#one named mads and the other jack. it was to practice in not being so mean to the human jack

[laxxarian]

Some silly thoughts that I randomly got while my eyes are growing heavy....

Bruce had not (or probably forgot to) announce that he had a new kid, which is Danny Fenton so now, Danny has three secret identities.

Also, Bruce doesn't know about Fenton being Phantom.

And also, Danny got adopted solely because right after he fought Skulker and Desiree, he ended up being in Gotham. With his powers being short circuited a few times during the fight, he looked like a homeless beggar, beaten up and everything in his human form. Even at the end of the battle, his powers had not let up just yet, fortunately he was able to soup both of the ghosts with his thermos.

So while walking down the streets, it was night time, some thug came and tried to mug the boy only to be rescued by Batman since he was on patrol.

And Danny being Danny, lies elegantly. Now, Batman and his best friend Paranoia, advised and guided Danny to a manor and there, history begins.

All because Danny lied about having no parents when in truth, Maddie and Jack were all waiting for him to come back for dinner. (they knew of his ghostly powers)

Danny doesn't know Bruce being Batman, and Batman doesn't know Danny being Phantom.

..........

Danny Fenton

Danny Wayne

Danny Phantom

...........

Danny kept persuading Bruce to let him go to Amity Park since he always wanted to stay there (also cuz he can't stay out of his Haunt for too long) and Bruce let's him.... Without forgetting to give him allowance.

............

Sooner or later, Danny gets a call from Bruce, the man usually calls or Danny calling him cuz their family now and all that and they would talk casually and stuff cuz for some reason, Bruce can't get past a firewall that's protecting Amity Park and all of its residents are there getting their online acc being protected as well.

And Danny expected Bruce to ask him how it was going on his side but then was taken aback cuz the man invited him to the manor for a family night.

With much consideration, Danny agreed. Only to be surprised that Danny wasn't the only kid cuz there are other look-alikes sprawling around the manor.

So the guilt he has inside his heart dissipated cuz a part of the reason why he signed the adoption papers was that he thought Bruce was a lonely man and he had a different vibe than Vlad and on the plus side, he could show off the adoption papers at Vlad.

............

The Batkids stared at the new kid, glaring at Bruce as to who is he while the man himself was confused as well, did he not tell them? He thought. And no, no he did not.

............

[asterafroditis]

I would love to make a request if you dont mind me :3c

I wish to request for the first year students reaction to their gn!crush just staring at them, and when they ask if they need something their crush bluntly answer with a smile "you are just too beautiful to dont get lost in you" before going back to whatever was doing like nothing happened

𐔌 . ⋮ lost in your eyes .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ First Years x gn! reader

𓏵 639 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

this one's pretty short but I hope you enjoy it ( ´･ω･) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Ace had been goofing off—tapping his pen against his notes, spinning a pencil between his fingers—until he noticed you staring. He raises a brow, smirking.

“Huh? What’s with that look? Something on my face?”

But then you hit him with that line.

“You’re just too beautiful to not get lost in you.”

Cue a pause. A very, very long pause.

He sputters. “H-HUH?!”

Instantly flustered. Tries to play it cool, but fails. He leans back in his chair and grins like he’s unbothered, but he’s totally flustered. Peeks at you every few seconds, hoping you’ll say something else. Spoiler: he's not gonna shut up about it anytime soon.

“You can’t just say that and go back to your book! Who taught you to flirt like that—Cater?”

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Deuce was genuinely focused, actually studying for once, so when he catches you staring, he gives you this concerned puppy look.

“Did I do something wrong? Is my tie crooked?”

Then your voice: “You’re just too beautiful to not get lost in you.”

His entire brain short-circuits. His pen falls from his hand. He forgets the name of the subject he was studying. His ears turn beet red.

“I—I—HUH?!”

Deuce immediately sits up straighter like it’s a disciplinary hearing. He stammers, trying to think of a response that doesn't make him sound lame. But inside? He’s melting. He won’t bring it up again, but you’ll notice him being extra polite and flustered around you for the rest of the week.

“W-Wait! You—You think I’m beautiful?!”

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Jack had been reading something quietly beside you, calm and composed as always. When he catches you staring, he glances up and tilts his head slightly.

“…Need something?”

You smile. “You’re just too beautiful to not get lost in you.”

Jack’s ears instantly shoot upright. He freezes. Blinks. You can practically hear the internal bark of panic in his head.

“I—wh… what kind of line is that?!”

He turns away with a huff, but it’s so clear he’s flustered. His tail’s twitching like mad, and he keeps shifting in his seat. Still, he doesn’t leave. Instead, he stays near you, trying to act unaffected. (He fails.)

“You… shouldn’t say stuff like that so casually.”

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Epel was mid-rant about some exam or Vil’s latest lecture, when he caught your gaze lingering. He slows, frowning slightly.

“What? Do I got somethin’ on my face?”

And then you hit him with it.

“You’re just too beautiful to not get lost in you.”

His entire brain does a backflip.

“WH—?!”

Cue the world's most offended splutter. He is bright red and immediately tries to reassert his masculinity. Crosses his arms. Scoots away.

“I ain’t some pretty flower you can just say stuff like that to, y’know!”

…but then he sneaks glances at you the rest of the time with this tiny, shy smile. He's definitely gonna brag about it to the others. Then regret it instantly.

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Sebek was probably mid-rant about how humans needed to improve their posture or study habits when he noticed your unwavering stare. He straightens his already perfect spine.

“Speak up, human! Is there a reason you’re gawking at me so intently?!”

You smile softly. “You’re just too beautiful to not get lost in you.”

He chokes. Literally. The next few seconds are just incoherent Sebek noises.

“W-WHAT NONSENSE! H-How dare you spout such fl-flagrant—”

He’s blushing so hard his ears go pink. He stomps away to "compose himself," but he keeps peeking around the corner to see if you’re watching him. Will probably mutter to Silver later about how "foolish humans are... yet strangely sincere…"

“I am not... beautiful! I am a warrior!”

[pxpecxdy]

in an effort to help reactivate the horny thots and banish the sad ones-

the big four, emphasis on big, (abbot,robby,pope and charlie) would have to practically fist you in order to prep you to take them easily. They’re really into making you a drooling, fucked out mess before they ever even get their cocks in you.

Okay I cannot tell you how many times @oldermenfucker and I have talked about Robby being so fucking big. Even just the tip is too much. "I know, baby, it's big" cooing in your ear as he tries to ease it in. Out of all of them he's the most impatient but the most gentle.

Jack loves the foreplay as much as the actual sex. He's enjoying watching you squirm as he scissors his fingers in you. The sound of makes when he squeezes a third finger in is like music to his ears. The squelch of your hole being stuffed by his finger and knowing that this is only the beginning drives him mad.

@erwinsvow has a babysitter fic (that I can't remember the name of off the top of my head, sorry Hun!) that made me a firm believer in Pope's BDE. She mentions that his fingers are already so large and needing three of them to stretch you out, made my head fuzzy 😵‍💫 Pope is doing all of this because he has to. There is no amount of negotiation that would end with him shoving it in before splitting you open on his fist.

Charlie? He's fisting you to fisting you and fucking you to fuck you. I can see him lying to you about it, saying he just needs to stretch you a bit. You're already too fucked out to know what's really going on. At least until you feel his fingers start to curl inside of you and you realize his whole hand is in you. His pressing his other hand down on your stomach and feeling himself inside you

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 20

(Jack is a Grey Wolf Werewolf and greatly enjoys both the hot savana and the cold mountains. He is considered to be more of a lone wolf because he grew up outside of the typical pack setting. At Night Raven, he is determined to try and make his own pack structure to fit into, so far Leona is the Alpha of that pack and Ruggie is the second in command Beta. Jack has zero issue taking orders from Leona so long as it is not too morally questionable, he still has his pride as one of the few in NRC with a strong moral compass.)

Warnings: Yandere, yandere relationships, Yandere behavior, platonic intended yanderes and romantic intended yanderes, Raffle-less madness ensues, facing trauma a bit too quickly and a bit too soon, protective behavior, territorial disputes, wishes, most named characters make an appearance, Harpies, Werewolf, Dragon, Nemean Lion, Gnoll, Shinigami, Hellcat, Naga, Genie,

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The morning carried on and eventually Idia, Ortho, and your usual Diasomnia guards accompanied you to where another Housewarden meeting was being held. The cycle was beginning over again and apparently Crowley was struggling to decide who would next be your appointed guards. Naturally, you wanted a say in the decision as you had yet to actually get a genuine choice before this point.

Entering the primary room Crowley used for meetings was quite normal for you, but what awaited you was something you didn't expect. Where you had been expecting Housewardens- those you had grown mostly accustomed to, there were several others present at the meeting. Countless eyes turned towards you and it only served to make you feel uncomfortable under such scrutiny. Oddly, you felt more stressed being observed by your classmates than you did when facing the Rat that targeted you.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Malleus growled, looking at the many faces you were now faced with. His tail came up to wrap around your leg, as if holding onto you somehow soothed the great Dragon enough to not snap beyond his indignant snarl.

"This, is a collection of everyone who could be chosen as guards for my dear little chick, (Y/n)! I neglected my duty to do another raffle in favor of addressing the issues of security for the Spelldrive Tournament, so I decided to have all Housewardens choose a student or a few students as their fellow guards. This way I can do the raffle now and everyone is already here."

You looked over the many students, glad you could name a few beyond the Housewardens. Those of Heartslabyul were easy to recognize and name, as you had already befriended the five that were present. Floyd, Jade, and Azul were also familiar faces to you, given the fact that you and Jade had started to form a friendship. Both dorm leaders from Scarabia were present. The several from Pomefiore were mostly recognizable, but you didn't really recognize the almost effeminate looking plant-man with Rook and Vil.

As you glanced over the groups, your eyes came to a sudden halt on the furred figure between Leona and Ruggie. Bright yellow eyes gleamed at you from a seemingly scowling muzzle. White fur and sharp teeth hidden behind a long snout.

The heavy and hungry sound of panting filled your ears as did the echoing and haunting sound of Wolf howls as you stared at the beast in front of you. It felt like you were placed right back in that forest, where every shadow was a Wolf snapping their fang filled maws at you.

Some part of you could recognize the glowing yellow eyes of the Wolf sitting before you, having seen him in the halls before. Unfortunately, most of your mind was reeling in panic as your hand unconsciously gripped at your recently healed thigh. Despite your basic desire to not judge any of these men too quickly, you took a hesitant step back and that small motion was enough to trigger a large response.

Malleus was quick to wind his tail up your body and practically flung you and Grim back into his arms, smoke rolling out of his mouth as he glowered at the Wolf. In response, the Wolf didn't seem aggressive or angry, he simply bowed his head and whined out a short sound while avoiding Malleus' gaze.

"Kingscholar, you brought a Wolf? Haven't the Wolves done enough to harm her?"

"Rich, coming from an overgrown Lizard. Jack asked that damned Crow to be included, I didn't choose him, but that sure as shit doesn't mean you can target my dorm."

Malleus turned an incredulous glare to Crowley who had been watching the interaction keenly. The Crow had indeed allowed Jack to be part of the guarding group to represent Savanaclaw. He had allowed it because Jack himself pleaded with the Crow to prove not all Werewolves were dangerous. Crowley had been dubious to the idea before Jack reminded him that all of Twisted Wonderland was watching Night Raven College and how they immersed the Human in a world of magic. If the Human hated Werewolves here, what would happen when the Human met a Werewolf outside of Night Raven?

To keep his own reputation- and the wellbeing of his little chick- in mind, Crowley decided Jack should be included. Of course, he figured that you would react negatively to the presence of a Werewolf given you were attacked by a pack of them. His hope was that Jack's affiliation with Leona would help sweeten the stress and help you accept the Werewolf.

"I allowed Jack to attend after his inquiry into the matter. If other species known for their conflict with Humanity are allowed, so too should the Werewolves."

Malleus looked like he was about to speak before the beast- Jack the Werewolf, as Crowley called him- spoke first.

"I will leave," he stood, his fluffy ears back and his head somewhat bowed, "I shouldn't have asked. It is far too soon to be pressing the matter like this, especially when it was my kind who attacked her."

Despite the genuine aversion you had to the presence of the Wolf, you felt worse seeing how dejected he looked. It became a battle inside of yourself with the fear of your recent injury pushing you back, and your desire to treat these men fairly pushing you forward.

"Don't," you almost had to gasp out due to your own fear trying to silence you, "don't go. I-" you took a breath to steady your frantic heart, "I don't want you to go."

"(Y/n), he is a Wolf. He is the same thing that stalks your nightmares. Do you truly need me to tell you of your own fears?"

"I shouldn't fear him. The Wolves that-" you held Grim a little tighter as the kit nuzzled your cheek to calm you, "that attacked us... They're gone. They're not coming back. I can't- I can't let myself be afraid of them all because a few bore their fangs. That isn't fair. Not to them, and not to me. It just isn't fair."

Malleus looked like he wanted to argue, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Jack and then back at you. Jack seemed to take this moment to speak up, careful to move slowly around you as you were clearly still wary and skittish around him. When you saw his drooped ears and almost begging eyes the image of the snarling Wolves began to dissolve, leaving behind a whimpering puppy. He was clearly no puppy- standing tall even among the other giants of the school- but he didn't have that same crazed look as the Pack had.

You tried to hold onto that mental image, wanting to treat this Wolf fairly but struggling to actually convince yourself of what you were saying. The battle was internal to see which won for your attention; the snarling Wolves or the whimpering Puppy.

"If... If it makes you feel more at peace, I am Domestic."

"No pride," Leona scoffed, "already rolling over to show your tummy, Jack?"

The Wolf frowned at Leona for this, but what Jack said caught your interest. What did he mean by Domestic?

"What?"

"Right," Jack scratched the back of his head in a stressed way, his ample fur fluffing out somewhat, "Domestics are members of the more beastly species that didn't grow up in their usual environment. Most Werewolves grow up with a Pack, moving when the pack moves and refusing any kind of excessive interacting with other species. I wasn't raised in a Pack. I'm Domestic."

Leona huffed again, his Lion ears angled back as he frowns at the Wolf. From what Jack told you, it helped somewhat to see him as a Wolf-dog, not a pure Wolf like that group had been. It was clear that a few of the others seemed to agree with Jack despite Leona's displeasure.

"... I feel like Jack should stay. He has a right like anyone else does. I won't lie and say I'm not afraid... I'm terrified. The howling... The fangs... The snarling..!"

You had to pause again to ground yourself, Grim doing an excellent job by giving you something to hold and cuddle for comfort. The little kit was clearly unsettled around Jack, but it was likely for the same reason as you due to the rather fresh memories of the Wolves. Still, the kit was of great comfort and you managed to get your breathing back under control, forcing down the tears that threatened to fall.

"I understand that I can't fear every member of a species because of what one group did, but I am still afraid. I think... I think some time around a Wolf that won't hurt me... that won't chase me like those Wolves did... It could be a good thing for me. Of course," you paused and looked back at the somewhat more hopeful Wolf, "only if Jack is okay with it. I don't want him to feel pressured into it if he doesn't want to. I would understand."

"... Truth is I feel like I have to do this, but not because anyone is making me. I know I wasn't one of the Werewolves that hurt you, but I do feel like I have a responsibility to prove not all of us are like that. I want to help, but I don't like that I scare you."

You just nodded mutely and Jack seemed more confident to take his place back with Leona and Ruggie. Despite your still present desire to run, you remained among the group, calming yourself as best you could. If you were going to survive in this world until the Ghosts found you a way back home, you needed to create and gain as many allies as you could. Jack included.

"Now that that's all sorted out," Crowley spoke, clapping his hands together, "let us get this meeting underway so you all can attend your classes. I forgot to do another raffle, so I figure that I can either choose a dorm for this week or we do the raffle now. I can think of several dorms that are more deserving than others- given the recent events- but another raffle is more fair. Thoughts?"

You were almost tempted to just tell Crowley you could choose for yourself, but before you could speak up, another voice cut in.

"The Spelldrive Tournament is soon. Whatever dorm is selected will have to balance having their Housewarden away and practicing for the tournament. Not that there's much competition for anything other than second place, Diasomnia will easily win with Malleus."

This interjection from Azul made the others glance around, but you were mostly lost. You didn't recognize this 'Spelldrive Tournament' and wondered what it was in the context of the conversation. From what Azul said, it seemed like a sports thing that the other dorms participated in and that Malleus was going to win if he played.

"Mr. Ashengrotto makes a valid point. (Y/n), due to the Spelldrive Tournament, you will likely have to stay in whatever dorm is selected so the Housewarden of the dorm can lead their team. I will be continuing my work on increasing security for the time being."

You wanted to yell at the Crow. Once again he was trampling over how you may feel on the matter and just telling you what to do as the situation came about. Despite your annoyance with him, you kept yourself contained as it sounded like the Housewardens were actually needed by their dorms outside of their appointed duty to guard you.

"Fine, but who is going to do all that? Why don't we just let a staff member keep an eye on me since everyone else is busy this week?"

"Nonsense! You should have someone who is a first year to help you in classes. Besides, they want to take guard duties. They wouldn't have all shown up this early if they didn't wish to be selected."

"Or you threatened them to show up-"

"Anyway, should I raffle this one or do you feel like choosing?"

You stayed silent for a moment, frowning at the Crow who seemed oblivious to your annoyance. Grim, however, was not nearly as thrown off as you were by the behavior of the Crow.

"I want to choose!"

"Works for me," you conceeded to the wishes of the little feline, rubbing his forehead affectionately, "why don't you choose, Grim? You've been a very good boy and I think you earned the right to choose."

The little Hellcat purred loudly in response to your praise, rubbing his head against your chin with a purr. You were preoccupied enough with Grim to not notice the many jealous looks he received from the several students stationed around you. Their eyes glued to how easily the small kit gained your attention and affections.

"I want Leona!"

"Really? Any particular reason why?"

"He isn't super nice, but he still saved you and me from those dumb Wolves. And if there's lots of strangers coming in for this spell thingy, I don't want to be by the forest..."

You felt Malleus growl more than heard him, the soft growl more telling than Malleus would ever be of his emotions. Slow rolling thunder caught your attention and you noticed the way the others became tense, glancing to Malleus.

"I think it is a good idea, Grim."

The immediate sound of an almost wounded cry left the Dragon, who now turned to you in stress and worry. He couldn't protect you as easily in the other dorm leader's domain. You would be mostly out of his reach and that thought alone set his own instincts ablaze in concern and fury. Not to mention Leona was clearly interested in you and had been there for you where Malleus had failed before.

It had the potential to drive him wild just thinking of such a thing.

"Malleus, it's fine. Leona can be trusted. He already saved my hide once, there's no harm in trusting him a second time."

"..."

The thunder was rolling angrily outside as a heavy wind hit against the walls of the school, growing louder as you turned your head to stare at him. There was no expression on his face but you could tell from the thunder he was upset.

"Malleus, do you trust me?"

The sudden question caught the Dragon off guard as he looked to you in utter confusion, tilting his head to the side. The thunder lulled to a soft rumble, wind slowing considerably as his blank expression turned to you. He blinked once before his eyes widened slightly, almost as if he were just now registering what you had asked.

"... What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course, why would you feel the need to ask-?"

"Because you don't seem to be trusting me right now."

A hesitance overcame him as he somewhat pouted, crossing his arms and glancing away sullenly. His tail unravelled from your body and his wings drooped considerably. His expression was overcome with anger before smoothing again and he let out a long sigh.

"Trust you... Yes, I trust you. I am merely a call away, after all. And you will call on me if anything happens. I can... allow it. Kingscholar has proven himself a useful ally."

"Good. It's decided then."

"... Very well."

Malleus still seemed less than pleased, but the storm had stopped and his temper had considerably cooled. He was letting you go willingly and it frustrated him even more. The Dragon did take solace knowing you had the magestone on you, his own magestone suddenly becoming infinitely more useful to him beyond a comforting reminder of his mother.

You were glad to have calmed the Dragon enough to step away from him, noticing the way he seemed to be lost in thought now. The almost unaware way Malleus now behaved interested you, but you tried to not pay too much attention to him now he had calmed.

"Hey, Lion-guy-"

"You know my name is Leona, you cheeky cub."

"Yeah, Lion-a-guy, what is Savanaclaw like? Is there music? Oh! Can you all play the kind of music Mama likes?"

You laughed softly at this, kissing the well intended kit's forehead. A few of those in the room seemed surprised as Grim called you Mama- a newly formed habit of his after he awoke without you that morning- but you ignored the looks and snuggled the kit.

"I wish."

These two words caused an unusual response from two of those in the room. The two you were only vaguely familiar with reacted to your wistful words in usual ways. You had been introduced to them by Lilia when you had asked Silver to invite the dorm leaders of Scarabia the day prior. The Snake was Jamil Viper and the golden glowing one was a Genie named Kalim Al-Asim.

"Wish granted!"

Before you could move, a sudden golden glow came from one of Idia's many floating skulls, seeming to buzz and crackle for a moment before crashing to the ground. Idia seemed rather distressed as his one other skull bot hovered around him, the Shinigami stooping down to pick up the device before a lulling melodic tone came from it. It hummed gently and you quickly recognized the song as one you had listened to often prior to entering this world of monsters.

"Wait," you grabbed the device from the nervous Shinigami with one hand, Grim sitting up in your arm to look at the skull curiously, "I know that song!"

As the song continued, you somewhat felt a wash of relief overtake you. Part of you had mourned the loss of your music, knowing there was little chance this world had the same songs you enjoyed so much before you were thrown into it. Now it seemed this skull-bot of Idia's- which was glowing a gentle gold- seemed to fill that void you had been suffering.

"... One of his wishes worked?"

Jamil sounded completely incredulous as your turned to look at him, holding the device that must have been affected by Kalim's magic. The skull seemed to be intact despite the delicate wiring that went in to making it and even Kalim seemed surprised. That surprise quickly turned to excitement as he jumped up from his chair.

"I knew I could do it! Did you see, Jamil? Look! I did it and nothing bad happened!"

You were vaguely confused by Kalim's response to seeing his magic work to grant your wish and you wondered why he was so excited about it. Lilia had told you he was a Genie, so it would make sense that his wishes would work.

"Make another wish-!"

"No."

Jamil's tail suddenly wrapped around Kalim and cut him off, squeezing the grinning Genie tightly in the scales.

"Just because this one didn't end terribly, doesn't mean it won't suddenly explode later or the next one won't have dire consequences. (Y/n), I beg you, do not make a wish again. There's a reason Kalim isn't allowed to grant wishes and I would rather a wish he grants you doesn't end in your death."

You were surprised to hear the serious request from the frowning snake as he squeezed Kalim again. How could it be so bad when you were holding the result of a good wish? Maybe there was just something different about your wish that let it work this time?

"I'll hold onto it for now in case it does explode."

Idia said, lifting it out of your hand and moved away, despite how you tried to make a grab for it. He kept it out of your reach and you angrily huffed, holding onto Grim as you glared at the tall Shinigami.

"Sorry, HellKitty, I don't want you holding it when it explodes. Okay?"

"But if it doesn't explode in the next few days, I want it back. I already have so little from my home, I want my music."

"Promise I will return it once I make a few tweaks to keep it from exploding."

"... Fine."

Crowley seemed thrilled with this development as he clapped his hands, his feathers somewhat ruffled despite his smile.

"Wonderful! Now, you all should run off to class before they start. Remember, my little chick, you are staying in Savanaclaw until the Spelldrive Tournament, okay?"

You nodded and Leona sent a clear taunting grin towards Malleus as he stood up, resting his arm over your shoulders and began herding you towards the door. Ruggie and Jack followed, Jack keeping a bit more distance for your sake, as Malleus glared at the departing Lion. He had to remind himself that he could keep an eye on you with that Magestone hanging from your neck, and it would have to be enough for now.

Should that Lion try anything while you are in Savanaclaw, Malleus was sure to have a quick response against it. You were just glad to have a break from the ever doting Diasomnia. Maybe this would prove to be a good thing.

[mioakem]

If you’re able would you be down to summarize some of the notable bits of the stream? Don’t wanna give Dream’s stream more views :P and I also don’t have twitter

(If not the vibe then no worries! Thank u for all ur service in the mcyt drama wars 🙏)

ofc i can!

so basically hes just going through tubbos stream from earlier and nitpicking it

he starts by talking about how tommy used to joke about dream being a pedo (when he was 16 btw) and shows a super long text he sent to tommy saying how he doesn’t like it and doesn’t think it’s nice to do that.

then he talks about the qsmp/usmp thing. he said that tommy really wanted to join the usmp and apparently said “fuck quackity” (has no evidence of that) and then says how he stopped being friends with tommy when he dropped the “if youtubers were honest” video. he goes on a whole rant saying how tommy is fake and how he’s lying to everyone and then he starts shit talking tommy’s mom cause she was defending tommy on twitter. he shows the huge dm he sent to sarah (which was basically just saying that he’s upset that she’s active on twitter and defending her son). he says some more things about tommy, saying that he’s “on his knees” for quackity and also said that he wouldn’t be doing this if w*lbur was in dreams place

he then goes into the logan paul situation and, as expected, shit talks tommy for being friendly with him when he was 16. he starts saying that tommy just likes to start drama to get attention.

finally he gets into the mizkif situation and again says that tommy is just trying to start drama. Then he goes on a whole politics rant about xqc or whatever the fuck his name is and saying that his opinions on trump dont matter cause he’s canadian? he then says that his own opinions on trump don’t matter and that he doesn’t talk about politics cause he’s not a politics streamer. then he addresses the r slur and to summarize it he basically just said “how come nicholas cantu can say a slur but not me”. he gets super mad when that jack and harry found the nicholas cantù thing funny purely because they don’t like dream.

he also talks about the philza tweet and says that he never ever took credit for other people’s success while in the same breath saying that he shined a spotlight on creators during the dream smp. he also says that he gained absolutely nothing from the dsmp and that “1% of his subs are from dsmp”

he starts going off about aimsey and says that he thought that she was the one who set off the whole caitibugs in an attempt to cancel dream and george (she didn’t caiti was literally speaking out abt george groping her and dream covered it up)

that’s about it after that it’s basically just a long coke rant about practically nothing, i’ll def update if anything else happens in the stream but rn he’s just going insane lol

[prinzrupprecht]

When Someone Else Tries to Impress You

It’s been forever since I did a Valhalla scenario one shot. Might turn this into a series with other characters.

Pairings: Okita Souji x fem!reader

Synposis: Valhalla was another wonder of mysteries and vastly beautiful. Everyone and everything co exists in one place. All the humans that died were summoned to Valhalla in their prime. You were died young anyway but you were reunited with your friends and of course, Souji once again. Yet, things go south when you befriend the demigod Cu Chulainn that happened to be training one day nearby.

No warnings.

WC: 1585

You loved everything about Valhalla. There were no wars and death. You and Souji were always next to each other when you both lived and promised each other to be with one another in the next life. Well, instead of being reborn, you all were summoned to Valhalla. Everyone that you had known was summoned in their prime years. Nagakura used to brag about how he died as an old man but was brought to Valhalla in his late twenties. You died not long after Souji so you never had the experience of aging like he did. It seemed that mostly everyone was still young and alive but in Valhalla.

“Oh cool, everyone is still practicing.” You chuckled as you sat down by Kondo. It was amazing to you how Kondo’s group still stuck by one another and had their own lodges set up near a forest.

There was no more fighting, at least no one to betray each other. Even Abiru, Yamanami and Heisuke were still with you all in the afterlife despite their bad choices when you guys were alive. You don’t loathe anyone… except maybe Serizawa for being a complete jack ass and he was elsewhere with his own group. At least he didn’t stick around with you guys.

Souji was happy and better, unlike his sick self. At least you can’t catch diseases and illnesses in heaven. He was able to spar with the others and see him laugh again. You could resonate with him how he wanted to see them once more before he died. He wanted to fight alongside them in the war. Most of all, he wanted to be with you and Kondo forever. It sucked how that turned out but in the end, everyone ended up together again. You had your family again… your Souji… the boy you swore your loyalty to. Valhalla was too unreal to be true.

After everyone was done with their practices and had eaten Kondo’s homemade meal, you quickly dismissed yourself and wanted to check the river nearby alongside the cliffs. You were going to ask your Souji to accompany you but he looked busy with everyone.

Maybe they won’t even notice you leaving for a bit. It didn’t cross your mind as you wandered around the forest down to where the river was. It didn’t look safe to cross from the looks of it. You heard someone counting like as if they were training nearby. You didn’t want to spy or anything. You haven’t met many new people in Valhalla either.

You slowly walked away but accidentally tripped over your feet falling backwards. Clumsy… like usual. You remember how Souji has caught you a few times when you’ve tripped or fallen from heights. He was normally there for you… suddenly guilt formed in your stomach. You wanted to return but someone was towering over you.

“Spying on me now?” A man with long silver hair gathered in a braid stared down at you. His blue combat uniform looked odd and he wore a red cape supported by a golden medallion attached to his right shoulder.

“N-No… I was just wondering around. Who the hell are you?” You sat up and moved away a bit to be cautious. You were mad that you didn’t bring your weapon with you in case he tried to attack you. You were internally scowling at yourself for being stupid.

“The name’s Cu Chulainn and you didn’t answer my first question.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“What? Spying? I already said I wasn’t! Besides I’m leaving,” you tried to get up but your foot was stuck under a fallen log. You cursed and panicked but the man was baffled how terrified you were around him.

“Here, let me.” He pulled the log up so you could move your leg freely. You jumped up and still stumbled but didn’t fall this time. Was he showing off? How was he able to lift a fallen tree like that?!

“What? I was trying to help. Besides you still haven’t given your name?” He raised one hand to his face as he observed you. Was he really acting nice towards you? You were hesitant but gave your name to him.

“I— I need to head back.” You finally stood up and the man Cu Chulainn leaned against a tree with his arms crossed.

“So soon? You barely got here,” he laughed and you heard a dog. A dog barking.

“There he is,” a fluffy white dog walked up to Cu making your left eye twitch.

“You know, my dog Geiss normally doesn’t like humans, but he seems okay around you.” Doesn’t like humans? What the f— is he then? Was he trying to impress you with that statement?

You reached your hand down to pet the dog and he was nice enough to let you touch him. “He’s soft…” you were surprised by the dog’s reaction to you petting him.

“See, Geiss likes the pretty lady, huh?” Cu cooed that last part as he patted his dog. Pretty lady? You kept telling yourself to not get flustered. You can’t be flustered. You belonged to someone already. Oh god, oh god.

Cu was trying to impress you with his dog? You mentally laughed and you overstayed in the same spot. “I should head back but I must ask why are you here?” You have been wondering this for some time. He wasn’t Japanese. You have no idea what he was? He said his dog wasn’t particularly fond with humans.

“I train in all sorts of places, this happened to be a random spot I sometimes come to.” He responded as he went to pick up something huge like a tree but not quite. His weapon?

“My mentor gave me this and told me to train every day to master its technique. Maybe I can show you someday,” you were feeling guilty all of a sudden. Cu Chulainn or whoever he was must’ve been a warrior somewhere. He was strong for sure, but you didn’t have time to play questionnaire.

You heard leaves crunching behind you. “I found you. Why did you leave—" Souji stopped mid-sentence as he saw you with someone else. Geiss started to growl making Souji step back a bit. He was contemplating on pulling his sword out of his sheath. He was confused while he stayed a few feet away from you. You seemed too relaxed around the man as well.

Were you secretly seeing someone else? Souji wouldn’t know how to handle that, but he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. Souji fell silent and didn’t know why you were here with someone else.

“Wait—! It’s not what it looks like.” You stepped in front of him.

“Who’s this?” Cu asked while he placed his weapon down. Geiss was lying next to him while you felt more guilty than ever.

“It doesn’t matter, we’re heading back.” Souji grabbed your arm to leave with him. Cu didn’t stop you from leaving. Well, he thought you were cute but that was it. It would be unfortunate, if he was your boyfriend. He seemed to dislike him but it didn't matter to Cu Chulainn anyway. He didn't even care if he sees you again.

“Hey wait! Why are you mad?” You haven’t seen Souji lose his temper but he was itching to kill the man you were with.

“Were you and him…" he didn’t want to finish while he was turned away clenching his hands tightly.

“No, I just met him and well, he talks a lot and has a cute dog.” You tried to make the situation better but Souji frowned still. Cute dog? That thing wanted to kill him.

He had calmed himself a bit and apologized. “Sorry, I almost lost my temper back there.”

“Aw, are you jealous that someone else was talking to me? Souji…” you were surprised but this wasn’t the first time. He even got mad at Hijikata and Nagakura a few times for trying to date you numerous times when you all lived.

Souji ignored what you had said. “Let’s head back. Venturing off is still dangerous without telling anyone. You were just lucky,” Souji grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him. He wasn’t wrong with the lucky part. Cu Chulainn could’ve harmed you but he didn’t.

“Fine, maybe we can see him again and he can show me what his weapon does.” You felt his hand tighten when you mentioned seeing him again. You noticed the tension in the air changed. Souji glanced at you with murderous intent in his eyes. Not to kill you, but he would for sure kill him.

“I said we, you and me! He didn’t seem—"

“No, just leave it.” When you two got back to the main area where you all were staying at. Souji had let go of you but something made you nervous around him from his behaviour earlier. He gets overprotective but this time he was different. He actually looked hurt but played it off when you explained that you had just met him and nothing happened. Now he’s back to acting normal around his friends, but when you two were alone, he wanted to mark you. Everyone knew who you belonged to. Souji always says the sweetest things to you alone which made your heart beat differently. How could you leave him? You wouldn't. Ever.

Something only he can do to you as his woman and no one else.

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ to live for the hope of it all !! <3

it was a nice little thing schlatt did. shouting out youtubers he liked for shits and giggles, challenging jack manifold to do the same and subsequently charlie getting challenged by jack.

of course charlie was going to mention some of his favorite youtubers! some who specialized in d&d, music production, content creators who made him think and ones he had been fans of since he could practically speak.

but there was a wildcard in there, a small youtuber named frostedsugarcookiehearts. her content wasn't exactly what people expected charlie slimecicle would watch.

frostedsugarcookiehearts was a cute little youtuber who did baking videos that leaned more towards asmr, giving comforting advice to viewers while making classic recipes. her most popular video was failing :(, a chocolate chip cookie baking tutorial that comforted the viewer and discussed failure.

and charlie? obsessed. he knew that he had to shout out the cute little baker youtuber in his video. she had comforted him throughout the highs and lows of his life (parasocially, of course) and he was practically in love with her.

"the next channel i'm shouting out is frostedsugarcookiehearts. they're a small youtube channel who bakes recipes while talking to you about life. imagine..." he pauses, looking up. "a girly version of theweeklyslap, but she's baking instead of playing COD."

a few clips of your videos flickered over the screen, and a little portion of your most recent video played. your voice was quiet and soft, the kind that put you to sleep like a lullaby. "the editing too and the production just gives it this really unique, cozy feeling that i don't really get on a lot of other channels." he chuckled, smiling at the screen.

charlie's hands vaguely wave in the air as he pauses, trying to put his thoughts into words. "it's like- it's like i'm in a dream, or at least like, everyone else in the world is... asleep. and you're just like, in this girl's workshop. she's kinda walking you through all of this stuff, but it's like her domain. it's like being in a mad wizard's lair, but a really fun, friendly mad wizard."

he let out a little chuckle, shaking his head as his voiceover echoed through clips of your videos where you're baking chocolate chip cookies and cakes while helping out your audience. "but now, i kinda just like to check in from time to time. see how she's doing- fuck, i'm parasocial. i'm parasocial. but i really like being in her kitchen and seeing her work and i really like the style! it feels, it feels really cool, it feels really cozy and feels so genuine. go check her out. just ... seems like a good person."

he looks up at the screen, smile wide as he adjusts his glasses.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Guarding your name from the fae in folklore

The idea of fae stealing names is quite recent (I’m a big fan of new, modern folklore, x, y), but the idea that you have to guard your name so no one could (supernaturally) us it against you, is definitely a widespread folk belief. However, I’ve never encountered an actual folktale that says the fae or fairies in particular could have power over you if they knew your name. I’ve been looking for one for a long time (and if you know one please let me know!) but so far I’ve only come up with one example. So let's take a look:

The power of names

Like I said, the power of names is an old belief that shows up all over the world. Sometimes it’s linked with naming ceremonies like baptism. Sometimes hiding the name from others (witches, djinns, etc.) is what will protect you, sometimes the name itself will protect you (like being named after a saint or in reverence of a deity or spirit). Edward Clodd published a huge essay in 1898 investigating how widespread this name guarding practice is and how it links to folklore. Which, while obvioulsy dated, certainly gives an impression of how deep this belief goes (Tom Tit Tot; an essay on savage philosophy in folk-tale, Clodd, E., 1898).

Not all folk beliefs show up in folktales though and protagonists who refuse to tell their name are not a staple of European folklore, whether it concerns fae or other entities. In “The Soul Cages”, collected by T. Crofton Croker it’s even quite the opposite, as the protagonist and a firendly merrow deliberately call each other by their full names (Jack Dogherty and Coomara). And for ages I wasn't able to find a story that actually incorporated the belief of guarding your name against fae, until I read that huge essay.

Hiding your name from the fairies

In his book, Clodd mentions a single folktale in which it is mentioned that the fae are trying to learn someone’s real name. Sadly he does not tell it in full, but since it is the only real example of this concept I’ve able to find so far, I will give the full quote:

While these sheets are passing through the press, my friend Mr. W. B. Yeats hands me a letter from an Irish correspondent, who tells of a fairyhaunted old woman living in King's County. Her tormentors, whom she calls the "Fairy Band of Shinrone," come from Tipperary. They pelt her with invisible missiles, hurl abuse at her, and rail against her family, both the dead and the living, until she is driven well-nigh mad. And all this spite is manifested because they cannot find out her name, for if they could learn that, she would be in their power. Sometimes sarcasm or chaff is employed, and a nickname is given her to entrap her into telling her real name, — all which she freely talks about, often with fits of laughter. But the fairies trouble her most at night, coming in through the wall over her bed-head, which is no laughing matter; and then, being a good Protestant, she recites chapters and verses from the Bible to charm them away. And although she has been thus plagued for years, she still holds her own against the "band of Shinrone." (Clodd, 1889, p. 83-84).

This story fits the concept of keeping your name away from malicious fairies so you cannot truly fall under their power perfectly. Sadly I haven’t been able to find this story in Yeats’ own folklore collection, but it fulfills my criteria even so.

What I have been able to find many examples of, however, is the reverse trope. Namely that knowing a fairy’s name will give you power over them. I thought this only showed up in Rumplestiltskin-type stories, but it seems a little more widespread than that. Which is very exciting to me, and merits its own post. So stay tuned.

[aliaology]

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY

summary: you used to date quinn, the relationship starting not long after him and his other ex broke up. she got mad, made drama about you, and in the end, it flared up by the time your relationship was long gone.

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: death threats

thin mints. god you loved thin mints, and currently you craved them. actually, you craved the nice memories they brought. the memories where your ex told you he would have some guy get some for you. he ended up being that guy.

quinn hughes. your favorite past lover who will continue to outshine the rest. he treated you well, made you happy. he was perfect.

bonding over the black eyed peas and the smiths was something you found to be hard when it came to other people. but with quinn, it was easy. he made love seem easy and effortless.

but the downside, was his ex. she was pretty, but they had broken up about three months prior to you and him hooking up and then ultimately getting together. no one necessarily knew of their breakup. they didn’t post pictures often of each other due to quinn living in vancouver and his ex living in michigan.

so everyone assumed they were fine, until quinn decided to hard launch your relationship. you were fine with it at first. it was innocent, like the cuddling on trampolines you guys loved to do.

but now you were being called a slut. at this very moment, you were being called a slut and getting death threats. at the time, you were getting the same treatment.

it seemed his ex put the idea that he cheated on her with you, into everyones head. and they believed it. they believed it because of the stereotype against hockey players. the stereotype against girl best friends.

but that didn’t stop your relationship. you were so into it. you were there for everything, even his brothers… until you weren’t. it wasn’t like you both ended on bad terms. in fact, you both ended things, stating it was better to stay friends.

then she released a song. a song where she practically tore you apart, tore you down. you were the hot topic on her tongue.

she painted you out to be the bad guy. the manipulator. the one who made him take you to bed. you were just trying to hold him close and love him.

the only win from the whole situation was the fact he called you his favorite love. that you would always be the favorite.

but to everyone, you were the slut. you didn’t have a choice in that matter. you were the homewrecker. all because you liked a boy.

ynusername

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ynusername all because i liked a boy. coming out oct 14 (with permission). thinking of dating a boy with an ex? i wouldnt recommend it. especially if stuff happens after you had already broken up!

comments.

user and shes gonna eat 😜

user she alr did with ‘skin’ 🤭🤭

user DIE WHORE

_quinnhughes insanely proud of u y/n/n

ynusername thank u quinner 😪

jackhughes AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT⁉️⁉️⁉️

lhughes_06 WHEN EVERYTHING WENT DOWN WE’D ALREADY BROKEN UP 😱😱😱

user all hughes brothers being her no.1 supporters is so cute

jackhughes can i get you thin mints this time

jackhughes im exless!

jackhughes no im not but my ex forgot i exist!

jackhughes choose me instead!

_quinnhughes jack please this is embarrassing for u

jackhughes SHUT UP QUINN

user i cant tell if quinn is okay with this or not

ynusername he is 😭 me and him are best friends now and have no hard feelings or any romantic feelings towards one another anymore. plus jack will never have a chance 🤷‍♀️

user ITS GONNA BE A BOP LMFAO

user slut! homewrecker! cunt!

user banned!

user i love i live i laugh

user i alr know this will slap

trevorzegras @/jackhughes shes mine

user STOP.

user puckbunny ass bitch

user i know what im streaming when it comes out!

user i still prefer quinns ex over y/n

user then use her name instead of y/ns xx 😻

erm..! this lowkey sucks LMFAO

taglist (perm!) @hockeyboysarehot (just ask to be added for perm tags! <3)

[kenmarlenn]

Any headcanons about Dazzle?

Dazzle!!

She genuinely doesn’t mind being called either Dazzle or Evelyn. As she gets older and spends more time as Dazzle, she primarily uses that name. It’s the one her family gave her!

Can’t remember if this has been stated in canon or not, or where I’m getting it from - the designs on her overalls were drawn on by her! She loves to color, and the surface material doesn’t really matter.

She is an artist! She’s got the magic pens that can write on anything in her room, but as she gets older she likes to learn what art supplies actually work on what surfaces and why. Currently, Dazzle practices her art skills with the magic pens, and drawing pictures of her family in pencil and crayon.

She knows that since that day Sun not Sun got mad, the world has been a more serious and scary and complicated place. She tries to keep up her spirits and optimism, but now with any sign of trouble she finds herself clinging to her dad or calling for others to help. She doesn’t remember doing that much with her human dad, even when things got scary. (Was it because she was oblivious, or because she knew he wouldn’t be much comfort?)

Sun started wearing his t shirts and sweatervest because of her. Dazzle’s got full outfits - Sun can’t just wear pants!! He isn’t fully dressed!! Explanations of “I’ve never worn shirts, Dazzle,” were ignored in favor of the kid logic of “We can’t leave the house without clothes.” Morning routines before work took a lot longer before Sun gave in!

Sun is a great playmate. But Solar… well, before Jack went away, Solar was the playmate who could make the game so much cooler with gadgets! Daring Deer could have actual smoke bombs!!! (A misty spray of water triggered by pressure when thrown on the floor.) She’s had to do without those recently. Solar isn’t up to playing.

She misses Jack.

Dazzle’s been trying to keep Molten involved in their lives! Asking Moon and Sun about him, getting him over to play. And he’s getting better at playing, too! Sometimes he’s a little slow to understand, but that’s okay! Dazzle is patient and explains how the game works again. But then Molten accidentally trips her with a wire and no one uses super speed to catch her on the way down and—

She misses Jack.

[yuurei20]

Short Translation from Twisted Wonderland the second novel: Pre-Practice Match (pt1/5)

“Perhaps it is because they are all so focused, but no one seems to have noticed them yet.

Cater whispers, ‘Deuce-chan, is Jack-kun out there?’

‘Uh…’ Deuce opens his mouth to respond, but then a small figure slips past him.

‘Deluxe menchi katsu sandwich!’

‘Eh? Wait a second, Grim!’

Grim shouts the name of the sandwich aloud as he dashes onto the field.

Startled, Yuuya reaches out to hold him back, but Grim darts away on all fours like a fleeing cat too quick for Yuuya or any of the group to catch him.

‘Ow! What the!?’

The student that Grim has slammed into is a thin beast-person. It's Ruggie, with whom he traded his sandwich in the cafeteria.

‘Hey, it’s Ramshackle’s monster-kun.’ Ruggie tilts his head as he rubs his leg. ‘What’re you doing at our dorm?’

‘My deluxe menchi katsu sandwich! You really pulled one over on me.’"

'Of all the…you still holdin’ a grudge over that? Talk about stubborn.’ Ruggie chuckles. 'This world is survival of the fittest. What use are you if you can’t even protect your own grub? If you wanna be mad about it, be mad at yourself for being such an easy mark.'

'What did you just say! Actin’ all cocky—I’m never forgivin’ you.’

‘Ugh. Did he just forget what we came here for, all over some grudge about food?’ Ace can hardly believe the depths of Grim’s single-minded persistence.

Considering how disappointed Grim had been it is not that much of a surprise, but this is no longer the time or the place for a subtle investigation.

As one might expect, the surrounding Savanaclaw students are now on alert, and have begun to gather round.

‘What’s with the small fry?’

Someone makes a grab as though to seize Grim by the scruff of his neck, but Grim darts over to Yuuya with a, ‘Whaddya think you’re doin’!’

‘Is that the one from Ramshackle that we heard about?’ A tall student looks over at Grim and Yuuya. ‘That means the one behind him is who they’re saying stopped the overblot…’

‘And aren’t the others from Heartslabyul? What’re people from another dorm doing here?’"

[charliedawn]

Imagine Jack Sparrow being possessed by a sea spirit (Trans reader. Don't like, don't read.)

You were passing by Captain Jack Sparrow’s quarters when you heard that familiar drunken giggle. You knew that laugh—half mischief, half madness—and you paused, unable to resist listening in.

“So, Captain…where’d you pick up the newbie?” a crewmate asked, voice slurred with rum. “Looks awfully young, don’t he?”

Captain had promised you not to betray your secret to the crew, but he was drunk…Nobody knew what to expect with a drunk captain. Your heart tightened. You held your breath, but could only hear Jack's deep laugh and half-slurred answer.

“HE ain't young…He ain't anythin’ but a fellow sea companion with very pretty eyes.”

You exhaled quietly, relief softening your shoulders. But just as you reached for the door, your name floated through the wood—and you froze.

“Didn’t think you swung that way, Captain,” another voice teased. “You think he’s good-lookin’?”

You could practically hear Jack gag. “Don’t make me barf, Shelly. He’s trouble. I pity the poor soul who ends up shackled to that brat.”

The crew burst into laughter. But then one voice piped up louder than the rest.

“Well, least you don’t have to worry. He hates your guts, Cap’n.”

Suddenly, a heavy silence filled the room and Jack frowned, as if pondering on the crewmate's words. Hates? Did you really hate him? He looked down at his half-finished bottle and forced himself to let out a small laugh.

“Bah. She loves me. Just hasn’t figured it out yet.” He chuckled to himself—right as your glare met his across the room. Oops. So much for holding his tongue. He’d sworn to stop using the wrong pronoun, but when it came to you…he always fumbled. It was always better when he wanted to justify his feelings towards you. Being gay wasn't uncommon among pirates, but Captain Jack Sparrow had a reputation to uphold. Fortunately, none of the crewmen seemed sober enough to realise.

“Sparrow is getting a bit over himself. Maybe I should remind him who ends up crying on my lap when the nightmares come?”

That earned a fit of roaring laughters from the crew and you winked playfully at Sparrow who only took another gulp of his drink. You both knew the real reason Sparrow came to your room every night. It was very different from the reason why the many crew members were laughing. He didn’t like to talk about those nights, as they were as painful for him as they were for you.

Captain Jack Sparrow had bought you without even knowing it.

One night, far too drunk for his own good, Jack had tossed a coin to a hunched old woman offering him a “treasure.” He’d staggered back to the ship with a small, squirming pouch. When he opened it, what he found was not gold or pearls—but a beating heart, slick and pulsing.

He’d nearly thrown it overboard—until he saw you.

You emerged from the shadows of the sea, soaked, hair clinging to your face, chest torn open with a hollow where your heart should be. He stumbled back in horror. You clapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him into his quarters.

“My name is Y/N,” you said calmly. “I was cursed with immortality in exchange for my freedom. The heart you’re holding is mine. While it’s in your possession, I’m bound to protect you from all harm. My life belongs to you.”

Jack had laughed, of course. Thought you were mad. Threatened to toss your heart to the sharks a dozen times.

But he never did.

Instead, he offered you a job. He introduced you to his crew and since then, you had been navigating the seas by his side…until he found the box.

“Y/N! Come quick! I found something!”

You rushed towards the call, but your blood ran cold when you saw what he held.

“Captain…please. Don’t open it.” You begged him.

He raised a brow, smirking. “It’s just a dusty old box.”

He popped the lid. Nothing.

“See? Empty. Whatever was in that box, it's long gone…” He tossed the artifact aside and swaggered back to the ship. Fortunately, he had found other boxes full of gold to last for a while. But behind him, neither of you saw the black smoke slip from the box…and vanish into the rum flask tied to his belt.

That night

“Boys!” Jack declared, raising his mug high. “We have uncovered the legendary treasure of Himdar the Dark!”

“Long live Captain Jack Sparrow!” the crew roared, mugs clinking. They all started eating, drinking and telling the terrible things they'd heard about Himdar the Dark at sea.

“They say that his right hand was covered by black rotten flesh, since it was the hand he used to make pacts with the devil!”

“Nah, it was his left hand! And the curses? Never proven!”

But you knew the truth.

You had belonged to Himdar once. He’d cursed you. Your heart had been his most prized possession.

And now, Jack held it.

A low whisper slithered through the room.

“Bring me her heart…”

You stiffened. The words had come from Jack—but the voice wasn’t his.

“Captain?” a crewmate asked, frowning.

Jack blinked. “Ah—just tired, lads. Ignore me.”

The crew bought it.

You didn’t.

…

Later, in the rain, you found him alone—blade in one hand, your heart in the other.

His hand trembled.

You stepped closer, offering a small, knowing smile. “You’re a good man, Jack. I’ve never doubted it.”

His fingers curled tighter around the knife. Your words—your faith—hit him like cannon fire. How could you believe in him, when he barely believed in himself? They all thought they knew him: Jack Sparrow, fearless pirate king. But you saw what they didn’t. The man who woke screaming. The man afraid of dying nameless, buried in a box, forgotten by the sea.

You saw the truth.

He looked at you with tears in his eyes, washed away by the rain and looked back at the heart in his clutch.

“I…I trust you, Captain,” you said softly with a reassuring smile, even though he was the one with the knife above your beating heart. “You'll do what's right.”

His mouth opened like he wanted to say something—but the words weren’t his.

“You were never his.”

The voice that came from Jack’s throat was low, oily. It made your skin crawl.

You took a step back. “Jack?”

His eyes flickered—brown, then pitch black, then brown again. He staggered, clutching his head.

“Shut up!” he barked at no one. “Shut up, I said!”

You screamed. “Jack—listen to me. Fight it.”

But the spirit was stronger now, pouring through the cracks in Jack’s mind, feeding on doubt, fear, pain.

“I gave my soul for her heart,” the voice snarled. “And you—you worthless drunk—you think you deserve it?”

He lunged at you.

You dodged, barely, and shouted, “Jack! Look at me!”

That made him freeze. Tremble.

“You know me. I’m not her, I’m not his—I’m me. But you…you’re the only one who’s ever treated me like I was more than just a heart in a box. You know me, Jack.”

Jack dropped the knife.

Just for a second.

And in that second, the real Jack surfaced.

He looked at you—truly looked at you—and whispered, “Y/N…”

But the moment shattered like glass.

His back arched, a scream tearing from his lungs, and the black smoke burst from his mouth. It swirled around the deck like a hurricane, howling with rage.

The spirit spoke again, louder now, shaking the ship. “Then I will take both of you.”

You ran to Jack’s side, gripping his shoulders as he crumpled to the floor. His body was cold. Too cold. “Stay with me, Jack. Don’t you dare let him win.”

The spirit coiled in the sky above, forming the vague silhouette of a man—tattered cloak, rotting hand, empty eyes.

Himdar.

“I was promised a heart,” it growled. “I was promised your heart, Y/N.”

You rose to your feet, standing between Jack and the spirit, your chest heaving, still torn where your heart once belonged.

“Well, I was promised freedom,” you snapped. “Freedom to be who I want to be. Freedom to be my own man. And you NEVER respected that. That’s why you asked that old witch to curse me. You pretended to love me, Himdar. But in truth, you never did.”

Lightning split the sky. You reached down and took the heart from Jack’s hand—it pulsed faintly, like it remembered you.

“Do you want it back?” you shouted at the storm. “Then come and take it!”

The wind screamed. The smoke dove towards you—but just before it reached your chest, Jack threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. The heart, between you both, pulsed bright red. A shockwave burst out from it, throwing the spirit backwards.

“NOOOO!” Himdar’s voice echoed, warping into a thousand angry whispers before fading entirely.

Silence. Only the rain remained.

You fell to your knees, the heart still warm in your hands. Jack collapsed beside you, gasping for breath.

“Bloody hell,” he wheezed. “That…was not worth one coin.”

You laughed—shaky, breathless.

He turned to you, eyes clearing. “I almost…I almost hurt you.”

“But you didn’t,” you replied firmly. “You fought him. You came back. You protected me.”

Jack hesitated, then reached out and touched the heart between you, fingers brushing yours.

“What happens now?” he asked.

You looked at the stormy sky, then down at your heart. It was still beating. But something was different. For the first time in centuries, it didn’t feel tethered.

You placed the heart against your chest.

And this time…it didn’t reject you.

It settled and your chest closed.

You gasped. Then smiled with tears of relief in your eyes.

“It’s mine again.”

…

The storm had passed, leaving only sea mist and silence on the deck. The crew had retreated below, shaken but alive, muttering rumors about curses and spirits, trying to forget what they’d seen. You stood with Jack on the quarterdeck. Jack leaned against the railing, staring out at the horizon.

You took a breath and stepped closer.

“I want to give it to you again,” you told him.

He flinched like the words had struck him physically.“No.”

You blinked. “What?”

Jack turned, his face uncharacteristically serious. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by something raw and trembling underneath.

“I said no. Keep it. I don’t want it.”

“But—”

“You don’t get it,” he snapped. “I already almost lost you once. When I had it before, it was a curse. A bloody, godforsaken anchor tying you to a man who didn’t deserve to be tied to anyone.”

You opened your mouth, but he kept going.

“You’re free now. Free to live, to sail, to choose who to love and where to go and what to be. And I’ll be damned if I take that from you again.”

His voice cracked.

“I can’t…I won’t be the one who chains you down again.”

Silence again. He looked away, chest rising and falling with everything he wasn’t saying.

You stepped closer. Slowly.

“Jack,” you whispered.

He didn’t look at you. So you took his hand—and pressed it gently against your chest.

“It was never a chain,” you murmured.

He hesitated and you kissed him. Not rushed. Not desperate. But deep and certain—like a vow spoken without words. His breath caught. His hands trembled. You pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips.

“My heart always belonged to you.”

His eyes widened. His mouth parted, speechless. The bottle of rum at his side hit the deck with a soft clink.

“I kept telling myself I was protecting you,” you whispered. “That I was cursed, that you were reckless, that you didn’t know what love was—but I was wrong.”

Jack finally looked at you. His eyes were shining again, though he blinked fast like he didn’t want you to see.

“You do know,” you insisted. “You just never thought you deserved it.”

He stared down at the hand on your heart.

“…I still don’t,” he said hoarsely.

You brushed your fingers down the side of his face.

“Well, too bad,” you said with a small smile. “Because I’m giving it to you anyway.”

Jack gave a soft, disbelieving laugh, then leaned forward and kissed you—clumsy and rough and entirely, painfully him.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“That thing stays in your chest…but know that I accept that heart of yours. Even if I do not literally have it in my hand. Doesn’t make it any less mine.”

[shelbgrey]

Jack Hodgins Having a little sister:

Paring: Jack Hodgins x Little Sister!Reader

Summary: having Jack Hodgins as an over protective big brother and being 'queen of the lab'

A/n: this is short and kinda sucks. Request are open for bones.

💚MasterList 💚mood bord

Jack practically raised you, your parents did love you very much but they were always working and that's just how it was.

Intentionally or not your parents missed the little things, like school concerts or marching season when you were in the band, Jack didn't miss one and always there chearing you on.

Your just as, if not smarter than Jack, and like your big brother you showed interest in becoming a Forensic Entomologist like him. You always looked up to him and wanted to be like him.

The only difference is your more interested in the animal/reptile aspect than the bugs like he is.

Your office/lab is full of lizards and turantulas, and you've named all of them.

Your terrified song snakes though, you hate them with a passion and jack of course knows it and tries to keep the ones he has in the Lab away from you. It doesn't work sometimes.

“Jack there's a snake in my office!” you shouted standing on your wheely chair. Jack came running in to get ride of it. “it's just a black snake, he's more scared of you than you are of him”

He didn't say that to tease you, he just genuinely trying to reassure you so you won't panic all the time. “I beg to differ”

Your the youngest on the team putting you about 20 years old when you and team first started to work together.

With that, Jack is very protective of you and makes sure your shown the same respect he and the team are.

People and other people of science might underestimate you, your young and have tattoos and have a more goofy personality. Jack and the jeffersonian team will always have your back if it comes to people disrespecting you and your always proving the snobby scientists wrong.

You always feel safe with your brother, even in the most dangerous situation. When you and him were buried in the car by the Gravedigger you had absolute faith you'd get out of there, no matter how scared you were.

“We're gonna be okay...i promised mom I'd always protect you” he said.

You both got out with your friends family's help. Angela and Lance were waiting for you both and relieved to have you safe.

Speaking of Angela, she just like a big sister to you. You are both close and you feel you can always go to her for help.

Angela's dad, Billy is also loves you and is like a father to you. While he was putting the fear of god and tattooing Jack, he was showing you how to play guitar.

Even if you and Angela are close, Seeley is your best friend. While he teases Jack and calls him 'bug boy' he genuinely love you like a sister and doesn't mess with you.

Jack wanted to give an over protective big brother talk to Lance when you started dating, but he couldn't. He liked Lance to much and trusted him.

“just don't hurt her”

He walked you down the aisle at yours and Lance's wedding.

Your always involved with his experiments and it drives Cam crazy. She loves you usually let's you get away with it.

Since Jack is 'king of the lab' your the 'Queen of the lab'.

He's literally the coolest uncle ever and your like a second mother to Michael-Vincent.

You've always got each other's backs, you were there when he got put in his wheelchair and helped him learn how to deal with it.

Sometimes people don't understand how you two can be so close and not find each other annoying.

Jack could never get mad at you and if he does it doesn't last long.

Sometimes his over protectiveness gets annoying, but you know he means well.

“Hodgins have each other's backs no matter what” You guys always say.

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Songs to Listen to While Descending into Madness

Hey, remember when I found Ian's perfect theme song for Sunshine in Hell? Well, I found one that fits Joseph's descent into madness and embracing the personality of Jack. Maybe I should make a playlist specifically for Sunshine in Hell sometime...

Not only does it have this manic energy that switches to disturbing and somber, a lot of the lyrics really give me the vibe of the suffering Joseph went through as he tore away at his very identity to become someone and something else.

When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light? The room I'm in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it No, the only thing that's changed is how I see at night I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish For sunshine when the morning's somewhere else But I can't change what time it is or dilate my irises Only what I look at, and I'm looking at myself I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see? I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I'd never go back? If we can't see each other, then there's no more use for hiding I've decided I'll abide it; why deny the color black? I'm not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator Damn my eyes for seeing what's not there I'll trade in vision for a practiced intuition 'Til my fears come to fruition, I'm not scared I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see? I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between The future must know where you've been The past predicts the state you're in The present did and will not last Is, isn't, was, have, hasn't, has All that I ask is, keep those empty frames If nobody's in them, then no one is to blame For your self-portraits, sign another name Well, who should I be then, if I'll never be the same? I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night Who else could I be, when I can't fucking see? I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night I'm nowhere now, here's no one now to be And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I'll stay awake tonight

It really gives me vibes of the animatic Sauce made where Jack antagonizes Joseph, particularly that high energy of Jack strutting around, being cheerfully scary and threatening. It also reminds me this classic picture of a cheerful Jack and a traumatized dead(?) Joseph.

It even has a sketch updated version you can check out here!

Credit as always goes to the awesome Sauce for their awesome art, characters, and stories. They and the rest of the crew of SnaccPop Studios are a wealth of endless inspiration. Consider joining their patreon, won't you? Just remember - don't repost anything privately posted there!

There's so many lyrics that make me think of Jack's broken mind and the effects of hell had on him. I have to really break it down to show all the different feelings/images that it conjures up, since there is so much here virtually every line.

"When did I become afraid of the dark?" When you were trapped in hell, Joseph. His loneliness was bad while he was alive, but his death made it so, so, so much worse. He's terrified of being alone and forgotten. He can't stand the cold numbness only broken up by pain. It's a night he can never sleep through or wake up from.

"The room I'm in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it. No, the only thing that's changed is how I see at night." It didn't get better. Nothing changed in that hell. It just repeated his death and the delusions of his decaying mind. The only thing that changed was himself into someone else, someone who could better handle the madness.

"I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish, For sunshine when the morning's somewhere else." Joseph struggles desperately somehow, someway to find some sort of light, some hope in hell. Unfortunately, his sunshine Mary is somewhere else, reborn as Alice. All he can do is wish for a miracle.

His sunshine was always like a miracle to him. She found him twice. He prays she'll find him again.

"But I can't change what time it is or dilate my irises, Only what I look at, and I'm looking at myself." Joseph can't change his circumstances. He can't feel anything but cold and pain, no matter how much he struggles. He's helpless.

The only thing Joseph can do is relive his death and look inward into an ever growing abyss that stares back at him. That abyss, that hell is changing him because he can't do anything but stare inward.

Joseph only has himself in this hell, and the longer he stares at himself, the more he hates what he sees.

"I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night." Joseph isn't as good as his sunshine was, in his opinion. He's not even as good as a fraction of her, like the sunlight is reflected on the moon. He doesn't even have a glimmer of her light either.

"I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between." In a way, he is nowhere, trapped between life and death. Joseph/Jack was erased. He became no one.

"When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I'd never go back?" Jack swore never to go back into the tape, never to be Joseph ever again. He's terrified of being alone, and he refuses to ever be alone and forgotten ever again.

"I've decided I'll abide it; why deny the color black?" Joseph gives into his darker impulses, his madness, his yandere side. He'll do anything to be free of this hell, to have his sunshine back.

Even if that means staining his soul irreparably with sin by torturing and killing others to do it.

He'll be damned to hell either way. He knows that from experience.

"Damn my eyes for seeing what's not there." When someone is put through sensory deprivation, they hallucinate, make up alternate personas, and the like. Jack himself was confused at first when the tape was played, asking if MC/Alice really was real, that he wasn't just dreaming.

How many times did Jack imagine someone was really there to save him, only to be disappointed by a cruel reality that he was still trapped in hell?

"I'll trade in vision for a practiced intuition. 'Til my fears come to fruition, I'm not scared." These lines sum up the whole Jack persona. He'll bury himself in that cheerful façade in order to deny his own fears that he'll be trapped in hell forever. He'll lose himself in a dream of his own making since he can never sleep again.

The only way to avoid being scared of an eternity in hell is denial, denial, denial.

"Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see?" He's Jack. He can't see himself as Joseph anymore. His mind can't handle it. He's blinded himself to his real identity by burying memories of anything else.

"The future must know where you've been." This feels like the video tape. The few traces left of what happened in the incident of 1984.

"The past predicts the state you're in." All the mistakes Joseph made and the few things that made him happy with himself are the reasons why he became Jack.

"The present did and will not last." Time is cruel, constantly marching forward and erasing the past. Jack lost everything so many times. He lost his identity, his dreams, his sunshine, and his life. Everything was lost so easily... how can he not dread losing it all again?

"All that I ask is, keep those empty frames." If nothing else, Jack is desperate to be remembered. Even if the person in the picture isn't himself anymore, he's desperate for at least some trace of him is remembered, even if it's this caricature of the character he played.

"If nobody's in them, then no one is to blame." A reference to LambsWork Productions covering up the part they played in Jack's death or the scandal the 1984 incident created. They can't have their reputation ruined if no one remembers the SunnyTime Crew Show after all.

"For your self-portraits, sign another name." This makes me think of all the autographs Joseph had to sign as "Sunny Day Jack." The character had his face, his voice... but it was a different name. He couldn't break character, because the character was what people loved. It's another reason why he's Jack now instead of Joseph.

"Well, who should I be then, if I'll never be the same?" Joseph Cullman is missing. [Redacted] Haberdae is dead and erased. He can't go back to being either. Who should he be? What name or persona should he use that will give him peace?

"Who else could I be, when I can't fucking see?" What is left for him but to be Sunny Day Jack? He has nothing else but that persona in this hell.

"I'm nowhere now, here's no one now to be." This line sums up Jack's state in the tape. He's nowhere, and he doesn't know how to be himself anymore. He is nothing... so he'll be the character he played.

He doesn't know how to be Joseph anymore because he can no longer see the good qualities he had as Joseph. Everything good was attributed to Jack in his mind, even his sunshine's love.

"I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night." He will be Sunny Day Jack. He will be his own hope, his sunshine. Losing himself to this alternate persona was the only thing he had to cling to in that cold and lonely hell. He clung to it like a piece of driftwood until the splinters dug into his hands and made him bleed madness.

"And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?" Now this shift makes me think of after Jack is freed and the lingering trauma from being in the tape. It's fitting because it comes after a drastic shift in the song to something somber, slowly building into something almost... hopeful?

His dream of being saved came true... but the nightmare of that hell still haunts him.

What if he goes back?

Jack could, just as easily, be sent away if Alice doesn't want him there. He needs to make sure that never happens.

Can Jack really dare to cling to this hope that he's been given, that this actually is reality?

Was he really saved, or is this just another delusion?

So even though Jack finally can sleep, he's finally safe... his fears still haunt him. He can't truly rest until he's sure, absolutely sure, that he won't lose his sunshine ever again. It's the hope he's desperate to hold onto.

"I'll stay awake tonight." The hell of the tape robbed Jack of his ability to sleep, both in the past and in the present. His trauma and mental scars run deep.

No doubt there were many nights where Jack just laid in bed and watched Alice sleep. He focused on her warmth, her steady breathing. Her heartbeat, her soft skin, her smell...

Alice is real. This sunshine is real. Jack knows that. He knows that deep down in his soul, but...

What if?

Just one minute longer. One second more to reassure himself.

This beautiful person Jack holds close in his arms is his salvation. Alice chose to save him. She promised to never forget him. She promised him forever.

Jack feared that the tape would be his forever.

So even though he's tired, Jack just needs a little bit more, just that extra moment more to drink in Alice with all of his senses so that he can truly believe that she delivered him from damnation.

Joseph is dead. The good parts of him, the light and hope he found in himself as that redacted identity are gone from even his memory. Jack is the only one there now.

Alice is the only sunshine Jack can see now, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure he never loses that light, his hope, his love ever again.

Of course, during these moments of insecurity, Alice would stir, just a little, and cling to Jack tighter. Sometimes she even murmurs his name softly. She can feel that he needs her love through their connected souls.

The thoughts and feelings flow both ways. Sometimes Alice can pick up what Jack is thinking too, especially when his soul cries out to be seen, heard, felt, and loved.

Even though Jack didn't say a word, Alice heard his thoughts, his deepest need, and answered in a sleepy mumble, "Don't worry... I've got you. 'm not going anywhere..."

The soft words, slurred by a haze of sleep, sent a jolt through Jack, and all the love and gratitude he felt for her washed over him. Even in her dreams she would reach out to him, reassure him that she won't let him go. Even when in moments when his fear made their connection feel so tenuous, so fragile, all it took was a soft squeeze of her delicate hand always holding so gently onto his to quiet his fears.

Alice won't remember what she said in the morning, or anything else she mutters in a half-asleep haze, but she'll always remember Jack. She'll remember this man, no matter what name he uses, no matter what the fractured picture of his sanity looks like now. Their love is forever.

Even if Jack can't find the light in the man he used to be, even if the light of the good parts of Joseph are dead, buried, and forgotten in his mind... Jack can always believe in Alice, his sunshine. As long as he has her, he doesn't have to fear the dark or that he'll be banished back to hell.

Jack has the light of hope. It's in his sunshine Alice, and in the persona he wears. Most of all, it's in their love that lived on even after death.

Fortunately, over time, Alice will help him see that the light was always there even when he went any other name. With her help, he'll be able to finally find true peace and rest his weary soul in the gentle sunshine of their love. He'll finally be able to heal and truly shine in spite of the darkness.

Yeah, I know the song ends on a more somber note, but I'm all about happy endings and fluffy vanilla goodness. I couldn't help but add on a bit of a sweet reprise of sorts, even if not in so many lyrics. Sunshine in Hell is all about these wounded soulmates helping each other heal after all.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

[jadevine]

Horse knowledge, Tom Burke, and Game of Thrones when it was MOSTLY good.

Like many people, I've been devouring gif-sets from Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga with Tom Burke in them.

I am also constantly seeing "Tom Burke as Praetorian Jack" next to "Tom Burke as Athos" from The Three Musketeers, because Tom is also in that series. Such a hilarious contrast, lmao.

I'm betting his cast-mates just had a blast seeing him covered in dirt and gunning a War Rig through the Wasteland.

Apparently in The Three Musketeers, Tom could barely get off his horse, so the cameras had to keep cutting from "Tom is riding a horse" to "Tom is back on the ground! You saw how the other guys got off their horses, right??? That's... that's also how HE did it, yep!" and I have so many questions, lmao.

The Three Musketeers, and Tom Burke's adaptation of the novel called "The Musketeers," is a story set in the 1600s!

A lot of actors take a few weeks of riding lessons so they don't die when they get on a horse, because it's a great skill if you need to audition for a fantasy/period piece. If you end up in a LOT of fantasy/period pieces, you have a high likelihood of being an ACTUAL rider, like Viggo Mortensen.

In The Musketeers, Tom Burke is playing one of the titular musketeers, whose JOB is to ride horses and fight, so I'm guessing he got a BIT more instruction than "how to not die."

Dismounting a horse should NOT be hard, coming from a novice and very short horse rider! Right after your first hour of How To Not Die On A Horse, you switch one leg to the other side and jump off. And... yeah, that's it. That's all I can instruct people about "dismounting a horse" without having an actual horse to demonstrate. Details vary, but the basics are the same!

Normally if someone "can't get off the horse," it's because they're sick/injured or disabled, or because they're a young child who is really tiny and really fragile, so it's safer to get someone else to lift them off.

I hate using this particular scene for "how would people get helped on or off of a horse?" but in Game of Thrones, the short teenage girl is Daenerys (played by Emilia Clarke) and she's just married a huge and muscular warlord named Drogo (played by Jason Momoa).

Context: Daenerys probably knows HOW to ride, but she's currently scared out of her mind. She's having an arranged marriage--she knows nothing about Drogo besides "he's a foreign warlord, and my brother needs his army," she can't even tell her new husband "thank you for this beautiful horse" in his language, and her dress is gauzy and see-through silk that's wayyyyyy too expensive for riding.

At 3:50 minutes, Drogo just picks her up and sticks her on the horse, and that's pretty much how you'd lift someone off a horse if they can't dismount normally.

I'm Filipino and trying to less-fetishize Khal Drogo in this Medieval European Analog story, so going on how Drogo's later shown to be VERY well-spoken in his native language Dothraki, I guess he's thinking "Goddamn, my new wife is tiny. But I already gave her this horse in public--even if she's okay switching it out, everyone ELSE will ask questions if her 'wedding horse' is a foot shorter than it used to be. Is she gonna grow more? Can she mount up without stairs? FUCK THAT, STAIRS ARE FOR PUSSIES. I'M THE STAIRS. YOINK!"

But see, Tom Burke is an adult, there are no extenuating circumstances like "being married to a MASSIVE foreigner that you've met exactly once," and he's SIX FEET TALL! Tom should NOT need Jason Momoa to lift him on or off a horse!

An average horse who's big enough to carry most adults is about 15 hands high, or MY height (5 feet tall). "The Musketeers" show does have the pitfall of having FRENCHMEN in the 1600s riding practically-modern FRIESIAN horses from the Netherlands, probably because Friesians have nice hair, but height-wise, they're not known to be VERY tall.

Here's a shot of Athos/Tom leading his good Dutch boy, Roger!

Tom/Athos is at least a head above Roger! Friesians are thick-boned and often burly for their height, so Tom/Athos still looks just fine in the shots I've seen of him riding in "The Musketeers." And like... he literally looks okay while riding in the screenshots, since he's never clinging on for dear life or looking like he's about to fall off.

If he was just terrible at riding in general, they probably wouldn't have picked him for the show, or if they really liked his chemistry and acting but knew he would die on a horse, they'd get a riding double for him specifically.

How did Tom fuck up "getting off a horse" so badly that everyone went "nope, we're not filming that"??? And did he just never get better at it for TWO WHOLE YEARS, or was he a mysteriously slow learner when it came to exactly one aspect of horse riding???

[highlifeboat]

Been thinking more on the Skyrim/Dragonborn AU, specifically about the daughters. I think it's fun if they're each a different race of elf.

I imagine Bela is a High Elf. She dabbles in all manners of magic, but mainly uses destruction and conjuration, and mainly uses an Eleven Bow or Short Sword. She also practices necromancy in her free time, though it's more a hobby than for anything practical. She hopes to find a way to the Soul Cairn eventually, but that goal is still far off for her. She's a very stoic woman, who values practicality and is typically more calculating with her attacks than her sisters. Bela considers herself a witch.

Daniela is a Wood Elf. Incredibly fast but not necessarily sneaky, she prefers conjured weapons so she can stay light on her feet. While she has the vast array of weapons at her fingertips, she mainly uses the battleaxe or mace. Despite being a Bosmer, she's pretty terrible with a bow, but that doesn't stop her from trying to shoot hawks in her spare time. She's also incredibly charismatic and is usually in charge of luring people back to the fortress for them to eat, and while she was not raised as a traditional Wood Elf she does adhere to their strictly carnivorous diet, even before becoming a vampire.

Cassandra is a Dark Elf, and jack of all trades. She's strong, she's sneaky, she touches all manner of skills, though she's better at some than others. She's the brute, she has a love for swords of all kinds, but her pride and joy is an ebony claymore she so lovingly forged herself and named Shadow Fang. She's the designated "repair woman" whenever Bela's weapons needs sharpened, and she takes a lot of pride in her smithing. She's most skilled with one and two handed weapons, but her skills in magic or a bow are nothing to undermine.

Cassandra is often referred to as the most "dangerous" of the three, because of how brutish she is, but truthfully they're all equally dangerous in their own right. Bela is considered more sadistic, someone who like to torture rather than just kill, and it's often remarked that Daniela was driven to madness by the vampirism their mother infected them with.