#temp. save tag;

[lelianaslefthand]

found a naturally spawned pink sheep and it fuckgin vanished into the abyss 😭

[jazzums]

i wanted to save sazza and the grove and minthara and volo and halsin but i keep fucking up by not doing things in a specific order

[d-eadeye]

Hair, dark as a midnight shadow, tumbles over her thin shoulders like a crick-stream tumbles o'er boulders; lustrous, black, rife with the cloying scent of burnt wood and dying amber, @valeswolf, 𐚁.

"Easy, now.." Sonorous tenor dips to a low, brusque rumble that rustles night's velvet pitch. They are but two ambling chimeras of the forest, stumbling through bramble and bush. Her silver profile, like a waxing crescent, illuminated the tenuous space below him. He pondered, cursorily, who she might've been or was before wild nature'd mauled her pretty edges. Not even the moon dared peek within their restless canopy, bashful behind the dense trees.

"There she goes, easy does it. Watch that ankle now. Wolves'll mangle the corpses some, throw the leather-necks off our trail and give us enough time t'fight through this thicket." How had this happened..? Blurred carnage flashed against the dark wall of memory. "Over this rock. Y'need a hand..?"

[blondebatt]

you know that you’re the love of my life? and whatever comes after this.

cinna gets to write timsteph bc I said so / accepting

Most teenaged romances don't end up like this. In fact, she'd argue: most shouldn't. Even in the most normal of circumstances, high school sweethearts and hormonal flings were meant to be that. You grew out of them. You spend time apart, you learn yourself in ways you never could before, independently, and you make room in your life for something new.

Tim Drake isn't the same as he used to be. Neither is she... They've gone through this. They worked it out. They're friends, now. Batgirl and Red Robin swing in to save the day, and there's no lingering feelings in their mature brains and heart. Maybe fist bump or something. Call each other pal, and leave on their separate day-to-day lives.

Why Tim had to ruin this carefully constructed lie while both strapped to a bomb that both of them had desperately been trying to escape for the past eight minutes, to no avail, who freaking knew. The flames around them in the abandoned building made the sweat buckling under her suit almost enough to swim in it. Fire licked at her feet; if the bomb didn't explode first, they'd definitely be swallowed by the heat.

At least she was touching him. And his voice crackled under a broken modulator- it reminded her of when his voice first changed. Dear diary, she imagined writing-- probably in heaven, at this rate-- gone are the days of doodling robin in my notebooks, gone are the days of nasty fights that drove us apart: Tim has finally declared his ever-lasting torch for me. And we're literally about to get torched. How is this my life? This is the part where it finally hits her that this wasn't just a statement, there's an expectation of a response, here.

Stephanie swallows ash and fire in her lungs. Retrospectively, she'd like to lie and say that she wasn't crying, but come on. Why now? Why this way? At this cost? She's crying. And it's pretty gnarly, with the bruises and cuts on her face.

"You're gonna say that and not even have a ring on you?" She weakly jokes, and then lets down the entire wall. She sags, with defeat. Holds him tightly, prays it doesn't hurt as bad as it did the last time she died. Maybe an archeologist would find their bones holding hands or something. That's not how that works. Whatever.

"You're the love of my life, too." Forever, and ever. "Stupid. We can't even stupidly makeout in our suits, one last time."

[vesselreborn]

Miyako: I have a deep desire to hold and be held. I wish to experience the joys and excitement that I never got to experience as a child and the parental stability that I never got to receive. I know the world is big and full and experiences and I will embrace them no matter how unknown/difficult it may be

Also Miyako: If I experience one more emotion, I will Blow Up. Do Not perceive me, leave me alone. I would rather launch myself into the sun than ever admit to/receive affection. Can't trust anyone to save me, so I'll just have to do it myself.

[warraigoe]

i.

—  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   i wish i was at disneyland. —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   i love you bitch !  ・ 「 promo ! 」 —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   ya got eggzama ?  ・ 「 prompts ! 」 —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   can i please get a waffle ?  ・ 「 temp ! 」 —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   look at all those chickens !  ・ 「 dc ! 」 —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   hi welcome to chilis !  ・ 「 dg ! 」 —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   a mugshot ? i don't even drink coffee !  ・ 「 images ! 」 —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   i had a great time when i was chikacret.  ・ 「 save ! 」 —  ❛❛  //  out.   ¦   this is a gays only event !  ・ 「 psa ! 」

[livesforgttn]

IC.

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[strialternatives]

You mentioned in the tags of I think your comic of Akira and Akechi traveling that Akechi is first-aid certified in multiple countries. Does this mean something to any headcanon’s you have about what his adult life would be like? I love your palace au and i’m really interested in how he recovers afterwards!!

If it was just a joke then you don’t have to answer :)

that actually wasn't a joke! :D it started off as a "taking care of akira" investment that got outta hand ya see-

some background first! in my head shuake wind up traveling after Akechi's physical therapy and Akira takes an "extended leave" from uni then just. never goes back.

they travel China, then Thailand--near all the countries in east asia. at first, its about putting some distance between themselves and tokyo and all that metaverse ptsd baggage no one wants to acknowledge or talk about-

not that they don't have talks. they talk a lot, they have a lot of hard talks in hotel rooms, during quiet moments, about everything and nothing at all. akira is devastated to learn that his future husband is a dog person.

then, literally as they're about to book the plane back to tokyo, after months and months of travels and late night talks--akira offhandedly, mentions that he's always wanted to visit paris.

there's no reason for them not to. akira has an absurd amount of metaverse money, akechi has the key to a good chunk of shido's offshore assets. akira picks up languages quickly thanks to his personas and so does akechi.

and it kinda spirals from there. after that they only drop by tokyo for holidays and planned thief get-togethers.

akira's the type of wild card that picks up confidants everywhere he goes, he likes to help the people he connects with, and sometimes that comes with dangerous situations and hospital visits.

(the two of them are nosy, reckless and don't know how to mind their own business to save their lives. and akira is so kind to others and willing to help and his and akechi loves and hates him for it so, sooo much.)

at first akechi learns how to patch (his) idiot up for his own peace of mind, its manageable, he's used to patching up real world wounds. his initial mementos explorations were full of trial and error, after all.

--then there's this awful business with the russian mob that akira's gotten involved with during that part-time bodyguard gig protecting some small time lawyer's child during a court case and, well. he's two years in, somewhere between learning how to suture a stab wound from an underground doctor and looking up tameki-san again,

akechi realizes he's in this for the long haul. that he has to--unfortunately--lock in.

and he's GOOD at it, akechi likes being good at things.

he's not planning on being a doctor or anything, can't stay in one place long enough for a degree. but, picking up certifications still scratches an itch he wasn't aware he had. to heal instead of hurt--it helps that it starts with akira.

anyway, sometimes when he's bored and they're in one place for more than two weeks he'll go hit up foreign clinics who need a temp helper.

[just-a-sketchbook]

First Quilt!

It has been a lot of fun and a lot of trial and error but it's done!!!

It's roughly 1.20 x 1.20m (which is a number of feet I can't be bothered to look up but let's say it's about child sized and it'll be great to chill on the couch).

I want to thank @langdon813 who I've never talked to (sorry if you hate being tagged) but whose gorgeous Drunkard path quilts made me wanna do it too :)

I had never done any quilting before (but I did sew), so here's what I've learned, if any beginner is interested in jumping off the deep end the way I did and wants advice from someone who has freshly acquired experience but will also not use any confusing technical terms (with pictures!) :

Fabric picking : so most advice I read was to go for pre-selected bundles of fabric that already go together, but I'm contrary and like to do my own thing so I used wax fabric (the blue ones on top the pile) I had laying around, which I strongly recommend: it's very easy to cut due to it being waxed, and I added a few fat squares from the shop, plus I also had the orange and blue floral and I based the coulour scheme on it. One thing that's true is it would have been easier to work with fabric of the same thickness, and the floral was givne to me by my ma who got in on trip to Thailand and it was alot thinner than the rest which didn't help.

Cutting: I got a rotary cutter for the occasion and it's great! Do not maybe push too hard on it and give yourself nerve damage the way I did (temporary but still), it's actually ery sharp and easy to use, so long as your template doesn't slip you're fine

Piecing :Yes you can do curved piecing even if you have zero experience, you just gotta make a template and

pin it a lot.

1/4 inch margins is the standard so I rolled with it because I don't like converting, but when you're strictly metric it is kind of annoying but doable because my machine does have a 1/4 inch mark and if you stick a length of tape along it it's pretty easy to follow, even for curved piecing.

Layout: At some point you've got to decide the layout is done, because I've re-arranged the blocks at least 6 times and it's a very good way to go insane. (For rough reference, my plan was to have no repeat fabrics in any of the circle-in-a-square blocks, and I only made one mistake which I clocked too late to change)

Chain piecing!! Meaning you pile your blocks together in a specific order (that I personnaly wrote straight up on each piece with a very sophisticated letter/numbers down/across system) and then just sew them together in a line without having to cut the thread between each pair. Looks a little like a fanion banner and at some point it feels like you'll be forever tangled into it but then it's magic :) It's not that hard actually and will save you a lot of time + there's a lot of online tutorials you can use.

Basting! (which it took me while to understand is the part where you attach the backing, the fluff and the quilt top together) : you need more safety pins. Safety pins will save you from the wrinkles and the unfortunate oopsies of realising you've caught your backing double folded into your quilting stitch, which I did a good three times and was not fun to undo. Also, I forgot to tape the backing to the floor and it probably would have helped with the wrinkling...

Backing : I used an old linen table cloth I got for 10€ at a charity shop, and I've still got about 2/3 of it left, so I recommend that, it's sturdy but soft enough, doesn't thread easily and can be washed at very high temps, if that's a thing you do.

Quilting! Well, my machine came with a quilting foot for free motion quilting (which means you're the one moving the fabric along in whichever direction and you can sort of draw with your stitches) and it seemed fun so I did that, and here's what I learned : curves are hard but doable, also my machine doesn't like to go back (kept skipping sitiches for some reason) so it involves a lot of shifting the quilt around, which isn't easy considering the bulk. And also, drawing the quilting pattern you want so you can follow it while quilting actually does help, I used an iron/heat-erasable pen and it worked just fine. Check your stitch tension, mine was too loose and I realised too late so there's spots where I could pull on the thread and it looped, had to stitch back over that.

Quilitng pattern : I wasn't sure what to do, supposedly your batting (aka: the fluff) comes with instructions on how tight you should quilt to avoid it coming apart through use but I got mine cut at the fabric shop and forgot to ask so I just rolled with a rough 10cm maximum distance in between stitching lines but tried to do less in most places. According to many blogs : the tighter your lines the stiffer your quilt, so I kept it loose for comfort. (Picture is halfway done, I added a smaller square/circle inside each square/circle and if you look at it you'll see it's actually diagonal lines form one end of the fabric to the other.)

Binding is boring, and there's nothing to it. I got a length of pre-cut bias binding, machine-sewed it front to front to the quilt top side of the quilt and the folded it back and secured it by hand to the back with a ladder stitch. Took me roughly and entire rewatch of the Last Of Us. There's a trick to doing the corners that's fairly simple but I've lost the tutorial...

Overall : I got myself a quilting book with techinques and such and it helped, but there's a ton of stuff online, and once you get over the very Christian American mum vibe of most of the blogs, it's all very helpful (and gorgeous!) (no offense meant to Christian American mums, it's just a bit of a culture shock from where I'm standing).

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 16

Kinktober Masterlist virtus laudata crescit - "greatness increases with praise" TF141 x f!reader Kinks > praise, cunnilingus, mild dubcon/corruption Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

Your commander, Captain Price, has come back successful from his last mission, and he blames you for his victory. Your maps and intel led them straight to the enemy, and now he is rewarding you with his utmost praise. The catch? He insists on making sure all of his men display their gratitude to you on their knees.

You heard them coming down the hall before you saw them. Your office was built with short, temporary walls, designed for efficient set up and take down, and the noise of their gear and boots was unmistakable. The 141 had survived a truly challenging mission. You’d gotten the confirmation that they all made it to exfil, and the relief that filled your body was like some sort of euphoria. 

As they rounded the corner, their hulking, gear-laden bodies coming into view of the tactical offices, you and your coworkers let out loud shouts of applause. Everyone stood and clapped as your heroes made it through the building. This happened after every mission these days because the work was getting harder and harder. The counter-intelligence was lacking, the funding was always short, and the whole team was missing the comforts of home. But, today had been a turning point, and they’d pulled through. You were so proud to be helping them. 

You watched as they stood in the center of the tactical office, and the leader, Captain Price, put his hand up as if asking to speak. 

“Oh, wow! A speech,” your coworker, Talia, exclaimed under her breath as she stood next to you, “This is awesome!”

“Thank you,” Price said, raising his gravelly voice so the whole office could hear him, “For all your hard work today. Without you, we couldn’t do our jobs, and today, we owe you our lives.”

More applause, some celebratory whooping, and big smiles all around. Price continued,

“Who is agent 557?”

The jovial crowd turned quiet, everyone glancing around until, slowly, all eyes fell on you. 

Talia smiled big and said,

“She’s over here! It’s 557. She’s right here, Captain.”

“Tal, stop,” you hissed, feeling your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment. 

“557?” Price’s bright blue eyes were staring right into your soul.

“Yep,” Talia said smugly, “Captain Price, meet 557, your navigator. Best in the business. This girl could map the universe if you gave her enough caffeine and time.”

“Is that so?” Price asked, stalking his way over to you. 

Your coworkers stepped aside, letting him cut through the crowd to get to you. Once he was standing in front of you, you became even more aware of his immense size. He was dashingly attractive, which everyone in the office knew already. All four men had their own fan clubs, of course, kept secret and whispered over the water cooler or pinged back and forth in the group Slack chat. But, they were always so far away, doing far away things. This was very up close and personal, and you felt your mouth go dry, your nerves fraying, and your breath catching in your throat.

“You saved the bloody day, love. Your map sent us through enemy lines in the safest way. I argued with Gaz,” he craned his head around and nodded at Garrick who wore a smug smile, “I wanted to do it quicker. But, he trusted you. Said you must’ve had your reasons. We were in and out without so much as a scratch on us, and it’s all because of you. Didn’t realize til we breached the warehouse that they had heatseekers on the ground, armed and ready.”

The whole office gasped, and there were murmurs. People even paused to look down at their datapads, wondering where they had missed those weapons on the intel.

You nodded, explaining yourself,

“I thought as much. Heat seekers need a source temp, so putting them near hot oil tanks or airflow units would be a mistake. It’d ruin the readings. So, in grids A4 through E6, I thought… why the outbuildings? Too low for lookouts, too remote for storage. Didn’t make sense. I thought we’d play it safe and cut behind. I’m sorry if it added time, but I couldn’t be sure of what I was looking at.”

“You’re incredible, love. C’mon, me and the lads want to thank you proper, if that’s alright.”

You looked at Talia who was absolutely not playing it cool, and you shrugged,

“Yeah, sure! Mission’s over. I can duck out early. Why not?”

Price smiled wide and warm, and you felt like you would melt in it. 

You followed them down into Price’s private offices, and your eyes marveled at the task force’s war room. It was everything you’d ever wanted to see. Maps and charts and data galore! It was Heaven. 

“Whoa!” You exclaimed, stopping at a large map of Urzikstan, “Is this a SAT image from last week? The bombing in G15 is on here.”

Gaz chuckled,

“C’mon, babes. Come sit and have a drink with us.”

The soldiers dropped all their gear and sat around the table, waiting for Price to pull out the good stuff. He produced an expensive-looking Scotch, and you all got a generous portion. 

You tried very hard not to make a face when you drank it, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to play it cool in front of the hottest dudes in the whole base, feeling like you were very much living out multiple coworkers’ fantasies right now. 

“C’mere, love,” Price said, grabbing you and lifting you up on the desk. 

You giggled, passing off your glass to Ghost, letting Price do whatever he wanted. Honestly, what were you gonna say? No? Ha!

“You deserve much more than just praise, love. You deserve our full gratitude. My men and I wanna show you just how thankful we are to have you on our team. Will you let us do that?”

“I’m just doing my job, sir. You and the 141 are the most important ones in this whole operation. I’m just lucky to be here.” 

“You’re doin’ so much more than jus’ a wee job, bonnie,” Soap added, coming up beside Price and taking your hand in his, “You saved us today. No doubt about it.”

“Let us show you, babes,” Gaz stood behind Price and Soap, looking every bit as gorgeous as he did in the profile picture the staff passed around last week when he was doing PT out in the common room.

“Oh, okay. Sure,” you nodded, “What… um…” 

Ghost stepped forward, pushing past Price and lifted the bottom of his mask. You gasped, shocked to see part of his face, and then, he pulled you in for a long kiss. The feeling of his tongue slipping against yours was like a dream, and you sighed into him, feeling like you had absolutely lost your mind. 

“Such a good girl,” Ghost purred, “You deserve a prize, huh?”

You whimpered, and then you felt Soap tugging off your pants, pulling off your shoes and socks, while Gaz worked on stripping your top off of you. 

“Oh, God…” You whispered, unable to think straight. 

“You alright, love?” Price asked, “My men begged me to let them thank you on their knees, and who was I to deny them?”

“Holy shit,” you said, staring between your legs as Ghost lifted his mask over his nose, sank to his knees, and began to devour your pussy like a man starving. 

You were in shock. This was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to you, and it didn’t even feel real. You were no one; just a map maker. But, you felt like a queen tonight. 

Soap sank down as well, pushing your knees apart even further, eating you right alongside Ghost, their tongues working together to bring you pleasure. You let your head fall back in blissful agony, unable to watch the pleasure that they were crafting on your swollen clit. But, Gaz was by your side, licking and suckling at your heavy tits, holding you up and telling you,

“Watch them, lovie. See how thankful they are to have you? You are worth so much to us.”

“Thank you, lass,” Soap mumbled, talking with his mouth full of you, looking up at you through hooded eyes, “So fuckin’ good to us.”

“Aye,” Price said, stepping up behind Ghost and Soap, pushing their heads into you even deeper, making them bury their mouths in your pussy, “Tha’s it lads, show her what a good fuckin’ girl she is. You’d be fuckin’ dead without her. Go on.”

“Oh, my God,” you moaned, “I’m gonna come!”

“Fuck, yes, love,” Ghost groaned, “Give it to us.”

You gritted your teeth as you felt your whole body tense, and then… you were launched into a toe-curling explosion of pleasure. Your pussy was fluttering, its muscles pulsating for the two men between your legs, your thighs shaking from the feeling. 

You thought they’d clean you up and set you free, but as soon as Soap and Ghost licked you through your orgasm, lapping up your slick come, Price was yanking them away from you, crawling between your legs and taking their place. 

He was so rough, so aggressive, and he ate you in a way that made you feel electrified. You were frozen in place, hanging on every lick and suck and kiss with his bristly beard and full lips. Then, he started to feed his tongue into your hole, writhing it inside of your entrance, trying to reach deeper and deeper inside of you to get to more of your sweet sin. 

You couldn’t help but rake your hands through his hair which made him moan, the dark vibration of it vibrating your flesh, sending you down a long spiral. Ghost and Soap were busy dragging their mouths over your tits, and Gaz was kissing your neck, all the while telling you what a perfect girl you were, how they were all so lucky to have you, and how they would spend as long as it took to remind you that you are the reason they were alive tonight.

“Thank you, love,” Price said as he slipped his tongue through your folds, “You are so beautiful. Fuck, we’re lucky, aren’t we, lads?”

“Hell yes,” Gaz growled darkly, sucking on the soft skin of your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

“Can I put my fingers inside of you, pretty girl?” Price begged, “I wanna touch this sweet little cunt so bad.”

You nodded, helplessly,

“Please touch me.”

“Oh,” his face contorted into a look of disbelief as he stuck his thick finger inside your hole, “Oh, fuck. Feel this, mate. Holy fuck.”

Ghost peered down where Price was fingering you, in and out, slow and steady, and he put his own finger in next to his captain’s. You watched his eyes roll back in his head,

“Bloody hell. She’s so soft. Such a perfect cunt.”

You were trembling so hard that you could feel it in your bones, and you began to come as they touched you inside of your pussy. 

“Tha’s our good fuckin’ girl,” Soap said, coming up from your tight nipple to kiss your mouth, “Come for us, again. So gorgeous.”

You came so hard that you had tears in your eyes, and you looked down at Price in shock. He looked back at you, licking through your lips in long, slow passes, twisting his finger in and out, fucking you on his hand through your wet, silky come. 

Gaz stepped around, and Price moved so that he could have his turn with you, and he took his time. He teased you, using the tip of his long, pink tongue to barely touch your clit, wiggling it up and down, making you squirm. Ghost and Price took turns with Soap kissing and sucking your sensitive breasts and feeding their tongues into your mouth, making you taste yourself. 

“Such a delicious pussy, babe. I’d eat you every fuckin’ day,” Gaz groaned. 

He kissed your pussy lips as if it was your mouth, making out with your cunt, using his tongue like he was trying to pull out more and more of your come. Then, he added two of his fingers inside of you and pressed them down, opening up your hole so that he could shove his tongue inside. 

His fingers and his tongue began to piston in and out of you, working you into a frenzy. 

“Oh, fuck! Gaz! Please…” You begged, still on edge from your prior orgasms.

“Mm-hm,” he grunted, encouraging you while his mouth was working you into a froth.

“You’re doin’ so well for us, bonnie,” Soap praised you, kissing your lips as they hung open in a moan.

“I’m… oh, fuck! I’m coming again! I’m com–mngh! Angh!” Your words were trapped in your chest, quickly replaced by your screams.

Gaz moaned as you came for him, fucking you faster with his huge hand, making lurid noises with the wetness of your cunt. 

Your whole body was limp, and you felt like you were high. Price lay you gently down on the table and lazily fondled your breasts, squeezing them and plucking softly at your swollen nipples. He smiled at you, purring his praise from deep in his chest,

“You did such a good job, 557.”

“She really did, Cap,” Gaz agreed, wiping his lip and sucking the juices he collected from his fingertips.

Soap stepped around to peer down at your well-loved pussy, dipping his own thumb in and out ever so gently,

“Didnae doubt her for a moment. Our bonnie girl did so well.”

“I wonder how we can thank her for doing such a good job for us tonight, huh, Cap?” Ghost chuckled.

You watched as he tugged off his belt and began to pull down his fly. Your eyes widened, looking up at Captain Price for his reaction. The captain wore a wolf’s grin, his teeth white and sharp, his mouth still hungry,

“I dunno, Riley,” he unbuckled his own trousers to reveal his massive, throbbing cock, “But, I bet we can think of somethin’.”

“What do you think, babe?” Gaz had his long, hard cock in his hands, and he began rubbing it gently all over your face, “Are you ready for a little more gratitude?”

Suddenly, you realized that Soap had replaced his thumb with his drooling cockhead, rubbing himself all over your wet flesh, dipping just the tip into your creamy hole,

“We’re just so fuckin’ proud of you, lass. Good girls need rewards, don’t they?”

[chrisevansonly]

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he reminds me of an old man sometimes…

the way she loves him😭

y/n save some charles for the rest of us

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Multiverse News 🗞️🌌

Greetings, fellow travelers! 🖖

Here’s a (long) writing update, a glimpse of upcoming projects, announcements, and even a sneak peek or two. Least to say, I've been busier than the Marauder's map lol 🤓

Aside from a Russell Shaw prequel, I’ve also been working on not one but two Soldier Boy series, a Dean Winchester series & a (few) one-shots 🫡

Goodies under the cut ⬇️

👀 Sneak Peeks:

Pairing: Russell Shaw x female!Reader

A/N: Set mostly in 2005 Iraq and tells the story how Russell met the reader from The Exit Strategy. Get ready for a 26-year-old, clean-shaven, soldier!Russell 🫡

Preview:

Hushed voices hurried around the corner past Russell. His demeanor remained the ever-sober soldier as he stole a quick glance at the newest arrivals. A middle-aged, gray-haired and bearded man opened the vault doors with keycard, fingerprint and passcode after depositing his phone. He was the CIA chief of station. A young woman in jeans, a white shirt, and a black blazer stayed close by his side. She was wearing the same keycard on a navy blue band around her neck that read the usual governmental alphabet soup.

And that woman turned out to be you, as Russell would later discover.

For now, though, he stopped you from entering by softly holding you back by your arm. Your brows drew up in both surprise and expectancy as you glanced up at him, your eyes wandering up his torso and taking note of the “SHAW” name tag on the right side of his firm chest, the corporal rank insignia on the collars of his tan button-up, and the Airborne emblem on his left shoulder sleeve.

“Your devices, ma’am,” Russell reminded you gently and abstained from cracking a smile. He had never, ever wanted to smile at someone here before, but now he could feel his facial muscles eagerly twitching. Resistance almost became a cardio workout.

He fully blamed it on the little mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

With a tilt of your head, you smiled – innocently at first. “Don’t carry any. Left them at my desk.” Then a smirk appeared on your lips. “You wanna make sure and frisk me, go right ahead.”

Don’t temp me, don’t temp me, don’t temp me…

You smiled victoriously. “Thought so.”

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x supe!Reader

Series Summary: Unable to control your abilities, you’re stuck in the present with Billy Butcher, his team, and America’s first asshole. At this point, you’ve become Soldier Boy’s personal punching bag. But when an accident leaves you stranded in 1942, you run into a familiar face and suddenly rely on your future tormentor’s help as your only hope.

A/N: Set partially in 1942, reader is a supe with chronokinesis and meets the man before he becomes the monster. A slow burn with full enemies to lovers vibes 🕰️😉

Preview:

You had landed on a street, your feet safely planted on a sidewalk. Glistening white snow covered the pavement in a thick veil, the sky a dull gray blanket above. Icicles hung from lampposts with patriotic banners flying in the chill, proclaiming messages to buy war bonds and save scrap metal.

Huh…

Powdered flakes swirled around you as a streetcar clattered past you on a cobbled street, the sound muffled by the snow. Storefronts and shops lined both sides of the street, shoppers bustling by you in coats, hats, and scarves. Your brow furrowed softly at the row of parked, snow-covered cars that looked a tad… old.

Oh no…

You had definitely traveled back a smidge, but luckily not as far as the Middle Ages again. Judging by the moderately busy street, you assumed you were at least still in New York City. A paperboy was shouting loudly further down, but you couldn’t understand him from the distance. The only word that was plastered everywhere was war.

World War I or World War II, maybe?

Wherever – or whenever – you were, you couldn’t get stuck here. Your short-lived fascination with your new environment was then quickly replaced by a rising panic in your throat.

You had to get home somehow.

Squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could, you tried to wish yourself back – unfortunately, you didn’t possess a pair of ruby slippers you could click. The more you tried and failed, the more anxious you became, and you knew a full-on panic attack was just waiting for you around the corner.

“Whoa! Hey, careful…”

With your hands on your knees, you bumped backwards into a man, your lungs constricting so much they barely let any air pass. You spun around, eyes wide and body trembling as a set of hands landed gently on your shoulders and waist for support.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

What little breath you had got caught in your throat as you stared into an all-too familiar set of outlandishly green eyes.

Soldier Boy.

✨ Upcoming:

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female!Reader

Series Summary: Free from his past, Ben’s trying to move on and find a little drop of happiness in this new world. But when he finally holds everything he ever wanted in his hands, it threatens to slip through the cracks, and he has to fight one final time with everything he’s got to keep it.

A/N: The sequel to Rehab and Video Games is finally coming your way 💕

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!Reader

Summary: Everyone is moving forward, only Dean is standing still. Sam leaves the bunker first, but when he fears to lose you as well, he knows he finally has to do something. Because, after all, all he really craves is you.

A/N: A super long one-shot (let me know if you rather prefer two parts lol) full of angst, severe pining & Dean's self-hate. But don't worry – there is a big payoff at the end 😉❤️‍🔥

Inspired by the twenty one pilots song of the same name, which gives total Dean-coded energy 🤓

Pairing: Dean Winchester x waitress!Reader

Series Summary: Stuck in your hometown and a dead-end job, you long to be free. Free from your problems, your past, and your responsibilities. When firefighter-in-training, Dean Campbell, enters your small world, he understands better than anyone what it feels like to be trapped. And slowly, you finally begin to dream bigger because of him.

A/N: You probably remember this one from my last newsletter almost a year ago, but I'm so excited to finally start posting this one. Don't be confused by Dean's last name, though – this is set post S15 and he's finally becoming a firefighter under his fake name in Lawrence 😅

That is all I'm sharing for now, concerning upcoming projects in the next six months. I do have a few more things cooking I'm keeping secret for now, though 🤫

Other Announcements:

🩵 All three parts of Lover will post next week for Valentine's 💕 I'll post the masterlist after the finale of TES on Friday!

🩵 I will also (finally) launching a Patreon soon, where I'll be premiering some of those goodies first. I also want to "pilot" first chapters of series I'm currently working on to see if it's worth continuing, and I want to do polls for what ideas to tackle next! But don't worry – they're all coming to tumblr eventually, too. But if someone is eager to get their hands on something first, they now can! Separate post when it launches is coming soon 🫶

🩵 The Craving and Time After Time are next up in line after Lover ends. Get ready! 🤓

That it is for now, folks! So thrilled to share all of these with you! Which one is your favorite/are you most excited about? Let me know! 😉

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Second Chance (2/3)

Word Count: 7,931

Characters: Damian Priest/Unnamed OC, (minor appearances from Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Dominik Mysterio, Seth Rollins, CM Punk, and Triple H)

Genre: Romance

Tags: Stars Align, Man Realizing He’s An Idiot, Regrets

Summary: some people are worth a second chance. (A Wrestlemania XL Night Two fic)

Part I here

Author’s Note: This is the night told from Damian’s POV. I did watch the BTS video from Gorilla, so any errors are my own.

A heavy case of nerves flowed through Damian’s system as the start of Wrestlemania XL grew closer. The vibe of the crowd already in their seats made its way into Gorilla where plenty of backstage talent and crew members were gathered.

Seth Rollins was there exchanging pre match whispers with his wife, Becky Lynch. The former already dressed in his over-the-top mummer-inspired outfit. It was outlandish but it fit the wrestler to a T.

His opponent, Drew McIntyre was there as well. Their match kicked off night two. Seth’s World Heavyweight Championship title up for grabs.

The purple Money In The Bank briefcase felt like it weighed a hundred pounds in his grasp. Aside from that World Heavyweight Title, the briefcase – securing him an opportunity at a title shot – was the most important object in the room.

He just needed the opportunity to cash in his title shot. Last night during Night One, an opportunity never arose. Roman Reigns never gave him an opening during his tag team match. Plus, he had The Rock next to him. He didn’t want to take the risk of anything going wrong.

Everything had to be perfect.

The venue – Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia – was perfect. The city was nearly next door to the city where he got his start in wrestling. A jump across the Walt Whitman Bridge and a quick ride down 42 and he’d be in Atlantic City.

When he arrived at the stadium earlier in the day, he took a moment to walk out on the ramp and stare. Very few other people moved around save for a few crew members double checking wires and camera views. A handful of stadium workers walking through the seats double checking. The feeling of being alone in such a vast space was nearly overwhelming. He felt incredibly small in the grand structure.

Closing his eyes Damian imagined the stadium packed from the field to the very last row at the top of the stadium. The noise of the crowd could almost vibrate the ground beneath his feet. He’d been in that stadium once before with it rocking enough to feel the earth move.

When he’d opened his eyes it wasn’t the ring in the middle of the field he saw but the unblemished green grass with the Eagles logo on the 50 yard line. Unable to stop, his eyes centered himself in the stadium, gathering his bearings and navigated to the section of seats to his right and up to the top where once upon he was there in section 244 seat 26.

Even now, nine years later he could feel those cold temps of the late Sunday night in December. He could hear the cheers of the crowd and the slamming of shoulder pads together. See the white smoke from fireworks popping off from the wing-like canopies at the top of the stadium covering his seat after yet another Philadelphia touchdown. Could feel the soft lips against his in a celebratory kiss. There had been plenty of those that night.

“Yo. Priest you okay?”

Damian shook away the sparkling blue eyes chanting out the spelling of Eagles pumping an arm in the air with each letter to see his teammate and best friend, Rhea Ripley in front of him.

“Nerves man,” Damian stated in a half truth. It was better than explaining how his thoughts got away from him on the absolute most important day of his wrestling career.

“You got this,” Rhea told him firmly, slapping her hands on his shoulders.

“I really can’t believe this is happening….” Inside he was vibrating and it took everything he had to appear calm on the outside.

“You deserve this.”

He pulled her into a hug by a hand on the back of her head. She became his person from nearly the moment they met in NXT. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. They were the best of friends.

The show kicked off with Stephanie McMahon and then Drew McIntyre’s music played over the stadium’s system. As Seth made his way to the ring, he pulled the black hoodie he wore over his ring gear over his head. There were plenty of monitors in Gorilla to watch the match, but he couldn’t bring himself to look.

His friends – The Judgement Day faction made up of Rhea, Finn Balor, Dominic Mysterio, and JD McDonagh – were there with him in support. His friends allowed him the opportunity to talk if he needed. They also allowed him to sit in silence. He also had his brothers and father. Even with all the back up, it did little to settle the nerves. He stretched. He meditated bent over at the waist with his hands in his knees and eyes staring at the briefcase on the floor between his legs.

So many changes occurred in the months and days leading up to Wrestlemania, he wasn’t sure another change wasn’t coming. He didn’t know the proper word that would describe the devastation if Creative pulled an audible. This was his moment.

The perfect time.

Sometime later he was standing in the middle of Gorilla with his arms spread out while a crew member worked baby oil over his arms and shoulders. The oil served a couple of purposes. It made it harder for opponents to grip. It also allowed some moves to go off better with the extra fluidity the oil provided. Mainly, it was an aesthetic for visual appearance allowing muscles to pop and appear more defined under the lights.

Then it was time. The crowd roared as Drew’s music hit declaring him the winner and Seth was ducking through the curtain.

Damian turned his head to met Seth coming back at the same time the wrestler was slapping his chest. He reached out with one armed and hugged the worn out wrestler.

“I told you it was all gonna be worth it, baby,” Seth breathed heavily. His body worn out and tingling with pain mostly centered on his knee. He knew there was another surgery in his future but his night wasn’t over yet. “The biggest moment of your life,” he told Damian, slapping his hands on his upper arms. “I am so happy for you,” he gripped Damian’s chin with a hand giving it a small shake. “Enjoy.”

Damian nodded at him as the small smattering of people clapped for the veteran wrestler. He may be older than Seth, but Seth had years in the business on him. Years of being a big name, the top draw. He had mad respect for him.

He blew out a breath and danced on his feet. The briefcase in his right hand. Hands poised in either side of the curtain. A ref – his friend, Eddie – hovering behind him, ready to make that run to the ring with him.

Then it was time.

His music hit and everything else fell away. He was in the zone.

He sprinted down the ramp with the briefcase in hand. The crowd a complete blur. They could be screaming their heads off or sitting in the seats quiet like they were in church. He didn’t know. He circled the ring and lifted the briefcase, ramming it into Drew’s head, knocking the new champion off his feet. The briefcase flew from his hands on impact nearly flying into the stands.

Grabbing it quickly, he shoved the briefcase into Eddie’s hands. “I’m cashing in!” He yelled. “Right now!” He gave a little shove as he let go of the briefcase, barely waiting for Eddie to make his way to the timekeeper’s box before turning his attention back to Drew. Drew still laid on the ground. In the corner of his eye, he saw CM Punk standing on the announce table, a smirk on his face watching the events take place.

He could hear the announcer Michael Cole’s “Priest is cashing right now!” from the announce table.

Picking up Drew from ringside, he tossed him into the ring before climbing in after. He rolled in after the man as Eddie called for the bell.

The bell rang and he wrapped his fingers around Drew’s neck in a choke hold. He placed his other hand on Drew’s lower back and lifted the man high in the air, slamming him down into the mat. Drew bounced in the mat and Damian quickly fell over the man. He wrapped an arm under his leg and rolled his body back. He was laying on Drew’s shoulders, adding his entire weight on the man.

One.

Two.

Three.

Eddie’s hand slapped the mat in quick succession. It could have been hours. Or minutes. That final slap happened and Damian’s ears popped and cleared. The stadium went crazy. He popped off Drew on his knees and threw his arms back in a roar of victory.

His music started playing and he jumped up pumping his arms together before he flexed his arms out to either side, tossing them back as he released another roar. As he lifted his head back up, the dreads slapped him in the face.

“And here is your winner…”

He stalked the ring in a half circle before Eddie was there to present him the title – his title. Damian nearly snatched it out of his hands.

“And NEEEEEEW world heavyweight champion…”

He raised his hands high above his head in victory. The title clutched tightly in the grip of his right hand. Eddie’s hard grip on his wrist holding it up.

“Daamienn Preeeist!"

He released another guttural roar as the fans went wild all around him. Once again he could feel the vibrations beneath his feet as the crowd gave him the loudest reaction of his career.

He climbed through the ropes and jumped down to the ground. His eyes followed the ramp up to the top where he saw Rhea, Finn, Dom, and JD gathered waiting for him. He couldn’t wait to celebrate with them.

Emotions started to swirl in him as he stalked up the ramp toward his friends. After all the years he spent fighting and trying to make it in this business. The sacrifices he made. The people he lost along the way…

“Damian I love you!”

It’s a scream he’s heard a thousand times. Damian wasn’t sure what made him look to his right. He planned on smiling at the woman, maybe sending her a wink and keep moving up the ramp. That all fell away when his eyes met the woman. Shock took over elation and his steps faltered.

She smiled at him and he was taken back to that night in 2013 high above the field when she jumped into his arms jostling the people in the row in front of them who were too excited (and maybe too drunk) to care.

Damian knew he needed to make his way up the ramp and into the Gorilla so the show could go on, but he moved in her direction without thought. The pull was too much. It’s been too long.

He stood in front of her, breathing heavily from everything that’s happened in the last five minutes.

Was it even five minutes from the time he tore through the curtain and now? He didn’t know.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. People all around her vied for his attention. He felt their touches on his arms and the tickling touches on his sides from people just close enough to make contact. The noise of the crowd faded around him. It felt like he was underwater with the muted noise. People blurred as he stared into her eyes.

“Luis…”

Damian’s breath caught at the whisper of his real name. How he heard it over the crowd, he didn’t know. It just proved he was locked in on her. His feet moved on their own accord and before he knew it she was wrapped up tight in his arms. A feeling of home washed over him. He damned the coat she wore as he pressed his hands into her back. He was probably hurting her as the championship belt was digging into her back, but he couldn’t let the belt go or her. Her hands pressed against his back. His skin on fire where she touched and he wished the contact was skin on skin. He damned the barricade between them that kept them separated from the waist down.

Her body shuddered in his arms and leaned into him. He happily accepted her weight. “Fuck…” he uttered, tightening his hold. Time was of the essence and the window for him to keep standing in her arms rapidly closing.

“I gotta go…” he whispered directly into her ear after ducking his head down and adjusting his arms in an attempt to hide his face from prying eyes and cell phone cameras and online lip readers. His words caused her arms to tighten and her hands to press harder into him.

He wanted to keep her with him forever. He wanted to lift her in his arms and carry her with him to the back. “Please stay,” he pleaded, not sure what he meant. What could he do going forward? “I’ll…” He’ll what? What could he do? He was about to enter pure chaos when he reached Gorilla. There were interviews, photoshoots, press conferences… he dad was back there. His brothers… “Just don’t go.” He settled with, hoping she’ll agree to stay for the rest of the show to give him time to think about his next move. He wasn’t letting her go.

When she nodded her head, he squeezed her in his arms one last time. He slowly pulled away and their eyes met again. Emotions swirled in hers. Sure they did in his too.

The noise of the crowd threatened the bubble they were in. He cupped her face with his hands. The title still clutched in his right hand, he had to settle for his knuckles touching the soft skin of her cheek. Without thought to who was watching, what cell phone was on him, or even what WWE camera had him in view, he ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers. It was quick – much quicker than he would have liked – but stole his breath nonetheless. As he lifted his head, he ran his thumb over her cheek in a soft caress before he forced himself to leave her.

Luis was pushed to the side and Damian appeared once he caught sight of his friends still gathered at the top of the ramp. Reaching the top, he held his arms wide motioning them to come to him. Finn reached him first wrapping his arms around him from the right. Dom from the left. JD met him from the front jumping into the pile before Rhea joined at last.

They jumped up and down in excitement. Hands slapped backs and arms squeezed necks.

“Raise the title up, mate!”

Damian took Finn’s advice and turned around on top of the stage. With his music still playing, he gripped the title in both hands and held it high in the air. He’s friends gathered on either side of him with their arms raised. A cameraman stood in front of him capturing the moment that would live forever.

In Gorilla he was met with applause. Adam Pearce was the first to meet him with a slap to his back. Damian stood there with a huge grin on his face, taking it all on. Arms wrapped around him from behind from JD. He tapped his chest, his heart working double time. Rhea was right there and he drew her to him with his free arm wrapped over her shoulders. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a squeezing hug.

“You’re the fucking champion,” she declared in his ear, her voice wavering as she fought to hold her tears back.

Damian laughed. “Couldn’t have done it without you, Rips.”

“Bullshit,” Rhea spat as they rocked back and forth. “And don’t think I won’t be asking what you were doing with that fan…”

He released her with another laugh and felt his face heat. “You saw that?”

“We all saw that,” Finn was next to draw him into a hug. “Love you man.”

Finn knew every emotion he was feeling and going through having won the Universal Title for Raw back in 2016 when Damian was still taking his licks in the independent circuit. Finn had to relinquish the title the next day because of injury and has been trying to claw his way back to the top title scene ever since. Even though Damian currently held the top title on Raw, he hoped his friend got there.

Damian was then met with Triple H. “Thank you,” he told the man, his voice thick with emotion. It was Paul who gave him this opportunity. Without Paul, he would still be an unknown name stuck down in NXT or even worse.

“You earned this.” Paul said into his ear with accompanying back slaps. “You have worked hard and deserve every moment of this. Just let me know if you plan on making out with a fan every time.”

Damian gave a surprised bark of laughter as the hug broke. “Not a fan.”

His eyes must have given something away, for Paul smiled at him before slapping his shoulder one more time. “Congratulations.”

“Now you don’t gotta carry that stupid briefcase around anymore.”

Damian turned and met CM Punk coming to him. “Hey man,” he laughed. He didn’t say it, but he was probably going to miss that thing. It had been a staple at his side since he won it back in July. Then again, the thing was an embarrassing accessory at times especially when he was going through the airport.

There were so many people congratulating and hugging him. He took it all in. He spent the the longest time in the arms of his father, who hugged him tight as he told him how proud he was. His own eyes welled with tears hearing his father’s voice waver with emotion.

Before he knew it an hour passed by and he was starting to take photos. By himself with the championship title. With Triple H. With Rhea.

“Why do you keep fucking with your leg?”

Damian removed his hand from the inside of his thigh in a quick manner like he’d been caught red handed. “Man, I put on my gear earlier and it ripped right in the seam.” He cocked his knee and reached down showing her where the seam came apart in the middle of his thigh. “I have black tights on under to hide it.”

“You dumbass.” Rhea laughed. “Why didn’t you just go back to wardrobe and have them sew it?” She wrapped her arm around his back while he did the same. They each held their belts up with their free hand.

“I just wanted to be left alone. Everyone I passed in the halls kept asking if I was gonna cash in. I couldn’t get away from it.”

Rhea understood. They all tried to give Damian his space in the hours leading up to the start of Wrestlemania. They didn’t bombard him with questions. They let him have his peace. They talked if he wanted to. Most importantly they were just there for him.

“You gonna tell me what that little scene was after you won?”

Damian knew the questions were coming, especially from Rhea. He wasn’t someone who got embarrassed easily but he felt his face heat. He looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet.

“Come on,” Rhea needled him. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone? You don’t have to keep that from me.” Lord knows it would be nice to be on the advice giving side of relationships after she pestered Damian so much during the early stages of her own relationship with Matt.

“I’m not. Come on. I would tell you.”

“You just randomly pick a fan out of the stands and kiss her?”

Damian shook his head. “Remember when you weren’t sure if you wanted to take a chance on Matt?”

Rhea nodded. She was a mess back then probably still is in some cases. Trying to torpedo her own fledging relationship before it could even start due to her own anxiety and insecurities. “Yeah, you told me a story about…” she broke off and her eyes widened. “That’s her?”

Damian shook his head in affirmation. “Yeah.”

“No shit,” Rhea said in disbelief. During a late night where she once again brought up her fledging relationship with Matt, seeking Damian’s advice. Their relationship was more of a sexual nature, not for lack of trying on Matt’s part. It was Rhea who kept herself at a distance because there were so many issues that could crop up dating a fellow wrestler. A messy break up with a co-worker. Locker room talk. One of them being let go… there were so many reasons that entered her mine. Some sound, most relied on planets aligning, some made up in her head.

‘Why are you taking all this on your shoulders? Matt has a say in all this too.’ Then Damian opened up about an old relationship where the issues were different, the result was the same. He carried it all on his shoulders and didn’t allow the woman to have a say. He made the decision on his own to walk away.

‘It’s one of the biggest regrets that I have.’

“Did you know she was gonna be here?”

Damian shook his head again. “No idea.”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“What can I do?” Damian looked at his friend. “I’m stuck here for who knows how long. I asked her to stay, but again… when can I actually get to her?”

“You once gave me great advice on my own relationship when I wouldn’t get out of my own way.” Rhea moved closer and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “She’s here for a reason, Dame...”

“To watch Wrestlemania…”

Rhea rolled her eyes. “It’s an absolute shock you were able to give me advice with Matt when you truly are an absolute idiot…”

“Hey…” Damian was offended.

“That woman is not here to watch Wrestlemania you idiot. She’s here to see you!”

“I mean…maybe?”

Rhea growled in frustration. She spun away from her friend, walking toward a table where a couple of backstage crew members were gathered. “Anyone have a piece of paper and a pen?”

“Yeah, here.” One of the women reached inside a brown leather bound portfolio. She tore off a piece of paper along the perforated edge.

It was a smaller than the legal pad Rhea saw inside the binder but it would serve its purpose. She grabbed a pen from the scattering of BIC pens on the table. Walking back to Damian, she handed him the objects.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Write her a note. Give her your phone number.” Rhea found it hard to believe Damian could be this dense. She found it harder to believe she acted this way when Damian was trying to steer her toward the path she wanted to take but was too scared. “If she calls you or messages, then you know she wasn’t just here to watch.”

Damian saw the merit in Rhea’s idea. He couldn’t get away from his backstage obligations. There was no way to truly estimate a time he would be free. She couldn’t wait in the stands forever. A note could be given to her explaining.

He moved away to get some privacy. He held the paper to the wall with one hand before writing just a short line and his phone number. Why he didn’t think of doing this before, he had no idea. His brain was firing on too many circuits with not only winning the championship but seeing her again after all this time.

Without hesitating, he ended the note with an L.

‘Luis…’

He could still hear his whispered name from her lips.

Maybe Rhea was right and she was here to see him.

“Hey,” Rhea pulled a young crew member over to them. “Did you see the woman in the crowd with Damian?”

The crew member chuckled. “We all did.”

“You remember where she was sitting and what she looks like?” Damian folded the note in half, creasing it with his fingers. When the crew member nodded he handed off the paper. “Please give this to her?”

The crew member was gone with a nod.

Later, while he was sitting behind the microphone for his time-slot at the Wrestlemania press conference, changed from his ring gear into a custom suit, his phone vibrated against his thigh. With an ear listening to the question about his title being the ‘workhorse title’, a phrase coined by Seth Rollins, he slipped his phone from his pocket.

‘I’ll be there.’

Those words made him want to throw his hands out to his sides with his fists clenched, throw his head back and roar to the sky like he did in the ring after winning the championship. He settled for a wide grin and turned his attention back to the reporters.

Next Chapter

[liljakonvalj]

I just finished the last book in the underland Chronicles for the first time, and here's a jumbled mess of my thoughts: (spoilers, ofc)

Gregor is SO young.

Like I know the books are intended for middle schoolers and they are his age. But he is 11 and 12, carting around a toddler and a varied band of more or less trustworthy allies. He is tasked with saving a world by risking his life, whom he's actually not part of, not one but FOUR separate times (the fourth book wasn't an actual quest given, it kind of spiralled into one). Meanwhile he has to worry for every single member of his family's mental and/or physical health, including his parents.

I know it's lame, but Where are the Adults who actually think of the children, and letting them be children??

Luxa should not have to shoulder any of her responsibilities at such a young age

Bartholomew of Sandwich is an asshole and none of his words should be followed frankly. Hate that guy

I think Gregor is such a good protagonist. Love that guy

I love Temp and Twitchtip, and I like all the good companions. Shout-out to Gox and Tick

(SPOILER) I cried more than I expected when Twitchtip was confirmed dead. She deserved none of the shit she got.

Tbh I found Gregor really easy to follow along all the time. It was satisfying that he lost it when I heard of Twitchtip died because I was crying too. I too was fed up with Luxa and the other underlanders for disregarding Temp and the other cockroaches in the first books. I was freaking out too when he saw his sisters on the other side of the last battlefield. Just to mention a few. But he felt what I wanted him to feel, that isn't always the case.

I liked how Ripred grew on me in the same time he did Gregor. I too didn't like him in the start, but I was sad when I heard of his death. And then relieved at his grand entrance

The mice genocide will honestly stay with me for a long time. The cruelty of it

Same with Salovet's battle tactics, both before the book and during. Her cruelty towards not only her enemies but her son too. And the other humans nonchalance to it, like with her burning two rats as an example.

So many people down there needs therapy

Imagine if Gregor had been a fully grown, lisenced psychologist and how that could've changed everything??

Before I end I need to refute someone I saw in the tags of a post, who were like (paraphrasing) "how unnecessary Ares' death was, it could've been avoided had Gregor just killed Bane as a kid"

And no that isn't the point. Sure the rats wouldn't have unified behind him specifically, but they still would've unified behind Someone. And that someone would probably have been an even better leader, and Ares might've still perished during the fight.

But that Gregor chose to spare a life and chose to give hope instead. The whole series about hope! And that he dared to hope that he could give Pearlpelt a good life ... It's really impactful to me. That takes a lot of strength to dare to act on that hope, and try to break a vicious cycle. That decision says so much about his character, and he did the right thing.

The parallels to our own world at the end. And there's hope for us too.

Tldr: good series, 10/10. Would recommend. Cried several times.

[yingdu-lover]

(Reads your tags reblogging my post) Oh cool lol

Seriously though, tell me about it! :) What are your thoughts on Link Click getting a happy ending other than wanting it to? What’s your reasoning for it making sense? :)

Hiiiii! it's so nice 🥹 to meet people who root for link click happy ending. ftghvuhjdhhjjk.. anyways. I saw your ask the moment you sent it but I was collecting sources (Tumblr meta/twitter thread) for your easy access. That will be a LOT of reading and I think I missed a few posts. I'll add once I find them (I need to get better at tagging 😭)

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This was my first meta. Even though it gets heavier in theory, I think you'll find it interesting! I argued here how Shiguang represents Yin/Yang who can't exist without each other. Either they both die from the same realm or exist together. Separation does not fit them.

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Extraordinary thread. You can follow Temps on twitter, they have brilliant and insightful analysis! Also Centofu. They argue how Cheng Xiaoshi is NOT the dead wife. He appears to be but it is lc typical illusion.

(Before pasting other links I want to give you a summary of my theory. So, narratologically speaking, every storytelling (except for absurd tragi-comedy, link click is ofc not an absurd tragi-comedy) has to make a journey from point A to point B, weaving a significant difference along the way. In simpler terms, you can't revert back to point zero. It doesn't make sense. It won't signify anything.

Every tragic tragedy opens with a very happy setting and then things go downhill and that's why the tragedy hits hard. By definition, comedy is a genre that starts with a depressing/sad setting, there are hindrances and then happy ending makes so sense, it becomes satisfactory.

Now, tell me, exactly when link click was happy in the beginning? it has the doomed narrative even before the narrative began. Cheng Xiaoshi, the protagonist died BEFORE the story even began and Lu Guang has been hurting since S1 (or before). We were just not aware of it. Would it really make a justifiable artistic journey if link click begins with Cheng Xiaoshi's death and Lu Guang's pain and then AGAIN ends with Cheng Xiaoshi's death and Lu Guang's acceptance of his death? Huh. It will be an extremely dull move. For a genius story like Link Click, I have a hard time accepting the fact that it will sail in that direction.

Also, Shiguang are heavily paralleled with noodle lesbians (do you know that in real life they are very close male colleagues working in the Haoliners Animation League lmao), Dong Yi/Xu Shanshan, Liu Siwen and his wife story; each and every story tells how sincerity of love transcends the wrath of fate. Also if you tell me, but yk Shiguang are explicitly paralleled with Chen Bin/his wife in S2 ep 12 so they are doomed right?

Well, you remember what Cheng Xiaoshi said while diving into old Chen Bin and proposing his wife going back in time right after Chen Bin's funeral? He said : In another lifetime, I promise that I will never leave you.

Those are Cheng Xiaoshi's words to Lu Guang. Our timeline is basically their next life. Cheng Xiaoshi died and the past world crumbled and destroyed with him, it no longer exists (yes, director haoling li said that parallel timelines don't exist. the moment lu guang dived into a new photo, the reality of the last world stopped existing) so, in a sense, lu guang also doesn't exist in that timeline. It's like...they both died. And now it's their next life trying to be with each other.

Another strong evidence of lc happy ending is The Eye, Yingdu's opening- from lyrics to visual storytelling everything hints at a shiguang happy ending with qiao ling's active intervention. This song has a literal discourse. If you are interested, I'll list the analysis in a separate post.)

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Yingdu ep 1 is actually a very hopeful and strong anti-death narrative if I say despite literal horror maiming us in the beginning...it's so good (I think I didn't 😭 complete the review tho)

4.

Ah Shakespeare. As we know that Shakespeare's poet speaker (lg clearly) is attempting to save his beloved fair youth (cxs our precious boy) from the scythe of death and fate. Yingdu stresses on Shakespeare sonnets very much, so this metatexual reading is important if you ask me.

5.

We should leave the fuck out in front of Bilibili and learn how to not give a single fuck about your favourite ship. I suggest watching Bilibili's every Yingdu edit on twitter.

6.

ah, do not forget to read the reblogs for more critical and hopeful discussions

7.

The whole yearning poem of lg genius link clickers deciphered

8.

hahahaha, Temps again.

9.

My analysis on shiguang parallels with Dong Yi/Xu Shanshan story.

I should have saved my noodle lesbians and Liu Siwen post too..ugh anyways I'll add them when I find them