#Also If someone whose actually good at making gifs could work their magic on the whole 'Komm her!' Scene that would be amazing!

[doctor-badadvice]

Let's talk about Fast Forward for a bit.

Specifically I want to talk about the main theme of that season: why? Why did the art style deteriorate so much? Why did the writing get so bad? Why did this come out before season 5 but also supposedly happens after season 5 and at the same time only occasionally acknowledges its events? Why is there a kid now? Why am I watching this when I only really care about maybe three episodes at best?

Because I was bored. But let's go with order.

I'm going to say it now, I'm still going to claim there is no season 6 in Ba Sing Se. But at the same time, it isn't all that bad actually?

Here's the thing. FF was inevitable for many reasons. TMNT, with its aliens and magic, has the potential to go on forever. However, at some point "turtle fatigue" will set in. In the 80s, this happened around season 7 which yeah, it's about 150 episodes in. For the 2003 show it happens around season 5 but this doesn't mean the higher-ups will try stupid changes to bring back the old glory.

Moreover, the show brought it upon itself. The main culprits, so to speak, are the writing's insistence on portraying consequences as much as possible (see: Leo's scarred shell for instance), as well as season 4 with its funny gory shift (see: that one episode where Baxter watches his own body fall apart which wow).

So it isn't unexpected that the higher-ups and especially the toy maker went "Kids, could you lighten up a little?" and messed up everything that was good about the show.

So this is basically why I don’t like FF. Five seasons are a long commitment. You have to sit through the ninja tribunal arc which is boring as hell, then have to be really patient and accept that there are just dragons now for some reason. Then FF comes up and it has nothing of what you previously enjoyed. The style is different, too flat and kinda clunky and ugly in some spots, nothing that happened before matters and now Cody is there.

Remember networks, kids don't want to watch other kids go on adventures in their place and it doesn't get better with age. But you do you.

So I despised FF but after rewatching the season on its own, I have to make amends in some spots.

The general impression when you watch FF on its own, without the better stuff still fresh in mind and with something to do during the dull parts, is that of good background noise.

It takes many steps backwards. The turtles are suddenly less competent at fighting where it's convenient, their personalities are more one dimensional depending on the plot and they're kinda shitty to each other for no reason. They really suffer from that serial effect where the reset button is hit as soon as the credits roll. They used to go out to murder the Shredder knowing they might die and now it's "Today Mikey really wants a new video game and next episode we're going to a fancy party with the kid dressed in the dumbest suits ever and a silly happens :)"

Splinter also gets sidetracked a lot and he's more there to occasionally call the turtles whippersnappers but again, there isn't much of a reason for him to step in anymore.

And this brings me to the villains. I feel like the turtles only work as well as their villains. They work when they're getting into a fight with a local street gang, or trying to kick an alien empire out of the planet before everyone dies. They work when the Shredder actually does something meaningful and generally speaking are going against someone actually dangerous.

The first five seasons had Shredder, the Foot, Hun, the Triceratons and Bishop. FF has an annoying wrestler whose main priority is property damage, a gang of netrunners who I wish got up to more interesting things than scalping and quoting the Matrix, literal evil twins from the tv trope literal evil twins, and the idiots in charge.

The idiots in charge are of course beloved uncle Darius and Sh'Okanabo.

These two really are something. Darius is essentially that guy from the first Iron Man movie. He's the acting CEO because the owner is a literal child. He smiles and preaches big keeping up the facade of benevolent company of the shiny Earth utopia but he has a dark secret which is that he's making guns and a mecha suit for himself and Cody takes several episodes to realize this for some reason.

You'd think Darius would stop being a threat the moment his dark deeds are uncovered since his whole thing is "evil capitalist guy is evil". But no, he's gonna go higher, he's going to ally with Shittibobo because he needs new genetically modified minions he can badmouth while fucking around all day in his sewers loft and we don't even get the payoff of Darius realizing that he's being fucked over by an alien during the Day of Awakening.

Plus because of how afraid FF is to explore anything heavier than Mikey insisting they go out to achieve explosive diarrhea from questionable junk food, even the fact that Darius is an abusive father figure for Cody has no real importance because Cody is only allowed to look sad on screen for five seconds. Remove Darius and the overall season arc remains the same.

What about the other guy? Well, Sushibooboo is the supposed big bad of the season. He's an alien who wants to kill life on Earth to steal resources. He's something beloved President Bishop goes out of his way to personally murder. But the only thing he achieves is to confirm that he's just offensively stupid.

Sh'Okanabo is supposedly an alien boogeyman who's so evil he just can't be real, right? Unfortunately, he's the literal cause of his own demise.

Since the turtles are more than content with babysitting Cody and going around complaining about historical accuracies like that one Futurama episode, they don't know who Sh'Okanabo is and after talking to Bishop they don't care to find out. Great. This means he can operate in the dark, grow his eggs and prepare to kill everyone, right? No way. In pure Sasalele style, he goes out of his way to attack the turtles, tell them what he’s up to and scare them enough to start to actively prepare to fight him.

And on top of that he wastes time to build a time machine because somehow Shredder had to return for one episode which in turn almost fucks up his plan entirely since his ship almost explodes.

So I still don't like FF because of the way the writing plummeted. A lot of stuff happens because it's convenient and often falls back into exquisitely 90s/2000s tropes (see: the obviously evil guy gets away with evil deeds because the parents/cops/people with power are blind and children are stupid, that one car race episode which is a repeat of the previous car race episode from earlier in the show, a female character who's only there to be a love interest and is allowed to be smart and cute because Cody likes them smart and cute, just to name a few). The turtles get dumber depending on the episode and there are some attempts at comedy like Starlee's shitty family that give out levels of second hand embarrassment not seen since Star Trek TNG.

But I don't hate this season entirely either. FF is just very mid and it makes me think that it could have worked as a standalone show for a while because you can watch it more or less. I'm just this isn't what we got in place of the actual show because it wouldn’t have lasted.

Still I did enjoy some things:

Torbin Zixx is fun. He has some interesting tricks, even though 60% of them only work because the turtles are written especially stupid in his episodes. Plus he steals Bishop's space shuttle which is glorious

I ended up liking Sterling a little towards the end. I still feel like his humor is a sanitized version of Baxter's but I like that he collects clips of the turtles getting hurt to watch to calm down and that he's actually always ready to throw hands

President Bishop is so stupid, yet brilliant (and I'm going to talk about him in a separate post because the worldbuilding is really something and I have OPINIONS)

Raph commenting that power armors are so last season while fighting Darius made me chuckle even though I won't tolerate this supersuit slander

This moment:

[dracowars]

Healer Draco x reader - Draco and reader work together. Reader has the day off but something happens and is rushed to St Mungos. Draco is the healer working in the Er and sees you come in and rushes to help you. He has to perform surgery, he gets nervous but everything goes fine. Draco takes care of reader till they are better

patch me up | draco malfoy

pairing: healer!draco x healer!reader

word count: 1,0k

summary: where draco has to perform surgery on y/n

a/n: enjoy and feel free to give me feedback <3

warnings: angst, mentions of injuries, surgery, mentions of theft and assault, near death experience, cursing

universe: harry potter

“We need a healer over here quickly!”, one of the nurses frantically calls through the entrance area of the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, which is why not only colleagues notice her, but also other patients who are still hoping for admission or who have already been admitted and just went for a little walk. Immediately, Draco’s attention is drawn to the incoming troop of nurses and healers, who are wheeling in a stretcher containing what appears to be a severe injured witch.

Draco, who was just busy explaining to an old woman what medication her husband needs to take soon, quickly apologizes himself, throwing the clipboard with the data on the counter of the reception, and storms after his colleagues to the operating room for emergencies. He catches up with them in no time, but can’t get a good look at the injury in the narrow corridors, so he has to be satisfied with the brief explanation of one of the other healers who brought the patient in.

“We got a call from a muggle-born wizard who found her in a side street. Apparently, she was robbed and then attacked with a knife. I can’t say for sure if important organs are affected because our priority was to bring her here first”, his colleague explains under extreme stress and for a moment Draco wonders what caused him to suddenly behave like this. The St. Mungo’s takes care of wizards and witches with all sorts of injuries every single day, from serious to minor injuries, and his colleagues have never been so hectic before. It is only when Draco sees who the victim of the horrific attack is that he understands.

And all of a sudden, his knees become very weak, and he too becomes extremely hectic.

“How could that happen?!”, he asks, shaken, trying not to show his absolute desperation while his heart beats painfully. The best healer St. Mungo’s has ever seen lies badly injured on a stretcher on the way to the operating room, unconscious and barely breathing, and there is nothing Draco can do about it.

Helplessness spreads through him until he realizes what he is actually doing here. Once they reach the surgery room, Draco, scared or not, slips into the role of the healer he usually is. One of the best, that is.

“I need a lot of space. Five nurses to me. Will someone cut her top, please?”, Draco commands everyone else who was just waiting for his words, putting on gloves. His heart is beating in his throat, but his hands are not shaking a single bit. Not even when he gets a better view of your wound and the extent of it now that your top is no longer blocking the view. It does not take him two seconds to decide what to do.

Normally, it is quite rare that injuries and illnesses caused by muggles need to be healed at St. Mungo’s. Missing bones, dragon attacks, petrification – Draco has dealt with all of these successfully. But a normal knife whose blade disappears into your abdomen? Happens less here.

Nevertheless, these circumstances do not stop Draco and after a few hours the surgery has been successful, and you are taken to a room for further observation. Draco releases a breath that he did not even realize he was holding in as he slips the gloves off his hands and throws them away. Thanking his colleagues, he announces his lunch break, but makes his way straight to your room.

When he gets there, the realization hits him: you have been attacked and robbed. One of those disgusting muggles left you for death in a back alley if it was not for a few good people in this world.

Taking another deep breath, Draco pulls a chair to the side to sit next to your bed and gives you and inquiring look. You heart rate has returned to normal, but the anesthetic is still doing its work. It should not take long before you wake up again and when that happens, Draco needs to be by your side, which is why he is more than glad to extend his break and skip his later break for it.

Not even half an hour later, you slowly start to stir awake and find your way back into the here and now. At first you have a hard time opening your eyes due to the glare of the overhead lights, but as soon as you succeed, you meet Draco’s concerned gaze.

“How are you?”, he immediately asks and moves his chair a little closer, putting his hand on the bed, close to your hand but not actually touching it. His question makes you chuckle humorlessly as you remember what happened.

“These assholes. They stole my purse!”, you state indignantly, wanting to riot with your entire body, but your injury makes it impossible. Pouting, you lean further back into the soft pillow.

“Is that seriously the only thing you can think about right now? Y/N, you nearly died!”, Draco explains, unable to understand how you can be worrying about your purse when he was so scared for you.

“I know, I know. Thank you”, you try to calm him down quickly, but your head keeps replaying how you tried to defend yourself from your attacker. “It just annoys me that I didn’t hit him better with my fist!”

“Y/N, do you even realize how dangerous that situation was?”, Draco asks blankly, not able to suppress a sigh at your words. The concern that is literally written all over his face makes you smile a little. The fact that he was afraid for you only shows you how important you are to him, even though you annoy and tease him at work every day. With a smile, you put your hand on his and look at him, his eyes lighting up as your eyes meet.

“I knew it was dangerous. But I also knew that I could count on you to patch me up again.”

“You are unbelievable.”

[bookishtheaterlover7]

👸- Ok lets get things straught

Unless someone held a newspaperup like a kidnapping to show proof of date the photo could be as o as old as 2017 he got dodger in 2015(possible 2016 idk when gifted stoped filming but they started in oct 2015 and he has more black kn his nose when he was younger) this shows minus someone, not necessarily a man, with a white kneee, thowrtically the person could be Latinx or Asian etc. 

THEY ARE DOING THIS TO GET FANS ATTENTION. They know we love dodger we've said leave dodger alone so another dodger oic and people are up in arms... they're troll dont go for it. At least he isn't speared in half again by a leg.

B) dodger going to doggy day care... wow. Sound the alarm. Now i dont know much about the video ive seen the photo and honestly it may not be dodger. His coloring isn't THAT unique. The quality is also bad too. I mean i could sqear that was my friends dog in the corner too. But i imagine Chris went out of his way to make sure dodger was well socialized because hed be around kids and in thr video with aly rushmans dog it showed dodger can be unknowingly a little rambunctious with small dodgs but who wouldnt get excited with a cute new puppy  playmate even though dodger givrs off the:  im not an animal im a human vibe. 

Who says that also isnt where a lot of cast and crew put thier dogs? Yes Im assuming its for a film and based on the placement of the tiles and the way they are a diffrent color it seems like it is purposely a diffrent type of tile... why? I dont know but its awfully evenly spaced and copied a couple feet down.

Ive seen people even claim that chris uses dodger for people to like him.  Hes now Will and Jada acting like theyre still a thing 6 years after they seperate. Its a man and his dog do you see the way Chris looks at him? If chris was that good of an actor we'd all be thinking he was really in love  with little miss nazi and no mstter what they do now i wont believe  it just cause he hasnt looked happy in 2 years UNLESS Dodger was the subject... 

You also see too many people talking too many nce things about dodger and chris with dodger

When this whatever shit started we saw a lot of orgs and fellow celebs pull away from chris a lot less birthday wishises publically  one of chris reoccuring costars (not scarjo or A.D.A.) had a very heartwarming and touching birrhday with with a few examples of how nice he is. There are also reports thst he lets people use his houses etc. when hes not in town. Now people ahve pulled away from him publically. We all know chris isnt a golden boy but when companies and charities stop working with someone suddenly (many stopped after the first pap walk) despite other issues it to me sayshe was nice enough to want to be associated with before.  I think its a fine line of what people will and wont tolerate and yes theres trolls and clout chasers but when ebolas associations and beliefs came out many broke away when a cetain company recived complaints things were dropped we all know a campaign was fropped and they mostly use OBJ and one of the founders dog whose has very VERY similar collerings to dodger. They also seemed to not get the enagwment they wanted on the cintest as it was like they were shoving it down people's throat. I do believe once things are over (whatever the truth is-theres do dobut its toxic otherwise chris wouldnt be looking like he does) there will magically be another campaign. 

Now people turn in seb for what a movie that is supposed to be really good? Because hes friend with someone who doesnt look like a typical movie star. 

Leave fans and their looks out of it. Be nice. Little miss nazi on the otherhand we finally saw what her soul looks like and I can actually look at these photos without wanting to puke - have no sympathy for nazis and those who hate others like that

Lastly another reminde rb/c ppl r still talking about it- 

STOP TALKING ABOUT the INTERVIEW  how many times do people have to tell you they want you to talk. Your playing into thier hands and being a pawn Nothing new was said and frankly it makes her look foolish. I relize I'm talking about it but its just to tell you all to stop talking about it because they've had to change strategies. They held back the "kiss" we all know that would've been released day off a year ago. So now they release something that like others said would not have been seen outside her country normally its been over a week. And Yes shes stupid forgetting where she is but The only thing ur doing is making their ship stay relevent.  And in peoples mouths. 

Also just an fyi to Ebola check which account you post things on... normally im.not a conspiracy theorist like that but this is getting way too stupid that fan sites are publishing things that the actors page would normally post. 

P.s. bookie lets see some of the wonderful exs chris has had gimmie some mink and jessica and Jenny to attach to Chris' tag. 

ANOTHER ONE IN THE BAG, 👸

I seriously don't know how you do it, girl...

But seriously, I'm thankful for your PSAs. And look forward to reading and posting every single one 😁

Oh, and I most certainly will! It's all in good fun 🙃

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! If you're still taking matchup requests could I please get one for LOTR and The Hobbit? Thanks so much 😊

I would probably prefer a male ship, and I go by she/her pronouns. I'm autistic with scoliosis and chronic joint pain that affects every joint in my body, from my hands to my ankles. I'm honestly not very good at taking care of myself because I often forget to eat and have a hard time letting myself rest even when I'm in pain. I'm really short like 4' 10" tall (142 cm) with long wavy brown hair and glasses. I don't feel comfortable leaving the house without a veil (bandana) or my Mjolnir necklace on.

I'm a witch whose main focus is on working with different spirits. I'm also currently planning to study Greek so I can go to college for Anthropology and study Mediterranean and Eastern European folk magic. My other hobbies include sewing, writing, journaling and drawing.

I'm very witty and good at making people laugh. I am very friendly and very sweet and I try really hard to be a good person, but if I feel wronged or like you've hurt someone I love I can actually become quite cold. I love people but I'm also an introvert who needs my space to just sit and zone out. I'm very very knowledgeable about a huge array of different things. I'm a big believer that humanity has the capacity for good and I love telling stories.

Thanks so much love, I hope you have a spectacular day/night! Take care of yourself and remember to drink lots of water!

Hello! Thank you for requesting a matchup! I am excited for you to see this bad boy ;) I hope you like it <33333

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Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You met Sam when he and his Hobbit friends went to Rivendell for figuring out who's going to take the ring to Mordor; you lived in Rivendell, being great friends with Lord Elrond, (you had pretty cool witchy powers that helped Elrond sometimes)

🥔 While the meeting was going on, you wandered a bit with Sam, he seemed a bit bored hanging around and waiting so you offered him some company; you both go to know each other, you learned that Sam loved gardening and plants in general, and Sam found out that you liked to write and draw

🥔 You had to stay back with Elrond when Sam went with Frodo and the other Fellowship members, but Sam promised that after the ring was destroyed, he'd come and see you before he went home; you both felt an incredibly strong connection between the two of you, and you had shed a few tears for Samwise The Brave as he left

🥔 After Sam got back, you reunited and spoke the entire time he was waiting for Frodo to wake up; Sam told you all about what happened and all the orcs he faced, you couldn't help but smile as he told you everything

🥔 It was hard for Sam to leave you, so he asked if you wanted to come with him, and of course, you said yes; there, Sam cooked you the best foods, (for lunch, dinner, tea time, elevensies, and whenever), he is always there to remind you to eat and rest, (which he cleaned out a storage room for you to have as a resting room whenever you got overstimulated and need to rest in peace and quiet, (such a little gentleman <3)

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The Hobbit;

Bilbo Baggins:

🌱 You met Bilbo when you were trying to get all the Dwarves to stop tossing his dishes around, even though none of them broke, you were worried about the Hobbit, you and your Dwarven friends had basically barged in and you felt pretty bad for that; you did apologize to Bilbo many times, offering to clean up after they were all done eating, (you knew that they were going to make a huge mess), and Bilbo was like (ू•ᴗ•ू)

🌱 You also helped Bilbo when he fainted, bringing him to his chair as you waved your hand to fan him, asking Ori to be a dear and bring you a glass of water for the poor Hobbit; when Bilbo awoke, he was still (ू•ᴗ•ू) and thought you were so pretty and sweet (please don't smile at him, you'll give him a heart attack)

🌱 Finally on the journey to the mountain, you rode alongside Bilbo, you both talking about everything and anything, from his love for peace and quiet and you agreeing, to your love for writing, and him agreeing; Bilbo is really interesting in all your interests, especially when you told him that you were a witch (you've bewitched him)

🌱 Bilbo also becomes quite protective of you as the days and nights go by, from making sure you have something to eat when dinner is made over the fire, and making sure you are taking breaks when you need them, and even cuddling you at night if you are too cold, (he asks first, he's such a gentleman); you fell deeper in love with the Hobbit after you had lost your favorite Mjolnir necklace during an orc fight, and Bilbo searched the grass until he found it for you, (now it was your turn to (ू•ᴗ•ू) your heart was a-fluttering)

🌱 Bilbo is in love, his heart skipping a beat with every little laugh you expel, his stomach filling up with beautiful blue butterflies, he always sighs dreamily when he thinks of you; you are obviously in love as well, obsessed with his little curls, the way his nose twitches when he's thinking or otherwise, and when he cares so much for your mental and physical well-being, you can't get over him

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[hubba1892]

Das Nest (2019) | Das kalte Haus (2022) Ich wusste, dass Du meine Frau sein wirst. In dem Moment, als ich Dich zum ersten Mal gesehen habe … da wusste ich‘s.

[istumpysk]

One of the things I have not understood is the over glorification of Littlefinger's narrative purpose amongst the book fandom especially the shippers and his Stans.

I get it the show dumbed him down but one thing I never understood is some of his fans being sadly insistent on the fact they made his character all about boinking Sansa. But that is not something made up, it's the whole gist of his character.

They say that the man who started the war of the 5 kings couldn't die by the hands of Sansa and they try to redirect his death through a supernatural entity say a corpse like Stoneheart or White Walkers but people forget that instructing Lysa to kill Jon and then telling her to write a letter to Cat so as to lure and trap Ned in Kings Landing but all of that happens before he has his eyes set on Sansa. In fact all of his politicking after Ned's death and from ACOK have revolved around Sansa. From enlisting Dontos to saying the merits of a Tyrell marriage in place of Sansa's to taking Harrenhall as a seat only to gain a title because he was lowborn enough to even marry a spurned princess to putting a wrench in her betrothal to Willas to conspire with Olenna and decide the Purple Wedding was the time to take out Sansa out of the capital to framing her husband for murder so as to widow her and to murdering Lysa to the present Vale succession that we are heading into TWOW.

I don't know why it bothers people to say that his character entirely revolves around Sansa especially from ACOK and after Ned's death. But just because his character entirely revolves around Sansa's, doesn't mean the other way around holds true. Yes he is an important part of her arc but so was Joffrey, Cersei or Sandor. Sansa is a protagonist and Baelish is the supporting character in her arc though he is the most important supporting character in her arc till now, one could say. He is an important plot device and that's it. Sansa is a fleshed out Pov who is a work in progress and Baelish is a static character whose arc is to oil up her hero's journey. It's really hilarious how people get shocked when you say that Sansa has a hero's journey and they are like she is not ugly or an outcast and I am like yeah stop reading those YA novels where everything is a sense of escapism to project upon people who you think had better than you. Also what is this outcast hero worship. George introduces trope but he writes these characters as people. He said the same when he was asked about female characters and he said every demographic you get all kinds of people. So yeah just because someone is pretty doesn't make them evil nor the other way around is true. By that logic Ramsay Bolton should be a hero 🤣. He is ugly and a bastard and unlike Jon, he doesn't have a secret royal ancestry. This obsession with heroic ugly outcasts always makes me believe that this people have not left middle school.

Most of the times I see these arguments are voiced by antis when they talk about after she takes him down, she will die because there is nothing to her arc after his death and I don't get it. Is it because he is the most important non magical antagonist in the books and taking him down renders a certain narrative significance in the text. I must admit its mostly that this accusations are always voiced by key 5 Stans.

Another thing I don't understand is the insistence on him dying with a bang because the show emasculated his death and I am like George for all his talk about moral greyness, always makes sure that his villains die helpless. Remember Tywin, Drogo, Joffrey etc. Even a good guy like Ned dies helpless and Baelish is the anti Ned figure who tries to take that place in Sansa's arc after Ned's death. His death has to mirror Ned's. Overconfidence followed by people that were loyal to him turning against him, add in a daughters betrayal( this time with actual intent to harm him unlike Ned's where she never intended any harm befell her father) followed by helplessness and dying far away from home.

George has himself said Baelish is obsessed with Sansa and the thing with obsession in ASOIAF is that it leads you to the grave. Just ask the woman who was obsessed with Baelish and was later murdered by him.

Nimby! What could I possibly add to this? Well said.

It's more minimizing of Sansa, this time within her own god damn storyline.

The ice and fire threats might be central to the story, but nobody can deny who the political Final Boss is. Admitting Littlefinger's goals rest on Sansa, or that his fate is tied to Sansa, is admitting Sansa is important. They can't do that.

[radiant-reid]

idk if you're still taking hc but spencer w foster kids? 🥺

yes !!

CW: child abandonment

i couldn't see him as a foster dad, just because he's away so much, but i could definitely see him adopting kids

so it's a case where he really bonds with the little girl whose mom died

he gets the job of being with the police precinct to ask her a few questions about her home life

and she's so shy about talking to anyone, hiding behind the caseworker

immediately, he breaks out the magic, impressing her with his card tricks

then she talks a little more and she's seen some disturbing things

her dad left like his did and he finds himself relating to her

and he sees a traumatized little girl and wants to do something because he's sick of just saving kids and leaving them after their lives have been ruined

and when she has no family, and they say she's going into foster care, and he begs to take her back to DC with him

everyone can see they're already bonded so Hotch agrees

and he takes a few weeks off work to make sure she's settled

gets her into a good routine, makes sure she's got a normal-ish life

she's still pretty young and resilient after all the things that happened to her

he finds the best therapist so she can talk about things

supportive of everything she wants to do; playing different instruments, sports, academics

i just know that little girl grows up so loved, which doesn't help all the bad things that happened to her, but if she's happy, he's happy

and he cries when she calls him dad

and when she asks to change her last name to Reid

he cries all the time actually. especially when she graduates high school, gets into college, graduates college

but you can also catch him crying at all the small moments. at her ballet performances, when her soccer team wins, when she gives a speech about him on 'bring your parent to school day.' even her parent-teacher conferences

she feels like the luckiest kid in the world, the memories of her first 6 years being replaced by the happy times with the only person she's ever known to be her dad

and she's got the most amazing aunts and uncles who love her as much as Spencer does

Penelope stays at their place when the team is out of town which is awesome because she gets to play multi-player video games that her dad doesn't understand

her whole life she knows she can always come to him about anything and he won't judge

and, of course, she gets into Caltech, but Spencer would support and be proud of anything she does

here's another

i could also imagine him fostering or adopting a teenager from the system

because he knows how bad the statistics are for children aging out

so he fosters 15, 16, 17-year-olds who mostly don't find placements

and he's so attentive, knowing when they need time to be alone or just someone to talk to

he buys them clothing, computers, phones, room decorations, and gives them an allowance

because some of them have had a rough few years with irregular schooling, spencer will sit with them for hours going over anything they don't understand

even if he only has a year, he'll make sure they're college ready

he doesn't force anything on them and he's very good at trying to understand why they're feeling how they feel

[vsa-pieldepapel]

Ayo bro I love your art and your headcanons (they're incredibly fucking rad)!! I'm not a professional in this field, but you seem to be, so I thought I would consult you:

I'm making an AU/writing a high school drama fanfic and I plan to have quite a bit of Ralsusie! So I was wondering if you had any ideas as to how they would work out? (By the way, Susie is a jock [I have to squeeze in the high school stereotypes somehow] and Ralsei is the straight-A student who just transferred.)

Actually as a board certified ralsusie professional ship consulting starts at $20/hr payment through PayPal only /j

Well before anything else a cool chum I met recently already did something from this concept and he really is the one who gave me strength to post my garbage so by all means if you haven’t seen it I’m sure it’ll feed your inspiration. If you have, then good. Check him out in general his ideas are great

Also I need to disclaim Im not murican My high school experience is different oh la la Latin America and my knowledge of these tropes is limited to shit I’ve seen in movies, so that part you’re kind of on your own because I am not familiar. This really is gonna be a long rant about why I love this dynamic so much and how I could feel they would meet, possibly? Sorry for the wall of text anon kek

Dynamic good

Truly the main reason why i am drawn to them and what I would make fuel their relationship growth is that they are good for each other. Since chapter 1, Ralsei has both accepted Susie’s personality and not allowed her to step all over him, calling her out when her violence is counterproductive, even refusing adamantly to give her cakes until she promises not to mock him anymore. He does not give in until she meets this condition, and I like how he can be empathic without letting her stomp him. At the same time, Susie challenges Ralsei’s very square perception of the world. When he misjudges her because of his strict views, her actions push him to accept new possibilities and approaches.

At the same time, Susie is clearly starved for companionship and affection and his unconditional delivery of it probably gives her immense solace; and despite his general goody two shoes attitude, we can see in Chapter 2 Ralsei has his own little mischievous streak and her teaching him sarcasm opens the doors for him to be more playful when it comes to her. And he seems to be attracted to a degree to her spontaneous larger than life approach I.e “isn’t it wonderful that she’s her?”

Something I find great about them is the lack of past baggage like Susie has with the rest of Hometown, which means he meets and treats her without prejudice in Chapter 1; he’s not scared of her, and to someone whose whole shtick is intimidating others in self defense he just tears through her mechanisms like toilet paper lmao. Susie is left kinda open and vulnerable and it allows for a more honest connection down the line, especially because Ralsei already wears his heart on his sleeve and so she knows when it comes to him there are no mind games and if he says he finds her attractive, she knows for a fact he means all of what he says. Susie can let herself kinda just feel the thrill of having a crush without so many worries and they’re both kinda alone and socially awkward and figuring shit out with immense patience

They like each other, actually

Writing opposites attract is kinda hard (I know this cause I’m so big into this shit I think so many of my ships have it) you need to have them bond over something. Which is where I feel like I see something that’s kinda slept on: I think they actually find each other really cool, genuinely.

Of course with Susie it’s easier to see why Ralsei would find her assertiveness and general punk attitude cool (cause it’s cool as fuck duh) while also honestly enjoying the other facets of her personality, which I feel we can see a bit in the healing magic sequence… He can see a vulnerability exists and is hellbent on finding it because he likes her (boat ride dialogue again, accepting he missed her trying to take on her sense of humor a bit etc) And like I said before he has this little playful streak about him he can really enjoy with her but. I feel like not enough people talk about how Susie finds Ralsei cool, she just tries not to say it because of her defenses

In the healing sequence she says like “teach me when it’s blood explosion magic”, and then immediately tries to twist it as if she would reluctantly go along with it if he wanted to— after a little hesitation, almost like she is trying to get it across, in a convoluted way, that she does want to learn it because it’s cool she just can’t bring herself to admit that. She even wants to show off what she learned from him susie thinks healing magic is dope She also says “feel better?! After you just came over and— well, I guess it doesn’t feel WORSE” again the whole trying to act cool while also trying to convey yes, I feel better, I liked it. Heck, she hears the screaming and instantly thinks of him in Queen’s Castle, despite the fact at the time she didn’t need his healing yet; mentioning him all along during that sequence “why isn’t ralsei here to teach the moral lessons?!”

Maybe Ralsei is not the Cool Punk Badass type but Susie likes what he has in a completely different way.

And that’s without even talking about the unused sprites kek. These melt me man

Ok but this is just a regular high school

If I had to make a dark world-less alternative for a high school fic i would roll with Susie needing better grades for a sports scholarship and him being assigned to be her reluctant tutor, cause the dynamic shines with her trying to take advantage of this position and all of her attempts to intimidate him into cheating etc flunking because he’s not scared of her.

The extracurricular time spend together allows them to bond in the same way the cotton candy sequence (that fucking killed me btw) did. It allows them to talk about stuff that isn’t school or gossip and know each other better which I feel they did a lot of in Chapter 2 and that was really nice to me. I feel like with time susie starts to enjoy his infodumping; we saw this in canon a bit with how he treats his explanations in chapter 1 versus actually looking forward to being taught by him on chapter 2. And his unconditional encouragement is different from the constant pressure of teachers parents coaches etc.

I can see him doing shit like quizzing her to prepare for a test and every time she aces an answer he gives her a candy from a bag. He knows what buttons to push to motivate her and how to do it in a way that will make her better and she enjoys the challenge

thank you im really glad you like my ideas enough to send this ask, thats crazy man. But your au is your au so by all means don’t use this as any sort of strict rules, it really is just me rambling. And also when you do make the fanfic share, all 10 of us susei enjoyers will love it im sure. I am absolutely rotten over them at least, enough for this to hype me a little

Anyway /rant

[moonbaby26]

Title: A Party and a Spy

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki is forced to return to Asgard to unwillingly participate in the festivities honoring Odin and Thor’s victories in Alfheim. He ends up drunk and in a piss poor mood that he then wants you to help relieve. Your secret meetings also finally attract an unwanted visitor. Super brief cameos here by Sif, the warriors three, and Thor, as well as Heimdall again.

Warnings: Semi smut possibly, but no real sex this chapter. Sorry to tease, will be some next chapter. Here is just mentions of arousal, grinding through clothing. Mention of masturbation. Also some animal abuse, but a magical animal who will be fine I guess. The princes are just jerks like that.

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Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys , @loveableasshole , @insanitybyanothername , @just-wordsandthoughts , @cringingmemeries

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You still felt warm, your head just poking out from under the blanket as you stretched a little. Your hand ran out across the mattress after a moment though, contacting nothing to your surprise as you then opened your eyes.

As you quickly sat up, the look on your face must have said far too much as you heard a chuckle from nearby.

“No, goddess, I haven’t left just yet. My, you are expressive though.”

As you turned your head towards the voice, you saw Loki now sitting in one of the two chairs at the small table opposite your side of the bed.

He was still dressed only in a pair of pants you also quickly noted, yourself still so unused to seeing this much of him as your eyes lingered on the lean muscle and pale skin.

“What?” He asked, not missing that stare either, though the sly look in his eyes told you he knew damned well what you were now distracted with. He just wanted you to say it.

“Asgardians really do wear too many clothes, if you are any proper example anyway.” You replied simply though. Why hide so much all the time?

He raised an eyebrow, but was smirking as he taunted a little further. “Oh I can assure you, there is no one in Asgard like me. And you’d prefer this not be reserved just for you then?”

You tried not to look caught off guard. Even if he were only teasing, the implication that he’d still be keeping this type of intimacy for you alone was something that made your stomach flutter slightly.

“Come here.” He said next though, snapping you back to attention, though you still hesitated. Was that a command or a request?

He only rolled his eyes after a moment though. “Oh, don’t waste time trying to be proud now. I do have to leave shortly, it will already be late morning in Asgard by now.” He extended a hand to you. “So come, sit with me.”

You eventually acquiesced, standing from the bed then, though intending just to walk to the other chair. Yet the very moment you were close enough, he only grabbed you by the arm, pulling you down to sit on his lap instead.

He was surprisingly fast and strong when he wished to be, his arms already around your waist as well before you could think to try and stand again.

“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He spoke lowly against your ear as you shifted.

But to your surprise he didn’t touch you any further, even though one arm did stay around your waist to keep you steady as his other hand just went back to the table.

“I have a job for you.” He added, then moving his hand oddly as a piece of parchment paper and a writing quill appeared abruptly from thin air. “At least I think it may work. I’m sure the majority of these animals are illiterate. I’m hoping at least the clan chief has some shaman or someone of the sort that understands these runes. It’s the only written language I’ve ever seen in this land.”

But even as he started to write on the paper, your mind was still only fixating on what you’d just seen as you asked abruptly. “How did you do that?”

He seemed focused on whatever symbols he was now putting on the page, but he still answered. “How do I do what? They’re just runes.”

“No, how did you conjure the pen and paper?” Controlling the elements, moving objects by will, or casting illusions was one thing. But forming a very unnatural, man made object from essentially nothing was different than the typical kind of magic you were used to.

Loki paused a moment then, like trying to digest what you’d just said before he glanced back up to look you in the eyes.

“The woman can move the seas themselves and is astonished by a piece of paper?” He mocked incredulously.

Your eyebrows lowered. “Listen, I know good and well I’m no sorceress. That’s why I’m asking. How do you create something like that from nothing?”

He shook his head. “Gods, they really just give magic to anyone these days.”

A joke clearly, as everything you had you had been born with, though learning to control it had taken time. And to be honest, was still an ongoing learning process. But you still wanted an answer as you looked at him pointedly.

He sighed under your gaze. “I really don’t have the time for this. But I know you won’t let it go.” He had continued writing though even as he kept talking. “I didn’t make them, goddess. I brought them with me. You are at least correct in that nearly all instances of magic, nothing can be made without taking of something else. I’m sure when you make those little whirlpools of yours for instance, you’re drawing the latent energy from the water. The currents, the temperature differences, what have you. To truly make something from nothing...well, that would be chaos magic. Which, may or may not even exist depending which of the ancient mages’ tomes you most believe in.”

You could tell he did take pride in his studies and the principles behind them clearly. If he wasn’t already concerned about returning to Asgard, you could probably get a whole lecture on this subject right now. But you couldn’t help but point out again, as you just responded. “Yet you still haven’t really answered my question. If you brought them with you, where were they before?” You glanced down at his pants as if to reaffirm your doubt that anything other than himself had been hidden there as they were relatively tight.

Yet he still smirked at your continued insistence. “On the scale of the things I’m capable of, my dear, that’s just a parlor trick. And if you really care so much, I can teach you at some other time.”

At that, he paused writing again though, placing the quill down momentarily as he then moved his hand again for a long dagger to abruptly be held in his palm. “You see? There are far better uses to this trick.” He flipped the knife just as quickly though, letting the blade’s point stab into the table as the dagger then stood on end.

And as it did so he made sure to look to see your reaction, also asking you, “Do you really just depend on your servants to follow you around at all hours with any weapons you may need?”

Yet you just looked from the dagger, then back to him. Surprised surely, but not actually frightened. “And do you have so many enemies as to always need that at the ready?”

“One never really knows do they?” He answered smoothly, just grasping the dagger’s handle again before it disappeared once more.

It didn’t seem like a threat really. But you felt he still wanted you to know a bit more of what he was capable of. You quieted afterward as he went back to writing for a few more moments.

When he was done, you could tell he glanced over the letter briefly, as if proofreading before he rolled the paper tightly and folded it.

He spoke rather business like then, an odd thing honestly as you still sat so intimately on his lap. “If it wasn’t already obvious, I’d like you to carry this to the village leader while I return to Asgard. I don’t have the time to deal with the mortals right now, and besides, they’re your pets.”

“Excuse me? Have you forgotten whose idea this whole ‘protector’ role was to begin with?”

“Oh, I was willing to let the lot of them be wiped out if you’d chosen not to save them. I’d only need to spare whichever the nicest home was from burning as the marauders moved through, and we still would have ended up with a place to meet regardless.”

The sad thing was, you were actually sure he really meant that too. But he just continued.

“Yet you pitied them, and now here we are. And as the beasts held up their end of the bargain, I agree it’s fair at least to give them some recognition for their work. A pat on the head and a ‘good dog’ essentially, that’s what this letter says. So you see, I’m not wholly ungrateful.”

“A thank you letter?” You asked dryly. Relatively sure it likely didn’t read completely as such.

“Well, essentially. But with a reminder on the rules as well.”

“Rules?”

“Our privacy must be respected. I’ll put a green flame at the end of the trail nearer the village when we’re present. During the night, this place is also solely ours. If during the day there’s no flame, then they can come up and clean and maintenance this tiny wood hutch like good help should.”

“Your staff at your palace must just adore you.” You mused sarcastically. “The mortals are not our slaves, Loki.”

“It’s really an odd thing how you fancy them.” He retorted, though with an air of someone just humoring another person they already thought irreparably deluded. “But I suppose you have nothing else fulfilling to pass the time when I’m in Asgard. Some people like to paint, others like to craft things...you, you have your pets.”

Arrogant god you thought. As if suddenly you had no other purpose outside of him? Surely he saw that insulted look in your eyes as well, because you could see the entertained mirth in his own before he pulled you closer to kiss you suddenly.

And this one was rough again, briefly reminding you of that night in the cave as you felt his hands move down to your hips. His tongue was already in your mouth before you could even consider pulling away.

From last night when he’d only held you, to now seeming so hungry again, the sides of him could change so quickly you were learning.

His hands didn’t move beneath your dress though, even though you thought his fingers may be grabbing you hard enough to bruise as he twisted you to be fully facing him. Straddling him actually with each of your legs now on either side of him as he rested against the back of the chair.

He kept kissing you, and it wasn’t long before you felt that distinct hardness against you even through his pants. As always though, you wore nothing beneath your dress, a matter of practicality really for as often as you were in the water. Who would want any undergarments constantly rubbing and chaffing where you were most sensitive? You liked sheer and loose material in the dresses you wore, so that it moved easily as you swam and dried quickly when you were on land.

But he knew all this by now of course, as he just ground his hips then, that rough seam of his pants then moving between your legs as he drug it back and forth.

He was intentionally trying to work you up. You sensed the trap, but still found your own hands moving across his bare chest soon enough.

Your newfound lack of willpower was really astounding. Finally though, you pulled your head back to break the kiss and warn him. “If you’re just doing this with no intention to actually follow through...”

“If you wanted it so badly, you could have taken it last night.” He retorted though. “I’ve already stayed too long.”

“Why can’t I want both?” You answered, meaning it as well. It wasn’t just sex, nor was it just being in his company. Neither by itself was enough anymore. Each had its own place.

He looked frustrated himself though as you felt him thrust against you reflexively, that bulge in his pants wasted even as it scraped against where you were now becoming wet. “I’m telling you, Odin is back at the palace now. I have to be calculated in the times I come and go. There is some damned ceremony today, likely starting any moment by now for their victories in Alfheim. If I’m not there, they’re going to come looking for me.”

As much as you knew he liked to bend the truth. It wouldn’t make sense for him to deny himself this right now unless it was actually for good reason.

“Well you’re the one who pulled me into your lap and kissed me.” You relented, though your own body now fully flustered and urging you to return to him even as you stood up and stepped away.

“Well you shouldn’t have slept so late.” He grumbled back. Pulling at his pants in some discomfort as he stood as well.

But you watched as his armor manifested then, horned helmet and all as his magic washed across him. What you guessed would now be his attire for the ceremony he’d spoken of. You assumed that clothing and armor had been in whatever void the pen, paper, and dagger had been.

At least with his illusions he could also conceal his arousal if it hadn’t faded on its own by the time he reached the palace though, you thought with some amusement.

Yet, even as he walked for the door, he taunted to you as if sensing your enjoyment of his current predicament. “You’re welcome to get back in the bed you know. Think of me while you self soothe, goddess.”

So crude. But you just fired back before he could close the door. “And is that what you do at night in Asgard? Think of yourself as well to finish things off?” You were trying to mock his evident self importance of course.

Yet he didn’t even miss a beat at the intended insult. “Why be myself when I can just be you? Then I never have to forget how you feel.”

And just to prove that he could, you stared in disbelief as a perfect likeness of yourself then smiled back at you lewdly, thin dress and all before shutting the door unceremoniously.

Gods. That was just unnatural. And you had to sit down at that, arousal now paused at least as your body’s resulting confusion was almost palpable.

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Asgard, not long after

Loki was back to his normal appearance, hurriedly stepping into the small grouping of warriors he’d recognized at once in the rest of the crowd at the palace ceremonial hall.

Sif’s head turned in immediate surprise and annoyance as those golden horns entered her peripheral vision. The irritation was evident even as she tried to keep her voice low with so many others still around them. “And just where have you been!? Thor was looking for you everywhere!”

“I was in the library, did he think to look in the library!?” Loki spat back immediately, knowing that even if his brother had checked there, Thor knew the layout of it so poorly, he could always have claimed to have been in another section.

“Yet why are you breathing so hard, chap? Were you actually running?” Fandral asked as well, also looking Loki over.

“And why pray tell would I have been running?” Loki shot a glare to him next. Could they not mind their own damned business for once?

“Because you were late?” Volstagg offered in that simplistic, yet matter of fact way that was always beyond annoying even on the best day.

“Well I’m here now.” Loki huffed, though not missing the way Hogun was also staring at him critically. “And do you have something to add?” Loki grumbled at him.

But only Sif answered. “Well if you hadn’t been lost in the library,” Her tone made clear how little she believed that excuse, “You’d know that Thor chose you to give the congratulatory speech before-”

“The what?” Loki stared at her, that odd mix of horror and disgust then abruptly clear on his face.

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“So what more can I say of Asgard’s favorite son?” Loki’s public speaking voice boomed richly through the great hall, the throng of happy faces sickening as he smiled right back at them. What fresh Hel was this really?

“Alfheim counts her graces I am sure to have such noble saviors defend her-” By the gods he didn’t even know what Odin and Thor had done there the entire time. He assumed there’d been skull bashing and the normal heroics. But if they’d been working out peace treaties instead the last few weeks, who knew. He’d been looking for hidden portals to Midgard still on the days they’d held the main debriefings.

“And with peace secured in the realms once more, please join me in giving thanks to the noble Allfather and the mighty Thor!” Loki wasn’t normally one for alcohol. Not in comparison to most Asgardians anyway. He thought it dulled the mind too much. But by all the mages in all the realms...he so badly needed it now, as he took a large swig of the strongest Asgard had, before throwing the glass down to shatter it as was custom. “And let the feasts commence!”

The crowd erupted in cheers. And on any other day, that would have been something he obviously would have wanted. But Loki knew that not one voice was for him as he suddenly felt a large hand and arm go around his shoulders, shaking him roughly before his brother’s voice joined the yells, yet right in his ear.

“HUZZAH!” Thor cried, one arm still around Loki as his other lifted Mjolnir triumphantly.

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And it was so many hours later before Loki had finally escaped. Time and time again as he’d tried to excuse himself from the endless barrage of drinks and food, it was as if his brother had somehow sensed it.

Then there would be Thor again, telling him any one of those same stories over and over as he’d somehow corralled Loki back into the feast room. If he’d had to hear one more time how with one hand forced behind his back, and Mjolnir still in mid air, that Thor had kicked one of the enemies’ bombs right back into their own garrison, taking out an entire enemy troop as more of their stored artillery then exploded...Loki may have finally vomited.

As it was now, he wasn’t exactly walking a straight line either though. Just carrying his own helmet in one hand, his head already throbbing as he made his way slowly through the corridors. His other arm reaching out occasionally, grazing the walls for balance.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d drank so much. Well, more like been forced to drink so much, just to try and maintain his sanity in what was essentially just another gathering of his brother’s sycophants.

Honestly did Thor even see it? Did he really think all those hanger-ons were truly his friends? Perhaps there was some argument for Sif and the warriors three. As thick headed as they all were, they were about cut from the same cloth. And that was not a compliment.

But all the others? It’d be almost pitiable really if it weren’t so damned annoying. Yet maybe it was the alcohol there as well, making Loki linger on so many of these feelings again.

By the time he reached the entrance to his quarters, he was frowning as he pushed the heavy doors open. He still made sure that they shut fully behind him though as he waved his hand to lock them doubly with a spell.

It was not without precedent that in some true late night madness, either Thor, or Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg may still force entry to try and get him to accompany them on some additional drunken adventure while they were still riding so high on their accomplishments.

“Idiots,” Loki grumbled to no one though. Still stuck in that sour mood as he moved across the dark room, losing clothes as he did so before finally ending up in his elaborate bed. The silken sheets were then the only thing against his skin as he laid there in silence, though the room still feeling like it was moving slightly in his lingering vertigo.

But he just wanted to sleep. That and to will this headache and the thoughts that worsened it away.

But instead he only laid there. His drunken thoughts churning louder and louder as the minutes passed, alone in this extravagant, luxurious, and also very empty bed.

Scattered across the palace now, he could only imagine all the couplings likely occurring. Not necessarily in the full sense of the word. But he knew how these types of festivities normally ended.

Thor was likely in an archway somewhere with Sif, pawing at each other with all the finesse of a pair of schoolchildren. Fandral and Hogun would still be at a table, Fandral now showing off his sword to a couple maidens simultaneously with only thinly veiled euphemisms of how it compared to the hidden equivalent. And Volstagg would have his actual wife and children there, somehow still not bored of them yet as they all laughed together.

And that’s what it really was, laughable.

Loki rolled onto his side, glaring towards the balcony and the stars dotting the black sky beyond it. No, he didn’t need any of that farce of companionship. Not just for the sake of it anyway like all the others. He took what he wanted, when he wanted surely. Pleasure was one thing after all, but it didn’t control him.

You didn’t control him actually. Because no one controlled the god of mischief.

But the longer he lay there in silence, the more he could then imagine your fingers soon running through his hair, or the warmth of your lap to lay his aching head in. He’d had bad days before, many times retreating to this very room alone. But he didn’t have to be alone tonight. He didn’t have to be alone at all anymore did he?

“Goddamnit.” He finally hissed. It was foolhardy, dangerous even after just returning from Midgard already once today. But he wasn’t going to sleep tonight otherwise. Not until he had what he really wanted.

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Loki certainly wasn’t going to be walking all the way to the bifrost gate. Not at this hour, and not in this condition. So he’d taken a form that at least no one would have second guessed if they’d just happened to look up as he’d passed quickly overhead.

One of Father’s ravens, or the rats with wings as he preferred to call them. And as he’d landed near Heimdall, then regaining his normal form, the older god just looked down at him, unimpressed.

“She’s returned to the ocean. She already sleeps.” Heimdall spoke unprompted.

Yet Loki’s eyebrows rose mockingly, even if his words took a little more effort right now. “Oh? Making a habit of watching her…even without me then? That’s a bit perverse.”

But the gatekeeper’s expression hardly changed at the insult, still so difficult to goad. “I saw you coming, and your questions to her whereabouts are becoming predictable.”

It was true. Loki had already come here several nights, yes. Mostly to check whether the mortals had finished that structure or not. And it’d finally been a pleasant reward just the other night when Heimdall had confirmed it already done and you there waiting.

“I don’t care where she is.” Loki retorted though. “I’m going to Midgard. Open the gate.”

“You are inebriated.” Heimdall warned.

“And you have a severely itritating penchant for stating the obvious…open the gate.” He commanded more forcefully.

“Anywhere in Midgard particular?” Heimdall answered.

Loki paused though, hearing that slightest change in the guardian’s normal stoic tone with those last words. “Are you…attempting to make a joke?”

“I did not wish to assume or state the obvious again as you said. And you also say you do not care where she is. So do you not care where you should land tonight then?”

He was! He was mocking him. Loki growled, pointing his finger for emphasis. “Now listen here…it has been a god awful, long day. Quit trying to dissuade me. Send me to the village, gatekeeper!”

“Any village?”

Gods. “My village, her village, whatever you want to call it. But do it or I’ll use the damned sword myself!”

With one last cheerless look down at Loki, Heimdall turned the sword then, opening the gate even as he warned a final time. “Do not fall from the bifrost, Prince. The universe is vast and does not suffer the careless well. Do remember as well that all things done have consequences in the end.”

But Loki had no time to search for deeper meaning in the words, just ruffling more as he walked towards the light. “Is that a threat?”

“Only a truth and a caution.” Heimdall again answered, just before the other disappeared back across the bridge.

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And as the light left him again, Loki was once more in that dark forest. Yet, the ground far lighter colored than normal as to a little of his surprise, his boots now found fresh snow. Winter had finally arrived to this part of Midgard apparently.

He cursed, realizing it would have been far smarter to have told Heimdall to deposit him directly onto the beach this time as he’d now had to navigate back down the hillside and to the trail that led between the cliff face.

It had started snowing again as well as he walked, the large flakes sticking in his black hair by the time he reached the ocean’s edge. He should have told you just to stay at the cabin this morning. But he didn’t expect to be standing here again so soon either.

Loki didn’t care about the water at this point though, the waves rushing up around his feet and over the top of his boots as he trudged forward to call out. “Hear me, sea beasts! Hear me and bring your mistress to me!”

And it didn’t take long of course before he saw two feminine looking torsos rise just where the waves were breaking in the distance. Not quite human, but expressive enough that he could see the skepticism in their body language.

“She’s asleep!” One called back over the waves.

“Then go and wake her!” He only hissed back as if scolding an insubordinate child. Why did everyone feel the need to test him tonight?

But the two nymphs just looked at one another. The other then speaking. “What is so important? Are you claiming injury again?”

He scoffed at the jab, voice easily sliding into its darker range then, even in his continued drunken state. He did not have time for this. “Do not forget your place, water sprite.”

And as he made a move as if to step further into the water, he was pleased to see them both shrink back at that. When they disappeared not long after, he knew all he now had to do was wait.

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You didn’t fully know what to expect. Why was he back so soon? Not that you should complain, but he’d made such a point about having to return to Asgard this morning, and he’d never come back so quickly before. Even though it was now dead of night.

The nymphs also said he’d been acting strangely, even a bit ruder than normal. They insisted you bring your spear, and so you had as you broke the surface only to find him sitting at the water’s edge. Though not even far enough onto the beach to stay dry as the water now ran around him and then pulled back with each successive wave. His pants and cloak were clearly soaked, snow also dotting all over him to your surprise.

“Loki?” You asked, concerned but cautious. Normally the rare sight of snow would have distracted you in its own right had you not been so focused on him. The north was still unique to you for all its differences.

“The cold doesn’t bother me either.” He said abruptly, seeing that worry in your eyes. But he didn’t stand out of the water. “You really should reprimand your servants…”

“It’s not quite that kind of a relationship.” You replied, though not defensively as you still tried to realize what was wrong with him. “Are you alright?”

“No.” He said simply.

If it was just another trick, it was a good one. But you felt you had no real choice but to behave as if he was sincere. You only laid your spear down in the water as you then moved to sit down beside him.

He looked over at you as you did, and you could see how tired he looked even in the darkness. So close to him then, that was finally when you smelled the scent of alcohol, impressively strong even over the salt smell of the ocean.

He was drunk.

“Loki…” You said again, unsure at all what would have driven him to this kind of excess. “Do you want me to help you to the cabin?”

He leaned closer though, as if to either kiss you or lay his head against yours. He did nuzzle your face slightly though as he whispered in your ear. “I want him to get closer first.” Before you could react though, he’d then grabbed your chin to keep you from looking away from him. “He can’t hear us over the noise of the sea…but don’t look away.”

And he did kiss you then, that heady taste of the alcohol almost as distracting as the nonsensical words. His hand was moving up your thigh as well as his other moved around to your back. It all seemed like only the beginnings of foreplay before just as suddenly, he then pushed you down beneath him. His hand that had been on your thigh pulled back simultaneously to throw a dagger violently out into the darkness.

You heard a distinct sound of a hit, a creature screech, and then chaotic flapping in the sand and snow somewhere near the cliff’s base.

Loki was now laying on top of you, your back still pressed into the wet sand as the water rushed back up around you both. He glanced back down at you then, ignoring the confusion in your eyes as he kissed you roughly several times more before finally pulling back again. “We’ll have to get back to that tomorrow…” He all but purred, mood shifting suddenly to satisfaction as he stood once more and offered you his hand.

Utterly baffled, you still took it, letting him help you up before he let go of you to walk off towards the distressed sounds you still heard near the cliff. You only hung back long enough to grab your spear before hurrying to follow him.

You didn’t know what kind of beast to expect from all the noise, and only found yourself more surprised as a pitiable looking black bird finally came into view. It flapped even harder upon seeing Loki, but with one wing clearly mangled and blood spattering the snow and sand around it.

“Oh, you over dramatic twat.” Loki fussed, snatching the hapless creature up with little fanfare as his other hand reclaimed his now bloody dagger, disappearing it again with his magic. “And which one are you?” He asked, holding it roughly near his face as it now continually tried to bite him in defiance.

You didn’t know what he was looking for, and you were about to say something about how harshly he was holding the poor animal before Loki smirked in recognition.

“Well…Muninn, you little vermin. You saw me leave the palace didn’t you? Did you really think I was your other half? Couldn’t leave well enough alone could you?”

What? So this was one of Odin’s ravens? But, Loki had just stabbed it! Was this not treason? Treason that you were now a party to? You had so many questions as your inner panic began to grow.

But Loki only kept smiling, talking with condescension to the injured bird. “Yet, for you to be here so quickly, then you’ve found my door for me. There’s a rift between Asgard and Midgard somewhere nearby…and for that you get to keep your other wing tonight, you little spy.”

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As you passed back up the trail to the cabin together, you saw Loki had indeed kept his word about signaling to the mortals when you were here. A green flame floated, ethereal in midair at the edge of the tree-line.

It had a haunting look to it, but you said nothing, still so focused on Loki’s rough handling of the injured raven. And by the time you’d entered the woods, you could no longer contain yourself.

“Please don’t hold him by the chest like that. It makes it too hard for them to breathe. You’re going to suffocate him!”

At your outburst, Loki seemed to have a genuine moment of surprise, looking over at you before his normal superior expression returned. “Just because you can become a bird….doesn’t mean you should give a damn about this one. Don’t waste your time on kindness. Despite your bleeding heart, his loyalty lies only with the Allfather. He’ll snitch you out regardless.”

“But, he has lost a lot of blood. We can’t let him die, Loki…” You still kept on, worried the alcohol had truly made him lose all sense of judgement.

Again he just gave you the oddest look before outright laughing though. He shook the bird a little, making it squawk again, before continuing. “This rat and his brother are imbued with Odin’s magic. They cannot perish so easily as long as Odin still lives.”

Yet, that was still not comforting to you in the slightest. In what possible way could torturing a favored pet of the Allfather end positively for the two of you?

But Loki didn’t miss the way you still stared with disapproval, just rolling his eyes as you finally made it to the cabin. “Do you know how long we’ve dealt with these little pests? When Thor got his first slingshot as a boy, what do you think he practiced it on? When I learned my first spells, what did I test them on? There is nothing new to this…”

“That’s awful.” You grumbled, though watching as Loki did this odd movement with his shoulders, his magic shifting over him so that he was suddenly dry again.

As he walked inside, you had to shake the snow off yourself the old fashioned way. Your dress and hair still damp from that and the ocean combined as you followed him inside, leaning your spear against the wall before closing the door. “So you could do that the whole time,” You commented as to his drying trick, though not really surprised by anything else right now.

He smirked a little, knowing what you were thinking. With a wave of his hand a couple of the candles also lit. “Oh, I didn’t do it that night in the cave. You were supposed to take pity and ask me to take off some of my wet clothes…of course they ended up off anyway didn’t they?”

You crossed your arms, just frowning as he unceremoniously opened the chest on the floor next, tossing the injured Muninn into it before slamming it back closed.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning,” Loki threatened in response to the resulting angry squawk, giving the chest a light kick before the noise inside silenced.

When he turned to look at you again, he only offered a dark smile. Though still looking tired as he started to remove his clothes.

You tried to keep your disapproving look strong even as you realized he was using no magic at all, removing his vestments piece by piece as if to taunt you into further watching.

But looking away would have just goaded him too wouldn’t it? Letting him know the sight of his body still did things to you. You couldn’t win either way as all of his clothes finally laid piled on the floor, no neatness this time as he went lay nude in the bed.

You stood there a further moment, really not knowing what to do. He didn’t deserve to be rewarded right now in your mind. But were you just supposed to walk right back out the door? You didn’t have the willpower for that either, not anymore.

He watched you lazily too, waiting. His voice was quieter now though as he did speak again. “If I’d wanted to sleep alone…I would have just stayed in Asgard.”

Your shoulders lowered a little at the softer words, but you didn’t know how much you really believed him. You finally did approach the bed however, removing your wet dress, and not missing the way his eyes moved across your body before you climbed in under the blanket beside him.

But you could also tell he was in no condition for love making, even as you felt his hand encircle one of your wrists, himself then pulling your hand up so your fingers fell into his hair.

He gave you an imploring look, making his intention clear even if unexpected. It was so strange, but you complied, starting to rub your fingers through his hair and along his scalp gently.

The way he clearly relaxed into the touch reminded you so much of a placated animal truly. And he even closed his eyes as you just continued stroking, letting the black hair work repeatedly between your fingers.

To drunkenly cross the vast breadth of space just for this minor affection, also risking exposure by his Father’s informants, was it telling you that he really was so reckless after all? Or…was this becoming a real need for him?

Were you becoming a need in his life?

You felt him line up his body with yours, flesh to flesh as he got further comfortable.

“Thank you.” You heard him say at last. Surprising you enough that you could find nothing to say in return.

You just kept on with your soft touches though, comforting the troublesome prince all the way until he finally fell asleep in your arms.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

[disneydancepants]

Even MORE Descendants...

I really miss having time to play The Sims. I'm *dying* to be able to create Auradon with the new Create-A-World mod I've been seeing. Which has had me daydreaming about how I'm going to fit the VKs into all my Disney Sims.

I've been toying with the idea of making Audrey the granddaughter of Aurora and Phillip, instead of their daughter. Their child can marry either Tiana's kid or Naveen's little brother, that way I can stay accurate to the original *and* Audrey can still be black (actress Sarah Jeffrey is biracial and identifies as black).

Which brings me to this:

Uhh, that's Princess Aurora in the back, between Queen Leah and Princess Audrey. In fact, a lot of the classic Princesses and Princes have cameos during Ben's coronation (if I remember right, you can also spot Cinderella and Henry Charming, Tiana and Naveen, Aladdin and Jasmine, and Rapunzel and Eugene).

They did overall suuuuch a great job with casting to match the Descendants actors. So why didn't they just make this bit background part match Audrey and Queen Leah? Why couldn't Aurora be black in these movies? Was some Disney executive scared we wouldn't recognize Sleeping Beauty if she wasn't white, in a series that overall did an amazing job adding diversity to the Disney Princess world? I don't get it.

And then there's Jay. I was too busy making jokes about Jafar not being his dad to comment that... Jafar can't be his dad.

I mean, I guess he could. My Aladdin/Jafar's sister joke-theory doesn't hold water though. Actor Booboo Stewart is half Eastern Asian, but he's also part white and Blackfoot. He's not Middle-Eastern at all.

On that note though: I don't think Carlos is supposed to be half Jewish, but Cameron Boyce was in real life. I kinda assume Carlos's dad is Jasper or something.

So Jay's mom could be Eastern Asian or Native American (fun fact I learned: Sarah Jeffrey is also part Native Canadian) and Jafar is still his dad. But the only Disney villains I can think of that fit are Shan Yu and the Huns? So I'm going to tweak my old idea a bit. Maybe Jafar *is* still Jay's uncle, but Jay has no idea. His real parents are Jafar's sister Nasira and Shan Yu. In Genghis Khan fashion, Shan Yu had a crapload of kids on the Isle. Nasira doesn't want to raise a kid, and Jafar needs a Street Rat to help him steal/scavenge stuff for his shop (which is actually a front for him to find another genie or non-evil magic artifact). So Jafar raises his nephew, and Jay never learns the truth. Thoughts?

Apparently CJ Hook *does* have a cameo in the movies, btw! She was confirmed on Twitter to be a part of Uma's crew in the 2nd movie (tweeted by the author of one of the books). I don't have the picture, but there's a blonde girl that Harry taunts towards the end of the "What's My Name" number, and she was confirmed to be CJ!

I think that's her on top of the table, to the left.

I've read a lot of discussions why Iago is sent to the Isle (in the books, apparently) despite going good after the first Aladdin movie. Instead of Descendants ignoring all sequels though... Maybe Beast was just a major hard-ass? Fits his character. Despite anything Iago did after, he still had to pay for his crimes on the Isle of the Lost. I dunno, it works for me...

By this logic, Kronk would have to go there too.

How does the afterlife work in Auradon? Who runs the Underworld since Hades was stripped of his god-hood? If someone is forgotten in Santa Cecilia (I think that's the name of the town in Coco), do they get sent to the Underworld after the leave the Coco afterlife? Mulan has ancestor ghosts: does religion play a part in what happens to you in the afterlife? Does that mean Judge Frollo was tortured by Chernabog and his demons (Fantasia) between his death and resurrection? Is Chernabog sent to the Isle too? Whose magic was so powerful that they were able to strip gods of all their god-ness? Were the Olympians cool with this? Since Jafar's third wish made him a genie instead of a god, that means genies are the most powerful beings. Not sure where I'm going with that last one...

What religion are the priests shown in Arendelle, Corona, and Prince Eric's kingdom? I'm way too involved in worldbuilding my Sims Auradon...

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Seamus Finnigan

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Seamus first met when you were both wee little witches and wizards. You’d ended up friends with the same people so you were usually around each other a lot ... even though you didn’t get on too well.

- Sure, you could still consider Seamus a friend; and him you, but the two of you butted heads like no one else.

- It all started because you were good at academics and he ...wasn’t. There was a bit of resentment there, mainly because he was embarrassed by his proclivity towards pyrotechnics and the fact that few people trusted his magic; and envious that they trusted yours.

- Neither of you hated each other; even though his temper and snarky comments got on your nerves, but anything that involved magic got the two of you into a bit of a stand off. If you were anywhere besides the classroom then the two of you could actually be around each other without having a glaring match.

- As it so happens, the older you got, the fonder he grew of you and you of him, though neither of you wanted to admit it. Although, even if you liked him, you couldn’t imagine yourself willingly dating the boy; no matter how handsome or endearing he could be. And he thought you were prissy and snobbish but he still liked you; mainly because he knew deep down that you weren’t.

- Soon enough, your bickering starts to sound more like flirting and though you adamantly denied it any chance you got, it was still happening. He’d be the more flirtier out of the two of you ...then he’d sense rejection and would get a bit rude in an attempt to save his pride.

- When he first asked you out, you gently said no, explaining that it was merely the logical thing to do. The two of you could barely get on in itself, how would a relationship work out? But he persisted.

- After a few more attempts, he finally bets on a Quidditch game with you, promising that he’ll stop asking if you win but he’ll get a date if you don’t. Both to shut him up and because it seems fair; and seeing as though once you went on said date and argued for forty minutes he’d have some more clarity, you agreed.

- And of course, he wins the bet. Godric, he was like the cat that got the canary, grinning from ear to ear as he approached you. “I’ll be seeing you at Hogsmeade then, eh?” and you’d rolled your eyes halfheartedly, trying to hide your smile.

- So you and Seamus go to Hogsmeade together that weekend and you have a surprisingly good time; he probably makes complete sure of that in an attempt to prove to you that you’d be a good couple.

“See. I’m not all bad.” He joked as you walked around the village.

“I’m a bit surprised, really. I figured you were just a minger. Always picking fights.” You said earnestly and a bit teasingly.

“Suppose I was just a bit embarrassed that you didn’t make everything you waved your wand at explode.” He relented, muttering shyly, cementing in your head that you’d like to “see” him again.

- He asks you about that as you’re returning to the castle, giving you a “so will I be taking you out another time or am I still a minger?” with a smile. You can’t even begin to imagine how happy he was when you agreed, he almost kissed you right then and there.

- You share your first kiss a week or so later as you’re trying to teach him a spell. As per usual, he’d made a small explosion and was pretty bummed out. You’d leaned over and wiped at the soot that was on his face, reassuring him that it was okay.

- It didn’t help and he continued to pout which prompted you to lean down and peck his lips. That did the trick. He immediately looked at you with a somewhat surprised smile before leaning in to kiss you again.

- Congratulations! You’ve got yourself your very own kissable incendiary!

- Lots of pda. He doesn’t like to act all mushy with you but his hands do rarely remain off of you for very long. He wants everyone to know that the two of you are together; he’s very proud. 

- He tends to wrap his arms around you; from behind, whenever you’re standing or sitting together. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you, and he likes the fact that he can pull you into him. 

- Him leaning his head on your shoulder.

- He loves when you kiss him on the cheek. He always gets all smiley whenever you do. 

- Once his lips are on yours and he’s really invested in kissing you, you should take it to your room because things will get heated very quickly. Most of your kisses are quite passionate and a bit on the rougher side of things.

- The two of you also have slow, softer kisses if he’s in more of a relaxed and loving mood. 

- He’s a big fan of cuddling but you can’t let his mates know that. He loves being the big spoon and has a particular fondness for your bed, probably because of the fact that it’s all soft and smells like you; even though he’s literally holding you in his arms. 

- There’s always a bit of a smoky smell lingering on him. It’s sort of cozy and certainly becomes a comforting scent after the two of you are together for a while.

- He uses quite a few pet names on you without any shame, partially because he uses Irish/Gaelic ones; meaning that most of his friends wont know what he’s saying. He’ll call you things like “a mhuirnín” and “a ghrá” or their English counterparts: darling and love. 

- Compliments. He loves seeing you show people up and do impressive things. He’s always the first to tell you how great you were and inform everybody that that is his girlfriend!

- Wiping his face for him after his magic backfires. 

- Ducking/jumping away when one of his explosions goes off. He usually turns and gives you a small sorry with a sheepish smile whenever they do. 

- Tying his tie for him. He occasionally makes it look terrible on purpose so that you’ll do it/redo for him. He likes having you close to him; it gives him the chance to look down at and memorize your pretty face while you’re distracted.

- Getting escorted to class whenever he see’s you. He’ll always jog over to catch up with you when he see’s you from across the hall.

- Wearing his class ring as a promise ring. It always makes him smile whenever he sees you wearing it; especially if you’re angry with him since it lets him know that you still care about and want to be with him. 

- Sleepovers; especially over the summer. You’ll have your own little dance parties, movie marathons, junk food binges, pillow tent building competitions, etc. He loves the nights he gets to spend with you. 

- Going to Hogsmeade together; usually the Three Broomsticks or Zonko’s. 

- You can’t let his friends know how soft he is. Dancing together in your room, him giving you a really long hug? You’re taking that to your grave, honey. 

- Double dates with Dean and his girlfriends. 

- You share your boyfriend with Dean. He’s constantly third wheeling when; and while if we’re being honest, he doesn’t have a girlfriend but he’s so lovable that you usually don’t even mind. 

- Sitting together at Quidditch games. He tends to get really into them, holding your hand on his bouncing knee as you watch, jumping to his feet to cheer before sitting back down and kissing your cheek, pulling you into his side excitedly.  

- Letting him gush to you about stuff. It never ceases to make you smile; he’s just so adorable.

- Stealing his hoodies. 

- Talking about muggle stuff. 

- Sneaking drinks of liquor. 

- Sharing sweets. 

- Playing chess together. 

- He’s always trying to take care of you and get you to take better care of yourself as well. He’ll put food on your plate, try to insist that you to eat something when you say you’re not hungry, pile jackets and hats on you, over bandage cuts, etc. Fussing over you is one of the ways he shows he cares.

- He’s always jumping to help you with whatever you need; especially if it has to do with magic. 

- He gets pretty offended when you don’t trust him and his magical abilities, although he can’t really stay mad at you and the truth for very long. He’ll usually just “forget” about the fact that you wouldn’t let him mend your tights with a spell an hour or so after it happens. 

- Trying to help him learn how to perform magic without creating small explosions. 

- Honey, he wants to impress you so badly. Sure, he likes being a helpful little lad but the main reason he’s the first to volunteer to fix something is so that he can show off to you and make you all proud of him. 

- Teasing and playfully making fun of each other. 

- Your smile? There is no better sight. Your laugh? Music to his ears. He’s always trying to make you laugh and definitely succeeds most of the time. 

- You’re definitely introduced to his mother, she's very important to him. Before you arrive, he insists that she’ll love you, and she does; she thinks you’re the sweetest little thing alive. 

- Letting him rant to you and; at least, pretending to take his side or be ambiguous as to whose side you’re really on, just to help calm him down quicker.

- Keeping him from starting fights with people; trying to at least.

- He’s not a very physically imposing person but he acts like he is, standing by your side with his arms crossed and his eyes glaring at someone for one reason or another. 

- Seamus is a fiery jealous lad. He doesn’t like boys looking at you and is the type of boyfriend who doesn’t like when you wear revealing clothes out in public; he won’t force you to change if you really don’t want to but he’ll certainly glare down anyone who stares at you. 

- Your boyfriend is fully prepared to kill for you. He definitely jumps to defend your honor and is a hair away from jumping any person who insults or hurts you.

- The two of you definitely have a few good arguments but he rarely yells at you, he mainly just argues passionately and might throw in a weak insult/insinuation from time to time. He’s got a bit of a temper so don’t take his behavior too personally. 

- He watches you like a miserable little puppy whenever you’re mad at and ignoring him. He usually gives you and himself a day or so to calm down before calling out your name as you pass and giving you a shy apology. 

- There’s quite a few I love you’s in your relationship, usually when you’re alone. Occasionally, you’ll say it in public and he’ll shyly say it back, punching his friends in the arm when they tease him for it. 

- He’s a loyal boy and he’s preparing to spend the rest of his life with you. You’re the best at the extinguisher charm so it’s really just a matter of public safety, isn’t it? 

[ignisnocturnalia]

I think I've figured out how I want to write these (Exposition/mini story, when relationship is established HCs actually start) based on a previous statement I made, also ANOTHER REQUEST! All headcanons are placed at the back of the story part. Let's get this ball rolling!

Crow x Reader

"Now, if he ever flies too far from the nest?" Spider leans forward, "Boom." Your stomach made a flip at the kingpin's explanation, and you've never been more uncomfortable to have your Ghost out in the open. Some part of your mind is saying 'Who cares? That's the man that killed Cayde', but another half is saying 'He has no idea. It isn't fair to judge him for something he can't remember'.

That meeting had happened an hour ago and you couldn't get his dumb gray face out of your head. He looked so.. sad. Regardless, having a Ghost rigged with explosives did not sit right with you at all. Spider wanted you to help him with his Wrathborn problem? Sure, alright. When all of this was over, you knew exactly what you wanted your payment to be.

One large change about the new light that you've found impossible to ignore is diminutive he is. His commentary after successful hunts and small chats after a lure upgrade is administered are curt. Even more surprising is his willingness to present mercy to the corrupted Fallen. He is nothing like Uldren.

Acknowledging this division between his past and present self is when you start to realize that you like working with him. A lot. Probably more than just work, but will you admit it? No. Besides, you tell yourself, he really doesn't look like he's searching for a relationship while figuring himself out.

Petra often asks why you've taken to visiting the Tangled Shore so frequently now, and everytime you scramble to spit out an answer, something stupid like "Spider has a good deal running right now". In some part, it's true, since when you're not hunting Wrathborn you're showing Crow how to do Guardian stuff and explaining Last City life to him. His calm and curious demeanor is extremely cute, and the velvet sound of his voice does not help.

When Spider has both of you run point on a mission you always look to the rafters of the building to try and see him or listen for his steps. He's annoyingly good at stealth. The only time you ever had to be stealthy was in the Gorgon's lair and the Pleasure Gardens. You wish you could speak to him unfiltered; if Spider ever discovered your crush he wouldn't let you hear or see the end of it.

As the months dragged on and you came closer to catching the High Celebrant, you caught yourself anxiously wondering what lie at the end of it all. What if Spider didn't let you take him? And if he did, would Crow stay with you or do his own thing? Greedy little thoughts ran through your head as you thought of all the times you shared together, both of you visibly happy in your eyes.

As much as you'd like to live a runaway life with him and hope he felt the same, you knew it was wrong. He'd get restless, and you'd start fighting. Whatever he chose to do, is what you would let him do. Osiris has taken notice of your feelings, and the knowing glances he gives when no one else is looking sets your face on fire, acting like he doesn't have a thing for Saint always writing those letters when he's on death's doorstep; dramatic is what you say.

Soon enough, all of your close friends can tell you like someone, but they simply can't figure out who. Ironically, the day you work up enough courage to ask him to be your partner is the same day he pins the location of the High Celebrant. The morning is tense, and just getting ready for the big fight is sending energy through your body. Crow, on the other hand, seems much more grim. It makes sense, really; you're the one who's been slaying gods over the years.

You're guard is quickly brought up when Spider summons you for a talk in the main room. You listen to his next words with a fierce intensity.

"Do not let him so close, or spoil him with pretty dreams. Kill the High Celebrant. Break Xivu Arath's hold over my Shore, and you can claim any prise in my lair as your reward. You'll have earned it."

Hiding a smile, you nod and make your way to disembark on your mission; looks like you won't have to ask.

The Dreaming City was as mystical as ever, and you vaguely wondered if Petra had seen you come in. Making quick work of the scarce Hive, you found yourself in Harbinger's Seclude. The massive Cryptolith was impossible to miss, and a full body shiver racked you as you approached it. This was it.

Stabbing the lure into the roots, Crow's voice filled your comm channel.

"Ha! Tagged it! It's bleeding energy and on its way back to you." Your heart jumped at his excited tone. Nobody had any business being that cute. The trademark screech of a Hive portal drowned out all noise, and your next big fight ensued.

The next period of time was spent chasing the Celebrant through realms, until, that is, it sealed the last portal. Osiris had given weak condolences, but you weren't going to give up on Crow. Not today! The blight high above you twinkled teasingly as frustrated tears swam over your eyes as you attempted scrambling up the large Awoken statue, just barely missing the hand and falling back to the ground uselessly.

The silence was becoming overwhelming, deafening, even. Osiris continued to tell you to return to fight another day, but he was too important for you to just leave behind.

"Maybe there's enough Hive magic left in the lure to find another way through!" For once, your Ghost didn't parrot the obvious; you almost wanted to kiss him. Turning around with a new fire, you thrusted your lure into the crystalline floor over the last trace of the High Celebrant's blood. Sure enough, platforms much like those of the Dreadnaught revealed themselves over the edge of the bridge.

You wasted no time, racing over every gap and closing in on the blight. Palpitations overtook your heart when Crow's voice returned to the feed, spewing some kind of death message. Death wouldn't take him. Especially not if you had anything to say about it.

Jumping through the portal, you recognize the bitter feelings of anguish. This is exactly how you felt when Sundance's light washed over the Prison of Elders. Not again.

By the time you see the High Celebrant, all you're seeing is red. Faintly, you remember how Drifter said the Hive in the system were scared of you; good. They should be.

Bullets fly and the ether sings with each corrupted Fallen whose head flies by your gun. If you weren't so pressed for time, you would've strangled the Wizard that had your sought after stolen Light. Standing in the pool of green magic, you turn a furious glare on to the Celebrant and unload your heavy straight into its bony head. Something inside of you lurched in desperation to finish the kill when it summons a portal, trying to make for a retreat and trapping you at the center of the room.

"Crow! The portal!"

"I see it! Now finish it!" Just as he says those words, the trap falls and the portal across the room implodes, sending the High Celebrant to its knees. Your body erupts with power as you descend upon the Hive that killed Sagira and nearly killed Crow, sending it off with your super into the abyss.

Heaving a sigh, your brain finally has a chance to clear with no more present danger. In fact, your chest swells with affection as your Ghost confidently speaks of his trust in Crow followed by his reply.

"It's been an honor, Guardian."

Finally leaving the location, Celebrant head included, you decide to sleep on your short trip back. Your Ghost wakes you up before you land, and when you transmat your eyes immediately fall on Crow, who is safe and sound. Behind your helmet, you smile wearily at the former prince.

The moment you step into the Spider's lair, the air is thick with tension. You can tell the kingpin is pleased to have the Shore cleansed of Hive corruption, but also upset that he has to give up one of his prizes.

"It's done." You say firmly.

"So it is... so it is," he leans forward in his seat with a leer, "All right, Guardian. As promised, you can have a prized bauble from my lair as compensation for your... heroics." The last word rolls off his tongue with a quiet distaste, and you have no problem returning the feeling.

"I want... him." Jerking your head in Crow's direction, you can feel the energy crack through the room.

"Cute. Real funny." Your brows crease in impatience at his dismissive snicker.

"You said anything in the room." You do your best to keep your eyes off of Crow; a distraction now could be bad news. Spider lets out a terrible laugh as his guards step forward, readying their spears.

"Oh... You really want my little bird," he puts an uncomfortable amount of importance on the words "really want", "Fine. You can have him." The large Fallen turns his gaze to Crow, mockingly waving his arm upward.

"Fly away," he looks back down at you, "and get the hell out of my lair."

No further instruction is needed as you and Crow make your leave. As you exit the safehouse, both Glint and your Ghost come out.

"Now what?" Glint looks to Crow for an answer. The reality of the event settles on the Awoken, and he looks at you in a way he hasn't before.

"Why would you do this for us?"

As a formality, you've never taken off your helmet around Crow. He'd never seen, or even had an idea about your face, until... now. The tear streaks from the mission are still on your face, slightly visible in the dim light. Walking over to him, you slowly bring your eyes up to his. He doesn't move away, but you do notice with a flash of hope that a blush is starting to grace his cheeks at your proximity. Clenching your eyes shut, you close the gap between you two and press a kiss to his lips.

He freezes for a moment before placing his hands on your shoulders, and you pull back afraid that you've just made the wrong move.

"I... uh." His eyes dart here and there before settling back on yours. His face straightens out, and then he hesitantly leans forward into your range again. This time, he's the one kissing you.

Both of you leave the Tangled Shore together.

Relationship HCs

He never fails to pick you up during your special brand of greeting, which is running straight at him and jumping into his arms. You even do the little spin around like those movie couples

He's okay with subtle PDA like handholding, but nothing too extreme such as kissing in front of others; he prefers to keep more intimate moments between you and him

Surprisingly eager for cuddles with you at the end of the day

He will let you indulge yourself by doing stupid things every once in a while, like seeing how much whipped cream you can put in his mouth before he can't take anymore

There are times when you just talk about random stuff because he knows you like the sound of his voice

He usually has to calm you down whenever another Guardian stares too long. You see it as a threat, and you're ready to defend your glowing boyfriend with your life

When you're not busy with Vanguard tasks, you're bringing him to the planets that weren't swallowed by the Darkness and showing him the layout, along with whatever endemic life is present

He becomes enamored with Earth's crows, which you had expected

Whenever he has visions of his past, he'll tell you and you do your best to fill in with rudimentary details such as location or time; you hope he never remembers the moment when you had to kill him

You especially love playing with his hair, it's nearly softer than silk and you are intrigued by the white streaks at the front of his cut

Both of you will decide to sit down every once in a while and just touch each other's face; you prefer running your hands along his jawline and cheekbones while he'll brush just under your eyes and along your temples

Dates can range from a quiet, romantic dinner to hunting down large and difficult quarry

Whenever you find a Golden Age waltz piece, you bring it to him and give it a listen; these sessions always end with you two dancing and swaying with each other

Truly, a couple of many talents

NSFW 👁👄👁

The first time you get anywhere close to the act he's so unsure of himself you both stop and instead explore each other at the surface level

No matter how many times he sees you nude his face is a blushing mess everytime

The first few times you take the lead, but once you both get over the fact that you've exchanged pleasantries he's the one who figures out he likes to be dominant in bed

He's vocal to an extent, mostly heavy breathing/moaning and grunts to let you know exactly how good you feel

He's super into bondage (who would've known?) whenever you're the one tying him up

He always prefers the ability to see your face, and whether it's because he can see your face contort in pleasure or because he can lock with you in a heated kiss, you can't tell

His sides are usually ticklish, but they act more like erogenous zones when both of you are deep into it

He starts out rough since he isn't used to this kind of activity at all, but over time he finds a balance between being gentle and absolutely blowing your back out

He's likely to caress your arms and waist the whole time to add another sensitive layer to your already overstimulated body

He also likes draping his body over yours, and with how hot his chest is and the press of his lower body? You're not arguing

Once you finish, he either goes straight to sleep while huddling against you or you convince him to get up so you can shower together

I have 2 asks for Drifter HCs, but I'm implementing a personal/request system so I can keep my monsterfucker train going. The next HCs I'm releasing are for Nokris, then I'll do Drifter HCs, and for now my last personal writing will be for Ghaul

[remakethestars]

RAVENCLAW 💙🦅🤎

Headcanons.

❝Even in the blackness, light can be found. My enemy can be outsmarted.❞

— Alex Hirsch, Journal 3

This is my house, y'all; buckle up!

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, & Slytherin. Headcanon masterlist.

The door'll let you in for witty responses.

We prop it open during exam season, when everyone's coming back from dinner, on party nights, & when no one can solve the riddle.

Questions become more difficult to answer after curfew.

Everyone waits outside & pretends not to know first night until the first-years figure it out.

Today's riddle & answer posted on the back of the door every morning; check before you leave just in case.

Sometimes you find the prefects debating over what the answer is; no one leaves the common room until someone's figured it out, so sometimes, the entirety of Ravenclaw is late to breakfast.

Again, if we absolutely can’t, we’ll prop it open.

If the door’s propped open and you remove the prop, we’ll use the guillotine on you.

Everyone has at least one hill to die on.

There's a podium by the fireplace with a record book on it of all the books in Ravenclaw's library that you can ask for help finding books from (pages flip in their own). 

If you’re in a reading slump, describe what you're looking for; we've probably got it!

If you don't like writing & highlighting in the books, it'll disappear while you have it, but everyone's free to mark in them. 

So good at reading their own messy notes and the notes their friends wrote they can read a doctor's handwriting.

And there are notes everywhere. As organized as some Raveclaws wish they could be, you can't make notebooks & journals as organized as Google Doc & Word documents. Unless, ya know … someone made a spell for that — hold on, I gotta write that down!

Professors find notes — ideas for spells & potions — on the back of homework & tests. More knowledgeable teachers will add their ideas or advice before handing it back.

Everyone leaves a copy of their favorite book with annotations before they leave seventh year. 

There's a coffee/tea cart in the common room. 

Hallways to the dorms are covered in graffiti from students long passed.

Dorms branch off based on your year. 

Girls can walk into the boy's dorms & vice versa. 

All rooms are extended for more space.

Beds are built into the wall like window seats & have bookshelves where the head and footboards should be. 

Dark blue curtains can be drawn shut if you're feeling introverted. 

Trunks go under the bed, so they're kinda high off the ground.

Cast an extension charm if you’re claustrophobic.

At the end of every year, everyone congregates in the common room, someone casts glisseo on the stairs to Ravenclaw tower, & everyone slides their trunks down (it's called "the trunk shoving").

No one gives a single sh¡t about house points.

Ravenclaw’s are always blowing something up & losing points.

Dramatic about stubbing their toe, but super casual about ending up in the hospital wing because they "wanted to test a hypothesis."

If you have a question or don't understand something, ask it loudly in the common room; someone will undoubtedly answer or direct you to another who can.

Just don't use bad grammar, or sixteen people will correct you in unison. 😅

Learn (a) new language(s) in the common room 20:00–21:00 Mon.–Fri.

Tutoring sessions are in the common room at 21:00–22:00 Mon.–Fri. Or ask for private lessons to work around your schedule.

If a particular teacher's sh¡t, we host a class in the common room after dinner.

Also, there're just classes for random stuff: art, budgeting, codes & code-breaking, cooking, dancing, darning, fencing, ice skating (in the winter months), knot tying, lock picking, makeup, Morse code, muggle martial arts, sewing…

First years are all offered a class on note taking.

A lot of us do our homework on Friday night so we don't have to worry about it all weekend, so there're no party activities tonight, but you can play a muggle board game if you want.

Karaoke on Saturday nights.

Dungeons & Dragons on Sunday nights.

D&D’s swapped out for a play once a month; screw the theater ban! (For an explanation of Hogwarts’s theater ban, see Albus Dumbledore’s notes on “The Fountain of Fair Fortune” in The Tales of Beedle the Bard.)

Morning yoga in the common room — feel free to join; we'll teach you some poses.

Ask around; whatever you're looking for — info, candy, contraband — someone probably hands it out, sells it, can get it for you, and/or can tell you where to find it.

Pass around a spell that allows them to clean themselves. Who has time for showering?

And a potion that gives them the same feeling & energy as if they slept. Who has time for sleeping?

Yes, we're building a guillotine in the common room.

Please don't utilize it in the decapitation of any living person or thing (unless it's the Snape or Umbridge)!

Our next project is a carousel. With working lights & everything.

Yes, we're building a house of cards in the common room; please don't blow on it.

Be quiet until noon on the weekends or get hexed.

Thank Merlin they teach sign language in the common room every year & everyone knows enough to get by.

Parties are highly regulated.

People volunteer to walk people back to their dorms & put up protection charms so you don't get assaulted. Those people are vetted with Veritaserum first to confirm the authenticity of their intentions.

People often get into academic debates, which can get a bit loud; just silencio them & move on.

The entrances to the dorms are hidden behind moving bookshelves.

The Ravenclaw copy of Hogwarts: A History will tell you more than you realized you needed to know; there're enough notes in the margins to make a second book, including how to enter the kitchens, how to sneak out if the castle, how to find the Room of Requirement…

They've located more secret passages & rooms in Hogwarts using spells they created than the Marauders were aware of.

First-years are told how to put extension charms on their backpacks so they're not heavy — that's a crap-ton of stairs.

There's an incredibly thick book by a armchair near the fireplace that's full of testaments of Ravenclaw's alumni. "What's one thing you wish you'd known when you started Hogwarts?" First-years are encouraged to flip through it.

And taught a low-concentration spell for levitating books while laying down so your arms don't get tired (flick wand to turn page).

Common room's extended to fit all kinds of activities (and the bookshelves).

Some third-years built an aquaponic system on top of one of the window seats; take a cucumber, if you want, or stop to look at the fish.

Again, explosions are not uncommon. (Please don’t drop any explosives in the fish tank. As water isn’t as compressible as air, this will kill the fish.)

Everyone just kinda glances over to make sure you’re okay before going back to what they were doing.

There's always a record playing.

They host a hike through the Forbidden Forest once a week, because what even are rules?

If you hear an intelligent conversation taking place, feel free to sit down & listen or jump in!

The wind whistles against the windows all year round, but they've been charmed to keep water out.

Played The Floor is Lava before it was a meme.

There's a two-way mirror on the wall above the fireplace. There's a muggle television on the other side. No one's sure whose T.V. it is, but a lady comes in in the mornings in hair curlers & watches the news.

She puts in V.H.S. tapes of Disney movies at the start of term. Hypothesis says it's for the first years & this person's a half-blood or a muggle-born.

Sometimes, people work together to solve the Friday crossword in The Daily Prophet. It's the hardest all week.

Look at each other like they're the camera in The Office when someone says something stupid.

Oh, boy, if someone's found a really good mystery book… That sh¡t’s getting magically copied & passed around. We discuss theories at meals, pass notes in class, & set up a murder board in the common room.

Actually, Ravenclaw house has solved a number of murders in its free time.

Visit my Ravenclaw YouTube playlist & Pinterest board.

DISCLAIMER ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.

[mayans-sauce]

Old Man Part. 1

Gif Credit: @claytoncardenas

Pairing: Felipe Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: uh.. old man with younger reader (?), READER IS 18+ DONT WORRY! kissing, a little bit smutty.. umm... idk you all know what this is.

Request by thirsty anon Hey! Can you write a fic where maybe you’re felipes younger girlfriend and angel meets you somewhere without knowing who you are. Flirts with you and you turn him down only for him to visit pop at the shop and sees you on felipes lap, making out so Felipe has no choice but to finally introduce you.

A/N: ummmmm.. I blame you anon for this but thanks for the request I guess.. and uh.. enjoy. If anyone is confused ❗️HERE❗️is the thread that started it all! Also I cringed the entire time while writing this and I’m going to need even more therapy now. Please for the love of God don't hate me I swear I'm not actually this weird

Here is my Masterlist and I swear it’s other stuff than Felipe on there!

Special Felipe Reyes taglist for all of you thirsty DADDY Felipe hoes: @blue-angel-wings @petlaufeyson @mrskokitztelford @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @womendr001 @glimmerglittergirl @dejaazaro @thewarriorprincessxo @breanime @sillygoose6969

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One of the first people you got to know when you moved to Santo Padre was Felipe. You would frequently buy meat from him since it was the best you had ever tasted (wink wink). He was always polite to you and you loved talking with him. Everyday when you came by the shop he would ask you what you were making that day. Sometimes you would bring a bit of the food you made the day before so that he could have a taste.

The more you talked to Felipe, the more you started to like him. Were you starting to get a crush on him? No... you could never.. the man is old enough to be your grandfather. But.. it was just something about the man that captivated you to him. All you could think about when he was talking was to run your thumb across his mustache.. and feel those lips against yours. Oh gosh! You were starting to fall in love with him.

One day you decided to invite him home to you for dinner. A lovely friendly dinner together wouldn't hurt. He quickly said yes to your request when you asked him, which made you ecstatic.

You had made the best meal that you have ever created. Wanting to impress Felipe with your cooking skills. Dressing up in something a bit revealing so that he could see what you had to offer. Nothing much, just a little sneak peek of your goodies. The table was set up beautifully with the meal in the middle. Hearing the doorbell ring, you went over to the door to open up.

There he stood. The beautiful, handsome man that he was. He had dressed up a little himself, the sight of him almost making you drool. Maybe he was thinking the same thing that you had been thinking. His eyes roamed your body, lingering a few seconds on your exposed cleavage. ”You look beautiful.” Your skin started to warm up at his words. Looking down at the floor while you fiddled with your hands. ”Thank you, Felipe. You don't look so bad yourself.”

”The food was excellent.” ”Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.” Getting up to clear the plates away, you reach for his one; he was going for the plate at the same time as you. Your hands touched, and sparks flew through your body. You felt.. warm and safe. He looked into your eyes. Both of you silent. You didn't need to speak; both of you knew what you were feeling at this exact moment.

It all happened so quick, but before you knew it, your lips were on his. His hands holding your waist while you lead him to the bedroom. For the rest of the day and night, you spent making love in bed. For such an old man he knew how to work that magic in the sheets, and he had given you the best dick you had ever had in your whole life. From that day, you and him were utterly and madly in love.

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You and Felipe had been together for a few weeks now, and it had been the best time of your life. No one knew you were together, and you wanted to keep it a secret a little while longer. You still haven't met his sons that he talks about. That all changed when you met Angel one day out and about.

Angel, of course, didn't know who you were. He quickly struck up a conversation with you. Being his cocky self, telling you how beautiful you were and inviting you out to a party with him. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look?” “Thank you, and you don't look so bad yourself.” I mean, clearly, he looked good when he had Felipe's sexy gene's in him. “And yes.. I've been told plenty of times.” Felipe always complimented you and always reminded you of how sexy and beautiful you were. Just the thought about him made your whole body tingle. You played along for a while but not long after you shut him down. Telling him you were not interested. After all, you were kind of his stepmom now (not that I see Angel complaining about that).

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When Felipe was on his breaks, you would be right there with him. His breaks would be one of the few times in the day where you would have time for each other. You would mostly be sat on his lap, having a quick little makeout session, or on those days when you were really desperate for each other... you would get down and dirty right there on the floor to the walk-in freezer.

Today you were sat on his lap. His lips on yours while one of his arms held your waist, while his other moved dangerously close to your most sensitive area. Your hands were playing with his hair. Feeling something poke you, you knew where this would end up.. in that fucking freezer. ”Mmm.. please, Felipe, I want to feel your big co..”

Your words were interrupted by Angel walking in the door. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his old man with that beautiful girl whose pants he was trying to get into. “What in the actual fuck.” “Angel... there is someone I want you to meet...” Well, this was going to be both awkward and hilarious as fuck.

[lokislynx]

Loki series episode 3 and 4...

First of... damn I'm tired. Rough year(s) at work... and life is really showing today.

I so hoped to be entertained. Instead I get to see my comfort character getting beaten, tortured and thrown around in every episode. Not to mention he is made to look weak and a complete fool. At first I could understand his weakness, being just smashed by the Avengers but... episode 2 begun with him running after Mobius like a lost, frightened puppy. Worst is that you can see Loki knows he is going to get hurt and looks like he really can't take it any more.

Then in episode 3... It's like he had an IQ of 200 in the movies and it's been pruned to his shoe size. I have to say when Tom Hiddleston smiles and you look at those cheekbones oh so narrow... *sigh* you can fool youself and think it's just an act but...

Oh...

E 4 was the worst. Torture just continues. Loki looks like he doesn't give a damn, that he is bored... or just sad... I am not critisizing Tom's acting, he is awsome... but the writers... There really is nothing amusing about watching a depressed person get tortured. And him being alone makes it worse. He has no one he can trust, not even Sylvie... It's unbalanced. I just... I have no words.

Or maybe I do. I just have too many.

Narcissist. Loki. Fuck.

And no. Not a narcissist Loki is going to finally fuck himself.

Just...

He is insane, he is bad, he is starved for affection, he wants people to notice him... He is not a narcissist! He has empathy! He loves everyone BUT himself... Him loving Sylvie is actually an improvement if you think it from that point of view. He learned to love himself just not "himself".

Being a victim of a narcissist myself I have to say this offends me... like a dagger it cuts deep. People should be made aware what narcissists are, not fed these false examples of them. There is good in Loki. There is nothing good in a narcissist! Not a thing! If you have or get a narcissist in you life just... fucking run!

Loki can change. A narcissist cannot. There is absolutely no redemption for a narcissist. All they touch for too long will turn into a bleeding mess.

But unlike daggers narcissist aren't useful or beautiful. You cannot see your reflection from them and you absolutely cannot wield them... for long anyway.

What hurts maybe the most is that Loki is too human. He behaves from e 1 to 4 like a person whose been a victim of a narcissist for too long. And you know what else narcissists can do?

Have a narcissist is your life and at one point you will tell yourself that you are one.

And you will propably never stop doubting that. To this day there still are times... a lot of times when I tell myself that I am one. I am not. My granny is one... and also a psychopath. Yay... We didn't see that until it was too late for... oh, so many.

A narcissist would never admit being one. They would never even consider it a possibility. That would require empathy and ability to see things from other people's perspective. Also it would/should lessen their sense of selfworth.

Loki is not a narcissist. Now Odin could be. Thanos could be. But Loki isn't for his actions thrive from love or the lack of it. He loves... but not himself. And all Loki wants is to be loved back. "Loved back" are keywords here. Next time you need to figure out if someone is a narcissist use that. A narcissist wants to be loved but cannot return that love. They can pretend but... it won't be real. Your love is the dagger they will turn against you and the wounds it will cause are not imaginary.

This is what narcissists do to people. A powerful Loki ends up kneeling, forgets he has over 1000 years worth of training in magic and combat arts, that he physically can overpower humans with his little finger or just by sitting on them... for he is too broken and tired to care anymore.

[namgee]

implications | knj

❥pairing: Namjoon x Reader (f)   ❥genre: fluff, slice of life (pg) ❥word count: 2.3k ❥summary: The adventurer life isn’t for you. You like your routines and you stick to them, but a small mess-up finally forces you beyond your desired level of social interaction as you rely on a stranger. A stranger whose actions and words imply things you wish to explore. ❥warnings: none  ❥a/n: this was just a quick little thing I wrote a few days ago before I got started on another smut fic which should come out in about a week 😋 ^^ I did a quick proofread so sorry for any mistakes 😣

A silence that sounds with turning pages, graphite scraping against thick paper and the ever present hums that arise from thought. Your ears anticipate it even before you're there. It’s, for the most part, the same soundscape you’ve grown accustomed to since you started visiting the art atelier. Well, the building technically has multiple ateliers, whatever your artistic interest, for a reasonable fee each month, you can visit the space and use their resources. Each floor focuses on certain subject areas, people are allowed to move around and work wherever they want. Like a Google workspace except for the arts.

You usually stick to the 4th floor, where most of the graphics tools are. The elevator dings, you step away from the metallic box and towards the senior part-time receptionist, Diane, who gives unsolicited artistic advice under the guise that old age equates to prowess in art criticism. The advice isn’t half as bad as you expected still, you rarely take it. You place your folder on the desk giving her a smile, teeth barely visible, it’s the best iteration of ‘a lady should always smile when talking to others’ smile you can muster with your lips chapped from the borderline glacial air you had to walk through this afternoon.

“Well, hello young lady! You haven’t visited the establishment in a while. Mateo has been asking about you actually.”

Mateo is the head of the graphic art department who you might or might not like, there’s still a few weeks left for you to decide. Your roommate, Jovian, had given you the ultimatum, “You have until you finish whatever creature you’re trying to collage together this time around,” she had said waving her half painted stiletto nail around before diverting her attention to another girl who also seemed to be having a hard time choosing as her family and in laws attempted to decide for her. On one thing you were sure, you would have said no to the dress she had on.

“There we have it! That’s a much better smile that one you gave before. It’s always best to show some teeth,” Diane says, her two row of teeth (some of which look awfully fake) in full display.

“I’ll sure think about it next time Diane. I’m just here to check in right now,” you sigh, removing your decaying gloves which have lost their purpose, your fingers are about as stale as Diane’s as you fish around for your membership card in your wallet.

“The time please darling.”

“3pm to 8pm,” you say blowing warm air into your palms.

It takes a few minutes for her to find your name in the system. “Oh sweetheart, it seems someone else already took your spot.”

“Exactly how did they take my spot?”

“Hmmm,” Diane’s eyes lift upwards as she tries to find an answer in the air, “to be quite frank with you I do not know.” She sounds shocked that she doesn’t know something.

“Uh, excuse me?” Someone questions from behind you. You both turn towards the voice coming from a golden haired man sporting what is most likely the best variant of the fully toothed lady smile Diane advocates for. To make matters even better it’s shaped like a heart. “I believe that I was the one who took the spot.” he giggles nervously as if caught red-handed before sliding his own card onto the desk.

You assume he’s here to work with graphics for some sort of fashion related purpose, in fact he sort of looks like the graphics plastered around the building: colourful, bold, warm but still a bit overwhelming.

“You’re indeed the one who booked the slot first, young man.”

“I believe that this is what the trainer for my position was referring to as a glitch in the system.” Diane says with an air of pride.

“Hm, sorry about that,” The human embodiment of a colour wheel says with an apologetic pout.

“Oh, don’t worry I’m sure I can find another place, it isn’t your fault,” you wave your hand around giving him your second or third genuine smile of the day. He mumbles a shy ‘okay’ before heading right, away from you.

“Can you see if there’s any place on the other floors?” You reluctantly ask, after all you had never gone to other floors unless it was to buy snacks because the queues on the 4th floor were too long or to find unoccupied bathrooms.

Diane finds you an opening for the floor above. You thank her and move back to catch the elevator doors right before they close, swiftly slipping in towards a surprised figure, a big figure. You mumble a quick apology after bumping into him. When you turn your head to look at him he gives you what you assume to be his own equivalent of the barely noticeable smile you gave Diane a few minutes ago.

The ride takes a few seconds. You rush out the second the opening of the doors is big enough for you slip past if you just take a deep breath in. Another second goes by where you feel disoriented. The floor layout is not that different from the one beneath but the place looks far more cramped than what you expected. Don’t writers like to be alone? In their own space?

You watch as Mr. Big gives yet another one of his glances, you haven’t figured out how to describe them yet, you don’t know if you’re being judged or just being perceived or whatever it is that writers do.

He goes to the right, so you take the other way. You peruse the space for a place you could sit down to work on your project. Somehow, the writers with their notebooks and laptops seem stingy about letting you settle down despite how packed the floor already is.

For every glance you take at a potential working spot you receive three glances and these ones you know to be of the judgy kind. You walk and walk only to end up on square one. Just to make sure, you do another round and another one as if you were in a full parking lot waiting for one of the cars to magically pull out for you to get a place. By your third tentative walk, the one where you put the most effort to seem approachable and nice, someone takes pity on you.

It seems it’s not only his stature that is big but so is his heart.

“Oh god, thank you!” You sigh, sliding into Mr. Big’s little corner which faces backwards from the café.

“It was starting to look... sad.” He gives you a brief look before focusing back on his laptop screen.

“It wouldn’t have been, if you writers were more welcoming,” you scoff, shrugging off your jacket, the rustling brings your actions to his focus.

A delicate slender hand pushes against his glasses as he leans back, “You’re quite the daredevil, huh?”

“What? Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know, slipping past closing elevator doors and sitting down to probably do something noisy with a lot of... “ He takes a look at your stash of materials, “things while surrounded by silence seeking writers. Those things make me say that.”

“That’s a very boring view on action. Also the concept of this building is literally to allow anyone to work anywhere.”

“Sure, you’re right but just because that’s their goal doesn’t mean it turns out that way. This place is no different from high school, certain spaces have been sort of ‘claimed’.”

“And you expect me to act like a good teenage girl and not start trouble?”

“Your words, not mine.”

“Aren’t you a writer? You should know certain words can imply certain things,” you say matter of factly and receive a disjointed but delightful laugh as his hand fists to cover his wide smile.

“Anything else you know about writers that you would like to share?”

“You might end up making a character out of me, or a scene out of my situation.” You’re playing on stereotypes but for all you know they could be true. You lay out your material on the table forcing him to scoot a bit. He doesn’t protest and you appreciate that, so you give me a genuine tight lipped ‘thank you’ smile.

“So what are you doing?” He asks, lowering his computer screen a bit.

“A collage.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t really know yet. I’m just figuring it out as I go.” You stare at the big pile of magazines, newspapers and flyers you managed to collect over the past month. Something has to come out of it. “What about you?”

“Pretty similar actually, I just came here to write, figuring it out as I go you know.” He picks up a piece of paper nearest to him, a green flyer. “Do you even know what it says?” He holds it up to you. The text is in Arabic.

“No, I don’t.”

“Wouldn’t you want to know? I mean the work will be tied to you.” He questions.

“It doesn't matter, it’s not like anyone will see this,” you mumble, snatching the flyer from him.

“Someone should, I don’t know much about collages, actually I know nothing, but I like what I see so far.”

“What exactly do you see?” You probe.

“Ummm… uhhhh… it’s– there’s branches and,” he leans over to get a better look and hesitates “tentacles? Okay, so maybe I don’t know what it is, but I still stand by it. It’s nice to look at.”

“Would you give it as a gift to someone?” You probe even further.

“You know what, I’m just trying to tell you I like it. Like I would totally buy it! So yes, I would give it to someone, myself!” He has an overly cheery voice that encourages more glances your way. The more you look, the more you start thinking they’re watching you and not judging.

“How much?”

He gives you an incredulous expression, he seems both intrigued and confused with behaviour.

You snort a short laugh, “I’m just messing with you. But don’t get me wrong if you do want to buy it then I’m definitely taking offers.”

At that he retreats back into himself and his silence to focus on the blank document page. You shrug it away, you knew his words were too good to be true.

The two of you work in relative silence, your ripping and cutting does add a bit of a soundtrack for the period of time. After an hour or so of working, you move to buy a cinnamon bun, and while you’re at it you buy a second one. You did feel a bit apologetic for disturbing his workspace, you of all people should know.

You place his plate beside him but he’s too engrossed into his writing to provide any response. He does finally whisper a shy ‘thanks’ once he lifts his gaze from the screen. You answer with a nonchalant but truthful ‘no biggie’.

The hours bleed into themselves and soon enough your allocated time is about to run out. You’re quite used to that routine,packing up your material well in time to leave. However, the man in front of you doesn’t seem to have a good grasp of time. Last minute, he hurries to assemble his belongings, swiftly turning around to check that he hasn’t left anything behind, almost knocking down the plate that you manage to catch.

Your elevator ride to the bottom floor is as silent as the one you had earlier. You walk with synchronised strides somehow following the same way after you leave the building. You’re sure one of you is following the other, but as long as you’re concerned you’re taking the way back home. You walk in silence for a few more minutes before you think of asking him where he lives, just to make sure but he beats you to speaking.

“So uhhh, would–” he starts off in a high pitched voice which he masks with a cough, “I meant, would you like to grab a coffee?”

“At 8pm?” Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Or a drink?” He suggests.

“What does coffee or a drink mean?”

“I thought you were good at getting the implications of certain words.” He smirks, which seems out of character, but then again you don’t know him. You’re just curious about something first.

“What did you end up writing?”

“A short story about an avid museum visitor that discovers a collage at an exhibition that has him intrigued.” He chuckles knowing very well it just proves your point. And you smile satisfied to have finally figured out what that particular glance of his meant. He was just taking you in.

“It’s Y/N by the way,” you would have reached out your hand towards him but they’re cold so you compensate with a warm smile Diane would approve of. “And I wouldn’t mind a drink right now.”

“I’m Namjoon and I’m very happy you said that” He punctuates his excitement with a dimple. The same one you would come to grow enamoured with, so much you would make a collage piece out of all the pictures you’ve taken where it is present. In return, he would, just as he did today, unconsciously and deliberately write your works into his stories, and welcome you into his space.

“By the way, when you let me sit with you in your space, were you claiming me then?” You ask out of curiosity and urge to mess with him.

“I– I don’t know what you’re implying. But if you mean me taking pity on you then yes.” You scoff a bit too loud at his response. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to whatever it is you have in mind,” He says, looking down at your quizzical expression with warm eyes and a restrained laugh as he walks closer to you. It seems you’re not the only one who’s good with implications.

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