’t know you like he did. Steve didn’t know that you cross your fingers and raise your feet over every bridge you drive over. Steve didn’t know that you once cut your own bangs short and crooked after Eddie got his own bangs tangled in a comb and Wayne had to cut it out just so he wouldn’t feel stupid. And Steve certainly didn’t know that you hated your smile even though it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. Eddie stops mid pacing removing the joint from his lips as the realization hits him.
A small clink hits your window as you finish up the last bit of homework from Chemistry. You know it’s Eddie, even before he does the secret knock. “You know you don’t have to throw rocks at the window when you can just reach up and—” Before you can finish your sentence Eddie is climbing head first into the window. Knocking over a lamp and papers all over the dresser in his graceful manner.
He stands to his full height and gives you an award winning smile, which quickly fades as he throws his hands in his pocket and comes out with a piece of paper. “Eddie what the hell?”
“Just shh! I need to get his out before I fucking barf all over your room like that chick from ‘The Exorcist’.” He says as his hands shake while he opens the paper.
Eddie hands the paper to you and scribbled in his handwriting below a cartoon of two people, one who oddly resembled yourself and another with long hair and a leather jacket, were two words BE MINE?
“Listen I know this is cheesy as hell, and I’m really sorry for the way I acted but thinking of you with another guy makes me want to drive my van off a cliff. I’m so fucking in love with you, sweetheart. All these years I have been but I guess I never really knew how to—” it was Eddie’s turn to shut up.
You yanked him down to you by his leather jacket and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted like weed and spearmint gum. You’re both smiling and giggling like two little kids who stole money for candy.
“So is that a yes?”
You press your lips to him again & whisper, “I’m, yours.”
#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie x fem!reader#stranger things x y/n#eddie munson angst#steve harrington#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson boyfriend
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i know nothing about coding but if i did i'd rip the damn game apart and pull out all the dialogue for quests and put them in a. idk spreadsheet or google doc or something. i HATE how this high school story and hollywood u are so badly perserved and documented, partially through the fault of its creators. i get that these are niche games that a grand total of five people even remember them but if i think about how an ENTIRE HALF OF THE STORY IS GONE BECAUSE THERE'S A REQUIRED SERVER CHECK it makes my blood boil.
i am too passionate about this
hi! this is not a bad idea at all, especially since hwu is… very lost. i’ll get to work on something like this as soon as possible! i’ll also make my hss screenshots available.
i’ll use this ask to rant. i simpatize with you… way too much. i try not to speak about this very often because it just makes me angry and because, well, it’s a super niche game and we had around four years to organize and archive it but… it is a niche game. by 2022, who even was active in the fandom besides like… me and five other people? not to mention it was very out of the blue, with such a small window between the announcement and the shut down it was impossible to archive everything. i spent full days trying to screenshot as much of high school story as i could. and now i regret i didn’t spend this time archiving hollywood u instead. but what is done is done.
i think… i mean, as much as it sucks, high school story is still fully playable if you have the .apk (or if you have it in your ios). what really, really bothers me is how hollywood u is essentially… lost media? the game itself, yes, but over 20-30 quests are missing from the files because they were released after pixelberry (apparently) decided to store some of the assets on the online server and not locally anymore. even if i were to drop the quests in a word .doc, it still wouldn’t be fully available. and that makes me angry. hwu was last updated in 2018 with a “fix”. why couldn’t they have used the opportunity to make these files available locally? it was pretty obvious at that point the games were sunsetting one day. might have given the chance for the fans to preserve it in some way since hwu would be locked behind a server check forever.
i don’t know. i’m not a dev. but i’m pretty sure they had the tools and the means, they just didn’t see it as worthy of their time. and i get it a little. they were very busy with choices at that time. these games were very dead. pb was past them. but come on. hss and hwu were part of pixelberry’s history and i like to believe these games deserved more than what they got. ~30 days between the announcement and the shut down? please. a little bit more of respect for the art they themselves created!! i think it all just boils down to me feeling… angry, sad and… heartbroken that one of theses games is completely unplayable in 2024 and forever. just like that. to expunge and deprive people from the art you once delighted in creating and sharing is sad!
sorry for hijacking the ask. i just wanted to get this out. i’ll work on making the quests dialogues available.
#high school story#hss game#hss prime#hwu game#pixelberry#hollywood u#longpost#we do have some screenshots and gameplays#but it’s not the same thing is it?#it sucks i can’t like.#HAVE these games. in my phone. i can’t open them. i can’t play them#this feels… wrong!!!!!!#esp w/ hollywood u#what do you MEAN i cant even read a quarter of the quests?!#what do you MEAN there’s no way of OPENING the game anymore?#its so stupid sorry#i don’t talk much about this because i get heated#and i don’t want to be a debby downer i mean the fandom is pretty small i’m not going to fill it with rant posts#but. yeah#ask
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Then Because She Goes
When you leave, I cry on the inside
★ Chapter 11 of 15, 5082 words
★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character
★ warnings: !!! mature content, minors please do not interact !!!, smut, thigh riding, edging
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9 June, 2019
“Fuck,” Este cursed, as a loud sound in the flat below hers caused her to spill a drop of tea on her pants. She quickly wiped it away and got up to grab her beloved Tide pen—drawing on the spot to prevent any staining.
With a film on the TV, it was a quiet morning and a relaxing day off for her. She stayed in comfy clothes, hair tucked away messily in a clip, not worrying about work or bills needing to be paid or how desperately her room needed tidying. Her body had been stationary for most of the morning. It was a deserved laziness, in her opinion. But, a buzz from her phone signalled an incoming text, interrupting her and her tea once more.
matty <3
Sun, 9 Jun at 10:59 AM
Attachment: 1 Image
Thinking of you x
It was a photo of a small yellow origami star. He held it delicately between his thumb and middle finger, raising it up in the air in front of his hotel window. Este could see the architecture of the city he stayed in in the background. Germany, I think, she considered, though she couldn’t remember which city.
Sun, 9 Jun at 11:00 AM
Xx
:((((((((
Why the sad face
You’re getting all sappy on me and i miss you
Am I being too sweet for your liking??
Yea like chill for a sec
I’m smiling at my phone and everything
Soz x
But you’ve got me doing little crafts alone in my hotel room just because they remind me of you so maybe you should chill
Or maybe be less chill bc why are you never sappy or sweet with me ????? Hm???
hey I’m sweet !!!!!!!!!! Don’t be rude
The star thing is like painfully cute tho how do you expect me to top that
--- 22 June, 2019
Este ★
Sat, 22 Jun at 18:35 PM
Hey, I know it’s been hard lately and that you’ve been busy writing but this poem makes me happy and I think you need some hope at the moment
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Maybe you’ve heard of it already or will think it’s too simple but it's what I want to say to u :)
Matty’s heavy eyes stared at the bright blue light of his screen. The band were closing out on their sixth month of touring, and his head had gotten a bit cloudy. Desperate to get Notes On A Conditional Form out as soon as possible, any free moments they had were spent writing and recording. He poured so much of himself during every show and even more into every song written that not much was left when he was on his own. It was nonstop. Slumps like this were bound to occur while on the road, and now that Matty had healthier ways of coping with them, they weren’t as big of a deal. But they were still there, eating away at his energy—blurring the lines of his self esteem and self hatred.
The poem Este attached was “The Orange” by Wendy Cope. He hadn’t heard of it before. So, he read the words quietly to himself.
“At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—the size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—they got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do. Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It's new.
The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list and enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I'm glad I exist.”
Este was right about it being simple. But it was its simplicity that made Matty feel it deeply in his stomach. If he’d been sent such words by any other person in the world, it might have felt patronising—but coming from her, it made sense. There wasn’t anything that he loved more than things, art, that commanded him how to feel. Este knew that. And the words she sent commanded him to find light in the simple things. To bask in the innocence of life. To realise that if he isn’t happy, he’s just human. Fleeting moments of beauty are what matter. It was exactly what he needed to hear.
Este ★
Sat, 22 Jun at 19:00 PM
Please never stop sending me stuff
Reading the line “I’m glad I exist” felt so important
Because I am
Especially with you around x
--- 1 July, 2019
Luckily, flying from Stockholm back to Manchester wasn’t very far. So, it was easy for Matty to get on a plane to catch Este’s 28th birthday between his shows. He was a day early, but it was the only chance he had to come see her—so he took it. And somehow managed to keep it a surprise.
With Cate’s help, Matty followed through with his plan to Uber to their flat as soon as he landed; to drop off his stuff, grab food, and set up birthday decorations before walking over to Greenhouse to see Este. A bouquet of variously coloured tulips with brown paper surrounding it was cradled in his arms as he made his way. The sun peeked through the partly cloudy sky, beaming down on his tired state. He shook the nerves out and reached for the door handle.
The familiar chime caught him by surprise, as the seven months it had been since he’d last stepped into the shop forced him to forget that they were there. It brought Este’s attention to the front from her spot in the back corner where she was shelving. Sam poked his head out from the back room in curiosity.
“I heard an ‘Este Manansala’ turns 28 tomorrow…” Matty announced sarcastically before she realised who he was. The look on her face once she did was priceless.
“Oh my god. Shut up,” muttered Este as she weaved through the cramped furniture to embrace him excitedly. A giddy and uncontrollably happy laugh came from her belly had Matty leaned back while they hugged to lift her feet off the orange carpet.
“Happy Birthday, love.” he whispered in her ear before putting her down. Este tried to wipe the dumb smile on her face but failed. She kissed him instead.
Matty tasted like cigarette smoke and smelt of the flowers he held. The month between their last kiss didn’t stop her from recognizing the familiar shape of his lips when they were against hers. It lingered long and deep. They sighed into each other with satisfaction.
“What are you doing here? You’re mad,” reacted Este when they pulled away.
“To take you out on your birthday.” His hand remained on her cheek as he responded, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. “And by ‘take you out’ I mean take you to the food I’ve put on your dining room table.”
“Have you already been by my flat?”
Matty nodded. “Went straight there after I landed. We boarded early, so Cate said I almost caught you before you left.” He laughed at the dumbfounded look on Este’s face as she struggled to accept the fact that he was real and face-to-face with her. His arms extended to shove the flowers into her grasp. Tulips were her favourite.
“Are you going to introduce me?” His finger pointed at Sam. “Or will you just stare at me with your mouth open right in front of your boss?”
She snapped out of it and turned to face the blond shop owner.
“Gosh, I’m sorry. Sam, this is Matty. My, um, my—”
“Nice to meet you, mate. I’ve been in here a couple times over the years and seen you then, but I’m glad to be formally introduced, I guess,” interrupted Matty.
It was a bit odd that he cut her off so quickly, as the timing allowed her to almost hear his fear of the topic—audibly in his voice. Her smile faltered slightly as the two men made small talk, and she spiralled silently about what she could’ve said. I should’ve just stopped at ‘This is Matty,’ instead of trying to explain who he is, thought Este. Did Matty think I was going to say he was my boyfriend? Do I want him to be my boyfriend? Does the idea of me thinking he’s my boyfriend scare him?
Her ears perked and she snapped back into the conversation when Matty mentioned that they should be taking off soon.
“Food might be getting cold by now, E. We should get going,”
“Matty, it’s half two.” She looked over at Sam for confirmation that she couldn’t just leave in the middle of her shift, but was met with a smug smile instead.
“Go on.” he encouraged with little explanation.
“Who’s going to look after the—“
“Oliver’s on his way. He wanted extra hours this week anyway.”
Guilt settled into Este’s chest. “You didn’t have to call him in and make him rush over just for me, Sam. I feel terrible,”
“I didn’t call him in. I put him down for a three o’clock start when I made his schedule last month.” Sam reassured, as he came around the counter to stand in front and lean on it. He crossed his arms, waiting for Este to accept that he had been in on the plan to let her off early.
But, she didn’t let down. “Then why would you schedule me as well?”
“Jesus Christ Este, to surprise you! Now please leave, I’m begging. I can’t take this any longer,” Sam said while laughing in her face and forcing her towards the door. “Happy early birthday.”
“How long have you had this planned?” asked Este, turning to Matty and waiting for a response.
“A while. Any more questions, or can we go?”
-
Este’s arm tangled within Matty’s as they walked the few blocks back home along the pavement. Her work bag was slung over his shoulder as she held the tulips and sniffed them occasionally for the comfort of their fresh smell. Now that the shock had disappeared and she had the time to fully take in his appearance, Este smiled at his outfit. The Vans tied round his feet were paired with a bright and fitted graphic tee, tucked into high-waisted green trousers.
“You’re staring at me.”
A giggle escaped her lips as her and Matty turned down her street and approached her flat. “Am I not allowed to?” she argued.
He shrugged, with a smile. “I don’t mind. Just want to know why.”
“Dunno, really. You’re just pretty. And I like your outfit.”
Her keys jingled when she pulled them out of her pocket to let them into the building. As they stepped in and through the next couple of doors, soon finding and pressing the ‘up’ button for the lift, Matty said, “You know, you’d think I’d be weird about you calling me ‘pretty’, but it actually felt quite nice.”
“I can call you ‘pretty’ more often, if you want. I think of it all the time, so I’d just have to start letting you know when I do,” Este suggested, turning her doorknob and entering her place.
There was a banner of letters that spelled out ‘happy birthday’ delicately strung across the wall that sat above the dining room table. The decoration was slightly crooked, but colourful and iridescent—so the sun pouring in through the window bounced off of them and shone glittery reflections all over the room. Floaty balloons were trapped against the ceiling with their strings hanging downwards at different lengths. A vase of water was the centrepiece, ready to be the home for the tulips that Este still held as she looked around. Her eyes travelled to everything else littered on the table; noticing the handful of tall tapered candles whose colours matched that of the flowers, confetti scattered across the surface of the stained wood, a bottle of wine, and a couple of takeaway bags.
A nervous Matty stood behind and waited for her to say something. When silence remained, as she continued to search for ways to thank him, he filled the space by slinging his arm around her shoulder and rubbing it gently.
Bringing his face next to hers, Matty asked, “Do you like it?” and pecked her temple.
“Does the general public know that you’re this soft of a bloke?”
He shook his head at her inability to take things seriously. “They’ll catch on eventually.”
Este laughed and turned to him, grabbing his chin, pulling it towards her to give him a kiss on the cheek back. “It’s perfect. You have a good eye,”
“Cate helped pick everything out. I’m not the best decorator. But she was busy dealing with the helium tank to fill all the balloons so I ended up laying everything out by myself in a rush. That’s why it looks a bit shit.” Matty explained, pointing at the crooked letters on the wall.
“Stop it,” she insisted, unwrapping the tulips to dip their stems in the vase and complete the decor. “There’s nothing ‘shit’ about you. It would’ve been enough even if you’d shown up empty handed and sat on the sofa with me all night.”
Stepping closer to the table to copy her, Matty unpacked the food he’d ordered for them. He uncorked the bottle and poured a glass of wine for each of them. She sat down, getting comfortable and increasingly hungry as her stomach rumbled. Hearing its noises and laughing, the two of them dug in.
Once their plates were scraped clean, Matty threw out a “Room for cake?” while a smile sat on his face, knowing they were both too stuffed to even sniff something sweet.
She cradled her full belly, slouching in her chair. “I can’t bring myself to turn down cake but I’m frightened that like, anatomically, it won’t fit in here.”
Matty got up and walked to the fridge to fetch it anyway. “Let's just do the whole ‘sing and blow out the candles’ thing. We can eat it later.”
The white box was set on the table. He let her open the lid and slide out the dessert herself. It was a small heart-shaped cake with light green and white piped icing, reading ‘Happy 28th Este’ across the top. Bright maraschino cherries lined its edge. She grinned at how perfect and delicate it was. A 2 and an 8 candle were peeled out of their package by Matty, who stuck them into the icing, getting a bit on his finger in the process and licking it. Once a match was struck and the wicks were ignited, Matty sang the classic song to her gently.
“Happy birthday to you,” he finished with the last line, maintaining eye contact from across the table.
Este’s brown irises glowed a honey colour from the warmth of the flickering fire, while her cheeks ached from the smile plastered onto it that refused to leave. Looking down to the cake to avoid confronting Matty’s phone that now pointed up at her as he took a picture, she paused to make a wish. He admired her through his screen. A couple of seconds passed before she finally blew out the flames.
As expected, they couldn’t bear the idea of eating a slice. So, they packed it up into its box and placed it back in her fridge, continuing to clean their lunchtime mess, collecting the dishes in the sink and tucking their seats in. But, Matty knew that the corny birthday celebrations weren’t over just yet—he still had her small pile of wrapped presents sat next to his bag, which he then picked up and brought over.
“You really didn’t need to get me anything. All of this is so great already,” she complained, guilty that she hadn’t done anything for his birthday, and gesturing to everything he’d done so far.
They found comfort on her fluffy sofa as he shook his head.
“It’s just something small. Don’t worry.” reassured Matty, who set the three rectangular gifts in her lap. They were similar in shape and size, individually & messily wrapped in patterned paper. He watched as Este’s apprehensive fingertips ripped through the material and revealed what was beneath it.
Of course they’re books, she thought, smiling at how predictable the two of them were. But, what she saw next caught her by surprise. As the other two got unwrapped, Este came to realise that they were all books she had been desperate to read. The shock came from the fact that she hadn’t ever mentioned the titles to Matty, and that as she flipped through them, they were written in. Sticky tabbed, underlined, and starred lines jumped out to catch her attention. Her mouth remained agape for a minute.
“How did you know that I’ve been wanting these?”
“Just looked at that app you showed me during Big Weekend. Came in handy,” he explained. “I picked the five from your ‘to read’ list that seemed the most interesting to me but only ended up getting to finish these three.”
“See, I told you it’s useful.” She laughed in disbelief as she inspected each novel. “Did you really read all of these and write in them for me?”
Matty nodded, grabbing one and looking through it himself. “They’re all great. Helped quiet down my thoughts, I think, since they’ve been too loud lately. Plus, they’re kind of like letters—everything I marked as important or stand-out, and every note I wrote in the margins was done with you in mind. Written for you. It made it fun,”
Este pulled him in for an embrace, squeezing him with delight. A couple of repeated pecks landed on his cheek.
“This is so thoughtful of you, Matty. I don’t know what to say,”
He kissed her once she finished speaking. Her lips had a minty flavour to them.
“So what did you wish for? When you blew out your candles?” Matty wondered aloud, while turning sideways and crossing his legs over one another, to face her fully.
Este copied him. “It won’t come true if I tell you,” she defended, “But there is something I was thinking of getting for my birthday.”
“And what’s that?”
“Do you know of a good piercer around here?”
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Less than ten minutes later, Matty and Este found themselves walking side by side into the heart of downtown Manchester. Affleck’s was their destination; and the journey was short and sweet. She’d explained to him that she loved the adrenaline of getting pierced and was in the mood for some change. Since The Studio, the piercing and tattoo parlour within the beloved market, took walk-ins, they wasted no time before heading out of the flat with determination.
It was the early evening on a Monday, so there weren’t many people around, and there wasn’t a wait to get seen by a piercer. A couple of waivers were signed before Este winced in pain from the needle going through the cartilage between her nostrils.
Matty held her hand while it happened and hissed painfully alongside her as she squeezed his fingers to brace herself. The minute he complained that she was hurting him, Este gave him a death stare as the needle still sat in her nose and the piercer prepared the jewellery for insertion. Clearly her pain was a bit more intense than his. He got the message.
After it was done, she was handed a mirror to take a look. Este liked the symmetry of the new silver hoop that went through her septum; how it balanced out the weight of the plethora of jewellery stacked on either of her ears. She grinned at her reflection.
“I love it, thank you so much!” said Este, to the piercer. She then looked over to Matty, waiting for his opinion. He reached out to flick a piece of fluff out of her hair, lovingly.
“You’re like my little bull.”
There were stars in his eyes.
With their mission accomplished, they wandered around the rest of the shops without any intention of buying anything else. Her arm was linked with his. They pointed at mannequins clad in heinous clothing to make fun of them and people watched.
“Want to see something funny?” asked Matty as they approached a stairwell far too familiar to him.
“Depends on what it is.”
He dragged her up the first flight and Este’s eyes scanned over its walls. Every inch was covered in posters. A certain one caught her eye, and she instantly knew what he was referencing. Young Ross, Adam, Matty, and George were displayed on an angsty black and white poster near the floor, casually accompanied by ones of David Bowie, The Smiths, and Bob Dylan. Este couldn’t help but laugh at how different Matty looked in the dramatically contrasted shot.
“My god, look at the state of your hair!” she teased.
“A lot of people actually want me to bring the shaved sides back, you know.”
She stepped back and held her phone up, gesturing for him to pose for a picture next to the silly anecdote, still laughing. “I can’t even recall how many times I’ve walked up these stairs without even noticing your little face down there.”
Matty kept a straight face and held up his hand in a thumbs-down position for her photo. “I like to come here whenever I’m in town and have the time to. Seems to get smaller every time.”
“Okay, granddad.”
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Their legs grew tired of sauntering around with no objective, so soon enough, they collapsed back onto Este’s sofa. She lazily put something random on the telly and sprawled her legs across Matty’s lap—laying down while he sat upward. Rhythmic circles were traced onto the skin right above her ankles by his fingertips as they happily relaxed in the privilege of doing nothing, but together. The lack of plans helped them appreciate every minute passing; how they somehow seemed to pass by slower and feel sweeter as they sat in each other’s company.
In need of the toilet, Este forced herself to leave the nestled position they’d spent the recent hours in. The chill enveloping Matty after her body warmth was no longer draped across him made him frown. But, she came back quickly, and wasn’t even gone long enough to need to ask him what she’d missed on the episode of Bake Off that flashed on her TV screen.
Returning to Matty and the sofa, she decided to sit on top of him. Her knees were on either side of his hips. He smirked at her forward and suddenly bold demeanour as his hands found themselves on Este’s arse. They were comfortable there.
“Have a good wee?” Matty asked with a laugh.
“Yeah, great actually. Thanks.” Her fingers combed through the long and shaggy section of his hair, near the front, to part it down the centre and tuck the curls behind his ears. Seeing more of his face was the goal in her action. “You look pretty.” she repeated, from earlier. Matty’s smirk morphed into a closed-mouth smile at the sound of her niceties.
“I feel pretty with you on top of me.” he retaliated, suspending the suggestive mood she initiated.
Este’s hands remained on either side of his neck when he brought her lips down to meet his. They moved against one another delicately, but both wanted more. It was only a matter of time before the lust between them escalated the heat of the moment. So, she deepened their kiss, pulling Matty in closer and shifting her hips to feel more of him and humming in the process. She winced when his nose brushed against hers and her fresh piercing, but it didn’t stop her.
The friction she created over his bulge made him groan. He pinched the skin at her waist with greed as his hands crept beneath her top. It only encouraged Este to continue with her fluid movements, his pants growing tighter.
As much as Matty wanted to revel in the pleasure of his girl hovering above him—one of his favourite places for her to be—he considered the fact that it was her birthday. Her day. The thought made him want to try something new.
“Can I make you feel good?” he whispered, breaking their lips apart for air and to squeeze his question into the muggy air.
She nodded against him, beginning to climb off of his lap to lay on her back; assuming Matty wanted to go down on her. But, he stopped her before she could. Instead, he just sat up straighter, nearer to the edge of the cushion beneath them, and used his hands to position her straddle over only one of his legs. He wanted Este to ride his thigh.
They didn’t bother taking off any of their clothes. His hands guided her back and forth, her eyes fluttering shut in indulgence as the seam of her shorts and the pressure of his leg pressed against her clit. She bit back a moan with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“Let me hear you, E.” encouraged Matty. Obliging, the next roll of her hips dragged a string of profanity out of her throat. “That’s better.”
The tightness in her lower stomach grew. Hot breath cycled between them as they breathed through their mouths during the lulls that found their lips no longer tangled together. Este could feel his hard-on when the top of her thigh came forward to graze it, growing wetter and closer to her climax by the second. She was a mess, and putty in Matty’s hands.
His eyes were glued to her. The way she moved and moaned his name with determination drove him insane, and made it hard for him to ignore the throbbing in his pants. Her face dropped into his neck, scratching at his skin softly with her teeth as she whined.
“Harder,” Este muttered, clearly getting close. He listened to her command and used his hands to bring her heat along his leg with aggression. The increased force made her cry out into him, head still hidden beneath his jaw.
Matty let her moans heighten in pitch, feeling her start to shake against him. But, suddenly, his hands slowed down her movements. “No,” he told her, “Not yet.”
Cruelly, he deprived her of the feeling she was chasing. A gentler and slower pace continued, much to Este’s dismay, as she quietly begged for more.
“Matty, please,” fell from her lips with desperation.
In response, he began building up the pressure, but at a snail’s pace. Her hips buckled forward in attempts for any pleasure she could get.
“Ask me one more time, baby.”
Her thick hair fell around her face, sticking to her sweaty skin as her head spun. “I need to come. Please, let me,” she forced out to him between her heavy breathing, and as soon as Matty heard her words, he tightened his grip and encouraged her hips to move faster. The sudden boom of resistance on her sensitive core drew more noises from her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Este could almost see stars. Only a couple seconds of him grinding her against him and uttering filth into her ear finally brought her to her orgasm, the convulsed muscles in her abdomen releasing their pressure. A wet patch soaked through her shorts and onto Matty’s when she moaned his name. The two of them slowed to a stop to catch their breath and kiss hungrily once more. A giddy expression couldn’t be wiped from her face if she tried.
When she gained a bit of her composure back, still sat on Matty’s lap, she took note of the almost concerning amount of sweat that encompassed their skin and the now dirty clothing they were wearing. “I think I need a shower,” Este decided.
Matty scoffed. “You’re going to leave and take a shower? When this is what you did to me?” he pointed to his crotch in disbelief. He was painfully hard.
Giggling and with a shrug, she responded, “Then come with.”
--- 2 July, 2019
That night, they washed the perspiration off of each other (after the shower head Este promised) and threw on comfy clothes. Both exhausted, they planned on climbing into her bed—but when Matty caught The Goonies popping up on the TV out in the lounge, they ended up staying awake.
Not for much longer, though. They must have only seen ten minutes of the cult classic film before dozing off and spending the night with their jumbled limbs squished together on the sofa. Aching muscles were a theme of the morning that followed.
It was reasonably early when they woke. Matty remembered to wish Este happy birthday the minute he learned she was conscious, showering her face in playful pecks. She didn’t want to do anything more with her day though, and thought yesterday was kind enough for him to plan. A quiet day in with Matty by her side was what she wanted. So they did exactly that, and stayed round her flat to do more nothings. It was peaceful. It was needed.
The annoying thing was that Este didn’t allow him to smoke in the house. When it was a joint, cracking a window was fine—as she frequently did so herself—but she forced him to take his cigarettes outside. As Matty needed another one, she followed him down, to soak up all of him she could get.
But, in the back of her mind, Este knew she was looking for a moment to be serious with him. Have a conversation about what had been fogging her conscience since he surprised her at Greenhouse the previous day.
Leaning against the wall of her building while he took a drag next to her, she mustered up the courage.
“So,” she started quietly, “Do you see other people?”
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(Author's note: This takes place in December of 2001, which is the same year canonically that PN1 was. And since PN2 was a few days after PN1, there's no need for a timeskip! This is specifically celebrating Sankta Lucia day, a celebration I used to take part in with my Step-Grandfather. While not swedish or italian myself, he was from sweden and celebrated with the scandanavian club where he lived in the states. I wanted to take the time to think about characters celebrating Sankta Lucia day, and with the International part of Psychonauts I figured, why not explore different holidays?)
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Lili woke up only with the sun, and she slept when the sun went down. On most days. Sure, she was waking up "late" today due to the sunrise, but it still rose at 6:50 am on the dot. The sky was already a lovely purple and she still had plenty of time before she needed to get ready for night time festivities.
December was WILD in the Motherlobe. So many agents coming in and out and different holidays spent different ways.
The Menorah was in the Atrium first and foremost, brought in during the latter-half of November.
The Christmas Tree went up on the First of December.
Same with the shoes to prepare for St. Nicholas's Day.
The Kinara was up a week after the Christmas tree.
She might not have been good with geography, but someone would burn if they assumed that Lili wasn't "cultured." Her mother may or may not have an issue with it, but normally Lili got to spend all of her time at the Motherlobe due to her SAD affecting her moods.
She made sure to bring out her dress for tonight's festivities. White, a color she normally didn't wear, with a red ribbon belt. Lili put it on to make sure it could still fit. She stuck her tongue out a bit as she measured her limbs. A bit short for her arms, but she could make it work.
"You know, you don't have to put that on until tonight." Truman told her.
She scoffed, almost sounding like a hiss. "I know dad. Just checking it. We'll need a new one next year."
"Next year? Not this year? Because you know I'm willing to go out and-"
Lili groaned. "I don't want to dress shop for another plain white robe dress today, dad."
"Alright, my little Pumpkin." Truman walked away, letting Lili put on her other clothes for the day.
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Lili hadn't expected Raz's return from the mission this early, but she wasn't complaining. She nearly tackled him as he was staring at the menorah, five of the candles already lit.
He squeezed her tight. "Missed you, too."
She gave a tighter squeeze before letting go.
Raz began to walk, grabbing Lili's hand for the two to leave the atrium.
"How'd the mission go?" Lili asked.
Raz smiled. "Pretty good. Despite the fact we had to kind of rush it."
"Rush it?"
Raz rubbed the back of his neck. "Mom would kill me if I missed Lucia night."
"Wait, you celebrate that, too?"
"Not really on my dad's side, but mom's side." Raz explained.
"Oh! Well that's great cause we're setting up for our Sankta Lucia celebration!"
"You do that?"
"Yeah! That's why we have the candelabras framing the Christmas tree, duh!"
"I get the candles, but candelabras?"
"No, the Motherlobe tries to celebrate as many holidays as we can to include other psychics and their cultures. I'm a genuine Carmen Sandiego!"
"Carmen Sandiego knows maps, not cultures."
Lili froze at that. "Oh, shut up!"
Raz burst into laughter. "I knew it, you haven't played the games yet!"
"Shut up or I'll punch you!"
Raz giggled. "I don't think I can stop laughter on command, Lili."
Lili huffed, eyebrows furrowing. She got a thought that made her face relax a bit, only to get a devious smirk. "No, you have others that can get you to laugh, though."
"What do you mean?"
Lili raised her other hand, making a single wave of her fingers.
Raz stared, seemed to get it, then bolted towards the Artifacts closet.
"C'mere, Raz!" Lili jeered. The two ran in, Lili chasing Raz only through the beginning part. The space may have been cramped, but he was slippery and able to jump high. Lili could focus just enough and-
A purple TK hand grabbed Raz by the collar. "Hey, no TK hands! That's che-heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!"
Lili only had to pinch the skin behind his knee to get him to squeal. "All is fair in love and war, Razputin." Lili told him with a teasing tone.
"Stahahahahahahahap!"
Lili did so, letting Raz drop.
"Mean." He accused.
Lili's face dropped and Raz quickly got up.
"Sorry, sorry. Bad joke." He hugged her.
Lili huffed. "Really bad."
He turned his head slightly, pressing a closed mouth kiss onto her neck. "I love you."
Lili squeezed him. "Love you, too."
The two settled, taking seats on top of boxes.
"You should come to our Lucia celebration." Lili told Raz.
"Really? Mom's... really particular-"
"It's fun and easy. All the kids and some teens get to go and dress up, away from some of the boring adult parts, and then we come in dressed up with candles. Well, you're a boy so you'd have a giant star you wave around instead of a real candle."
"Ah, so I'd be the star of the show?"
Lili elbowed him in the ribs.
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Lili took in a shaky breath. She was trying to steady her nerves, like Helmut usually did. Usually, it would be the oldest girl playing Lucia, but Lili hadn't expected such a low turnout of kids. Probably cause of Coach's-
"Lili?" Her best friend, Dogen, was by her side. He was dressed in the little Starboy uniform. "You look like you're gonna be sick."
"Sick!? Sick!? I'm not sick I can't be sick!"
"Sure you can. Everyone gets sick once 'n a while."
"No, I can't be sick for Lucia Night!"
"You sure...?"
"Yeah. I'm not gonna be sick."
"...you're gonna sing tonight, right?"
"Yes I'm supposed to sing tonight thank you for reminding me Dogen." Lili said in one breath.
"Oh, you're scared about it, huh?"
"I wasn't supposed to be the one singing this until I was 14 Dogen! I'm 10!"
"So you are scared?"
"I'm worried. I don't want to mess this up."
"So why don't you ask someone else to do it?"
"Because people will get mad, Dogen. Sankta Lucia has been done a very specific way all this time-"
"I'm here!" Raz's voice suddenly said. "Is there any costumes I can get into?"
"Yes, darling!" Milla's voice rang, "we have plenty still."
Lili felt her anxiety spike. Her palms and face were sweaty.
"Lili?"
"I'M FINE." Lili snapped. "Sorry, Dogen. I just..." She let out a breath.
"It's okay... It's okay to be worried."
"I just don't want to mess up in front of everyone. Let alone including Raz and his family in that crowd."
"You sing good though."
Lili sighed with a mix of exasperation and admiration for her friend's support. "Thank you for that comment Dogen but my nerves are still on the fritz."
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Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 2
CHAPTER 2: "라랄라랄라라 부르는 노래"
Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07
MASTERLIST
Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Character
Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)
Summary: Kim Seokjin really knows how to ruffle my feathers. I was happy with my mundane life. What gave him the right to disrupt that???
Status: Complete
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After the destruction of my laptop yesterday, I spent the entire night going over my many backups and recreating everything I had prepared. Thankfully, because I was so neurotic, I had 90% of my presentation backed up in three different outlets. The other 10% I knew by heart due to the numerous times I had gone over them. It took most of the night to put it all together using my crappy old computer that I thankfully never threw away.
Jin was extremely apologetic. My anger towards him had been pretty evident; however, it didn't last long. Seeing the color drain from his face at knowing what happened to my laptop, I couldn't stay angry. Well, for too long. I was definitely short with him as I gathered everything up, insisting I needed to hurry home to salvage as much as I could.
Jin's face only turned horrified when he discovered I had a big presentation the next day. He followed me all the way to the front lobby, begging me to tell him how he could help. Even Taehyung had mentioned they had an IT team that might be able to help. However, he seemed to forget that it was after hours and most of their staff had left for the day.
I tried to ignore Jin's sad, puppy face. His emotions didn't matter at the moment—my career did. I informed him for the final time I didn't need his help and rushed home.
Once I was alone, I turned off my phone, knowing my cousin and sister weren't going to stop pestering me.
I managed to finish everything a little after midnight and took the next three hours further prepping. I usually left for work at 7 in the morning, so after a quick shower, I slept.
However, I missed my alarm and ended up waking up well after 9AM. My presentation was at 10:30AM. It took 30 minutes to get to work and I would need another 30 minutes to physically set everything up.
At lightning speed I got ready and triple checked I brought all the materials I needed.
I was so late, I rushed past security after swapping my keycard onto the keypad with a half-assed greeting. The guards I usually chatted with were calling out to me, but I couldn't stop. I felt so rude doing it, but I had to hurry and set up my presentation.
As I arrived at my area, my team and I kicked it into high gear. I very quickly gave out orders, seeing I was the manager for this presentation. I threw the stuff I didn't need onto my desk, only taking my computer and coffee with me.
Having no time to do my daily morning routine where I would sit down at my desk and get organized, my team hustled into the conference room.
Because I was so neurotic and I had prepared so much, I managed to get through the presentation splendidly. My boss' proud face informed me my team had done a great job. It was a wonderful feeling that I honestly forgot the horrific event that had occurred the day before.
Around noon, I finally headed to my cubicle with a sandwich in hand. Normally, I had lunch at the café with my coworkers, but I needed to get through emails I missed this morning.
As I set down my food, something caught my eye. It was a white box with a bow and note attached to it.
Confused by this, I took hold of the envelope and opened it to read the message inside:
"For the 1,000,000th time, I am incredibly sorry for my stupidity yesterday. I will personally apologize to your boss for anything you may have lost in that computer. Please, allow me the opportunity to make it up to you. Here is a replacement for the one I destroyed. To reach me, you know who to ask. Once again, I'm incredibly sorry."
There was no signature on the card, but there didn't need to be; I knew who it was from.
I set down the card and opened the box. Inside was the latest model of a computer I really wanted. The destroyed laptop was not by any means old or of bad quality. But it definitely wasn't the best out there. I struggled a few times with it, but never to the point that it never got the job done. However, that didn't mean it was my first choice. I always wanted a higher quality computer, but couldn't afford it.
This sweet gesture of Jin really tugged at my heartstrings.
Setting aside the new laptop, I went to check on my emails. As much as I wanted to explore my new toy, I needed to keep in mind I was at work. Tomorrow was Friday, so I had all weekend to play.
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I was so engulfed with work that I completely missed the many messages coming from my cousin. It wasn't until after I clocked out and got to the front lobby that I noticed.
One of the security said my name just as I clicked 'Call' on my cousin's name.
"There was someone looking for you, miss!" the security called out as I continued to walk.
I didn't hear him clearly because right at that moment, my cousin answered the call. "I'm sorry, sir! It's been quite the day! I'll talk to you tomorrow!" I made a mental note to bring him breakfast tomorrow morning to make up for my rude behavior today. I gave a quick bow and rushed out.
"What happened?" I asked my cousin.
"Is there a way you're able to come to my work?" she sounded so rushed.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, worried.
"I really need help taking some stuff home and I'm here until late. Are you free?"
There was an internal struggle. Going to my cousin's work meant that there was a probability of bumping into Jin. And I just didn't know if I was mentally prepared for that. I hadn't acted very well after the incident yesterday. It had been an honest mistake and I handled it poorly. Then there was the fact that he had bought me a new computer. It was morethan compensated for my destroyed one.
However, I knew I had to suck it up. My cousin needed help and I needed to brush aside whatever feelings I had. "Yeah," I answered my cousin. "I can be there in 30 minutes."
"Ok. I might be held back a little while longer, but I'll see if you can hang out in the café for a bit while you wait for me."
I hung up on my cousin and headed to her.
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I ended up needing to wait for my cousin for over an hour. I didn't mind; I had my new toy to keep me entertained.
Right as the program I used for work finished installing, I took notice of the message my cousin had sent me a few minutes ago. She gave me directions on how to get to her.
Gathering my things, I made my way to where she was. Once getting to her floor, I informed her I arrived.
COUSIN: Go to the very last room at the end of the hall.
Getting to the last room, I opened the door. Upon entering, I found an empty room—save the desk and chairs and a tall, handsome guy.
Right at the center of the room, Jin immediately bowed at my presence, greeting me in the politest form.
I was a goddamn sucker for manners, so my knees almost buckled. I brushed aside the stupid butterflies in my stomach and greeted him back in the same form.
He stood straight up, the perfect posture only accenting his beautiful features. His chin looked more chiseled, his shoulders looked sharper, his Adam's apple was more prominent, and his height was lengthened. How the hell did he look so masculine as well as beautiful? What the actual fuck???
His gorgeous looks only made me feel a bit insecure about myself. I was glad I looked more presentable than yesterday. Because of my presentation at work, I actually looked good-looking. I would even say "pretty" since I had a good amount of makeup on.
The gorgeous man began to speak, "How did the presentation go?" His voice was a little shaky and his face was a bit off-colored.
Giving a small smile, I gave a confident answer, "Very well. Couldn't have gone better."
"Really?" he asked, his face softening.
I nodded, my smile widening. "My boss wants to meet with me tomorrow. I'm confident I'll be getting that promotion."
His lips gave a wide smile, making his cheeks rise, and his eyes became endearing slits. I could still see plenty of his brown eyes as they twinkled at me. "It makes me happy hearing that. I also want to thank you for coming. Sorry, I had you wait over an hour, but I just finished with work. And I apologize for using your cousin to get you here."
Now it made sense. He and my cousin had planned for this. I had to admit that I wasn't upset with my cousin at all. Being in the presence of such a creature, I couldn't be angry.
"I asked your cousin if she could convince you to get here. I would have preferred to come to you, but I didn't have access to your department. I tried. When I arrived, I noticed that there was security and the only way to enter was through using a key card—which I don't have. And security, obviously, wouldn't let me in without one."
"You went to my work?" I asked, taken aback.
"Did you not get the laptop?" he asked, looking just as lost as I felt.
"I did, but I figured you mailed it there."
He shook his head. "Oh, I tried to mail it to you but I couldn't overnight it and I didn't have your physical floor or cubicle number. The only way to get it to you was to hand-deliver it to you at work. I waited in the lobby for thirty minutes, but you didn't come. So, I decided to chance it and gave it to security. They said they would give it to a coworker so they could place it at your desk. I don't think he recognized me—he was older—and informed me he knew you and would make sure it got to your desk. I had an early meeting, so I couldn't stay long."
The security man who had been trying to get my attention first thing in the morning and right as I left the front lobby immediately came to mind. He was the one I had been rude to all day. Knowing he had been involved in getting Jin's gift to me only made me want to get breakfast for him for an entire month.
"I received it and I thank you very much for it," I said, giving him another bow of gratitude. Then, I swallowed my pride and apologized for my rude behavior.
"Oh, you were not rude at all," Jin said instantly, walking a little closer to me. "You had every right to be upset."
"Maybe, but that doesn't excuse the looks I know I must have given you. My sister and cousin have made comments about I can have an icy look when I get upset," I said, keeping my head down in shame.
There was a light chuckle that came out of him. "It definitely sent a chill down my spine when you looked at me like that, but I couldn't help but see how cute it was."
I looked up, finding his brown, sparkling eyes, and frowned. "Cute?"
There was a light blush on his cheeks as our eyes met. He looked down, appearing slightly shy. "You were definitely scary, but, yes, definitely cute."
I didn't know how to respond, being taken aback.
I wasn't clueless. It was pretty evident through his actions that Jin had taken a liking to me. What was so confusing was why that was. Don't get me wrong, I didn't suffer from low-self esteem. I knew my worth. I knew I was pretty awesome. My personality and skills more than made up for my physical appearance. However, I had never had a guy that looked like him be interested in me. It was certainly throwing me off.
Jin let out a shaky breath. "I was wondering if you would allow me to make it up to you."
"Well, you more than have," I said. "That computer is of higher quality and higher priced than my last one."
He looked to be struggling with something. "I was hoping of doing a little more than that...."
My heart began to quicken because I think I knew where this was going. God, I hope I was wrong.
"Maybe taking you to dinner?" he gave me one of his soft smiles.
Shit. There was no way I could do this. Going out on a date with a damn Ken doll would surely affect my self-esteem. There was no way I was doing that to myself. "There's really no need," I insisted. "The computer, again, is more than enough. Thank you."
There was a shift in Jin's demeanor. He stood a little straighter and one of his eyes half closed in a flirty type of way. His damn lip even lifted up to half a smirk as he took a few more steps to me; we were now only about a foot away from each other.
I wanted nothing more than to take several steps back to create a wider gap between us. My damn feet were stuck like glue, though. Even my breath was caught in my chest again. Fuck, I was screwed.
"How about a dinner as a congratulations for the new position at your job?" he asked, his voice low and buttery.
"I haven't been given it yet. Maybe I won't." My voice was incredibly shaky, it was embarrassing.
Judging by how his smile was widening, he was enjoying my physical reaction. I had a strong feeling he was going to use it to his advantage. "Well, if you don't then I would like to take you out to dinner as another apology. The computer was to replace your old one. If you don't get the promotion, then that's my fault. I need to righten my mistakes. The least I can do if you don't get that position is take you on several, long dates to make up for it."
"So, if I get it then it'll only be one date?" I asked with hope. I was positive about getting the promotion and I think my brain could handle one date.
He let out a scoff that sounded sexy as fuck. "No, if you get the promotion, then we need several, long dinners to celebrate."
He was getting closer, his face still was at a respectable distance, but his entire essence was wrapping around mine. Shit, shit, shit!
"Hyung, there you are," came a voice from behind us.
It was like someone had shaken me awake. My body turned around to find a young, tall, and cute-looking guy standing by the door.
He was way too young, but I bet plenty who were about a decade younger than me would find him completely appealing. He probably had plenty of young girls at his feet.
His eyes met mine and he gave a sweet smile. He gave me a polite greeting. "Hello. My name is Jungkook."
I gave a greeting back and introduced myself.
Jungkook's round eyes turned to Jin. "We gotta go. Vans are waiting."
Jin nodded. "Right." He turned to me, his smile returning. "Do you want me to send a car to your home or work?" he asked, confidently.
"You really don't have to," I said, hoping I was still able to get out of it.
"But I want to," he said with finality. "So, your place or work?"
I didn't know what to answer with. My head was screaming at me to reject him, but my damn mouth wasn't listening.
"That's alright. I'll send you a car to your home. That way you have time to get ready." He took out his phone and did something in it. Quickly after, he put his phone away. "Be ready at 8. Nothing fancy. We can keep it casual." With a half-smile and a wink, he turned away and walked to the door, where Jungkook was.
Jungkook looked incredibly entertained, a wide smile on him and a small giggle coming out of him. "Is this her?" I'm not sure if he realized his volume.
Jin waved at him, signaling him to shut up as he pushed him out of the room.
Jungkook let out another giggle and left with Jin.
After a long moment of not moving, my body finally reacted. I took out my phone, more than ready to call my cousin to yell at her.
However, as soon as I looked at my phone, I noticed a message from an unknown contact that I received just a moment ago.
UNKNOWN: Save my number. I'll message you when the car is waiting for you outside your place.
How in the hell?!
I rushed to the door and looked down the hall. Jin and Jungkook were several doors down, talking and laughing amongst themselves.
"How did you get my number?" I called out, flabbergasted as I held onto my cell phone. There was no way my cousin would have given it to him...right?? Did she also give him my home address?!
But he didn't look back. He continued to walk with confidence.
Jungkook turned to me, took a look at my phone, and let out a laugh. He gave Jin a pat on the shoulder. "Smooth."
Even from where I was standing, I could tell Jin had a wide smile on his face.
I wasn't the type to get swooned so easily. And I had never said yes to a date with a guy I didn't even know. But somehow, this World Wide Handsome fellow was pulling me in and even this kid, Jungkook, could see it.
And I hated him.
Hated him for his charms.
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supernatural s8e5 blood brother (w. ben edlund)
let's see what sort of bad takes i can have today!
SAM
I don't know, Dean. I mean, you did try to kill his mother.
DEAN
I was trying to kill Crowley, okay? Who happened to be wearing Kevin's mother at the time. Well, there's a difference.
SAM
Apparently not to Kevin. Oh, I know. Maybe because – oh, yeah – it's his mother.
i'm here for the bickering but not whatever replacement-wife-dog drama is actually going on underneath
benny feeling like ruby 3.0 (meg briefly held 2.0)
DEAN
Hey, the trail is dead, but the room is paid for. You got some research to do, and I got some personal crap I got to take care of. That's all.
SAM
What does that mean – "personal"?
DEAN
Did you have a stroke? Vocabulary? Personal, as in my own grown-up personal – I don't know – crap.
SAM
Damn it –
DEAN
What, Sam? Last I counted, you took a year off from the job. I need a day.
the affront at dean having something private, which they're the ones that have surrendered their privacy in order to be insane about each other, and when they start hiding things everything goes to shit. sigh
objectively, i can only imagine the bond dean would have made with benny after being basically in war with him for a year without breaks. like lifetime, cumulatively, spent time in the trenches fighting with sam even might be less than the amount of time they're telling us he and benny were killin stuff together, so i'm gonna give that.
of course doesn't deal with the conflict caused by failure to communicate with sam which truly is evergreen
BENNY
Oh, your work here is done, Dean. You already saved the day. You know, I got my, uh, deal, and you got – what'd you call it? A family business?
yes, that's it. family business!
CASTIEL
Well, I think we're clear for the moment. It does present a curious curl in the metaphysics, doesn't it? If you murder a monster in monster heaven, where does it go?
great minds
DEAN
Listen to me, you undead blood junkie, I'm the one with the mojo. I'm the one with the plan. Cas... we're gonna shove your ass back through the eye of that needle if it kills all three of us.
BENNY
Obviously, I'm less than comfortable with that.
fair, benny, fair
these prompts for sam's little flashbacks are so goofy. i am going to sit outside and use my laptop boop boop. oh, an ice machine..... 🎶 memory, all alone in the moonlight 🎶
remember when it was cheerfully bright while also a little hazy, and i had a dog? and i fixed things for a living? and was normal?? dreamy
BENNY
Boarded, burned, and buried at sea. My nest – that's how we fed… How we always fed. We kept a tight little fleet, maybe a half-dozen boats. Nothing ostentatious, just pleasure craft. I must have circled the Americas ten times during my tour. A few of us would act as stringers and patrol the harbors, looking for the right-size target – fat, rich yachts going to far-off ports.
they said eat the rich 💁
DEAN
Vampire pirates? That's what you guys are? Vampirates.
BENNY
You know, all the years we ran together, I can't believe nobody ever thought of that.
DEAN
What do you mean? It's like the third thing you say.
BENNY
No, it isn't.
dean bringing the awkward as ever
BENNY
Anyway…our father – he was a jealous god. He kept the family together but kept us apart from the rest of the world, always at sea. I always did what was best for the nest… till I met her.
fits right in with the family, daddy issues all around
deleting the text before sending it to sam 😔 so close and yet so far
hey, benny's lady was in the expanse
the expanse s1e6 rock bottom - athena karkanis as octavia muss
SAM
A friend? Dean, you don't have any – all your friends are dead.
DEAN
That's not what I called to talk about!
they're kind of hamming it up but it's just sad. everything about this
SAM (on phone)
I get the separate-lives thing, but this is a hunting thing, and we need to find that line –
separate lives since when
BENNY’S MAKER
But she meant everything to you. If that's all I could salvage from my wayward son – the woman he defied his maker for – I wanted someone to remember you by.
lol wayward son
AMELIA
You come from nowhere, you appear to be going nowhere, and you've, quote, "seen a lot of stitches." It's all pretty solid creepy.
that was cute but there's something about how she's playing this that gives me strong natalie portman in garden state vibes? is she manic pixie dream girling? it's weirding me out.
AMELIA
I used to – have someone, I mean. But that's over now. It's gone. You know what that's like, don't you?
maybe so!!
and now sam's freakin out because dean's in trouble and he's not there to help, so is this when he learns the lesson that he actually does want to stay with dean? since the almost-heart-ripped-out incident wasn't enough. oh, not if benny and dean take care of things and sam's got no saving the day to do. may get to hear the 'go hunt with benny instead' argument after all
music swells after dean kills benny's monster lady, okay. benny sounding ready to die, okay.. flashback meteors of black goo shapeshift into dumbass leviathan okaayyy
that was a nice effect with the little slowmo going for a weapon, dean shaking his head, situation defused
BENNY
I can see you two have a lot to talk about.
dean's in troouuble. if you want sam to stay with you, you can't be hiding stuff, man.
#supernatural#spnwatch#spn 8x05#benny lafitte#amelia richardson#spnhiky#hiky#the expanse#athena karkanis#amelia from garden state
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Besides the obvious orchid-related topics do the Byakuya/Hisana couple have other things that they like to do together? And for something different, what might it look like if Hisana had gotten the chance to meet Ichika and/or be involved in Rukia's love life/marriage/etc?
My headcanon about Byakuya and Hisana’s marriage is that a) Hisana was already sick when they got married and they were both aware that she was not in it for the long haul, but b) she was still very mobile and able to do a lot in the first years of their marriage.
I like to think Hisana was a more social person than Byakuya, and I also think she liked being rich, so a lot of their early days involved dressing up fancy and going to parties and galas. I, personally, am pretty uncomfortable in social situations by myself, but my husband is very personable and it makes a huge difference, and I think Byakuya would feel this way too-- that for the first time in his life, he likes going out and talking to people, even if it’s just a thinly veiled excuse to show off his beautiful wife and listen to her sparkling wit. While Hisana may caused a lot of mixed feelings in Byakuya’s family, I think she was very charismatic, and there were genuinely people she was able to charm (she was also barely-reformed con artist and was loved playing mind games with people).
Byakuya knows What’s Good in Life, and he also loved showing all of it to Hisana-- theater, fine dining, trips to the lake house. He wanted to make up for everything she didn’t get early in life and more.
At home, I think they were people who both had their own projects, but enjoyed working quietly in parallel, intersecting paths sometimes. Hisana liked to draw, primarily botanical illustrations, and she also liked to paint, flower and landscapes. Byakuya likes write poetry, and do calligraphy and to draw his weird fucking cartoons. I am standing by my assertion that Hisana had her own seaweed-based OC and they would tell little stories about Wakame Taishi and Hijiki-sama’s adventures together. One of my very niche Byakuya headcanons is that he really likes to sing, but does not feel like it’s appropriate for a clan head (he is not supposed to entertain, he is supposed to be entertained). Hisana also liked to sing, even if her voice wasn’t always up for it, and she spent some time learning to play the shamisen, and they used to make music together, just for the two of them.
I do not care if anyone else thinks this is out of character, but I think Byakuya spent a lot of time by her bedside in the later days. The man has a tremendous ability to just sit peacefully and exist, which is not something everyone can do. I think he read to her, mostly poetry, but anything she requested. Byakuya is not a person to ever take over a duty that a servant should rightfully be doing, but he knew which foods she would want, depending on how she was feeling. He kept track of her various blankets and jackets and socks. I think he really put aside the other aspects of his life to be with her in every way possible.
ENOUGH SAD STUFF!
For the other half of the question: I have written quite a few Hisana-based AUs now, and the one thing they all have in common is that Hisana is very pro-Renji. I am very interested in the curious negative space relationship that Hisana and Renji have on each other. Renji likely would never have met Rukia (or at least wouldn’t have had the same relationship with her) if Hisana hadn’t left her behind, but also, Rukia ended up being taken away from him because of Hisana, except that, in a Hisana Lives AU, I feel like he can’t be 100% mad at that because Renji doesn’t begrudge anyone loving Rukia. In a Hisana Lives AU, I feel like she would feel tremendous gratitude to Renji for having cared for and about Rukia in the wake of her abandonment-- that Renji did the job Hisana was supposed to, and that she would want to do whatever possible to enable their relationship.
I also like to write Hisana as a nosy meddler who pesters Rukia about her love life, because Rukia is naturally so closed-off and stoic and this is how sisters are.
It depends on the AU a lot, but I tend to think that even if Hisana had lived, it’s unlikely that she would be able to have children, so I think she might naturally have some difficult feelings about her sister having a child. That being said, I think she would try really hard not to let them show (Rukia would know) and she and Byakuya would be at least four times as ridiculous as a team than Uncle Byakuya is by himself.
#hisana kuchiki#byakuya kuchiki#rukia kuchiki#renji abarai#ichika abarai#i got like seven asks in a row a while ago that could all...basically be answered by reading my fanfiction?#and i know i have written a lot of fanfiction and i don't expect people to read all of it#but that is why it's taken me so long to get thru these#anyway if you like these answers i cannot recommend enough simply....reading my fanfic#i put a lot of work into it and it's pretty good
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ASOS; Steel and Snow: 15 JON II (pages 202-219)
Jon counts the giants, enjoys the latest songfic interlude, then has to answer some hard questions as Mance's scouts discover the aftermath of the Epilogue at the Fist.
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"Big enough for you?" Snowflakes speckled Tormund's broad face, melting in his hair and beard.
gentle like a lover's kiss ahem. sorry, I just came from some pure, 300% crack fic in another fandom, my brain is... I might need a moment. Just got to remind myself Tormund is older, and Jon is younger, than their show counterparts.
... yep, that seems to have worked, I think the giggle-brain is off. We'll see if it stays that way.
In Old Nan's stories, giants were outsized men who lived in colossal castles, (...) These were something else, more bearlike than human, and as wooly as the mammoths they rode. Seated it was hard to say how big they turly were. Ten feet tall maybe, or twelve, Jon thought. Maybe fourteen, but no taller. Their sloping chests might have passed for those of men, but their arms hung down too far, and their lower torsos looked half again as wide as their upper. Their legs were shorter than their arms, but very thick, and they wore no boots at all; their feet were broad splayed things, hard and horny and black. Neckless, their huge heavy heads thrust forward from between their shoulder blades, and their faces were squashed and brutal. Rats' eyes no larger than beads were almost lost within folds of horny flesh, but they snuffled constantly, smelling as much as they saw.
They're not wearing skins, Jon realized. That's hair. (...) And Joramun blew the Horn of Winter, and woke the giants from the earth. (...) The song never says if the horn can put them back to sleep.
Huh. GRRM gave us something so alien, something ancient and primal, and D&D gave us... well:
A more handsome Qui-gon Jin in skins. (Went looking for Wun Wun reference pictures and made myself sad. It's okay, they only killed him off in the show because they didn't want to use their budget for the cg needed to paste him into the shots. he's fine. don't tell me if he's not. Let me have this.)
D&D suck at their job = 🍷
... hmmm... Horn of Winter = 🥛
I am a man of the Night's Watch, he reminded himself. So why did he feel like some blushing maid.
He spent most of his days in Ygritte's company, and most nights as well.
...
Lately, though, he was noticing some other things. When she grinned, the crooked teeth didn't seem to matter. And maybe her eyes were too far apart, but they were a pretty blue-grey color, and lively as any eyes he knew. Sometimes she sang in a low husky voice that stirred him. And sometimes by the cookfire when she sat hugging her knees with the flames waking echoes in her red hair, and looked at him, just smiling... well, that stirred some things as well.
But he was a man of the Night's Watch, her had taken a vow.
So at the moment, it does seem like his lack of interest is more about the vow, than actual lack of interest, but, at the same time, it's never going to be that simple because Jon is undercover, and any relationship between them would be under false pretenses, with possible Stockholm flavouring on the side.
(Stockholm Syndrome isn't real, but you all know what I mean when I say it.
Clarifying that: apparently Stockholm Syndrome was originally invented to discredit a woman (a bank teller) after a bank hold up, during which time the only person with any power over the event who wasn't (effectively) fully prepared for her to die in the event, was one of the bank robbers. The "negotiation expert" who had a psych background and had actually made everything worse every time he opened his mouth, invented what would later come to be called Stockholm Syndrome, because she (the bank teller) tried to tell the world he sucked at his job.
As far as I know, it's not really a recognised thing in the psych field itself, you only really see it bandied about with cops and feds and the like.
That said, humans really will attempt to pack bond with anything, even under duress, and even subconsciously. Alpha Male Swag Bros, miss me with your Lone Wolf Bullshit.)
Although, while we're on the subject:
Hey Robb! Look how easy it is to keep it in your pants for a vow.
I know, I know, he was emotionally compromised, I'm being mean to him. Too mean, especially given... future relationship evolution. That, may or may not, go on to seal his doom. and the doom of his entire faction.
Varamyr Sixskins, a small mouse of a man whose steed was a savage white snow bear that stood thirteen feet tall on its hind legs. And wherever the bear and Varamyr went three wolves and a shadowcat came following.
"Sixskins" because he can warg into the skins of five animals? So he has six skins including his human skin? Pokemon, gotta wear 'em all.
If that is the case, I've got to wonder if being the recipient of a warg changes the subtle nature and awareness of the animal for the five creatures to be ... well maybe not safe for public, but tamed enough I suppose.
... Jon's making a good point, Mance's warriors being spread out means they have no solid defense anywhere along the train, but, given that it's a refugee caravan in reality, it's actually pretty smart to spread the warriors out.
It ensures that where ever a threat comes from, there will be someone close by to respond quickly, and given everything, the only things around that could cut through the host quickly and violently enough to make the warriors pointless no matter how closely group they are, would be maybe the Watch, but more likely: The Others and their Wights.
"Ooooooh, I am the last of the giants, my people are gone from the earth."
oh.
The video I grabbed Wun Wun screenshots from was set to this song. I'm not crying. you're crying. Okay, It's me. I'm crying.
Gosh, I was literally just listening to this song and I was thinking "fuck this slaps, came straight for my feels, this has to be a fan song right? specifically written for this? It's too perfect not to be."
and it was GRRM! He wrote it!
... and D&D fucking cut it from the show like it meant nothing. They cut so much of the music from the show, like the books have had at least two, three songfic chapters by now, plus there's been, what? a dozen references to music going on in the background of various scenes, music and song is so present in A Song of Ice and Fire, you'd think D&D would have kept more of it. Oh, but I guess singing is boring when you can shove in more blood spray and cool sword action.
D&D suck at their job = 🥛
There were tears on Ygritte's face when the song ended.
"Why are you weeping?" Jon asked. "It was only a song. there are hundreds of giants, I've just seen them."
"Oh, hundreds," she said furiously. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. you- JON!"
The only reason, that I am not currently taking another drink, and/or smashing D&D's kneecaps with a steel chair, is because while D&D turned this line into a meme about Jon's sex knowledge, they also turned it into an evolving meaning line. (Where in as the line is repeated, its nuance and meaning changes, or the characters'/readers' relation with it does.)
Because, D&D made this line so memeable, but it is so rage filled? Like, Ygritte is so (justifiably and rightfully) angry at Jon's ignorance here.
Jon says 'hundreds,' but we aren't given an exact number here.
Fun Fact: a species with a population of 250 mature adults or less is considered Endangered and at risk of Extinction.
Fun Fact: a species which has lost between 50 and 70% of its average population can also be considered endangered.
That's just talking about the giants that are here, now. I'm getting vibes that these are either not the giants from the songs, the giants know their days are numbered, or this song is old and the giants have come so close to extinction in the past that any of them being alive now is a miracle.
Jon doesn't know, I don't know, but Jon is making light of Ygritte's emotional response because he doesn't know, and Ygritte has every right to be upset by that.
But No, D&D saw a chance for a sex joke.
... oh shit, BIRB OF DEATH SCRITCHIES!!!
Actually, given how much of himself Bran's been loosing in the warg, I wonder if keeping your sense of self is something you can teach, so that even after death, the warg in the bird knows what he's doing, or if the death grudge is just so strongly imprinted on the warg, that even lost to the animal instincts and mind of the bird, the hatred for Jon lives on, even if the warg/bird no longer understands why he hates this human specifically.
"There were three hundred of us."
"Us?" Mance said sharply.
"Them. Three hundred of them." Whatever is asked, the Halfhand said. So why do I feel so craven?
Probably because you've just realised you are alone with no back up from the Watch, telling Mance is different when it's a ploy you can justify as orders, compared to now when the plan, such as it is, has been stripped away and all that's left is handing over information to save your own life because your people are already dead.
I do love that he spared a moment to wonder after Sam. besties!
(... It would be a little funny (to me) if he mentioned the worry about Sam out loud, and Ygritte and Tormund (and others) got the impression that Jon's just not into girls. Cock works fine, he's just not into girls. ... except with how this series treats non-straight sexualities, and the free folk's focus on siring strong children. meh, free folk are free-love/love-is-love positive AU)
... I can't decide how I feel about the book Ygritte/Jon ship.
On one hand, she is protecting him, lying to say he's more loyal to the free folk than he is, at her own risk. But then she turns around and uses that to make him feel indebted, even if that wasn't her intention, because, on the other hand, like Tormund was saying earlier in the chapter, by the ways of the free folk, Jon has 'stolen' Ygritte, by her own culture, they're effectively in a relationship already, Jon did the equivalent of courting.
I don't know, I think, book version, I'd feel more comfortable seeing more shifting in their power dynamics, a sense of equality and friendship grown free of deception, some time apart and a reunion in which they're actually meeting on equal footing before any kind of sexual shenanigans happened.
(I'm just one of those people who thinks fully informed consent is The sexiest thing in the universe. followed closely by competence.)
Show ship had more appearance of equal footing, and the actor chemistry carried a lot of the ship weight for me. There was more return flirting before they wound up in the cave, and afterwards, the regrets (felt like they) were about ending up on opposing sides, and then never getting a chance to reconcile before she was dying in his arms.
#a storm of swords#steel and snow#a song of ice and fire#jon snow#a chapter a day reading#asos#asoiaf
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Mac's Backs Small Business Saturday Event November 26, 2022
Recommended Reading Buying
Looking for a present this holiday season? Buying my books? Buy them from Mac’s Backs or Loganberry Books and I’ll be happy to personalize them.
If you know someone who already has everything I’ve ever published, maybe consider the books listed below. I’ve asked Mac’s Backs to have them on hand this weekend for Small Business Saturday. I had to throw the list together in a hurry, so it’s not exactly extensive or cohesive but these are all books that I like and that I think someone who likes my books might like.
Some of them come with caveats. Some of them are for older or younger readers. I loved (really loved) The Library at Mount Char but it is violent and gruesome and is not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. Update: the owner of Mac’s Backs pointed out Hell Bent and The Stolen Heir don’t come out until January which makes be very sad because I was sort of hoping to get them for Christmas. I’ll have to spend my Christmas money on them, I guess.
Last year, when I saw that Book Moon Bookstore was recommending TLAMC, I bought a copy for a friend. My friend loves Kelly Link's work like I do, so I asked Kelly, as Book Moon owner, author extraordinaire and MacArthur winner, to write her recommendation inside Hawkins book.
If you’d like me to write a recommendation into any of these books, order them from Mac's Backs and I'll be happy to add my 2 cents.
Children of Ragnarok–Cinda William’s Chima
The Ones We Burn–Rebecca Mix
Deadly Education–Naomi Novik
Gideon the Ninth–Tamsyn Muir
Strange the Dreamer–Laini Taylor
Girl of Fire and Thorns–Rae Carson
The Serial Garden–Joan Aiken
Baba Yaga’s Assitant –Marika McCoola–Art by Emily Carrol
(truth in advertising: I haven’t read Baba Yaga yet, but it comes highly recommended and if Mac’s Backs gets a copy and no one else wants it, I am buying it.)
On the Younger Side
Stand on the Sky–Erin Bow
The Year I Flew Away–Marie Arnold
On the Older Side
The Last Samurai–Helen DeWitt
Rook–Danial O'Malley
The Library at Mount Char –Scott Hawkins
Children of Ragnarok–Cinda William’s Chima
A post-apocalyptic novel where the apocalypse was Ragnarok.
If you liked my undersized thief with impulse control problems, you really might enjoy Cinda’s beefy young Viking with even more significant impulse control problems.
The Ones We Burn–Rebecca Mix
Know a fan of Hannah Whitten’s One for the Wolf? Hannah called Mix’s book “Romantic, brutal, and hopeful.”
A Deadly Education--Naomi Novik
I probably don’t have to say anything about Novik’s Scholamance trilogy. So I’ll just say I got The Golden Sutras the day it came out and I’m so glad she writes faster than I do.
Strange the Dreamer–Laini Taylor
Lani’s writing is like flourless chocolate cake with 24 karat gold foil decorations–unbelievably rich.
“The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it.”
Girl of Fire and Thorns–Rae Carson
"Elisa was born with a godstone, an undeniable sign of the god’s approval and yet there is no sign that she is special in any other way. A princess, she should command respect, instead she is a seething bundle of self doubt as she travels to meet her future husband, King Alejandro de Vega of Joya d'Arena."
I like my anxious characters who are outrageously competent. I like bunnies that turn out to be lions.
Baba Yaga’s Assitant–Marika McCoola–Art by Emily Carrol
(truth in advertising: I haven’t read Baba Yaga yet, but it comes highly recommended and if Mac’s Backs gets a copy and no one else wants it, I am buying it.)
On the Younger Side
Stand on the Sky–Erin Bow
Just a heads up, there’s no magic in this one and it’s not science fiction like Erin’s Scorpion Rules. Erin spent months in Mongolia doing research– the setting of the book is not mythic historical Mongolia– it’s Mongolia with a lot of history and also cell phones.
“It goes against all tradition for Aisulu to train an eagle, for among the Kazakh nomads, only men can fly them. But everything changes when Aisulu discovers that her brother, Serik, has been concealing a bad limp that risks not just his future as the family’s leader, but his life too.”
On the Older Side
The Last Samurai–Helen DeWitt
This is LITERATURE. Okay, I don’t actually know what constitutes Literature with all caps, but I don’t want you to be disappointed when you pick this up and it’s slow and weird and you don’t know why I recommended it. I am recommending it because once you immerse yourself in the slow and the weird and the stream of consciousness this is a genius book about a genius and her even more genius child and his quest to discover which one of seven potential sperm donors is his father and it has absolutely nothing to do with the Tom Cruise movie and it is genius.
Rook–Danial O'Malley
A friend pointed me in the direction of Rook. I said, oh, la la la, secret bureau of supernatural affairs in London, I have seen this before and I am so grateful to my friend who said NO. YOU HAVE NOT.
“The body you are wearing used to be mine.”
So begins the letter Myfanwy Thomas is holding when she awakes in a London park surrounded by bodies all wearing latex gloves. With no recollection of who she is, Myfanwy must follow the instructions her former self left behind to discover her identity and track down the agents who want to destroy her.
The very best thing about recommending this book is that @shaelit saw the recommendation and told me that there’s a new book in the series! Woo hoo!
The Library at Mount Char –Scott Hawkins
Again, I don’t want you to be disappointed, or in this case, I don’t want you to be horrified and think omg Megan recommended this book? Yes, it is gruesome. Yes, there is violence and yes, violence involving children and yes, I entirely understand why it might not be your cup of tea. I deeply appreciate the fact that the book starts as it means to go on. If you read the first few pages and you are put off, please go read something else! That said … I loved it. I can’t tell you why, but if you read it, you’ll probably guess.
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I’m adding one more The Unbroken by CL Clark. I’m reading it right now and enjoying it very much.
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Meet the Author
Hi, it occurred to me that I really should do one of these so y’all can get to know me a little better! Feel free to skip, but this one is a ride!
My name is Sam, he/him, and I’m a 28 year old trans man from the Nevada desert. I’m mixed race being half Filipino (my Dad immigrated to the US back in....like... I wanna say like ‘82?) and half Black, though I wasn’t really raised with either of my cultures so I’m learning more about both sides as I get older.
I’ve been writing since I was smol, originally because my adopted Grandfather (on my mom’s side) was a storyteller himself and I admired the way he could just.... spin an entire story at a moment’s notice. Coolest thing in the world to baby Sam. When he passed (can’t remember how old I was, but I was lil) I promised I’d keep telling stories the way he did to help keep his memory alive for me. He was the only member of my family I was genuinely close to, and being able to have a way of connecting with him was everything at the time.
All of my skills are self taught (I honestly cannot learn from other people without frustrating both sides, neurodivergents you feel me, right?) for that reason and primarily because I’m from a very poor family and I don’t have the means to reach out to higher learning even if I thought it might work for me. That includes any artwork I produce, any acting I do, any music I create, any writing I’ve made. All of it. I’ve spent a lot of time alone and it helped me keep my sanity to allocate that time to learning skills instead of chewing on the walls of my mental health.
I started writing the series I’m currently creating when I was in 6th grade. Yeah, it’s been that long. The first iteration of Carpe Noctem was actually called Eternal Knight and it featured Frost as the main character rather than Xinghua, but as I was in 6th grade it was a bit of a mess. There are a lot of things I’ve changed since then, but also a lot of Easter Eggs left in from that time. It’s grown a lot since then and I cannot state to you how much it means to me that I’ve gotten to the publication stage with it. I’ve been incredibly unlucky though life and due to one thing or another (My mother pawning my computer, or the computer just dying, having to move and losing the physical copy in the process) I’ve had to rewrite this story in it’s entirety four separate times.
It’s a labor of love but also probably a bit of a coping technique as, like I mentioned, I am incredibly unlucky. I’ve spent quite a lot of time homeless, and was so when I was working on making my publishing company and publishing the book earlier this year. My traditional publication attempts have been abysmal at best, and given the climate of the industry these days, I thought it would be better and ultimately easier to self-produce. Which is debatable, but it does put me in the driver’s seat of this whole thing. So if you’re looking to support an independent creator, know that there’s currently just me working on this story and I could really really use any support you’re able to give, even if that’s just chatting with someone about this crazy vampire novel you heard of online.
If I’m honest this story represents hope for me, the fierce, unfuckable belief that for as bad as things ever get, at the very least I can make something I consider beautiful and worthwhile. Something that might be able to let someone else escape whatever they’re going through for a while the same way it’s done for me. Above all, I think I write with that hope in mind.
Honestly most of my personal story is sad but at this point I think we’re all on that level. So suffice it to say, despite life throwing hands with me on sight, I’m a stubborn little dude with a lot of drive to make engaging and creative stories even if they never go anywhere.
I would say I’ve been inspired by works like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Underworld, Twilight, and The Vampire Diaries, but what I really mean by that is I constantly see work that’s just on the cusp of being really good that I end up frustrated by their failings (I’m sure you all relate to that) and then go write a story that subverts all of those issues. I was inspired by the MCU in the same way, but you’ll have to stick around to see what I mean by that.
Overall, I’m just a stressed out little guy doing his best to tell silly stories that let people have some fun and maybe cry a little tiny bit. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
#about the author#get to know the author#carpe noctem#writeblr#this is probably slightly incoherent#but I was trying to tell my story without being horrifically depressing#which is HARD cause like it IS#so I pretty much left out anything not book related....
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