#so it and spark get a pass for being clever and fun

[jinmalos]

I'm sorry if I've already talked about this before but I'm gonna do it again. I do actually want a moment of appreciation for Xenoblade 3 and the swears/swear replacements.

It's a pretty cool combo. On one hand there's inherent worldbuilding of a society present with giving the child/young adult soldiers swears and sayings to use that are related to things that are importsnt to their day to day lives that are inherently different from ours/the other places featured in previous Xenoblade titles. It helps place them as "othered" and makes it clear that their society is EXTREMELY different from the other entries in the series.

But also.

It's SO so good to have them have a bunch of swears equivalent to fuck this, fuck that, fuck you, go to hell, etc, that are censored enough to not warrant an M rating but still fits in with. again. them being child/young adult soldiers who swear as much as anyone in their positions should. Like yeah snuff it and spark that n such are kinda silly to hear in practice and not as punchy as a well-placed "fuck", but its a really neat little trick that I'm a huge fan of in a fantasy/scifi series

[missblissy]

So I saw that your inbox is open for hazbin requests

Could you do a Vox x Hellborn!Reader, like a succubus or something, so they can travel to the other rings but since hes a sinner he can't and say the reader is planning to attend a party in a different ring and just overall some fluffy clingy vox trying to convince reader to stay home and stay with him instead

If not that's okay !! Have a good day <3

((Ofc nonny! I had a lot of fun with this one! I've never seen any Hellborn!readers or even hellborn!OCs X Canon which honestly this was really refreshing!! Anyways, enjoy!!))

It didn’t look right. It didn’t feel nice… nothing felt nice. You pulled the bracelets off your wrist with a sigh and plucked the matching earring out as well. Another deep sigh, a huff, just hot air puffing from your chest in defeat. In the mirror you looked yourself over again, you couldn’t find anything to wear to the party your friends were having in the lust ring. As a hellborn you could move freely between all of hell, but you willingly choose to live in the pride ring.

Turning slightly you looked at your side profile, then your backside… “Ugh,” You groaned. Normally you’d be thrilled at the chance to travel to the Lust Ring. You kind of where… But you weren’t exactly keen on running into the recent drama your friends have been having.

While taking in your reflection you could see a spark in the corner of the mirror. Then a few more as they zigzagged to the floor. If lightning could produce people, Vox would always be at the source. He appeared behind you, a smile on his face and a clever yet sneaky twinkling shimmering in his eyes. 

Hands slithered and snaked along your hips, stopping to rest on your waist. A soft buzz and hum of electricity crawled along your skin and into your ears as he spoke, “What’s with the long face, little star?” The pet name never ceased to fluster a blush on your cheeks, “Another fight with the friends?” That amused look on his face said he already knew the answers to his question. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see one of many spy cams peeking out from the dark. He was always watching, and Vox was waiting until he saw that little smidge of doubt or frustration for him to come and make his move, “You know you can always stay the night here~” He cooed while swaying you just that little bit closer to him. 

You had to fight back a giggle or riggle from his grasp. His needy tendencies were honestly rather cute. Vox was confined to the Pride Ring, so he could never follow you lower into hell, and nor could he protect you, or even spy on you. His powers stopped with pride. 

Which explained why he’d always glow and bicker and pull at the idea of you staying home, here. Safe. Where he can keep an eye on you. Where you wouldn’t be harmed. 

Being a Hellborn, sure, you could hold your own. But you were far more at risk of permanently dying than Vox was. And that scared the living shit out of him. You could easily perish by a bullet from a regular old gun or a stab of a knife. Meanwhile, if such conventional means happened to Vox he’d just suffer through the pain until he healed or repaired the damage to his body. 

Vox tugged at your side a little more, a hum in his voice as he continued to lay on the affectionation. One, two, maybe three minutes passed before you let out such a heavy sigh you fell back into Vox’s chest for support, “I really wanted to go to this party, though,” You turned your gaze just enough to meet his, “Verosika Mayday is supposed to be making an appearance, I really love her concerts,” You whined. 

At the same time did you really want to spend all the time and money getting down a few rings just for a petty fight between your friends to ruin it all? You could take it or leave it at this point. And Vox with whatever sixth sense he had smelled the doubt and your unsureness. 

Normally, that being 9 times out of 10, there was no way Vox was going to talk you out of anything. Perhaps that’s something he really loved about you, that you were just as stubborn and headstrong as him. And you wouldn’t let anyone, including Vox, stop you from doing or getting what you wanted. 

But here he could already tell you were second guessing on even going to some stupid party you’d probably go to again next week. To be fair, he was getting a little sick and tired of you leaving every weekend and going places he couldn’t reach. 

The charm was ramped up to the max. You were suddenly spun around, a gasp of surprise jumping from your chest. You came face to face with Vox, a low blue glow from off his screen. Then a sweet, nostalgic song started playing, the source simply being Vox himself. 

“Who needs to see some singing bitch when you have one right here?” His tune was out of it and his hum was giggling but still, he began dancing you around, you in his arms and his hands holding tight, “I’ll take you to the moon~” The smile on his face only got bigger, and he drew you in close and tried to steal a kiss, “Get you higher than a balloon~” 

Twisted little notes, electric melodies, Spanish guitars, and suave singing were this man's go-to. He controlled everything in this tower, and the lights dimmed and changed colors. Vox made his own little world for the two of you, hidden behind all the showmanship and effects, you could easily mistake yourself suddenly on a sandy pink beach. 

“I can take you anywhere, my star, and we don’t even need to leave the penthouse,” Your heart started doing those silly flips and flops, battering around in your chest. You ate every bit of attention up. When Vox spoiled you like this, when he wanted something, good gods you could watch him all night. 

That didn’t mean you didn’t try your best to put up a fight, teasingly you whined out and dipped yourself backward only for Vox to catch you, one hand in the small of your back while the other caught your leg, “But how else am I going to get my fix of fun?” You dramatically called out, sarcasm laced in your words. 

“I’m the definition of fun, sweet cheeks,” He pulled you back to him, chest to chest, locked in a tango. Every step you took backwards he took a stronger one forward, legs getting tangled but never once did either of you trip. This playful dance was nothing new to you, so each step was gracefully placed. 

You faked a yawn, fanning your hand, and tried to look bored despite the growing grin and flare of passion and fire in your eyes. You tease Vox a little more, falsely attempting to flee from him. 

Only for Vox to snatch you closer with a grip twice as tight as before. A second of pleading flashed across his face only to be replaced by a sharp smirk. Where his hands made contact with you, sparks of snapping bolts shocked you lightly. Vox laughed out as you jumped in his arms, poured, and gave a mini glare, “You know you like it when I bite,” Vox’s face got closer to yours, the cheeky grin of his eating you away from the inside out. 

“Hmph!” Another shock traveled from him to you, causing a gasp of air while his voice drew closer to your ear. It was barely above a whisper… a beg…. A plea. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck while the vibrations of his vocals greeted you. 

“Please,” His voice was low. The two of you had stopped moving. And he clung onto you in a more desperate attempt… his walls fell and his true nature came out, “Please stay home tonight,” The cling of a desperate man who didn’t want to let you out of his sight, was enough to melt your heart, “I don’t want to be unable to see you,” Vox said, you understood what he meant even though he still added, “Or to protect you,” 

With little effort and carefully, you pulled away just enough to get a good look at those sad puppy dog eyes of his. Your smile was half there, and half in a bantering smirk. You gave him that kiss he tried so hard to get earlier, a soft one. But long enough to hold you there stuck on his lips. When the two you broke, your smile was full there though your voice still was laced with teases, “Fine,” You said, “But I want to watch a movie,” 

There were a few seconds of buffering while Vox took in your answer. A large grin took up his whole face as he let out a laugh and spun you around on the spot, “Thank you!” You didn’t normally hear those words coming from Vox, so it had a nice ring to hear him say it. 

He set you down, planting kisses all over your face but not letting you out of his grasp just yet, “Go down stairs and pick something to watch,” He hummed with joy, “I’ll order us something to eat,” He added, still giving a plethora of kisses between words. You giggled and laughed and bubbled out chirps of joy as he spoiled you with affection. He was utterly perfect, and too lovely for you by every degree. You nodded your head and made sure to run off as fast as you could because now you didn’t want to spend another second away from him.

[ge-nde-rr-env-y]

i played owen carvour in a production of spies in sydney, and tcb i have a confession i added a line. in the man behind the curtain reveal, owen says "if it hadn't been for my spot on aim and interest in foreign policy, i might have been an actor." i had about a month between application and audition and i was sitting on the first paragraph for so long and i got a bit bored. so i added "and you know, being blackmailed by the english" to that list. it added this manic, pained spark to the moment. fuel for the fire.

i dont know what joey thinks about owens history, but i gave him a timeline. born 1926 (nov 14th. scorpio bitch.), his fine family home destroyed in the Blitz, he enlists for some income (and maybe to escape home) at 17 in 1943, too young, but he's slick and clever enough to pass as an adult. 1945, right before the end of the war, he sees something he shouldnt have. the higher ups in a below the table deal that could ruin a lot of rich and powerful peoples lives if it reaches the wrong hands. owen carvours hands were the wrong hands. but he's a remarkable soldier, he's quick, he's a master tactician, and he's Good At Lying. hes useful. so instead of taking him out. someone says "hey kid. howd you like to be a secret agent. -also if you say no you'll die-" no choice. he'll continue to live at the behest of a governments will.

he doesnt Like being a spy, but its not the worst thing in the world. he likes the more decadent aspects, certainly, and deception not only comes naturally, but brings a sort of thrill.

he doesn't like being a spy until he meets curt mega. this part of his history is a bit blurry, but i imagine them meeting sometime near 1952 (because of the song Video Killed The Radio Star), surely on the job somewhere. curt makes spying fun. and curt is the first real thing owen has had reliably since 1943. he doesnt change, hes delightfully predictable, and despite him appearing somewhat less intelligent than owen, he has this knack for seeing straight through to owens heart. curt is daring, where owen might be intially more cautious. curt has the guts to get the two of them *into* situations, where owen has the tactician skill to get them *out*.

i think owen got comfortable. tragically, the two of them were so in sync, so reliant on each other, that he didnt see the fall coming at all.

it wasnt the fall that hurt. it was watching curt walk away. he'd always thought that if this were to happen, theyd go down together.

CHIMERA found him in the rubble, a boy who'd always been controlled, who'd never really got a chance to live a life of his own, and saw a man who was easy both to manipulate, and to empower.

they weren't aggressive about their agenda because they knew what would happen. the founder/ceo (a man i have decided is named Thomas) simply let owen recover in their facilities and let him free when he was able to leave, with an explanation of their plan, and an offer of further help should he require it.

owen broke within a month. a string of killings across europe simply attributed to an individual named The Deadliest Man Alive. CHIMERA drags owen back by the scruff of his neck.

"what the hell do you think you're doing."

"what? who are they going to arrest? owen carvours fucking dead."

its very important to me that owen wasnt brainwashed by CHIMERA. every choice has to come from him because the catharsis of him fully believing in the ideology he carries out with his chest for the first time is just delicious.

he doesnt. hate curt. i dont think. he loves curt, and he hates the institution of Espionage that forced them into this. but ultimately, that institution is so driven into curt that owen cant get what he really wants, which is to break curt out of that and have him all to himself. coldest goodbye reprise is a moment of sorrowful acceptance for both of them. owen understands that curt is always going to be a spy, no matter what, and giving up on the fantasy he had.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

"Well! This Is Just Like Old Times, Now, Isn't It?"

Laertes stands up off the worktable. It won't be. It will be different this time. He'll make it that way.

"Feeling nostalgic?" That's right, stay angry, stay on his guard. She's learned a lot from her brothers and father. The second they stop biting back, let their spark die, they lose.

"Not Really! This Is Far More Interesting! I Wish You'd Done This Before!" Nikola turns to a drawer, rummaging through the contents. She doesn't know exactly what she's going to do yet, but that's half the fun! An effect, is what she wants. Something new.

Laertes scoffs and desperately tries to ignore the way she feels something in her puncture at those words.

"Sorry for being bad entertainment." If he pumps his voice with enough sarcasm, it will sound like he doesn't mean it.

"That's Alright! You've More Than Made Up For It With This!" No, no, no, no, he doesn't want that godawful hope there- "How Did You Manage To Stay Out Of Our Reach? We Worked Very Hard To Find You, You Know!"

They pause at their pacing, like a nervous dog's movement before a storm. He's twenty six, around his brother's age. The age he'd been in the hospital with Marc. The age of someone bigger and less afraid than they are.

"I'm a magic quilt."

Nikola tilts her head. "I Think You Mean A Doll!"

Laertes feels the sudden and violent flash of a blank canvas through her head, before letting it pass on with the wind.

"No. I didn't."

She turns again to watch him, painted face alight with curiosity and confusion alike. When had it learned to stand its ground?

Instinctually, he sits back down on the table.

"You Really Have Changed Quite A Lot! I Didn't Know You Could Do That!"

"You didn't know a lot of things." Laertes spits out, unadulterated spite tempered only by a little sadness. She didn't know the dance, and she didn't know him. She'd never even wanted to, had she?

"Well, That Is Rather The Point!" Nikola giggles, which was never the point at all. "Where Did You Get That Skin, By The Way? It's Rather Nice Quality! I Guess You Did Pay Attention To Our Lesson! And Here I Thought You'd Hidden Yourself Away For It!"

He had hidden himself away, and this isn't real skin at all. But Laertes stands firmer ground in deflection and obfuscation, so he grins wide with a mouth full of teeth and old, wrathful desperation.

"Was That A Question, Nikola?"

Hmm. This trick is getting old. Is the room starting to smell like smoke?

She bridges the gap, cupping his cheek in a gentle plastic hand. "Nikola? Why, I Thought You Called Me Momma, Poppet!"

The effect is instantaneous. A wide-eyed twelve year old stares back at her, broken eyes an anguished tug-of-war.

Does she want it to call her that?

Laertes panics, trying to wrestle himself free. Nikola smiles wide at the odd affair. "Fascinating!" She pulls her hand back, and they slump, like she'd somehow taken all the energy out of them with that simple motion. At this rate, he isn't going to get out of here as himself.

As if she ever could have.

"Fuck you." He mumbles, one last defiant swing. "Touch me again, and I'll- I'll bite."

Nikola pokes a broken eye, nearly cutting herself on it. Huh. She'll need to find more durable buttons than these last ones.

"Ah-Ah-Ah! I Could Just Get Your 'Friend' Back Here, Couldn't I? Ooh! Or One Of Those People Convinced You're Their Brother! Very Clever Act, By The Way! You're Smarter Than I Gave You Credit for! Now, I like Jack, So Not Him! But He Had An Older Brother Too! Jude, Right? I'll Just Bring Him In Here! Wouldn't That Be Lovely?"

Fuck. That can't happen to him. It can't. Not like Ellery. They- They wouldn't be able to-

"Cat Got Your Tongue? Shame! And Here I Thought I Would Be The One To Cut It Off, Ha Ha!" She finally finds the tools she wants. His eyes lock on them and don't let go.

There's no point talking to her. S h e p r o b a b l y w o u l d n ' t l i k e t h a t , a n y w a y .

No. She would. And they won't give her the satisfaction.

Nikola frowns after a moment. Well, that's not so interesting. But this steely resolve is still more than the hollowness she's seen so much of. It makes her want to find out what will happen if she takes the step and starts cutting.

She takes her position, seam ripper held delicately as a flower and precisely as a scalpel. Laertes stares back silently, the both of them focused so intently on what comes next.

Time to see what it takes for this one to break.

[hallmarknostalgia]

What’s one of the first things that comes to mind when you think of Hallmark? Why, romance of course! The Hallmark Channel has cornered the market on happy endings, and some of our all-time favorite swoon-worthy films have hailed from the famed network. While it was nearly impossible to narrow this list down to only a few favorites, we did our best to keep in mind both the new hits, as well as the classics! Take a look at these 15 Hallmark romance movies for the next time you’re in the mood for that warm and fuzzy feeling.

15. Perfect Match (2015)

Starring Danica McKellar and Paul Greene, this Hallmark romance movie centers around an engaged couple who are finding it impossible to agree on anything when it comes to planning their wedding. So the mother-of-the-groom hires both a wedding planner and event planner to remedy the situation and take some of the pressure off the married couple to-be. The only problem is both planners couldn’t be more different — check out Perfect Match and see just how these two opposites might attract.

14. Royal Matchmaker (2018)

Bethany Joy Lenz stars as a matchmaker named Kate in this very royal romance, alongside hunky Brit Will Kemp. When she gets hired by a king to find a companion for his son in time for a major celebration, what she doesn’t expect is to fall for him herself, making things far more complicated than she anticipated.

13. Playing Cupid (2021)

A clever student attempts to set up her father with her middle school teacher as she starts a match-making business as a school project for one of her classes. This modern re-telling of Jane Austen’s Emma stars Nicholas Gonzalez and Laura Vandervoort.

12. Autumn Dreams (2015)

A teenage couple from Iowa (played by Colin Egglesfield and Jill Wagner) has dreams of escaping their small town and moving to the big city. The two elope before making their dreams a reality, but things come crashing down when the parents of Annie have their marriage annulled. Flash forward 15 years, both of them have gone their separate ways and are engaged to new people. However, it’s eventually discovered that the annulment was never finalized and they must reunite to tie off these loose ends — but being back together brings up more old feelings than they anticipated.

11. Unleashing Mr. Darcy (2016)

Elizabeth gets the opportunity to show her dog in a fancy New York City dog show, but finds herself clashing with Donovan Darcy, one of the judges of the competition. Sparks eventually fly between the two in this modern re-telling of Pride & Prejudice. Starring Cindy Busby and Ryan Paevey.

10. Sweet Autumn (2020)

Maggie and maple farmer Dex are confused as to why Maggie’s Aunt Dee left her candy shop split between the two of them in the wake of her passing. Through a series of letters, the duo attempts to uncover her reasoning during the Sweet Autumn Festival. Starring Andrew Walker and Nikki DeLoach.

9. It Was Always You (2021)

The brother of Elizabeth’s fiancee returns home, and his free-spirited nature makes her question the decision she’s made about her life. Starring When Calls the Heart’s Erin Krakow and Tyler Hynes.

(Read about some of our favorite Tyler Hynes movies here!)

8. Dater’s Handbook (2016)

Meghan Markle stars as Cassandra Barber, an unlucky-in-love type of woman, who turns to relationship expert Dr. Susie and her newest self-help book, The Dater’s Handbook, to evaluate her future potential suitors. With that, Cassandra finds herself torn between two different guys — the reliable George or the fun and playful Robert played by Kristoffer Polaha and Jonathan Scarfe.

7. The Beach House (2018)

Cara returns to her scenic hometown after losing her job in Chicago. It’s there where she finds inner peace taking care of the wildlife, fixing up her family’s beach house and reconnecting with an old love. Starring Minka Kelly and Chad Michael Murray.

6. My Secret Valentine (2018)

In one of the most beloved Hallmark romance movies, Chloe learns that her father has plans to sell their family’s winery, and finds herself seeking advice from her mysterious rental tenant through a series of chalkboard notes in passing. As time goes on, Chloe learns that the mysterious man she’s been writing back and forth with is someone she never expected. Starring Lacey Chabert and Andrew Walker.

5. The Lost Valentine (2011)

Betty White plays Caroline, a woman whose husband was declared missing in action during WWII and never returned home. Every year, she honors her husband’s memory by returning to Union Station where she first said goodbye to him. Jennifer Love Hewitt plays a journalist looking into the disappearance of Caroline’s husband 65 years prior, and with the help of Caroline’s grandson, played by Sean Faris, Caroline opens up. Meanwhile, sparks start flying between the young pair.

4. The Wedding Veil (2022)

Lacey Chabert stars as a museum curator who must work together with Peter, a new board member, to discover the origins of newly discovered long-lost pieces of art and plan a gala for the unveiling of a long-lost painting. Kevin McGarry stars alongside Chabert.

3. Love, Romance and Chocolate (2019)

Lacey Chabert once again stars as a woman reeling from the breakup between she and her boyfriend ahead of the Valentine’s Day trip they had planned to Belgium. Deciding to go foward with the trip anyway, it’s there where she meets chocolatier Luc Simon (Will Kemp) — and the relationship between the two grows to be sweeter than chocolate.

2. A Country Wedding (2015)

The runner up in our list of Hallmark romance movies is about a famous country singer has big plans to marry a famous Hollywood actress, but when he returns home to his humble roots and is reunited with his childhood sweetheart, he finds himself questioning his plans for the future — and who is going to be apart of them. Starring Jesse Metcalfe and Autumn Reeser.

1. The Magic of Ordinary Days (2005)

Kerri Russell plays a woman pregnant out of wedlock, who gets married off by her father to a farmer played by Skeet Ulrich. Although an older Hallmark production, it’s one of their most beloved films to date and a top favorite in this list of Hallmark romance movies!

[ecargmura]

Pokemon Horizons Episode 50 Review - Dazzle, Go Viral, And Shine

Congratulations to Horizons for reaching its 50th episode! It’s a milestone and such is celebrated with probably one of the best battle episodes the show has to offer. I’m amazed that Horizons always manages to outdo themselves whenever it comes to creating an amazing episode. It feels like the previous ones will always get one-upped by newer ones and this is no exception. I found Episode 45 to be great but now Episode 50 is even greater.

It’s Dot’s battle with Iono at long last. This was a rather anticipated battle given the connection these two have as streamers and friends. It was intense too! Dot is definitely the best battler of the three kids and she put up an amazing fight. The way she cleverly used Quaxly’s speed and movement to get an advantage despite having a type disadvantage was so cool to see. Iono is no slouch in battle either. She was always a bit of a tricky fight in the games. Just be glad she didn’t bring out her Mismagius for this fight. The way Iono fought was as clever as Dot in a way. She tricks Dot into believing she’d use Spark, but actually uses Discharge. The way she makes Bellibolt use Slack Off was a key factor on her win as Bellibolt healed while Quaxly wasn’t. To be honest, I thought Quaxly was going to evolve in this episode, but he learned Liquidation instead. I think that’s a fair trade off. While Dot did lose, I think it was handled well as losing or winning doesn’t matter in this course as long as the Gym Leader acknowledges your effort. This loss is also development for Dot as she learns to let loose and have fun as she’s always been a bit serious when it came to battling, which Quaxly teaches her in this episode. My favorite part of the episode was her terastalizing when the power was out.

Clavell shows up in Levincia City as sort of an homage to the Gym Challenge in the games which he is a part of. Instead of playing Where’s Waldo with the principal, he shows up with a running gag of giving out extremely long and time-consuming lectures. When Roy tells Clavell that Dot’s battle was in process, he, Liko and Clavell start running. Clavell’s running pose is the exact same from the game and it’s hilarious how much they put so much detail into this. I love that each of the kids fall victim to his lecture.

The Rising Volt Tacklers play support for Dot as Murdock goes all out for being her biggest fan. They watch the show in their hotel room as it’s streamed live. Liko and Roy are her biggest supporters too. Just to see Dot being loved by everyone when she’s not confident herself really makes me smile. She’s really coming out of her shell.

Now that all three of the kids passed their Basics Course, I do wonder what is in store of them later on. For now, they’re taking a bit of a break as they’re going to focus on their reports for Jacq. I honestly can’t wait to see the next stage in the Terastal Course. What about you?

[amazingteamnames]

Catchy Fishing Team Names: 110+ Funny, Cool, and Unique Ideas for Your Next US Tournament

https://amazingteamnames.com/?p=2494 Catchy Fishing Team Names: 110+ Funny, Cool, and Unique Ideas for Your Next US Tournament Choosing the perfect fishing team name isn’t just about a catchy phrase—it’s about making a statement every time we hit the water. The right name sets us apart from the crowd and gives our crew a sense of identity and pride. Whether we’re competing in tournaments or just out for a weekend adventure, a memorable team name brings us together and sparks friendly rivalry. We all know the thrill of reeling in a big catch, but imagine the bragging rights when our team name gets called out as the day’s winners. It’s more than just fun—it’s the first step in building our fishing legacy. Let’s find a name that hooks attention and keeps us top of mind on and off the water. Table of Contents Toggle Exploring the Importance of Creative Fishing Team NamesChoosing Funny Fishing Team Names for Laughter on the WaterPopular Puns and Playful WordplayLighthearted Names for Friendly RivalriesSelecting Cool and Catchy Fishing Team NamesNames That Highlight Skill and SwaggerTrendy and Modern Team Name IdeasEmbracing Classic and Traditional Fishing Team NamesNostalgic Names Rooted in Fishing HeritageTime-Honored Names Passed Down Through GenerationsIncorporating Location-Based Fishing Team NamesUsing Local Lakes, Rivers, and Regions for InspirationState and City-Themed Team NamesCreating Themed Fishing Team Names for Special EventsTournament and Charity Event Team Name IdeasSeasonal and Holiday-Themed Fishing Team NamesCustomizing Unique Fishing Team Names With Personal TouchesBlending Member Names or NicknamesIntegrating Inside Jokes or Team TraditionsTips for Brainstorming the Perfect Fishing Team NameCollaborating With Team MembersChecking Availability and OriginalityConclusionFrequently Asked QuestionsWhy is choosing a great fishing team name important?How does a unique team name help in fishing tournaments?Should our fishing team use a funny or serious name?Can a fishing team name attract sponsors?How can we make our team name stand out?Are location-based fishing team names a good idea?What are some examples of catchy fishing team names?Can incorporating team traditions or jokes into the name be effective?How do we brainstorm the perfect fishing team name?Do traditional fishing team names still work today? Exploring the Importance of Creative Fishing Team Names Picking a creative fishing team name lets us showcase our unique team personality. Whenever we join a tournament, our name instantly sets us apart and sparks curiosity from other teams. Standing out helps us grab attention, whether it’s from judges, sponsors, or fans looking to follow the action. Choosing a witty or memorable name also builds unity among teammates. We feel connected every time we wear our shirts or hear our name called at weigh-ins. Group identity grows stronger as each member takes pride in being part of something special. Seeing our team name on a leaderboard or in a results announcement adds extra motivation. We love knowing everyone’s talking about us, especially when a name helps create lasting bragging rights. Building that legacy means our team’s reputation lasts long after the lines are reeled in. Rallying support becomes easier with a clever identity. People remember teams with a fun or striking name, so we find it easier to attract sponsors or gather a cheering crowd. The right name creates a lasting impression, and that’s how we make our mark—on and off the water. Choosing Funny Fishing Team Names for Laughter on the Water When it’s time to fish for laughs, nothing beats a funny team name. We all want our group to bring some smiles and set the tone for good times—whether we’re out for trophies or just sharing stories by the shore. Popular Puns and Playful Wordplay We can’t resist names that play with words. “The Reel Deal” always hooks a chuckle from the crowd the second it’s announced. Some teams lean into clever puns with names like “Hooked on Phonics” or “Fish N’ Chicks,” making every weigh-in a highlight. Others love the subtle nods to popular phrases—”The Catch-22s” and “The Bait and Switch” are both crowd favorites. Catching attention is easy when we go with something like “Bass Assassins” or let loose with “The Smokin’ Trollers.” Each pick turns up the fun and helps everyone remember us long after the fish stories end. Lighthearted Names for Friendly Rivalries Nothing fuels friendly competition like a team name that’s bold and spirited. By calling ourselves “Reel Warriors,” we set the stakes and share a wink with rivals. Names such as “Tide Titans” and “Aqua Avengers” bring a sense of camaraderie and sportsmanship that keeps the mood upbeat. Switching it up with titles like “Rod Rulers” or “Hook Hunters” underlines our confidence and tempts a bit of friendly banter between teams. Letting loose with “Sea Kings” or “Cast Crew” turns the tournament into a celebration, keeping every matchup memorable and lighthearted—for both us and our rivals. Selecting Cool and Catchy Fishing Team Names Picking the right team name makes every fishing trip and tournament more memorable. Let’s immerse and explore team names that really stand out in the fishing industry. Names That Highlight Skill and Swagger Skillful fishing teams love showing off confidence in their names. We might choose something like Bait Masters or Fishhook Finishers because these instantly highlight expertise. The name Ripper Rods works perfectly for teams that want to sound bold and action-packed. We find that names like Lunker Legends or Trophy Trackers fit groups who always aim for big catches. The Reel Rockstars brings some swagger, while Marlin Mavericks channels a bit of fearless attitude. Take inspiration from names such as Cast Iron Crew, The Whisker Warriors, and The Rig Runners if you want your team’s skill and confidence to shine before you even hit the water. Trendy and Modern Team Name Ideas Modern teams can opt for names that catch attention and reflect a cool vibe. Our group could become Aqua Nomads, a nod to adventurous spirits who fish anywhere. Unique names like Deep Dive Devils or Stream Surfers sound energetic and trendy. We often see teams choose Tide Trailblazers or Stream Stealths to stand out at tournaments. Cool Water Cavaliers or Glacier Gaffers add a fresh, icy feel for anglers who love fishing in cold waters. If you’re looking for something sleek, Streamline Strikers, Arctic Anglers, or River Renegades really pop. Finally, we can’t forget Mystic Marlin, which adds a touch of intrigue and mystery for any group ready to leave a memorable mark. Embracing Classic and Traditional Fishing Team Names Some team names just feel like they belong on the water. We see classic fishing team names last for decades because they’re rooted in the skills and stories passed down between generations of anglers. Let’s take a closer look at the options that carry that deep sense of tradition. Nostalgic Names Rooted in Fishing Heritage “Hooked Heroes” instantly brings images of old-school anglers braving the elements, showing bravery and finesse. We favor names like “Angler Aces” when we want others to recognize our team’s expertise—these words have stood the test of time. “Reel Masters” tells everyone we handle the basics with confidence, while “Bait Masters” tips its hat to those who know the secrets of live bait and hand-tied lures. “Line Leaders” gives a nod to the days when line choice and handling meant the difference between a big catch and the one that got away. Tradition comes alive with “Net Kings,” a name that evokes the artistry of casting and hauling nets on rivers and lakes. “Castaway Champions” stirs nostalgia, letting us relive memories of friendly competitions and timeless summer adventures on the water. Choosing “Lure Legends” highlights a legacy of trusted tackle boxes and legendary catches, proving our team honors everything that came before us. Time-Honored Names Passed Down Through Generations Many of us grew up hearing legendary fishing tales, and names like “Fish Whisperers” carry that heirloom spirit. This title suggests we have a unique connection with the water, one that’s been fostered by family and friends over countless seasons. “River Rangers” sounds like the group you’d expect to see handling early morning mists along winding streams, carrying on a classic fishing tradition. If we choose “Tackle Titans,” we’re putting emphasis on strength and the time-tested skills needed to outmatch big fish. We see “Tide Turners” as a tribute to generations that mastered reading water and weather while waiting patiently for the perfect catch. Using these names allows us to proudly display our connection to fishing’s past, reminding others that we honor every lesson handed down from one angler to the next. Incorporating Location-Based Fishing Team Names Choosing location-based names for our fishing team gives us that personal connection to our favorite waters and showcases our regional pride. Drawing inspiration from where we cast our lines helps make our team stand out and feel right at home on any leaderboard. Using Local Lakes, Rivers, and Regions for Inspiration Naming our team after local lakes or rivers tells everyone exactly where our fishing roots are planted. We might call ourselves Lake Magnets when fishing Lake Michigan or even Lake Tahoe. Others go for River Rangers to represent famous waterways like the Mississippi or Colorado River. Some of us join regional groups, adopting names such as Great Lakes Anglers or Tennessee Trollers if our stomping grounds are well-known. It’s common to see teams proudly call themselves Mississippi Mudcats when the Mississippi River is their go-to fishing spot. Teams wanting a broader regional nod go for names like Appalachian Angling Aces or Pacific Northwest Pike Prowlers to instantly evoke the atmosphere and species of their area. State and City-Themed Team Names Highlighting our state or city in the team name shouts local loyalty while creating a unique brand for tournament play. Teams from Texas might select Texas Tackle Titans, grabbing attention whenever that team list pops up. Competing in Florida, we might rally behind the banner of Florida Fish Fellas. California groups love being the California Cast Kings while Alaskans claim their space with Alaska Angler Alphas. Those of us fishing in cities can choose names like Chicago Catch Commanders for instant recognition, or Seattle Sea Stallions for a local twist with West Coast appeal. Whether we’re in the heart of Miami as the Miami Marlin Masters or casting lines in Denver as Denver Deep Divers, our location shines through in every tournament update. For those of us who like adding a bit of flair, combining activity and region results in names like Lake Erie Lure Lords or Colorado River Castaways, making sure we’re never just another team—they know exactly where we’re from and how much we love our home waters. Creating Themed Fishing Team Names for Special Events Sometimes we want our fishing team name to perfectly fit the vibe of tournaments, charity events, or holiday celebrations. Choosing a theme-based name makes it easier for our group to stand out while showing off our spirit at any special event. Tournament and Charity Event Team Name Ideas When we enter tournaments or join charity events, a name with competitive flair sets our team apart. Names like Tournament Trawlers and Championship Casters immediately show judges and fans we’re here to perform at a high level. We often see teams call themselves Elite Anglers or Bass Bashers to emphasize skill and target species. Using titles like Trophy Seekers or Lunker Hunters, our team highlights a shared goal to win big catches. When we’re feeling bold, names such as Angler Assassins or Tournament Titans really showcase confidence, while options like Derby Dominators and Champion Chasers work great for events where reputation matters. For those of us wanting something more supportive or cause-driven, Hooked on Hope and Cast for a Cure immediately express our charitable spirit, and names like Fish for a Cause or Lure for Life draw attention to our commitment to giving back. These names bring a sense of unity and raise energy—a win for us and everyone cheering from the shoreline. Seasonal and Holiday-Themed Fishing Team Names Changing our name based on the season or upcoming holiday brings even more excitement. If we’re fishing in the summer, Summer Slam Squad sounds lively and festive. During fall, choosing Fall Fishing Fanatics highlights our love for the autumn bite. For icy outings, we might rally as the Winter Wonderland Anglers. Spring brings out the Spring Fling Fishers in us—enthusiastic and ready for renewed action. Special holidays call for extra creativity: Halloween Hookers always draws laughs during spooky season, while Christmas Catchers makes winter events feel merry and bright. The start of a new year inspires us to become New Year’s Netters, and for family-focused fall fishing, Thanksgiving Trollers let us celebrate togetherness on and off the water. These themed names help every season and special event feel distinct, captivating everyone involved and making memories that last long after the final cast. Customizing Unique Fishing Team Names With Personal Touches Injecting our personalities into team names makes our crew stand out from the pack. Let’s explore simple approaches to create fishing team names that feel like they were made just for us. Blending Member Names or Nicknames We love mixing in our names or nicknames for a personal twist. For example, adding “John’s Reel Crew,” “Mike’s Fishing Mavericks,” or “Sarah’s Hooked Heroes” lets members see themselves right in the team identity. Sometimes we combine initials or name fragments, ending up with gems like “JM’s Angler Aces” or “SMS Fishing Squad.” These combinations keep everyone involved and build instant connection every time we suit up for a tournament. Integrating Inside Jokes or Team Traditions Nothing beats using our inside jokes or traditions to get everyone smiling. Sometimes we name ourselves after our funniest mishaps on the water—“The Grim Reefers” makes us all laugh every time it’s announced. Other times, we immortalize a family-favorite fishing hole by becoming the “Lake Magnets” or “River Rangers,” tying our team spirit to places we cherish. Plenty of us create names like “Bait Blitzers” or “Cast ‘n’ Crew,” using our quirky habits or rituals as inspiration. Every name tells a story, sparking memories and cementing our unique bond both on and off the docks. Tips for Brainstorming the Perfect Fishing Team Name Let’s unlock the perfect name for our fishing crew by making the process fun and imagination-driven. Focusing on team identity and local pride can really set our team ahead in tournaments and community events alike. Collaborating With Team Members We always get the best results when everyone joins the conversation. Sitting down together for a brainstorming session helps each of us bring new ideas to the table, which sparks creativity no one could come up with solo. Sometimes, mashing up our personalities, favorite fishing spots, or inside jokes leads to names that genuinely fit us—like “Fish Whisperers” if humor is our thing, or “Stream Strikers” for that bold team energy. Each voice gives us a chance to reflect the team’s vibe, making sure everyone’s on board and proud to cheer on the name we choose. Checking Availability and Originality Nothing ruins the excitement faster than realizing someone else already grabbed our brilliant name. It pays to do a quick search—online, on local tournament pages, or even on social media—to ensure names like “River Rangers” or “Aqua Aces” aren’t taken nearby. We can add a personal twist by weaving in our favorite river, lake, or region, which gives the name both uniqueness and local flair. Picking a name that’s original and connected to our stomping grounds, like “River Royalty” or “Tide Turners,” makes sure we stand out and keep confusion at bay with other teams. Conclusion Choosing the right fishing team name is more than just a fun task—it’s a chance to express our team’s spirit and stand out in the fishing community. Whether we go for something clever, classic, or completely unique, the perfect name can inspire pride and unity among our crew. Let’s take our time to brainstorm and find a name that truly represents who we are and what we love about fishing. With the right name, we’re not just another team on the water—we’re a memorable force ready to make waves at every tournament. Frequently Asked Questions Why is choosing a great fishing team name important? A great fishing team name does more than just sound catchy; it builds team identity, fosters unity, and sets your group apart in tournaments. A memorable name creates pride, motivates team members, and can attract sponsors and fans, helping you build a lasting reputation in the fishing community. How does a unique team name help in fishing tournaments? A unique name grabs attention, piques curiosity from judges and sponsors, and makes your team easily recognizable. It can boost morale, create a sense of belonging, and even give your team an edge in building a strong, memorable presence at events. Should our fishing team use a funny or serious name? It depends on your team’s personality and goals. Funny names add fun, create camaraderie, and spark friendly rivalries, while serious or classic names often convey skill and legacy. Choose what suits your team’s spirit and how you want to be remembered. Can a fishing team name attract sponsors? Yes, a catchy or creative fishing team name can attract sponsors. Sponsors often look for teams with strong identities and memorable brands, as these generate fan interest and boost promotional opportunities for their products. How can we make our team name stand out? Use puns, wordplay, or references to your location, skills, or team members’ personalities. Brainstorm with your team, aim for originality, and check if the name is available and unique within your local area or tournament scene. Are location-based fishing team names a good idea? Absolutely! Location-based names highlight regional pride and showcase your connection to favorite waters. They help create a distinct identity and make your team more memorable during tournaments, especially at local or regional events. What are some examples of catchy fishing team names? Catchy fishing team names include “The Reel Deal,” “Bait Masters,” “Aqua Nomads,” and “Fish Whisperers.” These names are memorable, creative, and help your team stand out in the fishing community. Can incorporating team traditions or jokes into the name be effective? Yes, using inside jokes, nicknames, or traditions can make your team name more personal and meaningful. It boosts team spirit, creates lasting memories, and adds a layer of uniqueness to your identity. How do we brainstorm the perfect fishing team name? Collaborate as a group, list out ideas that reflect your team’s vibe, and use creative wordplay or local references. Consider everyone’s input, ensure the name is unique, and choose something that resonates with your whole team. Do traditional fishing team names still work today? Yes, classic names rooted in fishing heritage, like “Hooked Heroes” or “Angler Aces,” are timeless. They convey legacy, honor fishing traditions, and are respected by many within the fishing community. https://amazingteamnames.com/?p=2494 Amazing Team Names

[fadebolt]

For me, this is a "yes, but did not finish it" in technicality. I basically cheated on the riddle, and just looked up the answer. (I'm not really into that stuff, even if this particular one was pretty good and clever. Still would have preferred it if they didn't use "desert" to describe Metropolis, even if it's technically correct. The chant=type thing is also something I felt a tad iffy about. But these are probably just me.) Then I proceeded to go into the thing fully blind, without any prior knowledge on what to expect. I played for about and hour or two, seeing bits of what the campaign has to offer, before concluding that this thing was probably not meant to be beaten. So I left, and never turned back (except to get a couple screenshots of some Farm Arrays rooms once, with the help of cheats).

Then I proceeded to look up a bunch more stuff about Inv's campaign, here and there. Some of it made me very glad that I never tried picking it up again. And weirdly enough, some of it has actually kind of sparked my interest to maybe have another go at it.

With the latter, I'm specifically referring to a pretty awesome guide that I saw, as well as the recountings of people who did beat the campaign legitimately. (I especially remember Northflowo speaking about it quite positively, multiple times) The way certain people described the campaign has actually made it sound kind of… fun? Like, you have those cool new exploding Slugpups! You get a lot of time on every cycle (thanks to the 100% shelter failure chance)! You have a couple regions with modifications that are actually quite awesome (those being Sky Islands and Five Pebbles)! And it's incredibly important to properly use and manage every tool you have at your disposal! (This one point being more of a personal thing, as I always wanted Rain World to be more centered around item and food management, but in most campaigns, that aspect of the game ends up becoming much more of an afterthought - due to the great combat and/or mobility skills you get on campaigns that actually have tough spawns) And you even get to ascend without karma 10, due to your ability to blow up the Guardians! So, what's not to like?

The only reason why I didn't attempt a full run on Inv yet, is due to how in this game, you die to everything instantly, or in one hit. I like these kinds of dumb 'challenge mods' much more, when there's a bit more ebb and flow to it. When you can afford to take a couple hits, and do a couple missteps, and still potentially turn things around. But here… if a Centipede grabs and zaps you, you instantly die. If a Red Lizard gets to you, you instantly die. If you fall down a botomless pit, you instantly die. If you touch a Proto-DLL, you instantly die. And so on and so forth. Not to mention, I'm not very good at vast majority of the important movement tech options in this game, and most of the people who finished Inv, have said that it's very important to get a good grasp on that stuff, before attempting a playthrough.

Difficulty in gaming is something do tend to appreciate. And in fact, I'd actually very much enjoy playing 'Inv-like' PvE mods in many different kinds of games, such as Plants vs Zombies 1 & 2, Heroes 3, DotA 2, or Warcraft 3. (And what do ya know, I did play through a big chunk of the 'Wayfarer' map in HoMM3... would not recommend that to anyone) But here? Yeah, I'd rather pass. Even if there's a good number of you madlads, who have actually completed this… thing (with a few particular Inv players being especially nuts - like Squeekles completing the campaign, before Saint's… or Sorbet Cafe doing it on a freaking dance pad).

Have you played the inv campaign?

Yes, and beat it legitimately

Yes, and beat it with cheats

Yes, but did not finish it

NO

[everybodyshusband]

i fink little rain deserves to have a nice baff with one of the ghoulettes! washing his hair while he plays with his toys me thinks

i agree ! i think they absolutely deserve a nice, warm bath !! and, aah, i'm so glad you like the way i write little rain !! thank you both for the asks, lovely anons &lt;3

1.5k words of little!rain with caregiver!sunny and a nice bath under the cut :) oh ! and i've used they/them for rain in this one too :)

“Sun Sun, ‘m cold,” Rain whined, doing their best to paw at the ghoulette’s shirt from where they were curled up against her side, trying to get her attention.

Sunshine turned her attention away from the book she’d be reading aloud to them, looking down at Rain. “You’re cold, sweetness?”

Rain nodded up at her with big, wide eyes.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” She reached a hand down to stroke at his hair as she spoke. “How about I go grab another blanket for you, little minnow?”

Rain melted into her side at the affection, but shook their head. “Nuh uh. Blankets are no fun, Sun Sun!”

She chuckled at the earnestness in their voice. “That’s true, sweetness. Some blankets can be very boring.”

Rain nodded their agreement and scrunched up their face, no doubt thinking about all the boring, beige, standard-issue blankets littered around every room in the Ministry.

“What do you want to do to warm up then, minnow, if you don’t want another blanket?” She asked, still carding a hand through the water ghoul’s hair. Their purring kicked up in volume with every pass of her fingers against their scalp.

“We can… We can… Uhm…” Their eyebrows scrunched together as they did their best to think of something that would help them warm up. “Oh! Sun Sun!”

She waited for them to continue, but it soon became apparent they were waiting for her to join the discussion. She was tempted to leave them waiting for a moment longer—so cute they were when they bounced themselves in their anticipation—but one look at their excited face made the decision for her; they were so excited about their idea, she couldn’t keep them waiting any longer. “Yes, Rain?”

“We can have bath!” They sat up as they spoke, clapping their hands together in excitement. “Can play with bath toys, an’ you keep water warm!”

Sunny gasped. “That’s a great idea! Such a clever brain you’ve got in there, little minnow.” She took their face in her hands and pressed a kiss to their forehead, making Rain giggle.

“T’ank you, Sun Sun.” They giggled as Sunshine tapped their nose with her finger, crossing their eyes in a futile attempt to watch it happen. “Can we do bath now?”

She smiled, amused by their impatience. “Of course we can take your bath now.” She stood from the bed and held out her hand towards them. “Will you be okay walking, minnow? It’s not far, but it might be a bit hard if your legs are all wobbly.”

Rain shook their head. “‘M okay, Sun Sun. I am bit wob-elly, but I think I can do it.”

Sunshine sucked in a breath of air when Rain stood on shaky legs and had to reach her hand out to steady them, but once the two of them started making their way towards the bathroom, Rain seemed to gain more control over their legs. She walked with them slowly regardless, not wanting to risk them crashing to the ground and hurting themselves, especially not when they were like this.

As soon as they reached the bathroom, Sunshine busied herself in getting the water running and collected the basket of bath toys kept in the bottom drawer of the bathroom cupboard. She told Rain to take their pick of any of the toys, smiling as she heard splash after splash of toys being thrown into the bath. She didn’t bother waiting for the water to heat itself up, and instead chose to stick her hands in the bath and concentrate on bringing her warmth into her hands, heating the water with the small spark of fire she possessed.

“Once you’ve picked out your toys you can hop in, minnow,” she told them. “And since you’re still wearing your swimmers from earlier, you don’t have to get out of your clothes if you don’t want to.”

Rain dug around in the basket for a moment more before lifting their head up and grinning at Sunshine, holding out their hand to show her the last toy they had picked out, shivering slightly now they no longer had the blanket over them. “Gonna get in bath now. It is cold here.” They accepted the helping hand that Sunshine offered them and clambered awkwardly into the bath, chirping happily as the warm water made contact with their skin. “Nice an’ warm,” they sighed through the purr building in their chest. “No cold now.”

“Oh, I’m so glad, sweetheart.” Sunshine smiled as she took her hands out of the water, taking in the sight of the water ghoul in front of her. They’d started picking up and playing with their toys, making new, silly voices for each one as they made their toys talk with one another. Watching the water ghoul play was so entrancing that it felt like almost no time at all before Rain was pawing at her arm and complaining about the water getting cold. “Has it been that long already?”

Rain nodded and continued bapping her sleeve. “P’ease make water hot again, Sun Sun? ‘M getting cold,” they pouted, drawing their shoulders up in discomfort.

Sunshine smoothed her hands over their shoulders before sticking them back in the water with a gentle smile. “Relax, platy, I’ll take care of you.”

Rain tilted their head in confusion at the new affection. “Why you call me play-tea now?” They asked, curiously. “I thinked you call me minnow?”

“I do call you minnow, Rain,” she started, swirling her hands through the water to heat it up. Rain splashed his hands in and out of the bathwater, flicking water over her arm and watching gleefully as the droplets rain back down into the bath. “But, the platyfish is a little creature Mountain told me about today.” She laughed softly at the way Rain’s ears twitched up at the mention of Mountain, even as they continued to splash at Sunshine’s hand. “You like Mountain, don’t you, little one?”

“Uh huh. He says I am ‘llowed to play with the fishies in the pond!” They held up one of their fish toys for Sunshine to see. “Look! Fishy, like in pond!” They held it up in front of their face and bobbed it up and down in their air, making bubble noises and doing their best to make it look as if the toy was swimming through the air.

(It reminds Sunshine of earlier in the day, when Rain had clambered into Mountain’s koi pond and paddled amongst the fish, shouting excitedly at Sunshine about how cool the fish were. They’d occasionally crouched down and dipped their head under the surface—Sunshine thanked whoever had helped Rain into their clothes this morning for choosing to put them in swim trunks—while Mountain had stood next to the pond and talked with the fish, resurfacing to excitedly tell the earth ghoul about the lives of the fish in his pond. Rain had quickly grown tired of talking with the fish, and instead settled on sitting in the pond and watching them, meaning Mountain could stand away from the pond and keep Sunshine company for a while. It wasn’t as if Rain was in any real danger sticking their head underwater—they were a water ghoul after all, they had gills—but the rest of the ghouls preferred to supervise them regardless, just in case they regressed further and forgot how to use them. Once he was sure Rain was safe, Mountain had moved back to stand next to Sunshine, the two of them fawning over just how cute Rain was, as well as vowing to convince Copia to buy a small fish tank for the water ghoul’s room. Sunshine could already picture the little ghoul sitting in front of the tank for hours on end, entranced by the movement of their fish and gesturing for one of the ghouls to take a look whenever the fish did anything Rain deemed to be particularly exciting.)

“Well, Mountain told me about this very special fish who can live in cold water and warm water! They reminded me of you, little one. Because right now, you’re splashing around in the warm water just like that fish.”

“An’ that is why you call me ‘platy’?”

“Exactly! You’re very clever, Rain. That big brain of yours must be working itself tired!”

“Yeah… ‘m all s’eepy…” Their sentence trails off at the end as they go quiet, their eyes slipping closed with every other word they speak.

“Well,” she began. “How about you lie back and close your eyes for a bit while I wash your hair?”

Rain hummed, considering. “Can– Can I play toys too? If– If I want?”

“Oh, of course you can, sweetness!” She reassured them. “You just seemed to be a little sleepy, so I thought you might want to close your eyes for a bit, but if you want to play with your toys instead, then of course you can.”

Rain hummed again and made absolutely no move to play with their toys again; clearly they were more tired than they were letting on. “Maybe… Maybe I s’eep when you wash hair? Play toys is good, but I am s’eepy…”

Sunshine reached out to card a hand through Rain’s hair. “Hey, it’s okay, minnow. I’ll keep you nice and safe if you fall asleep, okay?”

They leaned into her touch and closed their eyes. “Sound... nice,” they whispered, already sounding as if they were nearing sleep. “You– You are safe to be with, Sun Sun. Gonna... Gonna keep me safe... an’ cosy…”

[lycanlovingvampyre]

What the Ghost? - The Devil’s Dance & Highgate Cemetery

So I have heard The Devil's Dance before, never listened to the Highgate Cemetery though. So these are my very first thoughts on that one.

The Devil's Dance

"We’ll be peering into the murky depths of history this week, unraveling the story of a deadly plague that spread terror across Europe for centuries." I mean, the title Devil's Dance says it all, but after just this sentence I knew it was the Dancing Plague.

How many puns and silly sound effects can you cram into a podcast? XDDD

"Being up close and personal with the supernatural all day can really wreak havoc with your nerves at night! That’s why I need the best possible mattress to help me drift off to sleep. Luckily, I have my Bedcetera mattress so I can rest in peace!" Ah yes, mattress sponsors in podcasting...

"But one of the strangest cases occurred in 1237 in a town called Erfurt, Germany. Records from the time say that, for one day, a hundred children started feverishly dancing, moving as one all the way to Arnstadt, over twelve miles away, before all collapsing of exhaustion, their feverish movements stopped as suddenly as they started. Though the facts about the children of Erfurt are hidden in the depths of history, their story lives on in the fearsome tale of the Pied Piper." This is apparently a very famous folktale even internationally. Wikipedia calls it a legend? I don't think that term fits. It's called "Sage" in German, which derives from the verb "sagen" - to speak, to say, to tell. Or "Gesagtes" - something that has been said or told. Like... tale! Folktale. In German, a legend (it's literally just "Legende") is distinct from a Sage or Märchen (fairytale), but still close. The English "Saga" also wouldn't fit, that sounds way too epic and heroic. But the German "Sage" does also have its origins in the Old High German term "Saga". Dug a bit into legend. That term comes from the Medieval Latin "legenda" which means "that, which is to read", or "to be read". So a legend got primarily passed down in written form, and Sagen in verbal form, therefore changing ever so slightly over the years. There is no English Wikipedia page for Sagen, it's a very regional label. Boy, that escalated quickly...

"What The Ghost? listeners get a month’s membership for free! No need for a code; (voice climbing higher) they already know who you are! (still at a markedly higher register) SparksFly: Privacy is just another word for loneliness?!" That's the Eye, right? Or is it Web? It's on the Web... But secrets (*cough* search history *cough*) revealed is usually Eye. And, the Eye is the... Fly in the Web! (I know, it's called sparks flying when two people are obviously attracted to each other. But I also want in on the pun fun!) Also this is sponsor section is glorios xD

"Historians, police officers, and city planners who exhume the bodies find them looking mutilated or mutated. Reports describe skeletons with too many bones, limbs that are too long, and joints that bend in a way that the best doctors claim they should not." A bit of Flesh? (too many bones) Or a bit of the Spiral (long limbs). There's certainly something Spiral-y to it.

Highgate Cemetery

Looked for pictures of the Highgate Cemetery on Google. It's beautiful!

"And remember, that those tombs that do lock, always do so from the outside." Yeah, I mean who's supposed to lock it from the inside? A vampire???

Ah, the names were changed. I mean it is very recent history, so super understandable. David Farrant got changed into Daniel Tarrant. And the original Sean Manchester got changed into Shane Sheffield. Very clever!

While we're at the Highgate Trivia, check this out: "The Highgate Vampire appears as a villain in the Dark Horse comics series Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season Nine. The Highgate Vampire is revealed to be, not a vampire, but an insectoid demon that feeds off its victims' emotional trauma." lol

"While Daniel claimed to have seen a tall man in a hat striding across the cemetery grounds" Oh god, I'm sitting alone in a wide open living room with big windows, it’s dark and my spouse already went to sleep... Okay... I am not my fear. The Hat Man is a very common image. People suffering from sleep paralysis might know about it or have actually seen it. I don't know why this certain hallucination is so wide-spread, and I don't wanna look it up right now, that shit gets me.

"Webly always knows what I want to do next. And the best part is, I never have to worry whether I can trust anything on the net because Webly tells me I can. Don't think, just webley.com! " Okay so this is very easy. Web.

"To get your first box for half price, just enter the code, MEATCUTE." Pffffffft, that after we just listened to Jon and Martin's meet-cute yesterday xD (also Flesh, of course. That is where Toby Carlisle from MAG 18 got his meat from!)

@a-mag-a-day

[riiseandfall]

kit young . genderfluid . he / they ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s OSMANTHUS , the TWENTY - EIGHT year old AVOX from DISTRICT ELEVEN . they’ve been in the capitol around NINE YEARS , long enough to gain a reputation for being so CLEVER & IMPATIENT . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character IS part of the uprising )

Basic Information

Full Name: Osmanthus Nicknames: Oz nobody calls them Osmanthus ugh Age: 28 District: Eleven Gender: Genderfluid Pronouns: He / they Orientation: Bisexual Profession: Harvester, Avox

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Kit Young Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Height: 6'1" Piercings: Pierced earlobes & upper lobes Scars: A scar on the right side of his lower stomach

Relationships

Father: Taurus (deceased) Mother: Evangeline Siblings: Rue (older sister - deceased) , four younger siblings (ages: 27, 25, 24, & 23) Significant Other: N/A

Extra

MBTI: ENFP-T (The Campaigner) Temperament: Sanguine Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Primary Vice: Pride Primary Virtue: Kindness Element: Air

BIO-[TW: MENTION OF DEATH AND TORTURE]

It's daunting, life in Eleven. As soon as the sun is up, those who are old enough are out working -- when it is the busiest season, they don't come home until long after the sun has set.

You're the second oldest in your family, bright-eyed and curious. Those long days never seem to get to you, full of all a child's wonder. It didn't matter that you were working, you were with family -- and Rue always helped keep things fun.

You run after her, always chasing, wanting to climb the tallest trees right there with her -- she helps teach you how, teaches you about the flowers that grow outside the fields (your favorite are blue stars). Teaches you about her 'special friends', how to signal and sing for them -- you find joy in the way they echo it right back to you. A secret way of passing messages, of signaling the end of the day.

Of alerting each other to peacekeepers at night when you both sneak out to the fields, smuggling as much extra crops as you can. There are too many mouths to feed back home and what the capitol provides isn't enough.

Maybe that's where your rebellious nature started.

Or maybe it is when your sister's name is chosen -- when she walks up to that stage and you want nothing more than to follow after her (always chasing), to beg anyone to take her place. But no one does. The district is quiet and your mother holds you back while your father stares at the stage with a steely expression -- (you've never seen him look like that before).

You never did want to watch the games -- but this year, your eyes never leave the screen. The capitol adores Rue, how could they not? You hope it will be enough, hope beyond hope that it can get her back home, back to where the two of you can sit among the high branches of a tree and listen to the mockingjays.

But it isn't enough. How could it be? That hope is dashed and shattered with the single throw of a spear. Your father has that look on his face again, your mother screams, the siblings who are old enough sob but you -- you feel an emotion in your chest you never felt before. Something that burns (it isn't fair, it isn't fair, it isn't FAIR), it feels like those words choke you as you hold them back.

You're far too young for the rage that flows through you.

The girl from District Twelve is there. The girl on fire. Does she know how much that song eases the pain in your heart? Does she know how much Rue would have loved the flowers she chose? Does she know how hand after hand raises in the crowd to mirror that gesture back to her? How it sparks and ignites something in those among the crowd.

Your father is the first to charge forward. His hand ripped from yours as your mother pulls you back, she tells you to help her get your siblings home.

Your father never comes home.

Things don't get better in Eleven when the dust settles. People rally when and where they can, your mother tries to shield you from it, guides your head away from those painted symbols, but you see them. It is like they're branded in your eyes.

A year passes and your mother is fussing over your outfit, you complain as all children do. But she says it's an important day. The Victory Tour. There are tears in her eyes already but she holds it together for you. And you hold it together for your siblings.

The projected image of Rue makes it difficult as you and your family takes your designated spots, your hand grips your mother's tightly. She's strong. You have to be strong too.

It is bizarre, to see them both in real life. They look taller than you would have thought. And even while Peeta offers a kindness of his own -- winnings for both families, Katniss just looks at your family as if she had seen a ghost.

There were some who said that what she did in the arena was a play -- a way to garner sympathy. But no one among your family. And when she steps forward to speak, to talk about your sister, you aren't strong enough to keep from crying. You know how she feels -- you see Rue in every mockingjay and every single blue star.

That symbol is raised, three fingers pressed to lips and held up. A spark.

You recognize the old man, have seen him in the fields. You're panicked when he's pulled forward, when the crowd turns violent the way it did a year ago, people rushing forward against peacekeepers who pushed back. Your mother holds your siblings tight and the victors are led away as a a gunshot rings in your ears and the old man slumps to the ground. There are two more shots, fired carelessly to get the crowd to more back -- so loud and resounding that you don't even notice that blooming pain in your side until it becomes unbearable. You heard your mother scream as you fall to the ground, feels tears that land on your cheeks before your fall unconscious.

You are only allowed a couple of weeks to heal before you are thrown back to work.

Of course those promised winnings were shut down, but even that one month that your family did receive went far. As the years pass, things continue to get worse in Eleven. Peacekeepers began to watch everyone more closely.

It just meant those who rebelled got sneakier -- more clever. You whistle new songs to the mockingjays now to avoid detection. You climb the highest trees and keep watch for those below. And when the sun sets and you whisper a song to those mockingjays (lay down your head and close your eyes--), you wonder if Rue would be proud of you.

When you're older, you spread the word -- you recruit, you listen and report back to District Thirteen.

They never catch you. You were quick on your feet and quiet, a shadow like your sister before you. But not everyone in Eleven wishes to rebel, all it took was one person -- one whisper in the right ear, a traitor -- to bring it all crashing down.

You escape the peacekeepers that descend on a once secret meeting, others aren't so lucky. But you know you can't stay. They know what you are now -- and you can't put your family at risk. Your mother is teary-eyed but strong, she provides you with a few extra supplies. She hugs you for as long as she can. You kiss your sibling's temples. A goodbye that doesn't last long enough before you slip away into the night, past the district's borders.

You don't make it far.

You run, but you aren't fast enough. You fight, but you aren't strong enough. And now? You're a rebel and a deserter.

You don't know how long they had you for -- how many days and nights were spent being questioned and subjected to pain after pain when your answers didn't satisfy -- and they rarely did.

They wanted names. You gave them nothing. They wanted to know locations, what the songs meant and you kept quiet. You would give them nothing.

It is quiet for a time, no more questions. You wonder if they are trying to lull you into a false sense of security when they send a doctor in to speak with you. To explain. They call you a dangerous insurgent -- as if you had ever wielded a weapon other than the truth -- other than your voice. But they would take that from you in the end.

Part of you wishes they had just killed you.

By the time the Capitol is done, you're close to broken -- shattered into so many pieces you fear that you will never put yourself back together. The assign you to the people of the Capitol -- a silent servant. An Avox.

But you have nothing but time. Time to gather those broken pieces and attempt to make them fit back together -- you're stubborn, clinging to blue stars and whistled songs to find your way back. It takes years, but you do it. District Eleven has taught you nothing if not diligence.

This year is different. You are pulled from the manor you were stationed at, placed into the Tribute Center -- assigned to the penthouse apartment for those from District Twelve.

This year is different. The rebels are no longer standing idly by. They are angry, the victors are angry, and you are angry.

A spark turned into an inferno.

[prodixal]

Varyn Lannister had many flaws, though he would never admit it. But one stood higher above others -- his unrelenting lust for women. It was the source of most of his pleasures, that much could not be denied. But it was also a source of near-all his worries. He was certain that, someday and somehow, he would meet his untimely end at the hand of a woman. All he could really hope for, in such case, is that she might be naked while serving that final blow.

His mind only quickly passed over that very thought as her clever words took his own and spun them in a way that allowed for a smug smirk to assume his features. "Oh it is a delicate art." he leans in, instinctively. "Though, I suppose I could find time in my schedule, now that I am to inhabit these halls. I've a feeling you'd make..." his head will tilt as his eyes fall to her lips, softened. "-- a very fast learner indeed."

Whatever sense of decorum and cautiousness Varyn might've had, was left behind with the shadows, because once he was on his feet and she set way to a location beyond his knowledge, he followed without hesitation. The walk of silence gave him a moment to think, but instead of using it to wisen up and discern the gravity of his actions with the young princess, his mind took him places so improper he would have blushed had he been in possession of even an ounce of shame.

The smell of herbs entered the new and private air around them, and Varyn felt more at ease than he probably should have. His eyes remained on her every move, like a lion studying his prey. Then her question caught him by surprise, throwing him ever so slightly off balance. "You certainly waste no time." he laughs, but then a shrug lifts up his shoulders and he will scratch the back of his neck. "Dorne always makes for an experience hard to verbalise. The heat and people and culture -- it is a far cry from all the fake composure Kings Landing seems to uphold. I may have enjoyed myself a bit more than I should have. Or so I have been told." he purposefully avoids mention of any bastards, but does so in a manner easy to overlook.

"I believe you would find yourself enjoying the places I've been, princess. The herbs, the freedom -- being alone in the dark with a lord or a lady of your liking. There are opportunities there one can scarcely find up here." it seems he gets closer to her with every passing word, though it is subtle and smooth and he plays it off by offering a lit match for their herbs to spark. "Perhaps I ought to take you there, someday. Though I have no doubts in my mind you have managed to find your own fun, in this fun-desolate place?"

while the glimmer of the young lannister boy whose uncharacteristic brown hair remained lingering in his earth-colored eyes, the varyn lannister who came back to king's landing after his sojourn to dorne was a different man. and said man certainly treated her differently now... now that she was more of a woman as much as he was a man. his teasing was no longer as innocent and brutish as it once was; everything felt... veiled, tantalizingly veiled. which excited the targaryen princess immensely. she was pleased to find that she had abandoned all the invitations for a dance by others, only to engage in one in the darks with the varyn lannister. surely her mother would not approve of this one, but alas that was what made it fun.

"Intimate methods of elicitation from a man behind closed doors, you say?" helaena lowered her lids and raised a knowing silver brow. "i am afraid such knowledge is lost to me, my lord. i don't suppose you could find time to teach me a thing or two about it sometimes?"

when he stood up to join her, helaena noticed the split moment where dizziness gripped (and then quickly released) his large, dominating frame. she teasingly pushed a fingertip at his chest as if her small push could help steady him. and coincidentally, it landed right above his beating heart. "steady yourself now, my lord. i do not want to have to call grey ghost in to drag you back to your chambers."

and off they went. silently, except for the swishing of their silk and leathers and the softest fall of their feet. helaena did not cower around the corridors like a thief, the guards knew better than to question a princess. but soon they were far away enough that she could turn around to look at her companion while freeing the leather strings from her pouch of herbs, letting their nostrils get a taste first. "how was your stay in dorne? met any worthy lords and ladies? fathered any bastards?"

[silkling]

Am I the only one who feels like Cheetor deserved better in Cyberverse? I wanted to bring this up with the movies dropping soon, but it’s been on my mind for a while now.

So I want to preface this whole thing by saying that Cheetor is one of my favorite characters of the show. I unashamedly adore him. He’s so cute and pure and watching how he handles all the things that are thrown at him is just…it’s the Good Stuff, guys. It’s so good. Like, seriously remember that episode where he was made an Autobot scout cause he’s really good at being a sneaky little spy-cat? I do.

Like seriously. He’s genuinely good at. Its shown that Cheetor is a very fast learner, and very intuitive. He’s smart, very much so. There’s so many instances of this but really two come to mind.

The first is the episode where Bumblebee is training him. At the end, we see him use all the things he sneakily stole one by one, very ingeniously. He finished by catching one of the scraplets with Wheeljack’s device. And Bumblebee didn’t tell him how to do any of that. He did it all on his own.

And then the space surfing episode. Like, it took him literally seconds to figure out how to do it. Cheetor is a genuinely clever character, and it makes him so fun to watch. Especially cause he’s not smug about it. He’s just…smart, and he casually shows that with clever problem solving, but it’s never made into a thing.

But that all aside, there’s one other thing I want to being up. Cheetor is implied to be a lot younger than the rest of the Autobots. Why do I say this? Well, let’s look at a few things.

1. We know the others were all adults before the war started. We can see this in Bumblebee’s memories. The earliest memory we see is Megatron in the arena, and shortly after we see Bee meeting Windblade for the first time.

2. We know that there were a few years in between those early memories and the war starting. We don’t know exactly how long, but some time definitely passed.

3. We know that the war spent many years on Cybertron, enough that the planet got wrecked, before Optimus threw the All Spark off world and then subsequently took the Autobots to find it in the Ark.

4. We know the Ark crashed during the era of the dinosaurs and the Bots on board spent that time in stasis.

5. We know the All Spark created Cheetor after it arrived on earth.

What he don’t know is whether that was before or after the Ark crash. However, for the purposes of this argument, let’s just say it was before. Even with that, it means that all the Autobots are much, much older than Cheetor, having spent millions of years fighting a war, and then having spent millions of years just living normally before the war started, all before Cheetor came into being. So even if the All Spark gave him the body and mind of an adult, he is still very young. We can see that in the way he acts. Everything that isn’t from Earth is new to him. He’s very naive. He doesn’t fully grasp the full weight of the war until after the All Spark is stolen from him. Like, seriously people. His first thought when trying to decide what to do with the All Spark was to basically play a game of Final Jeopardy with Megatron and Optimus. Look at this little wholesome idiot. Look at him.

But anyway. I’m getting distracted. The point is, he’s young. He’s not stupid, and he knows how to fight and handle himself, but he’s still young. And all he wants is to make friends and find a home. Remember the episode where Bee and Hot Rod were telling him about Cybertron? He got so excited. He finally had his home in reach and he’s get to see and learn everything about it that he hadn’t been able to. He’d get to return the All Spark to its proper place and could leave behind much of the weight that came with being its Guardian.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, Shockwave tried to corrupt it, and he was forced to give his own spark to fix it. He died, and he didn’t even get to experience all the things about this joke he’d been so excited for.

And then after his death, he wasn’t ever mentioned. Not once. Not by Bee, or Hot Rod, or literally anyone. He sacrificed himself for everyone, and then they all just…forgot about him.

Just…god.

I don’t know people. I love Cheetor. I love him lots and lots, and he’s a genuinely good character, and he deserved so much better.

[plus-size-reader]

Perfect Strangers

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1644 words

Warnings: I got carried away, just so you know. 

Summary: The reader and Bucky have a very strange relationship, and they always will

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You and Bucky had never really gotten along.

When you were young, you fought more than anything else, with him sticking his foot in his mouth over and over and your quick temper driving your attitude.

Really, you were only good at fighting.

Even now, you two couldn’t be in the same room with one another unless you were yelling at him or making out. That was all you did, and as dysfunctional as it may have been, it worked for you.

You had never been the relationship type and James wasn’t any better. The last girlfriend he’d had was in the forties.

Casual hookups were all you had in you, and it had never been a problem before.

However, there was definitely something different in the way that he’d been acting as of late. There were no clever quips or quick insults as you passed, or anything else for that matter.

It was as if you were perfect strangers.

The only problem with that, of course, was that you weren’t. Perfect strangers never got the chance to taste the other’s tongue and you had Buck had done far more than that.

Something was definitely up, you just hadn’t figured out what it was yet.

You weren’t exactly in a hurry to figure it out either, to be perfectly honest. Bucky’s attitude problem wasn’t something you had to worry about, and it certainly wasn’t yours to fix.

Whatever it was, you thought for sure he’d figure it out and get over it.

...But maybe you were wrong.

He was pouty, and even more moody than usual. It just didn’t make any sense, though had you stopped to think about it, you could have easily put the pieces together.

You had recently started seeing someone else.

His name was Todd, some low level agent at S.H.I.E.L.D who’d asked you to get a drink a week or so back. It wasn’t serious, of course, meaning that you liked him in about the same way you liked anyone.

More than anything, he was good for drinks and sloppy makeouts in bar bathrooms but Bucky didn’t care about any of that.

He hated him.

If anyone got to take you for drinks or smear your lipstick all over the place, it was him. He’d known you longer than any of them, certainly longer than Todd, and it should have been him.

...But he couldn't exactly tell you any of that.

You and Bucky had always kept your relationship fun, without all the serious crap that no one wanted to deal with in the first place, and you liked it that way. You didn’t get too attached, but you had fun when you both had to let off a little steam.

It was the perfect arrangement.

For some reason though, seeing you on the arm of another man made his blood boil.

Bucky could have killed him, if he was in any position to do so. The other issue was that he wasn't in any position to make any changes.

You weren’t his girlfriend, and he didn’t want you to be, he just didn’t want anyone else to touch you or be near you or speak to you, ever.

Was that too much to ask?

Evidently, it was.

The dark haired male knew that no matter what he did, or what he said, nothing would change the way you felt about one another. The most frustrating thing was that he didn’t even understand why he felt like he did.

Bucky didn’t care about you, did he?

Up until recently, he’d been perfectly content with the way your relationship was going but not anymore. For some reason, everything was different now and he hated it.

He was restless, and nothing made it better. Everything reminded him of you and how he felt about you, which just made him more angry for feeling that way at all.

It wasn’t what he wanted, but it just was what it was. He couldn’t exactly change it, so he’d made up his mind. All he would do was sit back and pretend he didn’t feel it, eventually it was going to go away.

It had to.

~

His plan lasted all of about three days, before everything came crashing down again.

You had brought Todd with you to Stark tower last night, to ‘meet the team’ as you put it but Bucky knew better. He knew exactly what that meant and he wasn’t happy about it.

His jaw tightened as he looked over your frame, the soft smirk you wore and that spark in your eye.

What you’d done was beyond unprofessional but that wasn’t what had him so upset and he knew it. What Bucky couldn’t get over was the thought of that creep’s hands all over you, and the fact that it wasn’t him in your bed last night.

Though, the last straw came during breakfast, when Todd decided it would be a good idea to smack your ass on his way past, on his way to the bathroom.

It was a subtle thing, something no one else even paid any mind to, aside from a small smile from Natasha to Clint. For them, this was funny, but all Bucky could think about was where he’d put his body.

He couldn’t help it.

What he did next was what caused the real problem though. Instead of just moving on and being mad on his own time, Bucky marched over to your side and yanked you around the corner, into the next room.

At least here, there wouldn’t be quite as many prying eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you spit, immediately snatching your arm back from his grip as you tried to figure out what had gotten into him. He was always like this, absolutely incapable of using his words.

In the past, you’d explained him akin to a neanderthal or some kind of caged animal.

Now though, Bucky didn’t seem to be in a joking mood, and he certainly wasn’t in the mood for your sass. You had to know how much this was upsetting him, and how much he hated it.

Even you couldn’t be so stupid.

“Get him out of here” he suggested, not even bothering to explain himself. There was such an arrogance about him, as he ordered you to do as he said, it actually forced a laugh from your throat.

Bucky had finally lost it.

“I don’t know what you mean” you smirked, resting your hands on your hips as you looked him in the eye, daring him to be more blatantly honest about what he wanted.

You were testing him, just like you always did, but it wasn’t going to work this time. Bucky was mad, and it would be best for everyone if you just told that punk to leave so you could get back to your breakfast.

...but you weren’t going to do that.

Bucky wasn’t your father, and he certainly wasn’t your boyfriend, he had no authority over who you spent time with, in or out of your bedroom.

“I’m not kidding, get him out of here” he repeated, his jaw tightening again in a warning sort of way. He wasn’t going to do anything to you, you knew that, but it was still fun to imagine.

Even if he tried, you’d have him on his ass in a minute, you both knew it.

“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you scoffed, another laugh playing in your throat as you looked at him, your brow furrowed. You couldn’t believe he was acting like this.

He was such a child.

“I’m an asshole? No kid, he’s the asshole, trust me” he spit, practically growling as he let out all his frustrations over the past few days, watching him lay his hands on you and whisper in your ear.

He had no right, and clearly, only Bucky had the common sense to recognize that.

That earned another laugh from you, this time much more dangerous before as you stepped closer to him. “That's what this is about? You don’t wanna share your toy, Buck?” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

You had always been very clear about what you wanted from him, and you were under the impression that he felt the same, but clearly not. You never got jealous, and really, it was pathetic that he was.

Especially over Todd.

You were having a good time with him, sure, but you could replace him in an hour, there was nothing special about him.

“Oh fuck off” he grumbled, running his metal hand through his dark hair, each wavy lock curling around his fingers as it passed. Even pissed, he was so delicious.

Maybe that was why you two fought so often.

You were quite the sight too, your blood boiling as you waited for him to say anything of substance, your arms now crossed your chest. Your breath was heaving under the pressure and your skin was on fire.

Then, like a rubber band giving under the immense pressure of being stretched past its limit, Bucky gave in, just like you knew he would. Within a minute, you were pressed hard against the wall, his forearms firm under your thighs as he held you there, his lips on your own.

His breath was raging, not that yours was any better, and he’d bit so hard into your bottom lip that you could taste the iron when he finally backed up for air, not that either of you cared.

“I’ll get rid of him” you decided, after a few seconds of silence, the male’s forehead rested against your own.

It was uncharted territory for you both, but maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing. If nothing else, it would get him off your back for a little while.

[themorphine]

The Picnic-Feysand Date <3

So happy to announce that me and @wintersouldier57 teamed up and wrote a feysand fic in celebration of both hitting 100 followers! Go say congrats to @wintersouldier57 SHES AMAZING

It had been a long few weeks for the high lord and lady of the night court. Between their regularly scheduled meetings and taking care of Nyx, things had been hard. They had scarcely found any time for themselves in the midst of it, hardly any to just be together, enjoying each other’s presence. When Feyre wasn’t at a meeting, Rhys was in the Illyrian mountains handling the armies with Cassian. When Rhys was home, Feyre was at the art studio. Their schedules never seemed to line up.

They often spoke mentally, providing each other as much comfort as they could in that capacity, but they soon found that even psychic communication had its limits when it came to comforting one another. Feyre missed the way his arms felt around her, the way he would whisper soothing words into her ear when things became too much to handle. She understood that they had their responsibilities to their court. They were high lord and lady, after all. Still, she was restless. She wanted nothing more than to feel his embrace, nothing more than to drown in a pool of the transcendent love he offered her.

There was a dull ache in her heart that she knew only he could alleviate. She longed for him. She had not known desperation so deep since her days before coming to Prythian. That desperation, that hunger, had burned, but never like this. It had seared from the inside out, but never straight from the heart. Not like this did. This killed slowly, she thought, deliberately. She felt as though she had been traipsing around Velaris with half a soul, never quite able to get comfortable anywhere she went.

She would see him today. For the first time in weeks, everything lined up. Cassian and Azriel had agreed to take Nyx off their hands for the day for what Cassian called “much-needed uncle time”. They would pick him up as soon as she returned home for the day.

She was a bit surprised that Cassian had not said anything, no teasing. She didn't say anything though, she did not want to give him any ideas. He probably does not want to lose any time with Nyx, she thought, and chuckled silently.

“What’s so funny my High Lady? Rhysie has some good jokes for once?” Rhysand must have heard that from wherever he was, because he responded in Feyre’s and Cassian’s head, At least my jokes don't have every female in all of Prythian running for the hills Cassian. Feyre laughed harder, Cassian chuckling as well.

“Well have fun you two, and be sure to be home at a respectable time, and PLEASE use a sound barrier, I do not want to have to explain what noises are being heard all over this cauldron-damned city to this little one.” He said in his most “mother hen” voice, and tickled a giggling Nyx in his arms. Feyre glared at him while he laughed, and Rhys must have said something in his head, for he laughed even harder.

“BYE CASSIAN” Feyre shouted, making a beeline to the door. She could still hear Cassian's laughter,

Once she was outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was a nice day, perfect for a walk in the park or a trip to the market squares. Perhaps she and Rhys could take a walk when he returned. She would love nothing more than to walk through Velaris hand in hand with her mate. She missed simple intimacies like that, little touches.

You look simply delectable in that dress, Feyre darling.

He had spoken into her mind. Could he see her? Where was he? She looked around but could not find him. Suddenly, there was a pressure underneath her knees, lifting her into the air. She yelped, surprised that he had picked her up.After the initial surprise, she spoke;

“You should have given me some warning, you prick.”

He chuckled, “Now what would be the fun in that Feyre Darling?”

She tried her best to look unaffected by the nickname, and replied “The fun would be that I wouldn't have to scream and not fall on my face for all of Velaris to see.”

He put on a face of mock hurt. “You really think I would drop you darling? I would never!”

She glared. “Based on what you did last time, I won't trust you for another 1000 years, 900 if your lucky.”

He laughed harder, burrowing his face in my neck, to try and silence it. Once he calmed he breathed in my neck, savouring her smell.

“If I could bottle your smell I would drink it every day.” He sighed, hugging Feyre tightly, as if she could disappear any moment. And to be honest based on how long they had been apart, they both felt as if they would disappear, but thank the cauldron they wouldn't.

Finally, after all this time, they were together. She smiled as she nuzzled closer to his chest. Through the bond, she could feel the pure happiness coursing through Rhys. Her grin widened as she felt the wind blazing past them.

She wondered where he might be taking her. They hadn’t discussed their plans beyond spending the day together. Wherever they were headed, though, Feyre knew she would love it. She would love it because he would be there with her. For the first time in a long while, she was home. An unyielding warmth welled up in her heart in the place of the ravenous longing she had been experiencing before. She was with Rhys now, and all was well, at least for the day.

She looked down and watched the vibrant landscape of Velaris fly by beneath them. She could easily fly herself, but she didn’t want to. At least for now, she wanted to be held by him. Judging by the way his arms were wrapped around her more tightly than usual, it was clear that he was enjoying it too. There was something about him holding her like that. It always gave her butterflies, no matter how long they had been together. Even with the centuries stretching out before them, she could be sure that that would never change. Not this, and not the way they felt for each other. She would always look at him as though he had hung the very stars that shone above Ramiel on the Night Court’s insignia, and he would always look to her and see his darling mate, his salvation.

They continued their flight. When he landed and sat her on her feet, she mourned the close contact. She took in their surroundings. They stood on a hill overlooking the city. From the vantage point, she could see it all. She saw the rainbow and the Sidra, twinking as it reflected the sun’s light. What she took the most note of, though, was the blanket laid out on the grass, a small basket sitting at its center.

A picnic.

Rhys had planned a picnic.

She didn’t realize it was possible to love him more than she already did.

He watched her intently, taking in the shift in her expression. He grinned widely. He loved seeing her like this, happy and content. For once, she looked her age. She looked like the 20 year-old girl she was, and without eyes that looked haunted or scared. Their duties could wait. Right now, as they stood on this hill, things were for once simple. The world was quiet, save for the slight breeze that occasionally brushed against their ears. They were happy. War and politics be damned.

“Happy, my love?”

She looked down to find that her hand was glowing. It seemed that her body was speaking for itself. Instead of answering, she took a few steps toward him, placing her shining palm on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. His violet eyes were alight with the spark of love. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn’t like things had been recently. It wasn’t the quick kiss of someone trying to make time between meetings or the kind of kiss she would give him as she passed him on the way to feed Nyx. The kiss they now shared was sweet, unhurried, as though they had all the time in the world to stand there and relish in what they were feeling.

After what felt like a millenia, he slowly pulled away from her, once again meeting her eyes.

“I’ve missed that,” he said.

“I’ve missed you,” Feyre replied, tears brimming in her eyes. But she was smiling, a broad, indestructible smile that made Rhys look at her in wonder

They stared at each other for a moment longer before Rhys motioned to the blanket.

“Let’s get more comfortable.”

They made their way over to the blanket and they sat next to one another. She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. With his other arm, he reached for the basket, producing several sandwiches and a container of what she assumed was some sort of stew. He sat the food in front of them before he tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on her hair.

She knew she was likely still glowing. She didn’t need to look down to know. Rhys picked up one of the sandwiches and held it to her lips. She took a bite, savoring the taste. She quickly realized where she had tasted it before. It was one of the sandwiches from her favorite restaurant. She beamed. Her clever, loving mate had gone there and procured it for her, just to make her happy. She recalled a time when such a thing would have been an ordeal, a time when her former lover had refused to so much as let her leave the house. She wished more than anything that she could go back in time and tell that girl that this was waiting on the horizon, that such a love awaited her beyond all the turmoil.

He put a hand on her hair, lightly stroking it as he held up the sandwich once again for her. She took another bite, turning slightly.

“I can feed myself, you know,” she laughed.

“What kind of male would I be if I didn’t care for my lovely hardworking mate?”

She reached over, grabbing a sandwich and holding it up for him. They spent the rest of the picnic like that, feeding each other bits of food and staring into one another’s eyes. When they had finished their meal, Rhys put what remained back in the basket and pulled her closer, pushing her head down onto his lap as he continued to stroke her hair. They stayed like that for a while, him stroking her hair and occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had been going on for some time when he finally said, “I don’t know what I’ve done in this life to deserve this. To deserve you.”

She looked up at him. His eyes were tender.

“You do deserve this. You’ve done so much good in your life, Rhys. You deserve every bit of happiness.”

He smiled.

“You are my happiness,” he said, his voice shaky, pressing another kiss to her brow, “and I will spend the rest of this eternity showing you how much I treasure you, my love, my mate, my salvation.”

She looked into his eyes. She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss. No words in her vocabulary could accurately describe what she was feeling, the depth of her affection for the male in front of her. She hoped her face and the glow of her skin said enough. They seemed to, as a moment later he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“My Feyre,” he said, nuzzling her neck, “my light.”

“I love you,” she said. She had never meant anything more.

“I love you too,” he responded, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.

He continued trailing light kisses down the column of her throat, smiling into her neck as he heard her breath hitch slightly. He readjusted, laying her down on the blanket. Her face was flushed as he stared down at her. He knelt down on top of her, pressing a long kiss onto her collarbone.

“Now prepare yourself, darling,” he said, “I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

She was not prepared.

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Okay second half was. astounding. and okay lol okay I GET it. I get it. in a way I didn't fully get just from the cast recording. It's why I passed on it the first time around and stumbling on performance clips (like the award show clips) had me going "no, I do need to see it staged"

You HAVE to see it staged. Where, like, Hamilton is *fun* to see staged, the staging of Hadestown IS what, like, brings the concept to life. Without the staging, they're just songs. But as a whole, that's the proof of concept. The staging SHOWS how the world is meant to be etc, it, like, embodies the concept and animates it.

E.g. Orpheus as a revolutionary is kind of silly, but Orpheus as an allegory? Orpheus as an allegory for hope, which can manifest as a light in the darkness, and then foolish idealism, but then again as a spark to a flame? THAT'S the point.

And like, the conceit of the show BEING a Play in the Grecian sense, of an embodiment of an allegory.... Yes, the full showing does illuminate and bring to life the concept in Anais Mitchell's head

SPOILERS MAYBE IDK?? I talk about the staging a bit in the next part-

(also the staging is soo so clever!! I didn't think they could do the swinging lamps but they DID. and wow the use of red for Hades and blue for Persephone? you'd "think" it'd be the other way around, with warm colors for spring and cool for death. But the red is glaring, it burns. the fog becomes flames. And the blue is cool, it's soothing. It turns the fog into a river. Like, okay. work.)

my evening plans owo