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Post-Hoot with Dana Terrace!

Dana’s put over 200 hours into games she’s missed since the finale; Octopath Traveler, Little Nightmares, etc. Sarah Nicole-Robles cried harder than she ever did when she said I learned a language I’ll never forget, a whole chapter of my life is over, during the King-ceanera. She said the line once and was suddenly sobbing because of how meta it was.

Rebecca has a ‘sona during the bit with Barcus in the epilogue sequence. Cissy also cried when watching with her family, her kids asked her about it; Sarah was really excited as she watched the finale.

No sequel happening, but we can always hope; Dana would like to do more, but Disney owns the IP and needs to give them permission. Dana knew the prequel line in the finale was ham-fisted as hell but still went with it because she was pissed (she said Fuck to express her rage). Rebecca went back to the Anger phase of grief after watching the finale after realizing what they missed, but Sarah was also in Acceptance because it was hard to regret something that ended so well.

Dana doesn’t cry that much, but TJ’s remix in the soundtrack made her cry. Dana brought back everyone for BBBYYYEEEEEEE, noting this was every character’s last line, and wished Hooty had more lines. Alex improvised a cut line after the Bye with Hooty expressing appreciation for the finale and readiness for his spin-off.

Dana won’t say much in hopes she’ll get to do more for TOH in the future; A Youtube reviewer (shoutout to all, Zachary Ax, Man of a Thousand Thoughts, Rebecca herself), the Third Bill got it right on Hooty, and Dana won’t be more specific about that.

They found out about the shortening during S2; They had an ending in mind that Dana had in mind since development, but it needed too much setup and so they couldn’t pull it off. All of Season 2A was written before knowing the cancellation; Follies at the Coven Day Parade was the first episode fully written knowing the show was shortened, hence the tonal change. The Galdorstones was an arc Dana planned more on, as well as the Coven Heads; Bat Queen; It was a hard situation choosing what to leave out.

There weren’t whole episodes written that had to be trashed; Just one-sentence ideas on a whiteboard never fully outlined or scripted. But Dana is still happy with what came out, because it was pretty damn cool.

Rebecca Rose once saw someone with a King sweatshirt like hers at Disneyland and said hi, but they just side-eyed her and didn’t respond; Despite this, Rebecca hopes they had a happy day and believes they were just having a bad time. Sarah joked about not being so forgiving.

String Bean’s inspiration: Owlbert is in the title of the show, String Bean indeed was there the whole time! The S wasn’t completely intentional at first, but Dana flipped the logo around and figured it out. When making the first episode, the logo wasn’t finalized. They always liked the idea of Luz being connected to snakes, it’s what she brought to school and they liked her reclaiming something she terrorized her classmates with. The Snake-Shifter idea specifically; Zach Marcus just said “Snake-Shifter” as they brainstormed ideas and Dana, being a sucker for lame puns, was sold.

That was indeed Dana being represented as a student in the epilogue! She was Beastkeeping and Oracle; Dana can see the future of the show, and really likes animals. Raine’s palisman was indeed hidden within the violin’s design; Hunter and Dell worked to fix the palismen after Raine broke it trying to stop Belos. The violin is more akin to the staff, anyhow. Dana considered responding to a question about general Caleb, Evelyn, and Flapjack lore, but Sarah insisted she stay silent in case they get to answer it as an actual story later.

Dana liked to think while writing Thanks to Them; No, Evelyn’s spirit isn’t in Flapjack. But to Philip, he saw Flapjack as the culmination of the corruption in his brother Caleb; He saw Flapjack, if it weren’t for YOU. You can see a hint of it in Masha’s story, Evelyn entices Caleb with Flapjack, who was Caleb’s introduction to magic. Evelyn was probably disguised as a human, and trusted Caleb for seeming reasonable and less violent. Perhaps like Dog owners passing each other by and suddenly becoming friends over this.

Evelyn and Caleb’s relationship was sweet, from platonic curiosity to romantic. Eda doesn’t know she’s descended from them, nor does Hunter; And Dana has more to say, but will keep it hidden. Luz will stay the majority of her stay in the isles as she goes to college. Camila bought the shack leading to the human world, which allowed Luz to visit during holidays, weekends, etc.

They never got to explore it, but it could’ve originally been the home of Philip and Caleb, long abandoned; Eda emerges after discovering the portal. In the next thirty years, she fixes up the shack as she builds the Owl House. Dana also advised fans to google Death of the Author, since she’s technically no longer working on the show, and thus gives permission for fans to write their own answers.

Eda became the Owl Lady before Owlbert, due to the curse; They planned to do an episode where Eda learned palismen carving with Dell, and how Eda reclaimed the Owl identity to carve Owlbert. Dana stills has the outline of that episode in her head…

According to Rebecca, Caleb and Philip’s graves were in the basement of the shack, based on this church in New Haven Dana passed by every day on her way to school (Gravesfield is based on some places in Connecticut). However, Dana realized the graves didn’t fit into the story. They also had an ‘original’ Belos design for him taking over animals. Marina Gardner did some amazing Belos designs, and Thanks to Them alluded to it.

The Portal’s eye comes from the Titan’s missing eye!!! Hunter is bisexual, Willow is pansexual, this is how Dana always wrote and imagined them in her mind, but it’s not explicitly stated so technically it’s more headcanon. Dana noted how some people just picked it up. Dana likes to think Amity and Lilith rekindled their student-mentor relationship. Having worked in the library, Amity was interested in Lilith’s knowledge of history. Dana suggested to Zarya(?) from the design team to add notes to Lilith’s museum blueprints. A helicopter passed over and they joked it was Disney trying to stop spoilers.

Cissy only got her lines and didn’t know any other details about the finale, to Dana’s surprise; Dana explained that people not getting a full script is due to the pandemic. Before quarantine, actors would get the full script. They have to rely on Eden Riegel and Dana for context a lot. Bosook Coburn spoiled Luz’s death to Rebecca Rose during the celebration party. They came up with a lot of designs for dying Luz, trying to figure out how they can hollow out her head how much. Dana mentions it’s up to the showrunner to show how much they want to the actors.

Thanks to Sarah, they kept in Luz saying her own SFX during her fight with Eda in O Titan, Where Art Thou; She heard someone do it as part of the mock script and wanted it. When Dana voiced Eda and Luz at the end, Dana was crying. There’s a recording of Season 2B and Season 3 of Dana doing a voice-over of the script to get approved by executives.

Dana clarified everyone would’ve had more of a chance to talk with each other, such as Hunter and Amity; Hunter would’ve talked to Vee, as well as more human realm kids, literally everyone would’ve had a little more time with each other. Dana loves Luz and Hunter’s sibling dynamic. Dana was sorry they couldn’t have Luz and Raine hang out, but they had the Hexsquad storyline. Luz finished high school in the human world, with the renewed motivation that she’ll go back to the isles. Knowing she has a safe space outside of high school made it more bearable, as was the case for Dana growing up.

Cissy brought up Gus’ hair in the epilogue, which she loved; Emmy Cicierga did the design for Gus and Raine. Harpy Lilith was by Emmy; Dana did Emira, Eberwolf, and Skara’s timeskip designs. The name of the Titan is unpronounceable for humans.

Dana can’t say much about the Archivists; The Collector never had a flash-forward design, as they age much more slowly than everyone else. Maybe the Collector got just a tiny bit taller. The idea of the Collector came from creepy dolls, as well as a nightmare; John Bailey Owen had a google folder filled with cool references of creepy dolls with a starry aesthetic, liminal minimalist nightmare-scape. They knew who the Collector was gonna be, what role they’d play, but the vibe still needed to be decided.

Dana confirmed the Collector was always a part of the show before the shortening, and they solidified their placement after the announcement. The Collector has indeed stayed connected with the others, visits occasionally. Dana has seen fan comics on this and teared up.

Hooty doesn’t have to be vacated from the Owl House if he doesn’t want to; When the door isn’t active, Hooty could be present. The new portal can probably fold up, and Hooty is busy as a curator for Hooty’s new museum.

Dana said Raine and Eda’s business is their business; Not all love stories end in marriage. It’s their thing and it doesn’t diminish any love, but they do live in the Owl House together (Raine moved in).

Mattholomule getting a palisman is something Zach Marcus can answer, since he made the character and Dana respects the lore he made. It’s hard to say for Dana if Vee and Masha are dating, since Masha didn’t show up in the finale, but Vee definitely has a crush on them. Again, Dana encourages the Death of the Author approach, if the headcanon makes you happy.

Alador and Odalia got officially divorced after the finale, and the kids happily lived away from her. They might visit her if they have the energy, but also recognize she’s a toxic influence they can cut off at any point. Dana gave a shoutout to Rachel McFarlane’s voice acting, praising her performance for Odalia.

In regards to the tower King was born in, Dana has an answer; It was related to a character we all know, who now may have amnesia.

There was a plan to explore Gus and Willow’s glowing eyes, and do it for other characters; Amity wasn’t going to have that, strong emotions are indeed connected to magic. It was mostly a worldbuilding magic rule they could’ve expanded on, that Dana wishes she did early in the story.

In the boards, Dawn Han(?) did Clouds on the Horizon, and did the scene of Amity and the twins hiding in the factory as their parents talk about the Abomatons, Alador is worried since it seems like a tad much. Alador had T-rex arms in the storyboard, and it reminded Dana of Remy from Ratatouille, so when they got to the scene of them looking into Alador’s lab, Ratador was drawn in his place as a joke. Dana laughed so hard she decided to keep it in, with Dana handwaving it as Alador’s palisman.

According to Dana, a show should be appreciated for as it is; But the other way to enjoy it, under the context it was made, is also important to her; Both ways are valid. It was easier for Sarah to voice depressed Luz since she was also depressed. The writers preferred to put their feelings into the show, VS a more happy-go-lucky approach as others did; It was kind of dark for a bit, especially during quarantine. Sarah felt her own experience validated with Luz’s depression, but she and Dana appreciated the balance of having a happy ending too.

What made the crew hopeful was knowing the characters would always have a happy ending; Luz could continue her studies in full-force, a new family. They KNEW it would end happy. Dana acknowledged how the fandom misinterpreted “I hate the term happy endings,” and Sarah knew about the quincenera when asked during previous Post-Hoots, but couldn’t answer.

Rebecca commissioned 3D-printed Funko Pops of S2A Lilith and S1 Luz, and gave them to the others as gifts; Rebecca didn’t know about Avi’s appearance until two days before the Post-Hoot, otherwise she would’ve had a Funko of Raine made. Dana’s stand for Luz had to be made with painter’s tape (she appreciated it) due to Rebecca running out of the other kind, and planned to place it beside her Peabody award. Elizabeth Grullon, Camila’s VA, had to call her mom in the middle of a session to translate her line about maduros into English.

Cissy clarified this wasn’t intended to be the final Post-Hoot! And the video was ended with a BBBBYYYEEEEE!!!!!

#the owl house #dana terrace #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #boiling isles titan #edalyn clawthorne #eda clawthrone #raine whispers #raeda #palismen #the owl house hunter #willow park #bisexual #pansexual #post Hoot

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vivalas-vega · 8 months

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Oooh my, your requests are freaking open???? I've got an idea in my head for a long time and now I give it a try and send it to you. I'm obsessed with Jake (and Bradley) x Roomie (fem reader or oc) trope, so apologies in advance for this one (also a sucker for hurt and comfort 😬). I try to keep it as short as possible: Rooster's and Hangman's new roomie has a sad past. She has sleeping issues and bad nightmares. They hear her whimpering and crying in her sleep. The guys are worried but she plays it down, feeling bad for waking them up with her shit. Maybe she starts to sleep walking and unfortunately hurts herself during this episode. The guys find her in the middle if the night hurt. And she opens up to them telling them about her dreams and her past.

ahhhh !!! I'm so glad to finally get this one posted, I'm so sorry it took so long ! I am such a sucker for the roommate trope, and I love writing stories that are strictly platonic, just focusing on lovely friendship vibes bc those are just as important as the romantic ones !!! I hope you enjoy!

(this doesn't have a title yet bc it's admittedly the thing I'm the worst at when it comes to writing fics)

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, some suggestive humor, language, brief and vague mentions of death, lmk if I missed any

“Are you going to eat these leftovers?” you asked Bradley, who was sitting at the kitchen island keeping you company as you cleaned out the fridge and he stared at the tupperware container for an infuriatingly long time, contemplating his options before you let out an exasperated sigh. “Bradshaw, it’s pasta. Yes or no?”

“No,” he finally answered. “You’re in a mood.”

“No mood, it would just be nice if you could be snappier in your responses while you just watch me clean the kitchen.”

“Yeah, definitely not in a mood,” he muttered under his breath but you heard it anyway. “Do you know where Hangman is?”

“You two share a bathroom and you still can’t call him by his name?” you asked with a chuckle. “He’s at the gym, should be back soon.”

“We only share a bathroom because you got the master,” he protested and you laughed again.

“I needed the bigger closet,” you shrugged. “I told you you’re welcome to use mine anytime.”

“After you reamed me for using your face wash? Thank you, but no thank you, I haven’t been yelled at like that since I borrowed my moms car to take Cindy Daniels on a date.”

“I only yelled because you used a forty dollar cleanser as body wash and somehow managed to use half the bottle. Besides, your mom was right to yell at you too, you stole her car and you were thirteen.”

“I was covered in grease! And my date with Cindy is none of your business.”

“Are we having the face wash fight again?” Jake asked as he came in through the garage, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he reached around you to grab a bottle of water, but you only pushed him away, muttering something about keeping his sweat away from you. “Take the blame, Chicken, you wasted half a bottle of Drunk Elephant, you’re lucky she didn’t put you on the porch for the night.”

“See, the craziest thing about this whole situation is you were just as outraged as she was.”

“Good skincare is not just for women, you might want to invest in a routine of your own.” he smirked before disappearing down the hallway and you heard the sound of the shower turning on.

“You working tomorrow?” Bradley asked, getting up to wash the containers you’d placed near the sink.

You shook your head, “a Friday and Saturday off, Penny was feeling extra generous.” You’d met the two of them, along with the rest of the team, when they’d first gotten to town for the infamous and secretive mission that almost claimed the life of the man currently donning cherry-printed cleaning gloves and scrubbing pasta sauce out of tupperware. You’d all become fast friends, they’d coax you out from behind the bar on your breaks or when your shift was over for darts or pool, and when your lease was up just as they received word of a permanent assignment it seemed to make sense for the three of you to find a place together. It was a godsend for you, it got you out of your cramped apartment with dismal lighting and into a beautiful craftsman only a few blocks away from the beach. Even with arguments with Bradley about face wash and a sweaty Jake, it was a no-brainer.

“Could we convince you into coming to your place of work on a night off? These new recruits are testing our patience, Phoenix wants a fun night out to blow off steam.”

“I could potentially be persuaded,” you replied, shutting the fridge after deeming it was as cleared out as it was going to get.

“Which translates to as long as I’m not mixing them, I’ll always show up for drinks,” Jake said, walking back into the kitchen with freshly washed hair. “Do I get any kind of welcome home now that I’m not sweaty?”

“No, because now you’re wet, did you even dry off?” you asked, snapping him with a dish towel before he rounded the island and wrapped his arms around you.

“Enough,” he answered, squeezing you tight as you pretended to hate it. Really, you loved living with these two. Being on your own before was starting to take its toll on you, and they reminded you of a different time in your life, one that felt like it was ancient history. “Not to dampen the mood, but… we did want to talk to you about something.”

“Sounds serious, should I break out the house meeting wine?” you asked, eyeing them skeptically as they shared a look with each other that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“We just wanted to… check in,” Bradley started and you raised your eyebrows. “The past few weeks we’ve heard certain sounds coming from your room and-”

“Okay, first of all,-” you started to cut him off, eyes wide at what you thought he was insinuating.

“Not like that, sweetheart,” Jake interjected. “But feel free to get louder when you do,” he half-joked and you hit him with the towel again. “What bird boy is trying to say is sometimes we hear what sounds like nightmares coming from your room and it’s happened enough that we just want to check in and see if everything is okay.” You suddenly felt nauseous.

“If there’s something going on, or you need someone to talk to, you know we’re here, right?” Bradley asked and you nodded softly.

“I know, everything is fine, I’m sorry if I woke you.” you said, trying to dismiss their concerns altogether as you occupied yourself with looking over the mail.

“It’s just… it doesn’t sound fine, if you don’t want to talk to us we can help you find someone else to talk to, we just want to make sure you’re okay.” Jake tried and you gave him a forced smile.

“And I am, but I’m glad the two of you finally found something to agree on.” You tossed some junk mail in the garbage before turning to face them again, “I have some errands I want to run early tomorrow morning… text me if you need anything from the store but I’m going to turn in. Goodnight,” you said with another forced smile before heading down the hall and letting out a sigh as your back pressed against your closed bedroom door. You thought that things had gotten better… that enough time had passed. They seemed to be happening less and less, but maybe that wasn’t as true as you once thought.

Your footsteps down the hallway were an unusual sound for this time of night… nightmares or not, once you went to bed you weren’t seen until the following morning and it was enough to stir Jake from his slumber. You on the other hand, were completely unaware of what was going on, still stuck in a dream, stuck in a fluorescent lit hallway with tears streaming down your face only you weren’t… you were in your living room, walking straight into the console table and falling onto the broken glass of the picture frames and vases you’d knocked over which was enough to jolt both of them out of bed.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Bradley asked, crouching down beside you as you came to.

“Mav- Maverick?” you asked, voice hoarse as you struggled to place where you were, the images from your dream still fresh in your mind. He looked at Jake confused who was on the other side of you and carefully pushing glass aside.

“No, it’s Bradley… Honey, what happened?” You blinked a few times, finally recognizing you were on the floor of your living room and the searing pain of broken glass in your palms and knees.

“I don’t- oh my god. I’m so sorry,” you winced as you tried to stand but Jake was quick to scoop you up, holding you tight as he walked to the kitchen and carefully placed you next to the sink while Bradley grabbed the first aid kit. “I- I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m okay, you can go back to bed.” He just frowned at you and when Bradley returned he started pulling the shards from your palms while Jake worked on your knees. Silent tears were still streaming down your face and they were both trying to figure out how to ask you what was wrong, but one thing they knew for certain was no one was going back to bed until they got to the bottom of what was going on with you.

“Sweetheart, do you want to tell us what’s going on?” Jake asked softly, looking up briefly to meet your eyes before gently running his thumb along your cuts, making sure there weren’t any pieces he missed.

You shook your head as you wiped your cheeks, “nothing, I just… I don’t know, I guess I was half-asleep? I’m really sorry I woke you,” you said and they both looked at you like they didn’t believe a word of it.

“Alright, I was willing to maybe let it go before but you could have been seriously hurt tonight. Something is going on with you,” Jake said, voice firm as he stopped what he was doing to wipe a few of your tears.

“Whatever it is, you can tell us. Why did you say Maverick’s name when you woke up?” Bradley asked and you closed your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before letting it all out.

“I uh… there’s something I never told you about me.” you started, taking a moment to breathe as you felt your throat tighten. They stayed quiet, both carefully dabbing at your cuts with a damp cloth or rubbing aquaphor over them before bandaging them. “I wasn’t a teacher before realizing I liked bartending more, I was a pilot.”

“Wait, what?” Bradley asked, shock evident in his tone and Jake elbowed him, eyes silently pleading for you to continue.

“My callsign is- or was Flash… like the superhero,” you chuckled but there wasn’t much humor in it and both of their eyes widened. “I was on a mission that went south really fast, we were outnumbered and outgunned, we ran out of resources quickly. I was hit, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t save it, I couldn’t save him.” you choked out.

“Who?” Bradley whispered, you were all cleaned up now and they were both focused solely on you. Jake was rubbing reassuring circles on your thigh as Bradley held one of your hands in his own.

“My wizzo, we called him Genie… we both got to our squad at the same time, and on our first night out his icebreaker was if you had three wishes, what would you wish for?” You laughed again, but this time it was genuine.

“I’ve heard of him,” Jake said, noticing your breathing quicken just at the mention of him. “Both of you, actually, from what I’ve heard you were a hell of a pilot.”

“He couldn’t eject, something went wrong with the handles… I’d already pulled mine when I heard him say they were stuck and the next thing I know the jet is crashing into a hillside below me. I thought the dreams were getting better, and that I was maybe starting to move past it… I don’t think I really registered that it was happening again, or maybe that it never stopped.”

“Honey, why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Bradley asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and you focused your gaze on your hands.

“I just… I didn’t want you to know that I failed my wizzo,” you choked out. “Or that the last time I was in a cockpit I nearly crashed again and Mav had to talk me through landing a plane I’ve landed thousands of times before because I panicked. I didn’t want you guys to censor yourselves when it came to work stuff out of pity for me being a failed pilot, and I guess… I just didn’t want you guys to look at me differently.”

“Hey, what happened wasn’t your fault,” Jake said, squeezing your thigh gently and prompting you to look up at him. “And we would never look at you differently for that, we understand.”

“I’m so sorry you went through that… and just know that we don’t think of you as a failure. We’ve both heard about that mission, there was nothing you could have done. Faulty equipment and being outgunned is not your burden to bear.” Bradley added, running a hand along your back.

“What is it that you say sometimes? It’s not the plane, it’s the pilot?” you asked, sadness seeping into your tone and he just pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to your head.

“There’s not much the pilot can do if the plane fails them.”

“You went through a trauma, we would never fault you for not flying again after that.” Jake said and you smiled softly.

“Mav could… god, he tried so hard, he was really there for me after it happened, but… when I finally got back into a plane I just couldn’t shake it. It was like I could still hear him in my backseat even though he wasn’t there.”

“Just because Mav could, that doesn’t mean you’re a lesser pilot or a lesser person for not being able to, if anything I think it makes you stronger. You knew your limits, and instead of pushing through it when you couldn’t trust flying again you took a step back. I know a lot of people who wouldn’t make that same choice.” Bradley said, nudging Jake and you let out a laugh as you wiped your face again.

“Yeah, I thank my lucky stars I never crossed this one’s path when I was still flying,” you said and Jake’s face twisted up in shock.

“Hey, why are we ganging up on me now?” he asked and you laughed again.

“You make it so easy,” you teased and they both smiled, happy to see you coming back into yourself a little.

“We’re here for you, okay? So is everyone else,” Bradley said, pulling you into him again and you let yourself wrap your arms around him as you laid your head on his chest and Jake kept rubbing circles into your skin.

“No matter what, you can always come wake us up if you need someone.”

“I love you guys, you know that?”

You could hear the smirk in Jake’s voice as he said, “oh, we know.” He wrapped himself around the other side of you as the two of them squished you between them. “We love you too.”

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afictionaladventure16 · 11 months

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Could you do meeting stepdad! Pedro for the first time? Please and thank you!😭💗

To Build a Home (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/N: I feel like this one was too short but I've been having writers block and this is the best I could do! I hope you enjoy it!! <3

Word Count: 2,880

Summary: Your mother decides it is time for you to meet her boyfriend of six months, you are defensive at first, but you think you could get used to the idea of having this one around more often.

This is fine.

Everything about this situation is okay.

No need to panic. You thought to yourself. Watching your mother frantically cook in the kitchen as if her life depended on it. You have never seen your mother this frantic since the day your grandmother decided to do a surprise visit.

“Mom?” you quietly said, walking around the counter.

“Honey, can you grab me some garlic, it should be next to the bananas… bananas… shit! I forgot to make dessert!” She groaned to herself as she handled the hot pan in front of her.

You sighed, grabbing the garlic and setting it down on the counter beside her, “Mom,” you said a little louder.

“What, honey?” She quickly gave you a glance before taking notice of the garlic you had placed on the counter. She grabbed it, taking it over to the cutting board.

“Can you look at me for a moment?” You asked desperately.

She sighed, putting down everything before turning to give you her full attention. “Si, Cariño?”

“I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.” You regretted the words as soon as they had left your mother, seeing the reaction on your mother's face. How her eyes watered and her mouth frowned.

“But, Cariño, you told me you were ready. We had a whole discussion– I don’t understand.”

You sighed, “I know, I–I think I’m nervous ‘s all.”

“Nervous? Sweetie, how do you think we feel?” You shrugged, “Pedro has been messaging me all week about how he wants to cancel because he’s nervous.” She sighed, “Honey, you’re not the only one that is feeling this way.”

“So, we should cancel?”

She shook her head, “It’s time for you to meet Pedro.” You feared that she would say that. It only meant one thing. One thing you truly feared, she was deeply in love with him. That what they had was something serious and it could lead to them becoming more than just boyfriend and girlfriend. It meant that you would now have to share your mother with someone and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.

Especially with how the last time ended. You still had nightmares from when your father was around, images in your head that never left. What if Pedro turned out to be just like your father?

“Okay,” you felt defeated. Your mother was a person who didn’t budge. Once she had made a decision it was final.

“Now you either help me cook or you get out of my kitchen,” she stated, turning her body to face the counter once more to busy herself with the garlic in front of her.

For the longest, it had always been you and your mother. Your father had no visitation rights since you were eight, so for the past five years, you and your mother picked up the pieces and started a new life. A better life.

Your mother focused mainly on work in the filming industry and eventually, she was able to afford a nice house for the two of you. That’s what it was, just the two of you. You never imagined that one day, it could potentially be three of you. That your mother would one day want to find love again.

“Do you love him?” You hesitantly asked.

Your mother stopped everything, letting out a deep sigh, “I’m afraid to answer that question,” she admitted.

You were afraid she would dodge that question, but also you were sad that she had. You had hoped that your mother wouldn’t tip-toe around the subject with you. Maybe she could be honest with you about a topic that wasn’t common in this household.

“Be honest with me,” you reassured. “Do you love him?”

“Love is a strong word,” she whispered.

“And your daughter meeting him is a big step.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I do love him.”

You gave her a small nod, “Then that’s enough for me.”

She gave you a smile before walking around the counter to pull you in for a hug, “Thank you.”

“But this doesn’t mean that I’m not going to give him a hard time, I still don’t trust the man.” You grabbed one of the potatoes that were on the counter, grabbed the peeler, and made your way over to the trash can. “Don’t expect me to call him dad,” you said jokingly, referencing to the movie Stepbrothers.

Your mother giggled, “I don’t expect that at all from you, amor,” she smiled.

The hour quickly passed, and you anxiously sat on the couch, your eyes not peeling away from the clock on the wall. Your foot bounced against the wooden floors, creating a gentle but persistent thud. The sound echoed throughout the room and for a moment you were glad your mother was busy in the kitchen, distracting herself with the neatness of the dining room and kitchen and if she had enough time to whip up something quick for dessert. You could hear her muttering to herself about whether Pedro would enjoy a bar of chocolate for dessert or if that was stupid.

It was any second that Pedro would walk through those doors and your life would change for either the worst or the best. You didn’t know which and you were afraid to find out.

“Sweetie, are you going to wear that?” Your mom asked as she walked into the living room.

You looked down to see what you were wearing, it was what you had worn to school, a plain tee, flannel, and some jeans. It was casual wear for you, “Um, yes?” She raised her eyebrows, “would you like for me to change?”

She sighed, “Would it be fucked up for me to say yes?”

“Kind of, I mean, if he really liked me he wouldn’t care what I wore right? But, on the other hand, I can change to make you feel less anxious.”

Your mother stood there for a second, thinking about what you had just said. Giving you a small nod, “Don’t change,” she stated.

You smiled, knowing you had won, “Alright.”

Your mother's head whipped towards the door at the sound of the doorbell, “Oh my god, that’s him.” She let out a deep breath before looking over at you, “is it too late to cancel?”

“Hey, I tried earlier but you said it was too late.”

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, “What the fuck am I doing? I mean, are we even ready for something like this?”

You sighed, getting up from the couch, “Ama, I think you’ve been ready for a while, you’ve just been scared, but I’m no longer a little girl, Mom. You deserve happiness.”

She gave you a soft smile, placing a hand on your cheek, “Cuando creciste?” (When did you grow up)

“Cuando no estabas mirando,” you smiled. (When you weren’t looking)

“Alright, let’s do this,” she whispered. You trailed behind her as she walked towards the door. You stood back, watching as your mother opened the door. She deserved happiness, no matter what. Even at the cost of yours. She deserved it.

After everything she had been through to protect you, it was the least you could give her. You saw the way she had been these past few months, the after-dates smile, and how she grinned from ear to ear the day after. He made her happy and it scared you, but you couldn’t tell your mother that. You couldn’t ruin it because somehow seeing her so happy made you happy, even if you were weary about the man who was causing it.

Your mother's voice was muffled as she greeted Pedro on the other side of the door. Meeting him meant a lot of things, it meant that it was no longer the two of you on adventures, that he would more than likely tag along. It meant that eventually, you would have to get used to your mom always being with him. He could be here for breakfast some days and you know what that meant. He could be here for dinners on other days and it also meant expressing boundaries.

She deserved this happiness.

“Y/N,” your mother called for you as she stepped aside to let Pedro in. There he was, with a nervous smile playing on his lips and a bouquet of flowers in his hands that you knew was for your mother. “I’d like for you to meet my daughter, Pedro.”

He let out a nervous laugh, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, your mother speaks so much about you.” He held out his free hand for you to shake, and you gently shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too,” you gave him a hesitant smile.

“Oh! I got you these, your mother said you loved sunflowers and well,” he nervously chuckled, “I hope you like ‘em.”

You gave him a surprised look, glancing at your mom who grinned from ear to ear, “For me?” He gave you a nod, “T–thank you, I–I don’t know what to say!” Pedro handed you the bouquet that was beautifully displayed sunflowers with a few purple flowers here and there and baby’s breath surrounding them. “They’re beautiful, thank you, Pedro!”

Pedro grinned from ear to ear, he relaxed a little. He had been nervous all day about handing you the flowers, afraid that you’d reject them. Maybe this dinner wouldn’t be so bad and maybe he could bond with you after all. He knew some things about you from what your mother had said, but it was only some things. He did know the struggles you and your mother had gone through, knowing very well that this transition wasn’t going to be easy for you. Pedro is determined to try his best to get you to trust him because all he wants is to be a positive influence in your life, it was the way he was. His heart broke to hear what you had been through at such a young age and he wished there was something he could do. Something he could do for you and your mother.

“Well, dinner is ready,” your mother states, “let me show you to the dining room.”

“I-I’m gonna put these away,” you say as you walk towards the kitchen. You set the flowers on the counter, staring at them for a second. This was the first time anyone had gotten you flowers. Your first time getting flowers were supposed to be meaningful. A moment you’d remember forever and for a second you were afraid he had just ruined that. For just a second and it was gone, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the bouquet. “Don’t,” you whispered to yourself. The sound of your mother's laughter coming from the other room. This all felt too good, it would all soon come tumbling down and you knew that, but you did not know if you could handle it.

You took in a deep breath before joining your mother and Pedro in the dining room. You sat across from Pedro at the table, “smells good,” you commented as you began piling food on your plate.

“Thanks, mija,” your mom smiled.

“So, Y/N, your mother tells me you are in the drama club at school?” You gave him a nod.

“She’s thinking about starting auditions for actual films soon, right, mija?”

You shrugged, “It’s still a big maybe.”

“For film? I mean, it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“Maybe Pedro could give you some pointers,” your mother suggested.

You cleared your throat, “So, how many siblings do you have?”

“Y/N,” your mother warned.

Pedro chuckled, “It’s okay, Yesenia.” For a moment you forgot your mother had a first name, you were so used to just calling her mom. “I have three siblings.”

“Pedro, you don’t have to answer her questions, she does thi-”

“How many sisters and how many brothers?” You asked.

“Two sisters, one brother.”

You nod, “Please stop interrogating him,” your mother pleaded.

You gave her a small glare before looking over at Pedro, “Where are you from?”

“Chile,” Pedro smiled. He found this amusing and cute. You were protective over your mother and he loved that you were. “Next question?”

“When did you move here?”

“That’s a long story.”

“I have all night, it’s a weekend.”

“Y/N,” your mother warned.

Pedro chuckled, “It’s okay.” He looked back over at you, “Long story short, my family moved here when I was very little but we had to go back when I was a little older when I was old enough I moved back on my own to pursue acting.” He gave you the cliff notes of his life, leaving out the personal details that were still hard for him to talk about, but enough to keep you satisfied. Your mother gave Pedro a sincere smile and he smiled back. She knew the longer version of the story and she was grateful he was answering your questions to his best ability. “Next question?” he asked.

“Do you want more kids?”

Your mother rolled her eyes, “No,” he chuckled.

“No?”

“Yes, he said no and I don’t want more kids either, Y/N,” your mother stated.

“Why not?” you directed the question towards Pedro.

“Because of my schedule mostly, but I also never saw myself having kids. I’m already almost fifty and I don’t think it’s fair on the kid to have a parent that old, you know?”

“Plus, your mother can’t have any more kids and if she could she wouldn’t because childbirth is no joke.”

You rolled your eyes this time, “Alright, last question.”

“Hit me with it,” Pedro stated.

“What are your intentions with my mother?”

“Y/N!” your mother warned.

Pedro chuckled, “I love your mother and I love spending time with her and right now I would like to get to know you because I know you mean the world to her. I know you both have…” Pedro hesitated, “I don’t intend on hurting your mother in any way. I see myself spending a lot more time with her and hopefully, one day, growing old with her.”

You watched as his eyes never left your mother, the way they idolized her as if she were the only thing that mattered. He really loved her and you could see it in him, but could you trust him? You didn’t know. It was hard to know. You barely had any trust, to begin with.

You remained quiet the rest of the dinner, listening to the two of them laugh as they joked around and told stories about some of their dates or their time together on set. He was an actor, he’d be on the road a lot and your mother knew that yet she was okay with it. She was okay with everything about him.

Your mother got up to answer a phone call, leaving the two of you alone.

You pushed your food around with your fork, “You okay?”

You glanced up at Pedro, his eyes showing concern, how you hated that they did that. “Yeah.”

He sighed, placing his fork down, “You don’t have to like me.”

“You got me flowers,” you whispered.

“Your mother kept mentioning how you loved sunflowers, and it felt like the right thing to do.”

“No one has ever gotten me flowers,” you stated.

Pedro sighed, “I’m sorry if I stepped over the line or–”

“No, you didn’t… just taken back ‘s all.”

He gave you a small nod, “Do you like them?”

“Love them,” you corrected. Giving him a small smile, he smiled back. “I just… I always kind of dreamt that my dad would be the first person to get me flowers, you know?”

He nodded, “I’m sorry, I probably should’ve–”

“It’s okay,” you reassured.

He sighed, “I’m not him, you know.” You stayed quiet. “I know, you don’t trust me because of him, but I am not him and I’m willing to give you all the time you need in order for you to allow me in your life. I love your mother, Y/N and I hope that if you get to know me and I get to know you… we could develop a sort of bond… would that be okay?”

There was a little voice inside your head that was screaming yes, she was shouting it so loud that it gave you a headache. Yet, your mouth never moved, seconds passed and you sat there wondering if it would be okay. The little voice argued with the bigger one. One was more naive than the other and one was more hurt than the other.

Your mother stepped back into the dining room, “I was thinking while on the call, maybe the two of you should hang out together sometime soon? Without me there, get to know each other you know?”

Pedro smiled, “Sounds good to me, what do you think, Y/N?”

You shrugged before giving your mother a nod.

She clapped in excitement, “I’ll plan it out for you guys! It’ll be great!” Would that be okay? His voice trailed inside yours for the remainder of the dinner. You wanted it to be okay, but you couldn’t give him an answer, not just yet anyway.

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sapphickz · 23 days

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minsoul + danceracha

lee minho + lee minseo 𖤐 hoseo

aka: min siblings, minmin, biglittlemin, 민남여 (minnamyeo)

it goes without saying that all of the members collectively feel like an older brother to babyseo, however this one just so happens to actually be her brother (°▽°)

hoseo are basically the same person copied and pasted but the bigger one is cuter and the smaller one is scarier. it’s all backwards.

as siblings minho and minseo obviously bicker over trivial things as well as getting along extremely well but they tend to divert typical expectations with their undying outward support of one another. you will never catch these two bad-mouthing the other even as a joke.

don’t get them wrong, minseo will always be the very first to laugh at minho’s mistakes, but she is also the very first to compliment his bare face in the mornings. “the fairest of all the land has finally risen! would you like to make something yummy for breakfast?”

and as seo’s older bro/role model, minho takes great care in always making sure miso is happy and comfortable in every situation. he’s a bit of a helicopter mom in that sense.

minseo fully uses this trait to her advantage by this point. it’s usually just forcing him to make her a gourmet meal but she could ask him for a star from the sky, and he’d do it! after rolling his eyes of course.

nightmare (blunt rotation) duo. often gang up on the other members together simply for the fun of it.

also the only members to be able to tease the other and survive.

hwang hyunjin + lee minseo 𖤐 hyunseo

aka: jinmin, tom&jerry, the dramatic and the drama

100% transparency, at first these two had no idea how to talk to each other. it was very awkward, like two kids forcibly paired on a project together, and there were a lot of contributing factors to this fact.

firstly, at the time they met hyunjin thought she was the same age as him, which lead to his very stiff way of communicating at first. this in turn made minseo (2 years younger) totally off-put with the arms length she found herself at.

fortunately miso would later grit her teeth and bare the embarrassment to act a bit more sweet and cutesy toward hyunjin in order to warm him up, and that he did. after finding out she was actually not a scary girl his age but instead the real-life blueprint for kuromi there was nothing she could do to keep him away.

hyunjin has since grown to be the thorn in her side and truly lives for the thrill of disturbing her peace despite the threats hurled his way in retaliation. they never turn out to be true, anyway, minseo finds his antics too amusing.

as for miso’s torments, hyunjin is the only member she feels actually comfortable teasingly jokingly down to, like she knows she can call him a dongsaeng and live to tell the tale. one of her favorites is the simple “hyunjin-ah.”

and maybe it’s a pisces thing but hyune is the only member seo can’t help but simp for. she tries to hide the soft spot in her ‘cold, cold heart’ for him but the occasional “cute” will slip and the facade is destroyed.

since moving dorms minseo often calls hyunjin just to ask what he’s doing and say she misses him before hanging up.

and of course prince hwang always follows up these calls by inviting her to paint or go shopping the next day.

lee felix + lee minseo 𖤐 seolix

aka: lee kids, melody & kuromi, haedal (sunmoon)

the true gamer boys of the group; seolix. whatever you do, just don’t ask them about how long they played genshin last night.

with dangerous duality and voices that don’t match their appearance, felix and minseo are the sun and moon duo of stray kids, combining their opposition to illuminate the beauty in contrast.

^^ or you could just say that they’re the golden retriever/black cat combo of the group if you’re not into whimsy ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

felix is one of the members that minseo just can’t help but smile around even when he’s not really doing anything. just his presence alone is truly like happy vitamins.

and even though miso is typically seen as intimidating first and foremost, felix finds even the scary-looking minseo cute, especially when her gummy smile makes an appearance.

there’s also somewhat of a ‘monkey see monkey do’ phenomenon that occurs between these two. felix can’t do one (1) silly thing without minseo wanting to try it out.

on the other hand, felix is always trying to imitate miso’s cool and nonchalant demeanor, often repeating things she’s said or mirroring her ‘swag’ mannerisms (his words not mine.)

they’ve also arranged the agreement that felix will bake any treat she wishes as long as she gives him company for the time being. thankfully minseo is always willing to sit in a comfortable spot and laugh as long as she doesn’t have to participate in the cooking.

nowadays since they live in the same dorm seolix often go live together for a mukbang/secret excuse to talk about the newest game they’ve played together. babyseo stay eating well ✊🏻

#𖤐 minsoul #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #stray kids oc #stray kids 9th member #skz oc #kpop oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #fictional idol community

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venus-celestial · 1 month

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Acosf au where instead of the bullshit "intervention" after Feyre learns of what's happening with her sister

She goes to Nesta's apartment with tea sits down with her and has an actual conversation

(This is going to be multiple parts because oh boy this was a big idea also part 2 is now available here)

They talk about their traumas and Feyre learns a short list of things about her sister that she feels need immediate attention

1. She's batshit terrified of fires

2. She's batshit terrified of being submerged in water

3. She doesn't eat enough

4. She's touched Strived and flinches away from physical contact

5. Whatever power she got from the cauldron is too much for her body and hurts her

6. Nesta does not feel safe and is constantly in fight or flight mode

7. She has almost constant nightmares

8. She's underweight and Feyre thinks something as simple as a cold could legitimately kill her at the moment

9. She doesn't feel comfortable in her own body and genuinely just doesn't like herself

10. She genuinely doesn't want to live and doesn't even know why she's still alive

Feyre takes a deep breath to collect herself after their conversation uses her daemati abilities to send as much care as she can towards Nesta tells her she she loves her more then she can imagine and she'll be back tomorrow

She goes back to the river house and goes straight to her study to plan she writes down the list she made mentally and shorts the items into what she can start working on immediately and what will take some time

She has ultimately decided Nesta's Nightmares Her heath/eating situation And Her current living situation (Her apartment was freezing how had she not died or gotten sick) needed immediate attention while also looking for a while to make her power not hurt her

When Rhysand comes into her study as it's time for dinner and she hadn't said anything since coming back he looks at the papers on her desk and asks about them

She tells him that it's plans regarding Nesta and he tells her that he has a solution Feyre raises an eyebrow and tells her about the house of wind and training plan

And Feyre shuts it immediately as soon as the words training and house of wind come out of his mouth she immediately shuts it down

She tells him she will not be putting her sister in a house she can't leave 10 thousand steps in the air where

1. she could easily jump off

2. Be completely isolated from anyone and anything

3. Be trapped alone with 1 two males 2 Two males she doesn't even trust

And She will not make her sister train because 1 her body looks like it could shatter from light wind 2 the misogyny that runs rabid in the village and 3 her mind needs to feel safe and training like an warrior will not give her that

And frankly she just won't send her sister to a place where so many males act so disgusting towards females (and yes Rhys we will have words about that later) even with Az and Cassian there

She tells Rhys that this situation needs to be handled with the utmost care and she has a plan and she will handle it

They go to dinner with the rest of the inner circle and It's Mor who asks what they plan to do about Nesta Rhys goes to speak but Feyre is faster and informs everyone that she has it handled

Cassian asks her what she plans to do and Feyre says that it's private and again she has had it handled so trust her and let her help her sister

The next day Feyre is up nice and early she has a list of things to get before going over to Nesta's first she goes to the infirmary building to talk to the healers about tonics for nightmares and to make eating easier

The healers recommended her two tonics one for the nightmares that Also makes it so the person sleeps through the night and one for eating that you take before meals to make it easier to digest and helps retain weight for longer periods

She purchases a Months supply of both and has them sent to Nesta's apartment She next goes to a linen store and purchases some big fluffy blankets then while looking around finds a section of blankets that are heated by Autumn Court Magic

She asks about them and then asks if it's possible to heat a whole house the same way the fae running the store says might be possible and to ask an autumn court friend Feyre buys two of the heated blankets and makes a note ask Lucian About it later

Then she goes to do general shopping for food and things like shampoo and conditioner afterwards she goes to a Cafe and orders 2 of their breakfasts and a couple other treats and then heads off to her sister's apartment

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #nesta acotar #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #elain archeron #pro nesta #pro nesta archeron #nesta deserves better #acotar au #nesta acosf

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maifos · 7 days

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Since I heard her name I couldn't get the similarities between Galicea (fantasy high) and Galatea (Greek mythology). The myth of Galatea is basically that an incredibly skilled sculptor was incredibly repulsed by the idea that women could speak and express themselves, but he still wanted a girlfriend so he made a marble statue and named her Galatea (Roughly translate to white as milk). But he soon realized that a less comfortable body pillow wasn’t the best option for a fulfilling relationship so he asked Aphrodite for help. The goddess then transformed Galatea into a real woman who, unfortunately, could talk and have emotions and opinions so their whole thing kind of fell apart. All this to say, I think this myth of Galatea where she is only accepted when she follows a very strict set of rules laid out for her by the person who is supposed to love her, has some very intriguing parallels to Galacea the “werewolf moon” goddess, being forced into just “moon” goddess she isn’t by her followers, who only accept her as a restricted version of herself that can’t express the werewolf aspect of her divinity.

I don’t know if this was intentional on Brennan's part, but considering there have been a lot of different parallels with characters with greek myth inspired/adjacent names i wouldnt put it past him. Either way I hope we get to see more interactions between Cassandra and Galicea because I wanna know what their sibling relationship was. Were they on good terms? Was it another Abernant situation? What did Galacea think of Ankarna? How did Galicea react when her sister became the nightmare king? Did she know? I need the rest of the season to drop tomorrow. I swear to god I wanna know everything KNOW!

#fhjy spoilers #galicaea #ankarna #cassandra #If you coment on my spelling on any of these names i'll be upset #or just my spelling/grammar in general #Non first language enligsh/dyslexia combo is rough #kristen applebees #I like greek mythology and the amount of refrences this season is everything to me #I also have some thoughts on Beardsly giving Cassandra the name of the greek myhtological figure WHO WAS LITERALY NEVER BELIVED #Intentional or not #Sure cassandra was cursed to be a prophet that nobody belived to tell the truth #But our Cassandra is a goddes who is having a really hard time making people belive (in) her #Also a goddess of mystery and doubt being named after mythological figure who was doubted #i'll stop with these tags now oml thats a lot

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llamagoddessofficial · 2 years

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I AM WRITING A COMPLETELY OUT OF THE BLUE AND DEFINITELY NOT ENCOURAGED-TO-ASK ASK ABOUT A PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AU TO YOU MISS LLAMA WHO DOES NOT KNOW I WAS GOING TO DO THIS-

Thank you for letting me bully you into talking about a Pride & Prejudice au, Lemme tell ya, I’ve been cooking this badboy up in my head for MONTHS

Sans: Hands down, the most eligible bachelor in Mc’s area until the other skeletons arrive. He’s wealthy, handsome, intelligent, and oh-so-single... he’s had his eye on Mc for a long time, but his cold shoulder and generally unpleasant attitude drove her to pretty intensely dislike him. He wrote her off at first because of her human-ness and unsuitable family, leading to one or two icy encounters... but he eventually had an epiphany moment and realised he loved her intelligence and bite, and really wanted to be with her. He’d only just began putting his affection into action and seriously courting her when the other skeletons show up with all their drama.

If he proposed, she’d be upset, but she’d say yes regardless. Although she’s a romantic at heart she’s also realistic about her prospects as a woman with no fortune to her name- she needs to support herself and her family, and she has no idea how long she’ll be a young and desirable for. If he wants her, she can work with it.

Red: A very wealthy man, incredibly handsome and charming, extremely socially gifted. He and Mc get along fantastically- so well that Sans gets noticeably jealous. Unfortunately, though, Red comes with some downsides of his own... namely the fact that even though he’s got a larger annual income than Sans, he spends a big portion of it on parties and gambling and drinking, ultimately making him less wealthy than Sans. He’s also famously a womaniser, and Mc suspects that his obvious interest in her is just a passing fancy that’ll disappear as soon as he returns to town.

If he proposed, she’d say no. She likes him much more than Sans but he’s not a very... stable option for the future. He’s not great with his money, and he’s even worse with his fidelity. She doesn’t want to be tied up with someone that might spend his entire fortune on partying and alcohol, or potentially ruin them with a cheating scandal.

Skull: The wealthiest out of the three, egregiously so. He could spend twice as much as Red and still be the richest of all of them by a country mile. But his injury has turned him into something of a hermit; he’s got Darcy’s social skills, every time he enters a room that contains more than just people he knows he wants to pass out or throw up. The only reason he’s in the area is because he and Red are close friends- Red is trying to get his buddy to come out of his shell a little, to be more comfortable in social situations and hopefully make some new acquaintances, so he drags him to balls and parties. This is literally a nightmare for Skull...

... Until he meets Mc, of course.

Mc has absolutely no idea what to think of Skull. He seems to appear at every event she attends, lurking either with Red or in the corner, always staring at her. Despite Red’s constant affirmations that Skull only stares at people he likes, she can’t help but worry that she offended him somehow... she can’t help but think he must dislike her.

#llamagines #p&p au #no way im typing out 'pride and prejudice' every single time i want to add something to this au #p&p it is #red gets that 'wingman realises he likes the person he's helping his friend get with' syndrome #likes her so much but knows that skull adores her #tries to convince himself his attachment to her is temporary #its really not

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lionlena · 1 year

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This is just a nightmare... (The Last of Us ff/ Joel/Ellie)

When Joel hears Ellie crying for the first time after Silver Lake, he's prepared for another fight. He bursts into the run-down room, gun ready, and... He freezes.

There's no danger there. There's only Ellie curled up on a makeshift bed. He needs a moment to understand the whole situation. His little girl cries in her sleep.

He's still a little rusty in his fatherly reactions. The last time he heard a cry like that was over 20 years ago. He remembers Sarah curled up in bed after some little asshole brutally broke his little girl's heart. But Ellie's crying is different. More pitiful... Maybe even scared. Joel would be the last person in the world who would want to scare her even more. So he carefully leans the gun against the wall and approaches the girl.

He gets down on one knee and gently strokes her.

" Ellie... Wake up..."

He tries to keep his voice soft. Though it's hard after so many years of using a gruff asshole voice.

Ellie opens her eyes sharply. She's ready to jump up and throw herself to fight or run.

Joel takes a step back and holds up his hands.

" Relax, it's just me. You're safe."

She needs a moment. She looks around nervously. Her breathing is quick and shallow.

" I..."

" You had a bad dream."

Ellie nods her head in embarrassment.

" Sorry. I didn't want to bother you."

" No, it's fine. Nothing happened. After all... After..." His voice trails off and he nervously rubs his temple. "You have the right to have nightmares."

An awkward silence falls between them. Joel doesn't know what to do. Ellie hadn't told him exactly what David wanted do to her. But he guesses.

He's been in this fucked up world for almost 50 years. Even before the infected, there were people who Joel would have castrated with a dull knife.

People who made him shudder thinking about Sarah alone in the wrong neighborhood.

Or about Sarah being home alone at night and forgetting to lock the damn door.

Joel wanted to assure Ellie that he would never hurt her in that way (in any way, actually), but more so than that.

He knows, however, that words won't change anything, and he secretly hopes that she already knows that.

He also knows he shouldn't initiate any touch unless she does it herself.

However, he desperately wants to provide her with a minimum of comfort.

" Go to sleep, it's still early. If you want, I'll sit with you."

Her nod is almost imperceptible, but he doesn't miss it.

He sits next to her, leaving a few inches between them. It's Ellie moving in. She rests her forehead against his thigh and falls asleep. When her breathing is calm enough, Joel adjusts the blanket over her and strokes her head. Looking at her sleeping face, he feels his heart expand painfully. He would like to hide her in that heart, so that nothing and no one can reach her anymore. Instead, he makes a tacit promise to himself that he won't let anyone else hurt her.

The next day, Ellie seems to be better. She jokes a few times and asks him questions he has no idea how to answer. Joel, however, notices subtle changes in her. Like she sticks close to him. So his hand is still touching her shoulder.

A few months earlier he would have been irritable about it. He would move away from her, maybe even growl at her to keep her from getting under his feet.

But everything has changed, and he's forcing himself not to put his arm around her again. Like when he found her in the snow and saw her face covered in blood.

However, he knows that it would be too much for her. She needs him, she still trusts him and feels safe with him, but she is the one who sets the boundaries.

That's why Joel strictly adheres to these boundaries. Whenever Ellie has a nightmare, he tries to wake her up with his voice. Each time he asks her if he should sit next to her or lie down next to her. Ellie never refuses but he never stops asking.

However, a few weeks later, when they happen to be camping in the woods, her nightmare becomes stronger. Ellie not only cries but also screams "leave me" and throws herself after bed. Joel needs to stop it. Not just because it breaks his heart, but also because someone might hear them.

However, his voice doesn't work on her this time. Joel finally breaks down and grabs her hands.

" Ellie, wake up... You're safe. It's me Joel..."

When she finally wakes up, her eyes are open with terror. It breaks his heart.

Ellie looks at his hands tightening around her wrists and Joel quickly pulls away.

" Sorry. I had to wake you up."

He expects the worst. A scream, a push, or that Ellie hating him.

However, only one broken word comes out of her mouth:

" Joel..."

All her pain, fear and plea are contained in that one word. Her request that he take it all away. A request that he take this whole nightmare away. But that's one thing Joel can't do. It doesn't matter how hard he tries.

He decides to take a risk and trust his fatherly instinct. He opens his arms ready for a hug and says:

" I'm so sorry babygirl."

Ellie jumps into his arms. She wraps her hands tightly around his neck and cries. And Joel is holding her and rocking her.

They are still in the woods. There is still a risk of someone hearing them but her cries are now muffled by his arms. And he's not going to let her go.

He will hold her as long as she needs it.

Because she's his daughter now.

His babygirl.

*Polish version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46126210

#the last of us #Joel Miller #Ellie Williams #dad/daughter #joel and ellie #after episode 8 #missing scene #Ellie has nigtmare #And Joel tries help #hurt/comfort #My writing #fanfiction #tlou fic

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God, how do I even explain this ... I'm just going to copy word for word what I put in my AO3 author's notes 😂

Um, hello! I have no excuse for this except that I think about it all the time and I wanted to write it. This is soooo self-indulgent and unrealistic but I had fun!

The premise is that Borros Baratheon died when Camyla was 10 so her mum rushed to find her a husband powerful enough to protect the 10 year old Lady Baratheon and so Camyla married Aemond

Warning this is unfinished because I have no idea what Corlys would choose, honestly I could see it going either way ...

'He is your son Viserys. Your blood,' Queen Alicent pleaded.

Camyla felt sick to her stomach. Selfishly, a part of her wanted the Queen to stop talking, to not make them watch her humiliation. The greater part, the part of her that had howled in anger at seeing her husband's eye on a plate, understood (as much as she could) that the Queen was desperate and furious.

As the King turned away, turned his back on his son's suffering and his wife's begging, Camyla realised something: any power that the Queen, the princesses, and the princes had, was completely controlled by the King. He was their Head of House, and Queen Alicent's father, while being Hand to the King, was not Lord Hightower. They had no leverage.

But Camyla, as Lady Baratheon, did.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

'Lord Velaryon,' Camyla said loudly, putting as much confidence and power in her voice as she could, 'How does House Velaryon plan to amend the injury done to House Baratheon on this night?'

It felt like every eye in the room turned towards her and Camyla wanted to shrink away.

But Baratheons were proud, stubborn and strong. They did not concede. They did not compromise. And they certainly did not cower.

Camyla forced herself to stand as tall and immovable as Storm's End itself.

'And what injury is this?' Lord Corlys asked indignantly.

'Prince Aemond is the Lord Consort Baratheon. The boy you claim as heir has maimed him and it is my duty as Lady Baratheon, Lady of Storm's End and Lady Paramount of the Stormlands to demand a blood price.'

There was an immediate uproar.

'Father, this is ridiculous!' Rhaenyra cried.

'I have declared the matter finished,' Viserys said, weak voice as strong as he could make it.

'With all due respect, Your Grace, this is a matter between House Baratheon and House Velaryon. Unless either Lord Corlys or I submit an official petition before the Crown, the Crown has no jurisdiction over the matters of House Baratheon and House Velaryon.'

Lord Corlys was an average politician and a brilliant seafarer. Or at least that's how her mother had always described him to Camyla. There was no denying the man's bravery and capabilities on the sea, the riches of Driftmark and House Velaryon were a testament to that, but he was also shortsighted and overly-ambitious with his politics.

'If Lucerys Velaryon does not receive a suitable punishment, for as long as my line resides at Storm's End, no Velaryon ships will be welcome in our waters. Velaryon ships will not be welcome to rest or request aid on the Sapphire Isle or Turtle Isle.'

Having to avoid the Stormlands' waters would force Velaryon ships to sail too far east in the Narrow Sea, adding time to their voyages which would reduce their profits. But her main trump card was Tarth and Estermont - they were invaluable as safe havens from the perils of the sea and as places to resupply.

'What is it exactly, that you would have me do, Lady Baratheon? Would cutting out the eye of an eight-year old sate your need for blood?' Lord Corlys asked in a clipped tone.

Yes. Or maybe both of them.

Marriage at 10 years of age had never crossed Camyla's mind, but the death of her father put her in a precarious situation. Her mother that explained it to her as gently as she could, but her words still haunted Camyla's nightmares. She could be forced to wed and consumate the marriage by men of ambition and cruelty. Her young age would be more of a bonus than a detterent - it is much easier to control a child than a woman.

Her best hope was to marry a boy her age and have him move into Storm's End (in case she needed protecting from him). A marriage contract would be put in place which would stipulate that consumation before the age of ten-and-six would have the marriage declared null and void. The boy would have to be of a sufficiently influential family, that no man would risk stealing their bride.

Aemond Targaryen had been their best (and pretty much only) option. As the second son of the ruling king and a potential dragonrider, Camyla's safety would be all but assured. He was also the same age as Camyla and was known to be an intelligent and obedient boy.

The first time they met was when they married and Camyla was instantly smitten. With his lovely silver-blond hair and sad, sapphire blue eyes, he looked like a prince from the stories. Whenever he so much as looked at her, she got a funny feeling in her tummy and she felt like giggling. It didn't help that when he did look at her, he blushed a pretty pink which made his eyes seem even bluer.

And now he had lost one of his beautiful blue eyes and he was in pain and the only adult who seemed to care was his mother. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair and maybe they should take out Luke's eye and maybe that would stop the pain in Camyla's heart and the rage in her blood.

But Camyla wasn't a child anymore. She hadn't been since the death of her father.

Having made this a Baratheon issue she couldn't even look to Queen Alicent to tell her what to do. So she had to be smart and cunning like her lady mother. She had to think like Lady Baratheon, not Lady Camyla.

The Princess would never let anybody harm her son and, while it would be satisfying, it would be useless. She had to make this count.

Camyla looked to her cousin, Rhaenys, in the hopes of finding an ally who understood what she was trying to do.

'As long as my husband's assailant is in line to inherit the Driftmark throne, Velaryon ships will find no solace in the Stormlands. Nor will we accept any of his line.'

'My son will not be disinherited for protecting himself and his brothers!' Rhaenyra argued, looking to her father for help.

'Camyla, this is going too far,' the King warned her.

Instead of calming her down the words riled her further - he had no right to call her that! She would not be condescended and belittled. She was Lady Baratheon and hers was the fury.

She was also a Caron and had been taught how to use her words.

'I would, of course, welcome a rebuttal from Laenor Velaryon, as it is through him that Lucerys claims the Driftmark throne,' she said calmly, with a sweet smile on her face.

Rhaenyra looked away awkwardly, turning to look at Prince Daemon quickly before she turned back to her father.

The Prince was standing by the doorway, leaning against it casually, not seeming to care about his daughters who were in disarray and slightly bloodied. Camyla looked at them out of the corner of her eye - Baela and Rhaena were standing behind their grandmother, clutching at her arms. Rhaena looked like she was barely holding back tears while Baela looked at the scene with faraway eyes. Despite the part they played in the night's mess, Camyla felt a frisson of pity for them; she knew the awful emptiness that came with losing a parent, but she at least had a mother who cared for her and looked after her. If it was she who had turned up bloodied and bruised, her mother would have raised the seven hells and one extra for good measure; Prince Daemon didn't even look at his daughters - instead his eerie purple gaze was completely focused on Princess Rhaenyra.

'As I said before, I do not know where my husband is as I could not sleep and went for a walk to clear my mind,' Rhaenyra said.

'Then I turn to you, Lord Velaryon, to ask what you will choose,' Camyla replied, looking back at Lord Corlys.

Lord Corlys had been whispering furiously with Rhaenys and when he turned to look at Camyla, the look in his eyes was not unlike that of a spooked horse. The lines in his face looked deeper and the bags under his eyes darker than they had at the beginning of the night. Camyla felt bad, she really did, to make him make such a choice the night of his daughter's funeral. But a line had been crossed, and it was up to him to decide on which side of it his family would fall.

Whether he kept Luke as heir was almost immaterial - Laenor would rule after him and either keep Luke as his heir or reinstate him. What was important was the choice.

(And the amount of time Camyla would have to convince Tarth and Estermont that it was definitely in their best interests to close their seas to Velaryon ships)

Lord Corlys let out a deep sigh, one that seemed to come from his soul and as he opened his mouth to speak, Princess Rhaenys fixed him with a piercing look, as if she could will the words that would be coming out of his mouth to be what she wanted them to be.

#Text #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #You Only Get What You Grieve

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moonshotsx · 1 year

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once upon a... nightmare? (sashnarcia princess au)

blame those finale red carpet outfits lmao the villains x princess vibes were too strong to resist

Marcia sighed as she stared outside the window.

Another day had passed, another day closer to the one she was meant to marry a prince she didn't love, let alone know.

She had less than a few days away from the grand wedding, there was no escape in sight.

If there only was something she could do to get out of the situation her father had put her into, she'd give everything she'd got to get away.

Her thoughts were interrupted by red smoke filling the center of her room, followed by a muffled thud.

She got up and froze in place against the wall as two figures emerged from the fog.

Witches?

"Ah, shit, this doesn't look like the throne room".

The taller of the two broke the silence, a brunette with a scar on her eyebrow.

"How could you manage to get the wrong room, again, darling? Didn't you say you were sure of its location?"

The older one sported a fashionable hat that Marcia has seen worn by other women at court, but she had to admit it looked much better on the mysterious woman.

"You're not far off, it's one floor blow from here," Marcia let out before she could stop herself."

"See! I wasn't that off... wait! Who the hell are you?".

"You break into my father's castle and didn't bother to look up who I was?" Marcia tilted her head, "I'm the princess".

She wasn't offended, rather confused. She was sure everyone in the realm knew of her.

"My, my," the older woman walked up to her, for some reason, Marcia couldn't help but feel drawn to her, "We came in looking for treasure but dare I say we struck gold with this one".

She should be yelling for the guards to come save her.

And yet, the more she thought over the situation, the more she felt like this could be her chance to run away for good.

Away from a life she never wanted.

"Sash, is this really a good idea? One thing is stealing the king's treasure, another is to kidnap his daughter".

"If she comes with us voluntarily it's not kidnapping, now is it?" Sasha replied as she reached for Marcia's face.

With a softness she wouldn't expect from a dark witch, Sasha lifted her chin. There was no way she could escape those hypnotizing eyes.

"What's your name, princess?"

"M-Marcia, ma'am".

"Hm, so polite. I like that," Sasha smiled, "I'm Sasha and this is my... Anetra," she tilted her head over to the brunette, the latter sported a straight face void of emotions.

"Don't worry, she looks mean, but doesn't mean harm".

"How can you say you mean no harm if you came here with the intent to steal?"

"I'm sure your daddy wouldn't notice if a few cups of gold went missing, just saying," Anetra huffed with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If I were to come with you..." Marcia started, "Can you promise not to give me back under any condition? No matter the bounty".

Sasha seemed taken back by the request, "May I ask why such request?"

"I'm set to marry a prince from a far away land in a few days, I haven't even met him yet," she started to explain before she could feel her eyes swelling up with tears at the mere thought of it.

"Hush, dear," the witch said gently, "We can take you far away from here, and you won't have to worry about it anymore".

Marcia could only nod, her eyes meeting Anetra's briefly as she looked over Sasha's shoulder.

The brunette's face had changed to a more empathetic one.

"What day is the wedding set for?"

"Sunday".

Sasha looked back at Anetra, the latter nodded before the three of them were startled by a knock on the bedroom door.

"Your Highness, is everything alright?" Marcia's lady-in-waiting asked from the other side of the door, "The guards said they heard a thud?"

"Y-Yes! Nothing the matter, I just bumped into my bed, you know how clumsy I get," the princess was able to quickly recover, seemingly believable enough to be left alone soon after.

After a few moments of silence, Anetra spoke up.

"It's too risky to take you with us tonight, the guards are already alert," she reasoned before Marcia grabbed onto her sleeve.

"No, please, you can't leave me here," she begged, panic rising through her chest.

"Princess, look at me," Sasha said in a calm yet stern tone, "She's right, it's too dangerous tonight".

A lone tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.

"However, we'll be back Saturday night to get you, it's a promise".

Marcia nodded.

"I'll be ready".

#fic prompt #sashnarcia #princess au

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general--winter · 1 year

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May I please request headcanons for Sae Niijima falling in love with a fellow lawyer who used to be a cop and seeing them defend themselves against a violent client?

author's note: Ooooo this is a good one!! I had a lot of ideas for this one, but the end result is what I ended up running with. Sae's a pretty complex character, so I hope I didn't do anything extremely wrong with her. I just thought about how she would act in this situation based on my memory of her from the game. This is also based around post-P5 Sae. Enjoy everyone!

rating: teen

fandom: persona 5

pairings: sae niijima x gn!reader

word count: 666

warnings: physical assault, explicit language

summary: Sae's struggles with falling for her cop-turned-lawyer coworker.

Sae was currently engrossed in her podcast as she strode out of her office building two hours late, as usual. Work piled up too much and it was essentially expected that she would take unpaid overtime. Rush hour was in full swing, and taking the train home would be an absolute nightmare, so she was steeling herself for the journey, which would consist of standing on her heels for an hour and a half in a rocking train.

Before she could leave, however, a commotion broke out in the lobby. Through her headphones she sensed someone yelling obscenities. “You god-damn, good-for-nothing attorney! Gonna get me fucking life if you keep up this shitshow,” she caught after pulling one bud out. Her head would whip around to see you, standing with your back rod straight, hands behind your back, while the client was detained by their prison security escorts, spitting in your face with their words. They had it handled, so Sae figured she would leave and make sure you were okay later over text, as you two were acquaintances. The next move of the client kept her gaze glued, though.

She saw the client break free from the hold of the security officers and make a run for you as she turned around to depart. Her entire body tensed up, ready to make a run for it if they were in fact dangerous. But before Sae could process anything, you had stepped to the side, grabbed your assailant’s wrists, and pinned them down with your knee to the tile floor face-down. It looked like a move straight out of Makoto’s toolkit.

Sae would be almost awestruck at this. I think she would genuinely believe that someone who can defend themselves in such a calm and collected manner is pretty… cool. Her demeanor would never give this away, though. Maybe just a raise of her eyebrow.

“Can I get a pair of handcuffs?” you would ask in a quiet voice of the guards. “Preferably a pair they won’t break out of.”

At this point, Sae would turn to leave, her heart thumping oddly. Sure, you two were friends. She knew you used to be a cop, so that move you pulled was probably just standard stuff for you. But it made her heart flutter. Why? She figured your effortless protective actions may have awakened some sort of attraction in her. This was a pointless feeling. You two would remain friends. No ifs, ands, or buts. Sae has no time for frivolous pursuits.

Every day after, however, Sae would find herself losing her composure around you. Stumbling over legal jargon that she has studied for years, spilling a cup of coffee on the floor of the office, just… uncharacteristic mistake. You would ask Sae if she was alright after a week of this. Her response would be a curt “I’m fine.” Maybe she would continue the conversation to ask you about open cases that you two were collaborating on.

“Listen,” you would say. “I know that you’ve been acting strange around me since you watched me put that client’s face on the tile. Are you scared of me now?”

Sae would reply: “No, I’m not. If you intend on talking about this, please contact me after work hours.”

And that you would, calling her when you were free. Luckily, she would be as well, and you two would talk. Sae reassures you that she’s not afraid of you or anything, but you would need to really work the truth out of her. In a fit of frustration, she would yell that she was pretty flustered by that move and couldn’t stop thinking about you in a romantic way.

“Oh? That’s what it is. How about we go to an izakaya tomorrow after work then? Just the two of us.” Had you just asked her on a date? She would act reluctant to accept, but deep inside, she was elated to spend time with you alone outside of work.

#persona #persona 5 #persona fanfiction #persona 5 fanfiction #persona x reader #sae niijima x reader #sae niijima #gender neutral reader #headcanon #request #god i was so conflicted on saw my entire playthrough she's such a fantastic character #first i was neutral then i hated her then i loved her at the end

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haltandcatchfiretothemax · 2 months

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(belated!) FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024 #18: In which Donna (and by extension, Cameron) assist in a critical rescue effort

[CN: food/eating mentions; alcohol mentions; fictional plane crash]

[ALSO: spoilers for season 1 of Yellowjackets]

In 1996, Donna and Cameron are elated to celebrate Haley’s graduation, and see her off to college. Donna throws a huge party, delights in taking her graduate shopping for everything she’ll need for her dorm room, and makes an event of taking Haley to school and helping her move in.

But then, after Haley is situated, Donna realizes that she is an empty nester. She copes with it by obsessing over a horrifying and puzzling news story: in May, Flight 2525, carrying a high school girls’ soccer team to a tournament went missing. Watching the news from their living room couch, Donna says, “They’re Haley’s age...most of them should be at college right now, what a nightmare.” After a couple weeks of reading everything she can find about the flight, she manages to get in touch with the Matthews, whose daughter Lottie was a member of the soccer team, and who chartered the flight. When Lottie’s father says that the NTSB hasn’t found anything in months, and that the private former NTSB investigator that they hired hasn’t been able to find anything either, Donna offers to see if any of her contacts are willing to review their findings. The Matthews and the other parents are desperate, and so they accept.

-- When photocopies of the private investigator’s research arrives, Cameron looks at it. “I think getting involved in this is a terrible idea, but I’ve gotten weird about crazier things,” she says. After she goes through everything, she looks at the map again, and says, “I don’t think they’ve been looking in the right place. Like, the projection for the debris field, I think it’s wrong. Did they look in Canada?”

-- Donna calls Risa’s femme aerospace engineering professor ex, who agrees with Cameron, and puts the debris field way north of where the NTSB put it, in Alberta. Donna then finds a search and rescue firm run by a woman who used to be in tech that has connections to the local parks department and wilderness experience, Lottie’s father hires them, and they deploy an all-woman search team. When Risa, not entirely kidding, predicts, “We have lesbians with carabiners on the case now, so we’re gonna see results,” Donna hopes that she’s right

-- It takes the search team a week to find the plane, and it’s unexpected ‘gone to lake’ message, and another day to call in more reinforcements and find the lake. They find a girl sleeping on the ground outside a cabin, and they wake her, and she tells them that the rest of the survivors are in the cabin. Finding the survivors to be in shockingly good health, the search team starts the process of transporting them all back to Calgary

-- The Matthews fly the survivor’s parents to meet them in Calgary, and Donna helps some of the parents to secure hotel accommodations for the trip. She winds up getting hotel room and flight for herself, and Cameron, who isn’t about to let Donna go off to meet a bunch of strangers by herself, agrees to go with her

-- When they gets to the search and rescue firm’s offices, she finds the survivors crowded into the lobby, looking dazed, while a team of private nurses buzzes around them, taking down their information and re-checking their vitals. Cameron and Donna wind up handing out water and protein bars to them while the owner of the firm orders food for them

-- After a literal feeding frenzy that actually kind of scares every non-survivor in the room, Donna talks to the survivors, asking if there’s anything else she can get for them while they wait for their parents. One of the soccer players, a 17 year old girl whose hair reminds Donna of the first time she met Cameron, semi-jokingly asks for a stiff drink, and says, ‘thanks anyway,’ when Donna asks one of the nurses if she has any Xanax.

-- Another girl, who’s wrapped in a blanket, and sitting off to the side, somewhat removed from the rest of the group, quietly asks for hot cocoa. Donna finds packets of instant cocoa in a kitchen, near the carafes of coffee and hot water, so she mixes some. The girl starts crying when Donna brings it back to her, so Donna stays with her for a while

-- A third girl demands to know how they were found, as if she’s angry they were rescued. When the owner of the firm explains that Donna helped find new personnel track down a new lead, the girl glares at Donna from behind her wire rim glasses and poof of curly blonde hair

-- Donna asks the girl who asked for a drink about her, and she says that they probably only survived as long as they did because the girl in the glasses, Misty, took some red cross class, and knew how to sterilize wounds and tie tourniquets. Donna makes a point of talking to Misty and praising her for taking care of her teammates and sharing her skills. Misty seems less angry after that

-- Later, in the privacy of their hotel room, Cameron says that Misty is weird (“which is significant, coming from me, Donna”)

-- When the parents of the survivors arrive, the scene is predictably overwhelming, even before they all start to thank Donna profusely for her efforts. No one claims the girl who asked for the drink, though, because her mother is too sick to travel

-- Before they all retire to their hotel rooms, Donna passes business cards out, and and offers to help anyone who needs to figure out college admissions or job placements before they all return home. The girl who asked for the drink, Natalie, is the only one who takes her up on it. A few weeks into the new year, she calls Donna at work, and tells her that she never really had a plan for after high school, and that she needs to get out of New Jersey

-- Donna invites her out to California, and Natalie ends up moving to San José. Donna helps her find a job, and Cameron gives her a book on code, which Natalie wants to like, but finds boring. After she establishes residency, Natalie starts community college, and two years after that, she gets into UC Santa Cruz, where she goes on to study philosophy.

-- Well over a year after the rescue, Donna gets another call at work, which she picks up herself because her assistant has gone home for the day. When she says, “Symphonic Ventures, this is Donna,” the person on the other end says, “Hi, this is Jackie Taylor, from…the plane crash? You got hot cocoa for me.” It takes a second, but Donna realizes who she is and sits up, and says, “Hi! How are you doing? What can I do for you?”

-- Jackie says that she doesn’t know what to do, and when Donna asks, “About what, sweetie?” Jackie says, “Anything?” She relates a long and complicated story about how she and her best friend got into a terrible fight shortly before the rescue, after which they never spoke again, and how she didn’t have any friends and had dropped out after half a semester at Rutgers because she couldn’t drag herself out of bed anymore, and how she’d probably already peaked in high school

-- Finally, she says, “Did you ever have a friend who you thought would be in your life forever? And like, you were totally fine with that? Like, you would have been happy to hang out with them for the rest of your life?”

-- Donna is slightly bewildered by this outpouring of emotion, but she says, “I felt that way about my partner when we started working together.” “And now?” Jackie asks. Donna grins, “She moved in a few months ago, so I guess we’ll be hanging out for a while.”

-- Jackie asks Donna what their house is like, and about Donna’s job. Donna tells her about Mountain View, and her pool, and getting married young and then getting divorced and into venture capital, and Gordon and their kids and Mutiny and Cameron, and then takes the opportunity to ask Jackie, “What about you though? What did you want to study, at Rutgers?”

-- When Jackie says that she doesn’t know, and that she’s never really been good at anything but looking like an overachiever, Donna ends up inviting her to visit

-- Jackie tears through a stack of unopened birthday cards from relatives and family friends who haven’t know what to say to her since the plane crash and finds enough money to pay for an open ended round trip bus ticket to San José, which she books immediately

-- A few weeks later Jackie arrives in Mountain View. Cameron and Donna find her to be a mostly pleasant houseguest, but scold her for apologizing whenever she asks them for anything. Jackie blushes self-consciously when Cameron tells her, “You’re allowed to take up space.”

-- While in the Bay Area, Jackie takes herself sightseeing and goes to the beach. She visits with Natalie, who actually seems happy to see her, and finds that Natalie is sharing her tiny, one-bedroom apartment with a girl she met through her bookstore job (Jackie is very curious about this, but manages to keep her prying questions to herself)

-- Haley takes Jackie out on her next to last night in Mountain View. She gets dressed up and dances and drinks alcohol for the first time since the plane crash, and she gets so drunk that she kisses Haley while they’re waiting outside the bar’s restroom (Haley doesn’t exactly mind, but also isn’t about to take advantage of a vulnerable young woman

--She does wind up sleeping in the guest room with Jackie, though, partly because she’s afraid that Jackie will be sick, but also because she is very easy on the eyes, and better company than she realizes

-- (Donna asks Haley the next morning how their outing was, and if she ‘showed Jackie a good time,’ and Haley says, “Yeah, and she showed me one too” before sashaying out of the kitchen. Cameron and Donna are delighted by this mildly scandalous turn of events)

-- When Donna drives Jackie to the bus station two days later, she asks Jackie what she’s going to do when she gets home. “I don’t really know,” Jackie says with a tentative smile. “I’ll figure it out, I guess? I have a week on a bus to think about it….” Then, she says, “Thanks for having me, Donna. This was really amazing.”

-- When Jackie gets home, she starts looking for a job and learning how to drive, and starts using the internet more regularly. For a while, she takes every ‘am I gay?’ quiz she can find (they all say 'probably', ‘maybe’, or ‘yes, definitely’)

-- A year later, Donna gets a postcard with a picture of a sculpture called “Gay Liberation” on it. She turns it over, and it says, “Donna, I figured it out! Thanks again, your friend Jackie Taylor (p.s tell Cameron I say hi)”

-- Donna pins the postcard to the cork board in her office, so she can look at it whenever she feels like she doesn’t know what to do, or like she’s not doing enough.

#...this got out of hand (I had to cut stuff bc i ran out of characters?) but WHATEVER: halt/yellowjackets crossover that no one asked for #'did you write this whole thing just to give jackie a happy ending?' yes i did and WHAT ABOUT IT #the 'wrong debris field' bit is jacked from departure which i started watching bc kelly mccormack is in s2~#femslash february #femslash feb 2024 #better living through headcanons!#cameron howe #donna clark #donna emerson #jackie taylor #natalie scatorccio

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floralcavern · 12 days

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Writing the Go For A Punch characters

This anime concept has not been able to leave my mind and I’m hyperfixating on the potential and the possible characters that could be in this fake anime, so here we are.

T/W for suicide

Plot:

6 girls wake up in a bathroom with no exit. There are 5 stalls, each without a door. There’s a school announcement speaker in the bathroom and a vent really high up, but other than that, there was nothing. They still had their school bags filled with their stuff. The girls all slowly go insane, mental breakdowns and suicide taking hold of them.

Saki -

We all know her from the fake screenshots and fanart. Saki is quiet but a smart girl and a great problem solver. She has bad insomnia, which means she’s up practically every night in this hell hole. Saki is the one who tries to keep everyone calm using facts and logic. She had come up with a plan to try and created a hole in the wall for them to escape, chipping away at it every night, since she can’t sleep. She didn’t know any of the girls before being trapped here, having been a brand new transfer student. She was the ‘final girl’ after Junko died. She made sure everyone kept up with their strict rationing of their snacks and lunch boxes, even coming up with the idea that they may have to eat their shoes, or even their clothes. She had a mental breakdown after Junko had died, realizing now she was all alone, with no one there. This was the first time she had cried during their time trapped there.

Kana -

Kana has long, braided strawberry blonde hair with a pretty red ribbon keeping it tied up. She was the popular girl at their school and was set to have a bright future, inheriting her family’s fortune. She attempted to act high and mighty, throwing fits. After Junko put her in her place, that night, she had an awful nightmare, the next day she sat in place the entire time, her ribbon no longer tied in her hair. Yui came over to check on her, and Kana shows her the ribbon, now tied into a small noose. The next day, the girls had found that Kana strangled herself with the ribbon. They put her body in one of the stalls, though it still haunted them, as there are no doors on the stalls, meaning they still saw her body.

Naoko -

Naoko has short, bobbed black hair. She is very sensitive and quick to tears. She is terrified of the situation, the only one who she feels she can open up to being Yui. She was severely bullied in school, having no friends. She had many sleepless nights sobbing, and after Kana’s death, she felt absolutely miserable, feeling like all hope was lost. She told Yui she wanted to end it all, but was too cowardly. Eventually, she asked Yui to drown her in the sink, telling her that no matter how much she may struggle, do not release her until she is dead. She asks Yui to do this since she is the only one Naoko considers a true friend here. Yui eventually succumbed to Naoko’s requests and put her body in another doorless stall.

Yui -

Yui has long, brown hair in a big bun. She is the happy one of the group who kept mostly everyone sane with her cheerful attitude. She was the third to die. She blamed herself for Kana’s death already, feeling like she wasn’t able to keep things happy enough for Kana to not want to kill herself. And after losing Naoko, her best friend, she didn’t know what to do. That’s when reality really set in, as she had to kill her with her own hands. She started thinking about her family and how she would never see her parents again. She had a mental breakdown, and despite the girls trying to calm her down, they failed, and Yui died by bashing her head into the same sink Naoko drowned in. She was put in the same stall as Naoko, the others knowing it would’ve been what she wanted.

Yume -

Yume had bushy red hair kept in an out of control ponytail. She had been very low maintenance this entire time. She came from a very poor family and was used to living in times of horrible desperation and starvation. She was the only who came up with the idea to eat the corpses of the girls who had died, saying that shoes aren’t very nutritious to keep them alive. Yume was the fourth one to die. She and Kana did not get along and Yume was rather happy to see her gone, saying that “the spoiled brat had no idea how to survive in these circumstances.” She also resented Saki, saying that she should be the leader, not Saki. But she started to go a little crazy as well. She was fully convinced she was going to survive this and she was the most capable of everyone there to be in this situation. After a huge, bloody fight with Junko, Junko killed her by strangulation as means of self defense, since Yume had full intent to kill her. Her body went into another doorless stall.

Junko -

Junko had black hair in a very messy cut, like she cut her own hair with kitchen scissors, which is kept in a half up ponytail. She was the fifth and final one to die. Junko was the delinquent girl, aggressive and not afraid to stand her ground and be blunt. She was the daughter of a yakuza boss and understood dangerous situations. She believed Saki to be the best leader, since she was the most level headed out of all of them. Junko acted as her right hand in decision making. But after the two were the last to die, Junko didn’t know what to do. She told Saki they should eat the girls as a way to be able to keep living, since their backpacks were all running out of snacks. Saki refused to eat anyone, saying it would destroy her humanity, and Junko decided she wouldn’t either. One day Junko managed to get Saki to fall asleep, but Junko didn’t wake up, dying from starvation, having hidden her thinned stomach under her thick school sweater.

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Hi! I already asked this question to other people but I just want your opinion on this:

What would the reaction of some Bloodborne bosses (before they turn into monsters) when meeting the Good Hunter, who is a New Game+ that somehow managed (maybe accidentally) went back in time before the event of the game starts? My impression of the Good Hunter is that they're a contracted hunter when they came out of the clinic. Due to social anxiety from not talking to sane people in their last round of killing Flora, the people of Yharnam will end up get the impression of "He's just standing there, menacingly" vibe off of em'. And to top it all off, they're blood quality is so pungent then normal blood saint, its as if they themselves is a great one (if ya wanna go with the squid baby ending then be my guest).

Hope you get well soon <3

HI, I'M SO SORRY I'M JUST NOW GETTING TO THIS, THIS SICKNESS HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS AND I'M JUST NOW STARTING TO GET COHERENT THOUGHTS 😭😭😭

Looking at some few bosses rq that transform when we see them, I'd have to agree with how you put it! Gascoigne especially would be bewildered as to why the Good Hunter is so reluctant and shocked. Almost as if they'd seen a ghost! We know Gascoigne though revels in the fight while he's still human, so I think he'd eventually have enough of just Staredown: The Game, and initiate the fight himself if he had to.

As for the next one on our list, Amelia, I feel like she'd be more sensitive to the presence of the Good Hunter's blood. If she has the chance to pull herself away from her prayer when approached, all of this plus the hunt and her impending transformation would probably make her even more afraid at that moment. Who is this hunter she's never seen before? Why is their blood something akin to Old Blood and maybe something stronger? And more importantly, why are they staring at her in such as way, almost as if they are as scared as she is at that moment? I think she might also take it as a sign from the Great Ones themselves. Unfortunately, I don't think she will have the time to ponder why...

As for some other bosses throughout the main game, most I think will not have that important of a reaction, but others like Ebrietas, Logarius, and Wet Nurse will definitely take some notice. Mostly the same between them all. Considering the other Great Ones we encounter are stronger than Flora, they could also most likely have knowledge of the events from before and recognize the Good Hunter as well. As for how they'd react to the blood? I'd say either cautious or inquisitive.

As for the DLC... Ludwig is an interesting one, being the opposite of most cases in Bloodborne. He turns from a beast back into a man. I feel like that experience along with being in the Nightmare plus his connection to the Moonlight Greatsword would give him an idea of sensing other powers. He is a very caring individual so I feel like he would take notice of the Good Hunter's reactions and body language in this situation, and might even ask about it. Whether or not he gets an answer, I feel like he would have some suspicions as to what's going on. Maria might be the same, as well

And as for Endgame...

Gehrman catches onto everything the second the Good Hunter sets foot into the Dream workshop (again). He's dealt with enough shit to understand the Hunter has something otherworldly about them in some way. But I also feel like he knows about the reset, being forced to relive imprisonment, and fighting the Good Hunter all over again. If anything, I think he'd react to it all with pure sorrow. (Why can't peepaw ever be happy 😭)

Flora would obviously know. And she would be fucking. Pissed. The Good Hunter's strength with the ascension by just its presence would probably weaken her. She knows they got the better of her before and she is going to make sure it doesn't happen again. One thing I do think though, could some of the power be taken from Flora in the past experience? And if so, does she lack that power still in this current run?

BONUS

Micolash would of course sense everything and might even be aware. Is he gonna do or say anything about it? Fuck no. He's probably going to be the exact same. Might even jump through EVEN MORE mirrors. What good research it would be, to see how much you could annoy a Great One!

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #gehrman the first hunter #father gascoigne #ludwig the holy blade #vicar amelia #micolash host of the nightmare #moon presence #thank you for the ask!#and for the get better wishes #i'm trying my best 😭#i must definitely feel better tho because I DIDN'T EXPECT TO WRITE THIS MUCH???#my brain is big with bloodborne #headcanon

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docholligay · 1 year

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Misty: Ep 2

Hello! This is about up to Episode 2 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 2 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the second episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me. Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open!

One of the major victories, so far, of this show is the way it handles Misty. Misty is both a victim and a villain, and that is one of my absolute favorite places for a character to be. They also really avoid the “poor, beleaguered nerd cri cri” that I am so opposed to in fiction.

Don’t misunderstand me, I feel deeply for Misty in that opening scene with the phone call, because I was her, minus that fact that I most definitely did not have my own phone line*. When she talks about Plato and opinion being the wilderness between knowledge and ignorance, but she’s so socially uncanny she has no idea how to respond to the girls on the other end of the line without playing more into their trap, I cringed because that could have described me PERFECTLY from about the ages of 7 to 13. When i was little, it was basically decided by my classmates that no one was going to attend my birthday party, and so, not a single person showed up. I am not unsympathetic to what this shit feels like.

So I LOVE how the show goes, “Oh, you feel for her, but as an adult, you also would find her offputting and unlikeable” and they throw us into this date situation where Misty is being unspeakably weird, and not understanding how the social game is played. There are many, many of us who were Misty as children, and grew up to learn how the game was played. I learned it so well I actually became a mean girl human nightmare from about the ages of 15 to 22-23. Calling it a game is even a touch dismissive. We are pack animals, and understanding how pack communication is done is a life skill.

Misty is, even as an adult, unlikeable. Part of me wonders if she, too, is trapped at 17 the way I’ve accused other characters of being. Did it have to be this way? Might her life have changed if she went to college, was able to reinvent herself? I mean, we aren’t really given anything, but in that opening scene, I can see she has a very nice room, with her own phone line, and nice clothes. It SEEMS like her parents care about her at least to some degree. And that is, I think, a major part of resilience. What might Misty have been if she wasn’t out in the wild? Who might she have become, and would it be a more socially appropriate person than she is now?

Because she found a part of herself out there that I think she’s still clinging to.

There are people who are born for certain situations, and certain moments. People who are incredibly good in a crisis. I may be an abrasive piece of shit in my day to day life, but I also am fairly good in a crisis. There’s Winston Churchill. Anyway, Misty is also one of those people who is great in a crisis. From the word go, she manages the situation with a very clear head, bracing herself as the plane crashes, immediately looking for the emergency door. She has excellent first aid skills--though I scoff at her having taken babysitter first aid, I have taken wilderness first aid, and that is shit from wilderness first aid and even a bit beyond--and proves herself invaluable to the team.

All of that is fine. All of that is great, actually.

But what this leads to is her manufacturing a crisis--well, that’s not fair, let’s instead say prolonging a crisis--so that she can continue to be liked and useful. When I saw the end of t6he episode, I was appalled, but I wasn’t SHOCKED. I think that’s a credit to the writers, who have shown us time and again how a REASONABLE person could not like Misty or find her offputting. This is the first time in her life that people have had nice things to say about her. She helped someone in need.

And so it doesn’t surprise me that she went into healthcare, and I am 100% sure, though please, don’t tell me, that she wrecked Nat’s car. That’s why she’s joined up with the citizen detectives. Misty has CONTINUED to find ways to make herself the only one that can help. She has continued to chase that high of being in the woods and being the only one who knows what to do and it wouldn’t surprise me if she continued to either manufacture or prolong crises in order to maintain that position of usefulness. If the girls can’t LIKE her, they will NEED her.

#Doc watches Yellowjackets #Yellowjackets S1 E2

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