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takaraphoenix · 1 year

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Ok, because I'm bored at work with nothing to do and I'm still by myself, I'm gonna bug you with a random question. What are your Top 10 favorite headcanons. No specific fandom, just top 10 favorite.

This is too broad actually, E. xD Please limit me to a fandom next time this nearly broke my brain, first to find any at all (twas as though I had Never Had A Single Headcanon In My Life) and then to move on from a fandom, like, once I remembered a headcanon, my brain wanted to latch onto that fandom and I would have gladly given you my top 10 Disney headcanons or sth... this was near impossible lol

You will realize that most of my heacanons are next gen related.

In no particular order because holy shit that'd kill me.

Let's start with an easy one. Shadowhunters. I headcanon Jace Herondale as ace. Even in the fanfiction where I don't make it an explicit plotline, I think of him as ace. I just think that he doesn't know. Doesn't know the term for it, hasn't thought about it really. I don't think I've ever had an ace headcanon I was as fiercely attached to as I am with Jace. Which is funny considering the character himself is a... actually, no, he's not really that sexual. We see others making jokes about his book club, we see him hook up with a random girl once. And then with Maia. And then he's in his relationship with Clary, where we actually see him pulling the brakes and wanting to slow things down. He's not as promiscuous as the talk of the other characters would like to make us belief, is what I'm saying. He has a normal sex life. Still, usually, ace headcanons are born from a "oh this character has never shown any interest in sex????" notion, so this is still an outlier.

PJO: If Bianca di Angelo had lived, her powers would have been most aligned with darkness. We know that Nico struggled with that, that shadow-travel in particular drained him extremely. It's a power he has, but one that never came as easy to him as summoning or controlling the dead. And I always liked the idea that the three kids of Hades/Pluto split his three realms - darkness, death and riches. Tapping into the other realms too, but having most domain over one each.

My headcanon that Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians is actually the god Jökul Frosti who had his memories taken and was "punished" to spend a lifetime as a human, but something went wrong when he died too early, that's why he has the full amnesia. It just, it never really clicked why the guardian of fun got the white hair and snow powers, or why the wind would carry Jack and allow him to fly (the god of the wind is the father of Jökul Frosti), or why the saying of "Jack Frost" would exist in our human world if Jack Frost is a spirit that nobody can see and born from a mortal who died only 300 years ago.

Disney: Princess Aurora and Prince Adam (aka the Beast) are cousins! I don't know, I just think that's neat. They look very similar, there's the French note to Sleeping Beauty and Beauty and the Beast.

DCMK: Kudou Shinichi and Kuroba Kaito naming their son Conan, as a reminder of how they first met and what Shinichi's time as Conan really meant to him. I think that'd be very poetic and I also think that kid would be the devil incarnate.

Deep dig TLK headcanon that will actually mean absolutely nothing to people who aren't deep into it but I headcanon that Kovu is the biological son of Malka and Kula, I think that Kula's dark fur is a good match for Kovu's while he'd have Malka's dark mane (and I headcanon Malka's eyes to be green, they're not really... seen. they look pitch-black, which might as well be green like Kovu's), plus I did always like Malka. I know most people ship Kula with Chumvi but honestly they have a near identical design so I always clocked them as siblings and headcanoned them as such. But yeah, Kovu as the lost son of Malka and Kula, which would add such a near tragic element to things, if Simba knew he was Malka's son.

If Cole and Phoebe's son on Charmed had lived, his name would have been Parker Benjamin. Parker was the name she later picked for her second born daughter, but I have no qualms moving that name up to the older brother, since I'm already changing the oldest daughter's name too because I am fiercely possessive of my OC daughter of Phoebe and Cole who has to be the firstborn daughter. The only kid of Phoebe whose name I'm keeping is the youngest. Plus, middle name Benjamin after Cole's father, since we do know that Cole cared deeply for his father. I always liked the idea of the sons being their own Charmed Ones; him, Wyatt and my Andy/Prue son Phillip Trudeau.

In the greater scheme of things, BtVS is full of magic shenanigans so why in the world should Angel be the only vampire who can have kids, right? I like the idea of Willow and alive!Tara using magic to create children of their own and that magic also being applicable to Spike and Buffy. I'm thinking fully-formed-baby creation magic here, not magical pregnancy. Because I... don't see Buffy pregnant, she's too much of a fighter, out there, not benched due to different circumstances. And they'd have twins, named William, since Spike's not using that name, and Joanne, as a combination of Joan and Anne, the two big aliases Buffy ever went by.

A headcanon I cherish a lot a lot is from Sailor Moon and it's that the Ayakashi sisters (Koan, Berthier, Calaveras and Petz) all also get a second chance and get reborn, just like the inner senshi did after the first season because fuck that the girls were good at the end they deserved better than to die for men's mistakes, and that they are, ultimately, the mothers of the Asteroid senshi (Pallas, Juno, Vesta and Ceres). I have a very big, very mapped out family tree for my Sailor Moon headcanons. This fandom has been with me for decades. But I want to only pick one headcanon per fandom, so.

DC Comics' Stephanie Brown becoming the Huntress, I just think that would be so neat, the purple color scheme fits her so, so, so well, plus I'd love for Helena Wayne to take up the mantle from her, looking up to her auntie Steph with adoration. I've latched onto that hard.

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captain-azoren · 2 years

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Kitty Kisses

'Twas Beauty killed the Beast.

#raiga #eska #legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #avatar #lok #tlok #oc #the legend of korra #spirit forged #the spirit forged

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thepureheartsora · 2 years

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'Twas beauty that killed the beast. ...But mostly it was, y'know, the violent combat..." -Mirage . . . . . . . . . . . . #mirageapexlegends #vibes #summervibes #aesthetics #ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃ #retroaesthetic #retro #instadaily #aestheticedits #prismphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch33qvDu9ec/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mirageapexlegends #vibes #summervibes #aesthetics #ａｅｓｔｈｅｔｉｃ #retroaesthetic #retro #instadaily #aestheticedits #prismphotography

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drunkin-kong-donic · 5 years

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What's the name of the blue emo? I'm sorry I'm dumb, I really like the way of how you draw it...

his name is zor and hes a sad boi.

#art #zor the zeti #zor #ask the zeti #twas beauty that killed the beast #the deadly six #Anonymous

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cucumber-pictures · 3 years

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Spookumber Quest Day 28. King Kong

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theivorybilledwoodpecker · 5 years

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“’Twas beauty killed the beast,” said the Dean, who liked to say things like that.

“No it wasn’t,” said the Chair. “It was it splatting into the ground like that.”

-- Moving Pictures, by Terry Pratchett

#terry pratchett #archchancellor henry #discworld #moving pictures #quotes #twas beauty killed the beast #king kong #the chair

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feat-mastery · 6 years

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Alluring

You are striking to behold, leaving others speechless. Even the gods grow jealous of such a visage.

• Everyone can see your otherworldly beauty. It goes beyond race or gender; it’s you. During downtime you can always find a helpful NPC fit for your current needs, and you need not give anything in return for their services. If you do not, they will be wary of you when you next meet.

• You have advantage on the first attack action you make during combat.

• Any clothes you wear are considered fine.

• You have advantage on Deception checks made to proclaim your right to enter a place without proper invitation.

#homebrew #alluring #dnd 5e #dungeons and dragons #feats #feat mastery #d&d #twas beauty killed the beast #for 16 points of fire damage

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starryevermore · 3 years

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31 Days of Halloween (2021) is an exercise of creativity born out of the desire to delve more into the fantastic. Sixteen stories feature Colby Brock as one supernatural creature or another (except for one, which delves more into fairy tales, but magical nonetheless), and the remaining fifteen are more on the “realistic” side of fantasy with the typical ghost-hunting shenanigans (some more serious, some more comical, as it should be). None of the stories are connected; all of them exist in their own, individual universe. Enjoy! xx

(Also fun fact: all of the headers on each fic is my own handwriting!)

(Note: Planning for 31DOH began in October 2021, writing began December 6, 2020, and writing finished in January 7, 2021.)

(Note 2: I made the graphic for this back in July 2020, when I was still “starrybrock” and I’m too lazy to go back and find the video and stuff to remake it lmao)

Total Word Count: 27,458

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📚: Full-length fic

📃: Blurb

📃 Day 1: "To Hell and Back” (Demon!Colby)

you play with the ouija board alone and accidentally summons a demon that can’t get you off his mind.

📃 Day 2: “Holding My Breath”

“i’m telling you, this place is haunted!”

📚 Day 3: “Nipping at Your Nose” (Winter Spirit!Colby)

a certain winter spirit takes an interest in you.

📃 Day 4: “All the Devils are Here”

“how do you kill something that’s already dead?”

📚 Day 5: “God Rest His Soul” (Ghost!Colby)

you move into what was once the trap house and encounter the ghost of a certain emo boy.

📃 Day 6: “Overnight in Haunted Hotel (Gone Wrong)”

“there is no way I’m staying here overnight!”

📃 Day 7: “Bring Me A Dream” (Sandman!Colby)

he always made sure you had the sweetest of dreams.

📃 Day 8: “A Ring of Salt”

“i saw on tv once that salt will keep them away.”

📚 Day 9: “A Dove in a Golden Cage” (Vampire!Colby)

your vampire decides that you must be his equal.

📃 Day 10: “Where Tragedy Reigns”

“something really horrible must have happened here.”

📚 Day 11: “Tale as Old as Time” (Beast!Colby)

he was the beast. you were the beauty. could i make it anymore obvious?

📃 Day 12: “To the Other Shore”

“did you just hear that scream?”

📃 Day 13: “Lord Prepare Me” (Angel!Colby)

he would always make sure nothing bad ever happened to you.

📃 Day 14: “Beyond the Veil”

“you look like you just saw a ghost.”

📚 Day 15: “A Labyrinth of Perplexities” (sorta Minotaur!Colby)

you are cast into the labyrinth as punishment for a crime you never committed and come face-to-face with the beast that resides in its walls.

📃 Day 16: “What Goes Bump in the Night”

“what do you mean the hotel is haunted?”

📃 Day 17: “By the Light of the Moon” (Werewolf!Colby)

he saw himself a monster, but you saw him for the sweetheart he is.

📃 Day 18: “Twas a Dark & Stormy Night”

“i mean, what’s better than being trapped in a haunted house with a spirit hellbent on attacking us while a storm rages outside, all while we have no cell service and a car that won’t start? oh, right, literally anything else.”

📚 Day 19: “At Springtide” (Selkie!Colby)

every springtide, a mysterious man comes to visit you.

📃 Day 20: “Nosferatu”

“please tell me that’s you flickering the lights.”

📃 Day 21: “Cast a Spell on You” (Witch!Colby)

he cast a love spell, and that’s how he met you.

📚 Day 22: “The Witches Forest”

you can’t believe your boyfriend was stupid enough to run off into the dark and dangerous woods.

📃 Day 23: “Out of this Dull World” (Fairy!Colby)

perhaps you should’ve listened when they said to be careful who you gave your name to.

📃 Day 24: “Where Spirits Meet”

“we’re at a graveyard at three in the morning. what did you think was gonna happen?”

📚 Day 25: “Touched by a God” (Deity!Colby)

sick of the monotony of living on mount olympus, you descend into the underworld and meet the god of the dead.

📃 Day 26: “Cursed”

“this place is cursed.”

📃 Day 27: “Choke Me Like You Hate Me” (Incubus!Colby)

there are some things that even a sex-obsessed demon can love.

📃 Day 28: “Something Wicked this Way Comes”

“we have to run—now!”

📚 Day 29: “The Song of Sirens” (Mermaid!Colby)

you lament about the pains of being immortal as colby brings you as much comfort as he can muster.

📃 Day 30: “Seeing is Believing”

“ghosts aren’t real!”

📚 Day 31: “Wildly, Insanely, Infinitely” (Prince Charming!Colby)

you gave up on your happily ever after, until a handsome stranger rides in.

#sam and colby #colby brock #snc #xplr #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock fluff #colby brock fic #colby brock fan fic #colby brock fan fiction #starrywrites #starryevermore

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idk3ither · 4 years

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‘Twas beauty that killed the beast

#unus annus #camp unus annus #unus annus memes #unus #annus #markiplier #crankgameplays #imagine #x reader #reader insert #youtube #markiplier x reader #crankgameplays x reader

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msboutofcontext · 2 years

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#magic school bus #out of context #ms frizzle #wanda #liz #giant liz #godzilla #twas beauty that killed the beast #flight #airplane #Takes Flight

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mst3kproject · 3 years

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Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks

This movie has a real all-star cast as far as us MSTies are concerned. There’s Rossano Brazzi, who was Phineas Prune in The Christmas that Almost Wasn’t; Edmund Purdom, whom we know as Griba from Ator, the Fighting Eagle; and Salvatore Baccaro, the leader of the cavemen in Starcrash. The film itself is absolute, irredeemable trash and I love it like my own garbage child.

We begin out of nowhere with a bunch of peasants beating a caveman to death. What? Where are we? When are we? Who are these people? Why is one of them a cavemen wearing a fur loincloth and the rest are just normal people in pants? Why are they beating him? Did he do something that pissed them off, or do they just hate him because they’re, like, anti-Neanderthal racists? What the fuck is going on? We will never really find out. We just cut straight to Dr. Frankenstein hauling the troglocorpse into his lab.

That’s how this movie rolls. Don’t bother asking questions, just try to keep up.

Count Frankenstein’s daughter Maria has returned to her childhood home, bringing along her fiancé Eric and her friend Krista, who has an unhealthy relationship with polka-dots. Krista is immediately fascinated by the Count and his work, and he with her in turn. It doesn’t take long for Krista to find out that Frankenstein is carrying on reanimation experiments in his basement, but that’s actually the least of the bullshit going on around here. There are more cavemen out there, but there’re also rivalries and love triangles among the inevitable gaggle of deformed assistants, and the local villagers are angry about a spate of grave robbing and determined to run the Frankensteins out of town. The ‘monster’ (I’m not sure it quite counts) is kind of an afterthought.

See, Hans the Butler hates Genz the Dwarf (even though it’s actually Kregan the hunchback who is fucking Hans’ wife) so he gets him fired, and Genz swears revenge on the whole Frankenstein household. Wandering in the woods, Genz meets and befriends a second caveman, naming him ‘Ook’ and teaching him how to rape women in the hopes that he will do violence to Maria Frankenstein. Ook, however, kidnaps Krista instead. At about the same time, Genz sneaks back into Castle Frankenstein to free the first caveman, Goliath, whom the Count has been keeping strapped to a table after bringing him back to life, and who has also fallen in love with Krista as the latter assists the Count with his work. Goliath goes on a murderous rampage, then follows Genz back to the cave where Ook is keeping Krista. Sure enough, this leads to a caveman-vs-caveman battle for the girl!

Man, I would love to see earlier drafts of this script, mostly because I’m dying to know whether some prior incarnation of it actually had anything to do with Mary Shelley’s book or even with previous Frankenstein movies. I mean, it starts with the servants digging up a corpse, and ends with a torch-and-pitchfork mob destroying the Count’s creation… the beginning and end of a Frankenstein movie are present. In between those, however, it wanders off on this bizarre tangent about the local cryptids. As it reached the screen, the only thing Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks seems to have in common with its source material is the threat to the Count’s girlfriend, which was issued by the Creature in the original story. Technically, even the grave robbing and re-animating have nothing to do with Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus – the book never actually says how the Creature’s body was created. The idea of piecing it together from corpses originates with the Boris Karloff movie.

Let me describe some more of the stuff that goes on here, in order to give you the flavour of the experience. For starters, Salvatore Baccaro, playing Ook the caveman, is credited as ‘Boris Lugosi’ in the opening credits. The first time I saw this movie I snorted water up my nose when that popped on screen.

Later in the movie there’s a flashback to that first peasants-vs-caveman scene, and it answers none of the questions I listed above. Why are there cavemen in these woods? I dunno, there just are. What did the cavemen do to piss off the locals? I don’t know that, either… they may have been stealing livestock, I guess, but they don’t seem to have been a threat to the people until Genz taught them about rape. Kind of makes one wonder what happened to the cavewomen, since we never meet one and these guys don’t seem to know what women are, as illustrated by Ook initially thinking their nubile young captive is going to be dinner. Also, although there are two cavemen, they don’t know each other. Genz has to introduce them!

There’s a bit where Genz is hiding behind a clock to watch Maria and Eric have sex. The butler comes along and chews him out for it, sends him to his room, and then he stands there and watches them for a while.

In another scene, Maria and Krista go skinny-dipping in a mineral spring, and the longer it goes on the more the dialogue sounds like it’s going to break into lesbian porn. I am particularly fond of the exchange where Maria says, “don’t worry, this dress is designed to be easy to get out of,” and Krista, impressed, replies, “I’ll say it is!”

The subplot in which the butler’s wife is having an affair with the hunchback has no effect on the plot whatsoever. The butler never even finds out about it. There’s a scene in which they run off to the barn to slap each other and smooch, and then the movie forgets about it. Astonishingly, the same is true of the corpse the servants dig up early on. They exhume the body of a recently dead woman, Genz cops a feel and leaves some footprints at the scene so that the villagers can figure out who was responsible, and… that’s it. She doesn’t even hang around as a gratuitous zombie like the grave-robbed girl in The Atomic Brain.

According to Wikipedia, nobody will admit to directing this movie. Like many Italian films, the director used a pseudonym, and the cast apparently disagree on even such basics as his nationality. Some of them think he was Spanish, but Simonetta Vitelli, who played Maria Frankenstein, insists he was an American.

At the end of the movie, Ook is the first of the cavemen to be killed, and we get to see Genz weeping over his friend’s dead body. Then he and Krista hold each other as the mob closes in on Goliath. This is supposed to be a tender moment but it looks a lot like Genz (who is, you must remember, around four feet tall) is enjoying his faceful of boobs. Since all alternative love interests for Krista are now dead, maybe we’re supposed to think she ended up marrying Genz.

Finally, as Goliath’s body burns, Edmund Perdom intones, “there’s a bit of the monster in all of us, especially where there’s fear.” I’ll drink to that, my dude. ‘Twas beauty killed the beast. He tampered in God’s domain.

That probably is supposed to be the movie’s point. The villagers are depicted as suspicious, fearful, and quick to violence, while the cavemen seem to have been relatively peaceful types until Genz taught them how to rape. It’s very much the Homo sapiens who are the monsters there. Frankenstein’s servants are all assorted shades of horrible, from Genz the necrophile to the nasty cackling butler to the adulterous hunchback and cook. Count Frankenstein himself isn’t quite so overtly evil but it’s clear that he’s not very interested in the moral dimension of his work.

Even if that’s an intentional theme rather than just a pithy closing line, I don’t think anybody thought about it very hard. The rest of Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks is too much of a mess. There’s no real plot, no identifiable protagonist, it’s sleazy and incoherent and at times it’s horrifyingly abelist… and yet, for reasons I cannot explain, it’s weirdly entertaining.

Maybe it’s just that everything in the film is so damn ridiculous. So much of what happens comes out of nothing and goes right back into it… a series of mind-boggling what the fuck moments that surprise the viewer over and over. The impression is that the writers are throwing horror concepts at the screen to see what sticks, but nothing does.

Maybe it’s that this is another villain-centric piece. You know I like those. I guess maybe Krista is the heroine? She seems to do the fewest horrible things over the course of the story, but she’s not a good person, either. She’s totally into the Count’s creepy reanimation experiments, and makes only a token protest about the idea of informed consent. Edmund Perdom’s Inspector character is one you’d expect to try and do something about these goings on, but he never does. Maria and Eric are only in the movie so it can have a sex scene.

Whatever the reason, the result is inexplicably charming. Between the easily distracted plot, the gratuitous breasts, the bad dubbing, the complete failure to either frighten or titillate, and the fact that it tries to tie itself to a lucrative franchise it really has nothing to do with, Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks is almost the perfect example of a bad Italian horror flick from the 70’s.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #frankenstein's castle of freaks #tw: rape #tw: ableism #70s

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inosukki · 4 years

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a new friend, hinata shōyō.

synopsis: being kageyama’s sibling and befriending hinata shoyo!

you don’t get why you have to wait for your stupid ass brother to walk you home everyday after his stupid volleyball practice

like bruh,, you have two perfectly fine legs to take you to and from your desired desitinations

unfortunatley your mother is literally PARANOID

she literally thinks that you’ll get mugged (or worse) on your way home

like girl... this is why you have pepper spray and a pocketknife in your bookbag

ain’t no man gonna lay a hand on you without catching the smoke👊

so now you’re literally waiting in the library, bored as shi, with nothing to do

all your friends already left to go home and you finished homework so it’s not like you can do that

so just to be a petty ass bitch you call your mom to give her a piece of your mind

“hello lovely mother... how art thou doing today?l

she be like “what do you want [y/n].”

*gasp*

“must i want something to just call my beautiful mother?? you think that low of me???”

she ain’t buying it so you immediately go into it

“mama, why can’t i just walk home by myself? it’s literally daytime, no ones going to do any—”

“finish your homework then”

“i already finished my homework! ugh, whatever. bye mama”

this bitch

frustrated, you hung up before she got the chance to utter another word that would most likely send you into beast mode

you gathered your belongings and stuffed them into your book bag with a loud sigh

this was followed by a “shh!” from the librarian to which you mumbled an apology

twas another day of wating for tobio to finish his stupid volleyball practice, hooray!!

you begrudgingly stomped out of the library and headed towards the gym where the team usually practiced, thinking about all of the things you could be doing right now

watching netflix, reading manga, sleeping, eating the box of strawberry chocoballs you’d hid under your bed

anything beat staying outside of school for who knows how long

as you approached the gym you stood there for a few seconds, contemplating what to do next

you could walk into the gym and wait for tobio inside, but you would have to interact with his teammates

that meant having to t-talk to people🤢

...or you could just wait outside

yeah that sounds perfect!!

so you hopped the fence and slung your bookbag onto the grass before making yourself comfortable against the walls of the gym

now what

you sat there in silence, rubbing your fingers against your chin in thought

WAIT

suddenly, you grabbed your bag and searched fervenhntly for the object you desired, dipping your hand into the smallest pocket

you were met with the cool feeling plastic which brought a shit-eating grin to your face

there it was, your beloved switch!

but what to play... animal crossing or super smash bros...

you were in the mood to get out your aggression so now you’re playing as princess peach (a bad bih) and literally kicking ass

you are so into the game you don’t even notice some random mf literally sneak up beside you

“what’re you playing?”

“AH!”

you drop your switch onto the grass and look up to find this ginger ass mf leaning down, hands on his knees, watching you

he’s staring blankly at you, a volleyball between his legs

someone come collect this man...

“w-what??” you stutter, completely caught off guard

“what game are you playing” he asks, not missing a beat

you watch him curiously. he’s odd... but he seems harmless, so you humor him

“super smash bros, wanna play?”

his eyes light up and he literally squeals, plopping himself right next to you

“yes! thank you so much!!!”

you shyly retrieve your switch from the grass and pass him a controller, to which he thanks you profusely

“who do you wanna be?” you ask, picking peach once again

“hmm” he mumbled, eyes scanning the screen. he lets the cursor trail over the list of characters

finally after what felt like fuckingn forever he yelled out “him!”

you squinted, looking at the character he chose

mf chose little mac😭😭 you deadass let out a laugh but he looked at you like🥺 so you felt bad

“umm.. good choice! he’s very, uh, good?”

he just smiled in return so you started the game and went HAM

like you were ruthless bro

hinata would be hanging off the edge of the platform and you’d be waiting there to beat the absolute shit out of him

at some point he’s stop fighting and just run away because he knows he’s gonna lose

you end up feeling bad so you let him kill you once but while he’s attacking you he accidently runs off the platform and kills himself (you try your best not to laugh but your entire body was shaking and tears were forming in your eyes)

“was that your first time?”

“no actually i have this game at home! you’re very good!”

chile... anyways...

he begs to play again and you cannot say no... he’s baby your honor!

you press closer against his side to get a better view of the screen, which causes your bare arms to brush against each other

you kinda freeze a little because that was NOT intentional and you do be a little touch starved

to try and brush over your awkwardness you resume the game and keep your eyes trained on the screen

this kid literally freezes and whips his head towards you, his cheeks bright red. he starts apologizing PROFUSELY. for what?? you have no idea. so you pat his shoulder and assure him that whatever he’s apologizing for is ok

“don’t worry about it, it’s fine, your good!”

he looks relieved and manages to calm down a little (thankfully)

“oh, i forgot to ask! what’s you-”

“HINATA. WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shot oh shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

“[Y/N]???”

“h-hey tobio! what’s up? did volleyball practice end early or somethi-”

ginger boy looks at you incredulously

“wait... you know kageyama? you? how?”

“he’s my brother...”

all the color drained from his face

he’s literally as white as a ghost, his mouth is hanging open, and he has fear in his eyes

“b-brother?”

you glance at tobio in confusion before the boy rushes off into the gym scared shitless

“what was that?”

#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo headcanons #hinata shoyo imagine #hinata shoto x reader #shoyo hinata imagine #shoyo hinata x reader

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sablelab · 4 years

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Covert Operations - Chapter 133

SYNOPSIS: Jamie and Claire’s night of passion is the beginning of their healing but during the night Claire is woken by memories of her incarceration.

Chapter 132(NSFW) and all other chapters can be found at …https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations. This story is not on Ao3.

THANK YOU all so much for supporting this story. I am very grateful to each and every one of you.

Also, if I could make a suggestion. You may like to reread the four chapters … Chapter 130(S) , Chapter 131(S) , Chapter 132(NSFW) and this chapter … one after the other. You will then get the whole picture as to why these chapters are so important to Jamie and Claire’s healing.

CHAPTER 133

Softly Jamie kissed her lips once again and they closed their eyes. In no time, they had both succumbed to an exhaustive but satisfied slumber with all thoughts of Jonathon Randall and the monastery at the further recesses of Claire’s mind. Or so he thought.

Although Claire lay sleeping beside her love, it was a restless, anxious sleep. The slender fingers of her hands lay clenched, one near her face and one on her lower abdomen. Her mind seemed to have taken control of her subconscious as vividly realistic images from the monastery began to rattle her. Suddenly she began to twitch in her sleep while her brows furrowed in distress. As disturbing, dark thoughts entered into Claire’s mind, she began to shake her head from side to side on the pillow. Her eyelids began to flutter rapidly while her heart was pounding incessantly in her chest. Horrific fear began to consume her thoughts. She cried out in anguish.

“Jamie!!!!!!” In the silence of the night the sound of his name uttered with such raw, guttural terror woke James Fraser up with a start. He blinked his eyes but was immediately aware of the woman lying beside him as she restlessly tossed and turned in their bed. They had fallen asleep in each other’s arms but he knew that his Claire was now having a bad dream. He turned his head towards her sleeping form and watched as she struggled against invisible demons in her mind and his heart broke a bit more for all that she had suffered at the monastery. Jamie saw the agitated movements and the sweat on her brow as she thrashed about. Whatever it was she was fighting against seemed very real to her. A gamut of anguished emotions crossed her face as her head obviously filled with horrifying images. Her hands flailed wildly about. Extremely agitated Claire lashed out blindly hitting Jamie in the process. She squirmed like an eel in his arms, then rolled over him, wriggling and biting.

“Go to hell ... you bastard!!!” she screamed out in defiant anger.

Firmly grasping her hands in his, Jamie held them in a firm but gentle grip so as not to alarm her and lowered them to the bed. Claire was obviously having a nightmare about her torture at the hands of Jonathon Randall. She had endured more than she should have and when he’d found her the evidence of the triad’s methods of pain and suffering had been gut wrenching. Jamie leaned over and could feel the sweat cooling on her heated skin. Placing his hand to her chest he felt her heart racing madly. His Sassenach’s face was damp with tears and he watched as they trickled down her cheeks. “What do you want from us?” she yelled as another image obviously formulated in her tortured mind.

For a moment, two moments, Jamie struggled, trying to hold Claire close and kiss her tenderly. He’d thought to ease her, both of them, with the wine at dinner. He’d known she lost all sense of restraint when in drink; and with their explosive lovemaking he thought that his Sassenach had turned a corner … but obviously not, for demons still ruled her mind. He simply hadn’t realized what she was retaining he thought grimly, trying to seize his love without hurting her. Carefully, Jamie brushed the salty drops of tears away with his lips pulling Claire lovingly into his arms. This seemed to calm her a little and her movements stilled as she moved and nestled into the crook of his arm. Gently his hand stroked her head brushing her tangled tresses from her face.

“Ssshhh! Mo ghràidh,” he whispered tenderly against her ear just before placing a light kiss there.

His lips moved down her cheek placing soothing kisses to her fevered skin. Jamie’s calming cadence continued as he tried to soothe her agitation and distress. He knew full well the kinds of demons that walked the dark spaces between her dreams for he too had fallen prey to their insidious pull. He had fought them off and he would help his love to do the same. His voice was gentle and calm as he tried to placate the horror thoughts crossing her mind.

“Dinna be scairt Sassenach. Yer safe a nighean. I’ve got ye.”

“No!!!”

“Sleep now ... everything is okay... ‘twas just a bad dream mo nighean donn.”

Claire’s lips parted suddenly in a quick intake of breath. “Jamie?”

He watched her face intently. Could he reach out for her battered soul and bring it back to the light?

Wanting to allay her torturous thoughts, Jamie held his love’s body more tightly to his, while protectively enclosing her in the warmth of his embrace. He could feel the sweat cooling on Claire’s heated skin, as her heart raced madly in her chest. Her face was a little wet with tears, and ever so gently he stroked those tears away. Cradling her tenderly in his arms, his comforting words washed over her as his arms enfolded her against his chest. He lovingly trailed his hands down her body soothing away the hurt of these images that had taken control of her mind. He also gently stroked Claire’s head by running his fingers though her hair at her nape to calm her agitation. She snuggled closer to the man she loved as he pacified her movements while her thoughts consumed her psyche. As he held her, he whispered endearing words into her ear to placate the savage beast and kissed her fevered brow.

Claire sighed in her sleep. Eventually sensing Jamie’s concern, she responded to his touch and the sound of his voice as she roused a little from her restless slumber. She called his name quietly, “Jamie?” “Ssshhh!” he whispered into the night, his soft voice washing over her like a soothing balm to her senses. “It's alright Claire. You're safe." At the sound of his voice, reality returned in full, washing away the last traces of the nightmare. Her eyelids fluttered as she nestled a little closer turning her sleepy eyes towards her lover’s hypnotic voice. Opening her eyes, Claire stared up at the man in whose arms she felt safe. Tears welled up in her eyes once again when she saw the concerned but loving face of her avenging angel.

“Dinna cry mo nighean donn. No, shhh.”

The gentle cadence of his voice washed over her with soothing strokes. “The mind just takes a little longer to heal than the body Sassenach. But you're strong, mo ghràidh.” He paused, lightly pressing his hand to her cheek as his thumb nonchalantly stroked across her cheek. “Dinna be afraid. Let yerself remember ... the dreams will stop and I’ll be here to catch ye.”

A heartbreaking sob tore from her throat as tears welled in her eyes. “Jamie … I’m sorry ... This is all my fault.” “No … no … ‘tis not my love,” he answered softly sensing her guilt-ridden regrets. “Dinna ye dare be sorry Sassenach. I willna have it, d’ye hear?”

Tightening his arms around her, Jamie hugged her body firmly to his own. He could tell by the tremulous quaver in Claire’s voice that her mind had relieved all that had happened to them at the monastery.

Her anxiety and stress levels had been heightened by her experience and it was only natural that his Sassenach would find it difficult to banish these thoughts from her subconscious mind. The trauma of these upsetting events would test the strongest of individuals and although his Claire was strong, she was also vulnerable. It was little wonder that Jonathon Randall had had such an impact on her psyche, but with his love they had the chance to put the past behind them. He knew that his Claire would survive because together they would write a different ending to what was causing her nightmares.

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Safe in Jamie’s comforting arms, Claire closed her eyes as his calming and reassuring words washed over her. However, when she opened them and raised her eyes to look at him, she found her love cradling her so tenderly that she couldn’t stop gazing into Jamie’s blue eyes.

“I survived,” she stated categorically with conviction with just a tiny hint of a smile.

Jamie’s breath caught in his throat while his eyes were focused on his brave Sassenach. “We both did my love and those who are responsible will be punished. Ye have mae word.”

“Jamie?” she whispered again.

“Aye? Are ye hurting? D’ye need me to get …”

She gave him a tentative smile. “No. I’m okay.”

However, he was not okay. Thoughts of what his Sassenach at endured again flashed through his mind. He needed to be gentle. Very gentle. She was broken; he must go canny, take his time and be very careful in gluing back her shattered bits. Her bruises had begun to heal but there were still faint traces on her porcelain skin of the evidence of her torture. Rage consumed him. Anguish for what had happened to his beautiful Claire tormented him. He wanted to kill someone. He wanted to hurt Jonathon Randall as much as he had hurt his Claire and then he wanted to kill him with his bare hands. The irreversible damage he had done to his love’s psyche would remain with her for a long time but with his love he hoped that together they would heal and recover. Claire was a strong woman she would not let this torture experience beat her. She was a survivor and for that he loved her even more.

If it was the last thing that he did he would see that his Claire would not suffer one moment more of her torturous thoughts. Her body had begun to heal but what had come to pass was still very raw to her. Although he thought she was recovering, he now knew that it would take a little longer for Claire’s mind to erase those horrendous memories of incarceration. Last night had certainly been a start but obviously his Sassenach was still suffering, but he would help her get through this. He would help her rid her mind of those thoughts. His love was more broken than he realised but here in this paradise he would do everything in his power to let her heal completely and to make his Sassenach whole again. Remembering those times and confronting her fears was a good thing.

When next they made love, gentleness would be his weapon in helping her realise that the violence she had suffered would not discern who she was. Claire needed to face her demons to be able to let them go and then together they would dispel the atrocities through his love and devotion. Letting go would not be easy but when she did her nightmares would stop. Not a day would go by than he would miss an opportunity to reconfirm how precious she was to him and that they would have recompense for what had taken place at the hands of Jonathon Randall and the Rising Dragons.

But first he wanted to hold her in his arms forever and keep her safe.

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With his face so close to hers that his words caressed her skin like thistledown, James Fraser gathered his woman up into his embrace speaking softly and kissing her between each statement, "I’m here … Ye're safe … Nothing will harm ye as long as I’m with ye … Go back tae sleep Sassenach." Claire closed her eyes as Jamie kissed her brow, her eyelids and cheeks. She whispered his name as tender kisses anointed her face over and over again.

“Things will be better in the morning. Sleep a bit. You're worn out my love,” he murmured against her ear.

Eventually his evocative caresses lulled her senses causing Claire to drift back into a peaceful sleep but not before her arm tightened around Jamie’s torso. He felt her steady breathing on his neck, however, sleep evaded him. He stared up at the ceiling for quite a while, his heart gripped with the enormity of the task of restoring his Sassenach’s spirit after such abhorrence. Brushing away a few wayward strands of her hair from her forehead he drew his love more comfortably into his arms hoping that the remainder of the night passed without her nightmares returning. He studied her face now calm in repose and knew that he would not rest until his Claire was avenged. That was his solemn vow.

Closing his eyes, he waited for sleep to come but it did not. Instead Jamie softly cried, a tearless, soundless wail that lay heavy on his heart for his beautiful Sassenach. His muscles strained to achieve that he might not shake with it, that Claire might not wake and know it. His only comfort was the small, so fragile weight that lay warm upon his heart, breathing steadily. He pushed the building rage for Jonathon Randall away from his thoughts, for he knew that Claire would feel his abhorrence for the man with any tenseness in his body if he didn’t. He certainly didn’t want his love to feel anything other than the calm, soothing caress of his body next to hers. His arms were a safe haven and for the next fourteen days he would see only to her needs in order for his love to heal. He would bide his time until they met again, as they would, then he would summon his wrath again but for now he would only focus on his Claire.

Eventually when he did finally succumb to tiredness James Fraser fell back into a troubled sleep.

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In the early light of the morning’s rays, Claire awoke and dreamily stretched her limbs so satisfied and in love with the man beside her that it was impossible to feel any happier. Subconsciously she’d repressed memories of her nightmare, and consequently she had no recollection of her bad dreams during the night. Only the vivid pictures of their lovemaking so profound, so beautiful, so soulful, formed a tapestry of images in her head of what had happened between them. Last night had been utterly incredible. Sexual healing was crucial to them finding themselves and was the road back to recovery for both of them. Healing of the mind, body and soul would be their catharsis and this tranquil oasis was what they needed to achieve that.

Turning her gaze towards the man of her thoughts, Claire studied the beautiful human lying next to her and let her eyes do the caressing. From his steady breathing and rise and fall of his chest, to the twitching of his eyelids, she took in every aspect of Jamie’s softened features in repose. Both of them had been through an indescribable trauma in Hong Kong but here in this place of tranquillity, she knew that they would both recover with each other’s help. Her eyes devoured the chiselled contours of his face, especially his whisker roughed jaw, the adorable cleft of his chin to the riotous mass of auburn curls on his head.

Moving closer she touched her finger to his mouth.

James Fraser was a conjurer. She loved everything about his kisses ... the gentle brush of his lips against hers, the teasing, playful games they played and the delirious passionate kisses that took her breath away. Just thinking about what this man did to her senses with his caresses made her want to wake him and experience those kisses again and again. But most of all she loved the cat and mouse games they played when his lips connected then pulled back ... teasing and cajoling a response from her in tit for tat. She was receptive to whatever Jamie wanted to do. It was as if she was entranced by the magic ... the pull of his desire coupled with the caress of eyes that slid over her lips with intent. All of these things made her toes curl. They were curling now.

They had made love into the wee small hours of the morning while their insatiable longing for each other had totally fatigued them both. Except it was never, ever enough. Adoring eyes traversed James Fraser from head to toe in appraisal as he lay in a deep slumber, but it was the sweet smile on his lips as he slept that melted her heart. Just being able to observe him without him knowing made her smile as well. This was a man who had moved heaven and earth to find her, he’d been tortured and shot, he’d risked his own life over and over again for her, and if they had died in that gas chamber, then she could ask no more than to die together.

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Jamie had always put her welfare ahead of his own but as she studied him, Claire could see that he was exhausted. It had been a long journey to Australia, and he was still recovering from his operation. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt that he may have aggravated his wound last night although not once had he complained that it was hurting. However, regardless of what Jamie had said, the energy spent during their lovemaking must have taken its toll on him for it was so unlike him to remain asleep this long. Her hands itched to caress his skin, but she knew this would awaken him and though it was excruciatingly difficult, she resisted the temptation to do so. But it was his mouth, a mouth she longed to reconnect with, that held her mesmerised.

Her own lips were swollen from the powerful flurry of kisses they’d shared last night, and she gingerly traced her fingertip over her bruised lips in remembrance. A raw need for this man once again rushed through her veins, but she didn’t want to wake him although he was oh so tempting. Nevertheless, she still lowered her mouth and ever so gently pressed her lips to his delicately tasting his bottom lip. Jamie stirred. Her mouth trembled at the gentle connection and Claire felt them respond somewhat to her caress. However, fearful of awakening him she reluctantly broke away. Her eyes then travelled down the column of his throat before resting on the dressing covering his wound.

She wondered if it hurt. After all the exertion of last night it must surely ache terribly this morning, she thought. Gingerly she lowered her mouth to the spot and again placed her healing caress to his injury.

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Jamie moved beneath the covers and when Claire pulled back, she was captured by the mesmerizing gaze of her lover studying her. His eyes swept the features of her face so lovingly that she was unable to look away. Little did she know, but Jamie was looking to see if she had remembered her bad dreams from last night. Claire in turn smiled at him as if she had a special secret that she might or might not share with him. She seemed as if last night’s nightmares didn’t even exist. His eyes lingered on her beckoning mouth and the tongue tip just peeking through her lips cheekily that begged to be caressed.

Hence, judging by his Sassenach’s demeanour, it was obvious that the frightening thoughts were buried deep in her subconscious.

Reaching out for his hand, Claire lovingly interlaced their fingers giving them a gentle squeeze. She smiled; her eyes lingering on his sensuous mouth.

“Good morning,” she said in a whispered voice.

Never taking his eyes from her face, Jamie brought their joined fingertips to his mouth and intimately kissed her fingers. Releasing her hand, he traced his love’s petal soft lips before closing the distance between them with a chaste caress.

“Good morning a leannan.”

Smiling she traced her fingertips along Jamie’s powerful jaw feeling the bristly stubble on his chin which tickled the pads of her fingertips. “I can’t believe that we're really here in another country,” she whispered with wonder in her voice. In reply, Jamie rubbed his chin up and down her palm. Overcome with the erotic sensation of the rough hairs pressed into her hand, Claire mewed happily. Tenderly she stroked his face before tracing the outline of his mouth, trailing her finger lazily across his bottom lip. Provocatively she dipped it inside his mouth all the while holding his gaze. Her eyes were captivated by his lips and her leisurely touch was having an effect on any logical thought patterns.

Capturing her wayward index finger, Jamie caressed it with his tongue before reluctantly releasing it. “Aye … we are,” he answered as his fingertips separated the tangled tresses from Claire’s nape.

A rosy red hue coloured her cheeks as his eyes seemed to penetrate to her very soul while the soft timbre of his voice caressed her ears. Claire could only imagine what it would be like to wake up every morning for the next two weeks in this man’s embrace.

Laying side by side they moved a little closer towards each other until they were nearly nose to nose. Their eyes were full of the wonder of such a thought knowing that they could not be contacted by Section One for the next fourteen days. Jamie let his gaze drift over her face but Claire lowered her eyes as his stare seemed to bathe her with stabbing jolts of burning embers. His gaze scorched her, and cupping his hand around the nape of her neck he brushed her hair away from her face, and drew her head closer before gently kissing her forehead.

“God Claire yer so bonny. I canna look at ye and keep my hands from you nor be near you and not want ye.”

“Is that how you felt the first time we lay together?” “It's always been forever for me, Sassenach.”

Claire couldn’t hide the beaming smile that graced her lips at what Jamie had professed as he continued a languid inventory of her body this morning. He stroked the back of his fingers up and down her cheek and under her chin, then he lovingly traced the arch of her brow with the pads of his fingertips. She sighed as little shivers of delight possessed her, and welcoming his touch, Claire brushed her head against his hand, wanting more of these caresses. Ever so gently, he stroked the arch of her brow once more before returning to her half-opened mouth. With gentle dexterity, he traced his love’s petal soft lips, then closing the distance between them he tenderly captured her mouth in a loving kiss. “Mo nighean donn?”

“Yes …” she murmured fluttering her eyes at him and floating on cloud nine.

Teasingly, he nipped her swollen bottom lip once more. “We better think about …”

“Hmmm?” She mumbled against his mouth while intent on splaying her hands against Jamie’s virile chest and idly tracing her fingernail across his skin.

Sucking in his breath, he trembled at her touch but his words were garbled. “… getting up.”

“I’d rather stay in bed Jamie … Wouldn’t you?”

“Aye … Sassenach … I would,” was his husky reply.

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Claire’s playful seductive mood was a good sign that her bad dreams had been banished from her mind. Jamie felt himself overcome with emotion at his love’s reaction and he couldn’t help himself. Two could play this game. Without wavering he shifted his body, taking her with him and rolled onto his back-settling Claire’s body on top of his flush from neck to knee. This was a much more comfortable position for him and presented less pressure on his wound. He still felt a little tender, but having Claire’s weight covering his own felt like thistledown this morning.

The hard length of James Fraser pressing hotly between her suddenly damp thighs left Claire in no allusion as to how he was feeling. Jamie’s erection brushed her inner thigh as her nipples scraped his chest. A carefree chuckle bubbled up in her chest, revelling in the knowledge that she was the one who had this effect on him. Wantonly rubbing against his growing arousal, she was really enjoying his predicament. She had never felt this close to Jamie after making love before and it felt good … it felt right. Her eyes looked deeply into his. “It feels strange. We’re really together here.” Holding her captive in his arms he rolled them back so that they were lying on their sides facing each other and silenced them both with a mouth soft yet hard at the same. His lips determinedly coaxed a response from her making her forget all her worries. A soft whimper of need immediately bubbled up inside Claire’s throat when his responsive tongue slipped between her lips to seek and caress. “Aye … We have fourteen days.” Claire attentively bit her lip in a way that he loved before a huge smile bowed her mouth. “Two weeks. I’m so happy Jamie.” Achingly rocking her hips against his, desire for each other immediately consumed them once more and time stood still. There was no Section One … no Madeline or Operations there was only just the two of them and the time they had together in this beautiful part of the world for the next fourteen days. “So am I.”

James Fraser had two weeks in which to erase Claire’s nightmares and heal his love completely and there was no time like the present to start. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~to be continued Friday the 24th July.

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