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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hi!! Here for the matchups!!

Level: 3

Fandoms: Stranger Things, Marvel and The Umbrella Academy.

Energetic af, also depressed?? My counsellor says I always look sad and unhappy, even angry sometimes. Um, smart but dense. Quite dirty minded at times. Lots of anger issues. Music tastes be random. (I love Metal and Rock, but got a small spot for sad/good hearted messages like Alamo, devil town, etc. and just random over songs too.)

Pansexual, she/her, absolutely love my birds (I got 2) and my dog sadie, only got like 1 friends, I shoot boxes in my backyard with a bow and arrow. Im a self taught skater (since I was 7-). I also own heelies. I hate drama, yet always get dragged into it. (I get into a lot of (physical) fights at school.)

Do not like my mom is putting it lightly. (Lots of mommy issues over here.) Have a randomly high pain tolerance. I laugh at pain, to make it worse? I built my my own treehouse?? I mean, my dad helped me take the crates apart for the wood but everything else was up to me. I can sew? Currently learning to crochet. LOVE Ghostbusters.

Ginger, white, lots of freckles, face, arms, shoulders and even a few on my lips. Greenish/blue eyes. Short mid neck-shoulder hair. All over the place nest of hair. Thick thighs and a little chubby. I weigh around 65kgs, which is 143 in pounds.

This got very long, lol

Thank you I’m advance!!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

Um okay I absolutely love your introductory sentence. "Energetic af, also depressed?? My counsellor says I always look sad and unhappy." ITS A VIBE. I too look like I've stepped on a bee and hate everyone.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

She was the first person who popped in my head when I read your message. She would absolutely love that you have such a twisted outlook on the world, and find solace in your trauma. She feels seen with you, and you bond so fiercely.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Sitting around her bedroom, talking about the most randomest topics because conversation is so easy. There’s nothing taboo or inappropriate with Robin. She loves talking about fricken EVERYTHING

・”Wanna go annoy Steve?” “Fck Yeah”

・ice cream ice cream ice cream ice cream!!!!!!!!!!!! she always wants to go get ice cream and usually ends up dripping it on herself

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Rebel Yell by Billy Idol

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Similar Personalities

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Bucky Barnes. I think he scares a lot of people off eventually because of his grumpy moods. But you found it endearing. He knows he can open up to you, and you can do the same with him.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Bucky LOVES banter. When you guys first met, he said a few comments and thought in his head, “shit, they probably freaked ‘em out” but you gave it right back

・You like to show him stuff he’s missed out on. His favourite things that you’ve introduced him to are Ghostbusters and croqueting

・Will pick you up and throw you over his shoulder...

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Black Dog by Led Zepplin

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Initially Distant But Mutual Yearning

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Klaus Hargreeves! I think he would find a way to make you smile. Your mind seems to quiet whenever Klaus is around, he has this ability to make all issues seem small.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Loves to read to you, and not only books. He’ll just start reading things out loud and getting sad when you aren’t listening to him

・Likes the sound of you laugh, and will do anything to hear it

・Petnames are absolutely ridiculous: “sugar pie”, “sweet cheeks,” “giggle-gurt”, “honey-pie”

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ From Ritz To Rubble by Arctic Monkeys

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Tragic Past x Ray of Light (works both ways!)

#match ups #ships

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stariwrites · 2 years

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Ooh Stari!!

Could I join your Vday match up thing?

You didn't ask but my gender is she/her

I would prefer to be matched to he/him

My preferred fandom is BNHA

My all time favorite song is The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy!

The bird I would choose is ( a phoenix if it was real lol) but my actual bird would be a Hyacinth Macaw, and why because they are a beautiful big bird, I like my animals to be big lol!

My theme song would also be The Phoenix, because it just hypes me up like crazy, but If I had to choose a different one it would be Hypnotized by Set It Off!

I would be the quiet girl in the background that the main bad boy would fall hard for, he would be a jerk to any and everyone (aka Bakugou season 1) but if we were alone he would be softer than cotton lol!

My go to trope or tropes would be frienemies to lovers, like they would be "friends" you know not besties but friendly enough, or maybe in the roommates to lovers area! Or mutual love that both party's think the other doesn't like them back, so one "major" event happens that makes them finally bite the bullet and go out! And you know happy ever after lol!

Of course you can! Thank you for the ask, I match you with....

Dabi!!!!

First of all The Phoenix is such a badass theme!!! I feel like when Dabi first meets you he's very standoffish but has this need to protect you and it genuinely bothers him sjbsjbjsd. He doesn't know what's going on, but eventually gets to know you. He enjoys your back and forth banter. When he's alone with you he feels like he can just be himself and relax with you. He enjoys spending time with you and being able to joke around. Dabi is attentive and if you are cold on a mission he will warm your hands up with his own.

I see you guys being a mix of roommates to lovers and acquaintances to friends to lovers. I feel like Dabi wouldn't know what to do when he starts to have feelings for you and thinks that you don't feel the same and so he would try to pull away from you. Meanwhile you have been flirting with him and when he pulls away you feel like you've screwed up. It isn't until a mission goes wrong that he realizes how close he was to losing you. The two of you both confess to each other (much to the league's relief) and end up dating.

You can find your playlist here and if you don't have Spotify the list will be under the cut!

Love From The Other Side by Fall Out Boy

Running Up That Hill by Loveless

Partners in Crime by Set It Off

7 Minutes in Heaven by Fall Out Boy

Howlin' For You by The Black Keys

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

Death Valley by Fall Out Boy

The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance

Drown by Bring Me The Horizon

D Is for Dangerous by Arctic Monkeys

Helena by My Chemical Romance

Black Cat by Mayday Parade

Bulls In The Bronx by Pierce The Veil

SING by My Chemical Romance

R U Mine? By Arctic Monkeys

Church by Fall Out Boy

Follow You by Bring Me The Horizon

Hell Above by Pierce The Veil

All Around Me by Flyleaf

If you want me to add/ remove any songs please lmk and I hope you like it!!!!

#stari's valentines day event!!!!#starianswers #puppmarolover2195

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dustedmagazine · 2 years

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Kid Congo Powers and the Near Death Experience — Live in St. Kilda (In the Red)

Live in St. Kilda by Kid Congo Powers & the Near Death Experience

On November 9th, 2019 — only a few years ago, and yet somehow another era altogether in the context of recent human experience — the irrepressible Kid Congo Powers, equal parts post-punk journeyman, visionary, prankster and icon, performed in the Australian city of St. Kilda, having accepted an invitation from Kim Salmon of veritable Aussie noise institution The Scientists, to celebrate the publication of his autobiography, Nine Parts Water, One Part Sand: Kim Salmon and the Formula for Grunge. Lacking a sufficient budget to bring his esteemed longtime collaborators the Pink Monkey Birds to the southern hemisphere, Powers was backed on this occasion by the Near Death Experience, veterans of gritty, saturnine acts like Crime and the City Solution and These Immortal Souls, who also happen to be previous tour mates of the Pink Monkey Birds.

This impromptu collaboration, billed fittingly as Kid Congo Powers & the Near Death Experience, is documented in all of its wanton, ephemeral glory on the delightful live show document, Live in St. Kilda, with impressive clarity and crisp high fidelity. While the recording sometimes feels almost too clean to suit these raw, spirited interpretations of several generations of seminal scuzz rock — including tracks drawn from the Pink Monkey Birds’ and Near Death Experience’s cheeky repertoires, as well as covers encompassing the resoundingly influential oeuvres of Powers’ former bands The Gun Club and The Cramps, and a curatorially-eclectic range of other inspirations — the unctuous, pungent charms of this flamboyant performance nonetheless transcend its sometimes overly streamlined edges.

The songs themselves rollick and grind with garage rock authenticity in the venerable tradition of labels like In the Red and Crypt. In this band’s take on East LA Chicano rock pioneers Thee Midniters’ reimagining of the cheerily morbid children’s campfire song “I Found a Peanut,” Powers’ raucously declamatory vocals surf keyboardist Edwina Preston’s surging Farfisa (?) swells and drummer Clare Moore’s delirious drum fills. It’s a performance that might have mesmerized British Invasion-addled teenyboppers decades ago. The band’s rendition of the Pink Monkey Birds’ “Black Santa” has The Cramps’ brashly confrontational, unapologetically neanderthal snarl, with Preston’s spooky Moog accents and guitarist Harry Howard’s overamplified, indestructible riffs setting a tawdry, psychotronic go-go tone that would make Russ Meyer proud.

“La Llorona” is the Pink Monkey Birds’ retelling of the proto-Gothic Hispanic American legend, in which a woman who drowned her own children in a fit of romantic rage roams the coastline eternally, in a tortured state of unresolved pique. Here and elsewhere, while Powers does have a boisterous set of rock n’ roll pipes, the recording, and perhaps the performance itself, might be more compelling with a bit more murk, and thus, enigma shrouding the vocals. It may be as simple as pushing them further back into the mix. But throughout the record, the band’s atmospherics lend gravitas to the overall effect. Here, it’s the spidery No-Wave guitar lines, snaking out like shivery tendrils.

Nonetheless, Powers’ endearingly manic singing, and his effervescent stage banter carry the show throughout. He’s a guttersnipe Elvis fronting a kindler, gentler incarnation of AmRep and Sub Pop label mainstays like the late, lamented Dwarves and The Hellacopters, in a performance that evinces, and executes a more expansive range of genre interests, but funnels them exuberantly through the garage idiom, as in the band’s cover of The Shangri-Las’ “Sophisticated Boom Boom,” and the bludgeoning, Dead Moon-invoking fuzztone static of Cramps cover “Garbage Man.”

Does this music have the literary, lyrical aspirations of the Bad Seeds, or The Gun Club’s heady cultural cross-pollination? No. The set list is appropriate given the festive nature of the event, but it can feel skin deep thematically at times. Here and there, the vocal phrasing is clumsy, the arrangements verge on pastiche. But the band’s spirit cannot be contained, and nor can its capacity to surprise, which seeps periodically through these consummately professional, airtight renditions—like the Kraftwerkian churn that drives Suicide cover “Diamonds, Fur Coats, Champagne,” with its ominous vibraphonic plinks — a film score threatening to careen off the rails.

And it’s the way the band, and Powers especially, set the interstitial moments off in particular, what Powers has described as a band’s artistic ethos, the distinctive style, the inimitable panache inherent in any larger-than-life rock act, that set this gig apart. Like Powers’ purgative burp, punctuating this one-off combo’s version of the NDE’s own “When He Finds Out.” Or the way he teases out the syllables in a sensuous neo-noir drawl in introducing “Diamonds…,” like a pulp fiction archetype’s incantatory reverie while on a sun-baked tear over a freshly paved two lane blacktop reeking of tar. By the time he refreshingly lampoons the idea of a stagey encore after a swaggering cover of The Gun Club’s “Sex Beat,” we’ve been long since won over.

Must have been a day to remember.

Michael Wiener

#kid congo powers #the near death experience #live in st. kilda #in the red #michael wiener #albumreview #dusted magazine #garage #punk #glam #scientists #live

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tobacconist · 3 months

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Of the episodes Oliver has written a cheerful summary :

THE PRINCESS AND THE JEWEL

After much waking-up banter, the Plant tells a story especially for Mrs Pogle. as requested, this is about a good beautiful princess who lived in a Palace (he interpolated the fact that she was also a kleptomaniac). The Princess's nanny puts paid to that by stealing her pet monkey, but not till complete chaos has been caused and the Butler incarcerated. Pippin doesn't understand why he is lucky to be brought up in a wood.

WOODWORK

While Mr and Mrs Pogle have gone visiting, Pippin and Tog try to make her a garden table and chair for her birthday. They fail. The Plant tells them a story about a very poor carpenter who is lucky enough to be commissioned by the Queen to make a table and a chair. Unfortunately he falls asleep, so the tools have to make it for him. The Queen is delighted, gives him gold. The magic has, of course, made the real table and chair. They set the Bandstand awning around it. Mrs Pogle returns and they have music and strawberry ice- cream.

CAKE CRUMBS

Tog has lost his scarf. they go and look for it and see a horse being shod, and a man ploughing with a horse. they find Tog's scarf which my twins (now 40 yrs old !) have tied to their sign. Tog is presented with a cake, so he and Pippin plough a piece of ground and sow cake crumbs to make cake trees. The hedge hog follows them eating the crumbs.

KINGS AND QUEENS

Pippin and Tog are rooting through the dump and come across some playing-cards. They carry them home and Mrs Pogle tells them what they are and helps them to identify the suits and the royal personages. Pippin says the Kings and Queens are real.

So, with the Plant’s magic help, he tells and shows the story of how the Kings fight for the silver apple that is growing at the top of the tree. They cut down the tree but the apple isn’t there. This puzzles Pippin until the Plant explains that the apple was really the moon and that fighting over it was a waste of time.

CLOCKS Tog is severely frightened by a bird in a box on the wall which shouts “Cuckoo” at him. They run home and the Plant explains that it is a clock to tell the time. Pippin doesn’t understand why people would want tho know what time it is. So the Plant tells the story of Prince Pippin who is the Keeper of the King’s Time, and his friend, Professor Glockenspiel who invents, yes, the cuckoo-clock, so that the Prince can go out and play with his friends.

UMBRELLAS

It is raining. The Pogles are making mayhem in the house so the Plant grows umbrellas for them. These dance and 'present themselves'. The Plant tells them how umbrellas are grown in the Island of Gamp, also about how a little Pippin caught a magic umbrella which took him up into the sky so that he could turn off the tap where the rain comes from. The sun has come out, so they help Mrs Pogle hang out the washing.

from here

#the pogles #pogles wood

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cinnabun-faerie · 2 years

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FFXIV Reactions: WoL & their pet acting similar

Note: This is not race specific. If you want to see a Miqo'te one of the same request you can find it here!

Emet-Selch

Naturally, like you, your dog just follows him around. Does it annoy him? On the outside, yet. On the inside, he thinks it's the most precious thing. When no one is around, he will happily give your dog lots of love. But if he were to be honest, he missed you even more.

Fandaniel

So you have a bird and he just loves to banter with it. The bird has learned many words from you as well as actions. It's monkey-see-monkey-do in this house. He finds this so entertaining because like you, the bird loves his stories and his dramatics. Apart from you, the bird may just be his best friend.

Hythlodaeus

So you have a bunny which he finds adorable. They're very fond of adventuring. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that you yourself was this rabbit. Of course, he knew you were not. But even still, it was a funny thought.

Thancred

He's not sure who is similar to who anymore when it comes to you and your snake. You have this playful habit of sticking your tongue out at him and your snake seems to do the same. He's sure you learnt from your scaly friend. On the other hand, you really love to dance and sway along to your favorite songs. He's sure that your snake loves the same tunes because they too seem to bop to the tunes. Honestly he chuckles whenever he sees the similarities and comments on them. But there's one thing he's really glad that the snake doesn't do that you do; bite.

Urianger

He's never truly lonely without you as long as he has your hedgehog. Just something about them reminds him of you. Perhaps it's in the way they act? He's not sure. No matter, he's happy that they're here with him.

Y'shtola

She finds it rather amusing how you dog will curl up on the furniture just like you do. Just wherever you go to lay down, so does your dog. It's like looking a mirror honestly. And just whenever both of you see her, you tend to very excited and run over to her. Y'shtola is always very happy in those moments. But she can't help but chuckle at the similarities.

Zenos

You own two sugar gliders. One of them in particular reminds him a lot of you. He's almost certain that it's the way that they seem to cling to its mate. You like to cling to him and bury your face in his chest. It's quite cute. Yes, surely it was the way that the tiny sugar glider always stays by it's mate side as well that reminds him of you. You were ever the nurturing one and he loved that about you. This sugar glider of yours seemed to be the same. When he misses you, he tends to watch the sugar gliders play and go about.

#ffxiv #ffxiv reactions #emet selch x reader #fandaniel x reader #hythlodaeus x reader #thancred x reader #urianger x reader #y'shtola x reader #zenos x reader

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ak47stylegirl · 3 years

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I have wings, so why do i feel stuck to the ground like never before?: snippet.

Wrote this quickly last night, so this is unedited lol 😅 I hope you guys enjoy it! (the other boys finally appears😁)

Other snippets

@janetm74 @katblu42 @dragonoffantasyandreality @cg29 @alexthefly

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It was a light hearted joke…meant to lighten the mood…

It wasn’t meant to leave Alan, dressed as Phoenix, sobbing full force behind a pile of rubble miles high in the sky. The sounds of his brothers’ voices in the distance, unaware of their youngest being so close and hurting so much, just made Alan sob harder...

It wasn’t meant to bring up thoughts of what could have been…nor the sheer longing of a home…

Of a family...

That he no longer had. Nor deserve.

It wasn’t meant to do any of that….

It had all started out okay-ish…well not okay, an earthquake hitting a city is never okay. But in turns of his emotions, and subsequent trauma, Phoenix felt that he had a pretty good control on it.

Of course that control had a momentary panic attack as two Thunderbirds landed but alas it held…Very much literally duck taped (so much duck tape!) together but holding…

Working with his brothers as Phoenix was almost like an out of body experience. It was exhilarating and nerve-wracking…

The worse and the best,

All at once.

While he tried not to get too close to them, for a multiple of reasons, today his luck ran out. Gordon and Virgil were only a couple of feet away.

He was finnnnneee…

So what if his brain was filled with panicked screaming…

It was fine, he was fine…

Just focus on the mission, there are lives at stake here. Just keep moving rubble and listening for heart beats…

Just keep listening for heart beats…

A sheet of concrete shifted unnoticed above Virgil.

Gordon’s heart skipped a beat.

“Virgil! Watch out!”

Virgil looked up, eyes wide, expecting a piece of rubble to be hurling towards him. But instead, there was a pair of wings…

The concrete went flying.

Phoenix glanced at Virgil, an unrecognizable look in his (weirdly familiar) blue eyes. “You’re…you’re okay?”

Virgil nodded numbly, still in shock, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine..” a blink and Virgil chuckled, giving the kid-

(because he didn’t look older than fifteen?!)

A soft smile “thanks for the save…”

Phoenix stepped back, wings fidgeting nervously behind him. “You would have done the same for me…”

Phoenix briefly locked eyes with Virgil, trying to get across the silence ‘You always have…and still are…’

“Well, maybe not the concrete throwing...” Gordon grinned, nudging Virgil in the ribs, “no matter how strong this doofus thinks he is!”

“Gordon!”

Watching his brothers banter, the longing, the painful ache in his chest, intensified. It was Beast Boy who unknowingly brought everything crashing down.

“Ha!” A green bird landed on Phoenix's shoulder, changing into a small monkey. “You should have been a Thunderbird, dude!”

Everything froze, Phoenix- Alan’s breath catching…

Should have been…

Should have bee-

“Hey, dude!” A green hand was waved in front of Phoenix’s face, time suddenly snapping back in motion. Beast boy was standing in front of him, eyebrows farrowed concerned “You’re okay?”

“Haha, yeah...” Phoenix did the only thing he could do, “I think they-need-me over there!” And fled the scene with a flap of his wings.

A pair of brown eyes watched on, perplexed.

Why was his squid scene screaming?

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #alan tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #superhero au #beast boy #DC comics #thunderbirds crossover #CrossOver

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moreofthatdrowse · 3 years

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As 2022 comes closer, we focus on new beginnings - anything that is new, really - but I’d like to take a break from the demands of change and look at old favourites. List some of your oldies but goldies, such as things that you turn to when you’re in a bad mood and need cheering up, or just things that are close to your heart. Doesn’t matter how many or what kind of things you list, I just think it would be nice to share what makes us happy and cosy. Here are mine:

Folklore. In need, I always turn to music. The Beatles, George Harrison, Arctic Monkeys, The Last Shadow Puppets, Harry Styles, Lady Gaga, Måneskin... But folklore came at a time when nothing happened and things were dreary. It is my sanctuary, and one of my biggest inspirations.

Joe Thomas’s Lamb Story. Comedians James Acaster and Ed Gamble have a podcast called Off Menu where guests get to talk about their dream menus. Joe Thomas tells a story about how he one Christmas buried a lamb in a garden with his friend’s middle-aged dad. It’s such a good story it demanded an entire Christmas special. I often listen to just that bit to smile for a while. The story begins at 39:49, but the whole episode is stellar.

Född fenomenal. My favourite book. It’s written by one of Sweden’s most prominent comedic actors/writers as a diary of a girl who’s obsessed with Anne Frank. I read about five times a year.

The Mamma Mia movies (2008) (2018). Look, I’m Swedish. I’m required to like ABBA. But I can objectively say these movies are the best comfort watches possible. The actors to the music to the jocular ambition... everything’s just great, and the second one is so much about motherly love it hurts.

Little Women (2019). I can draw a distinct line from watching Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird (2017) and Little Women and reading Little Women by LM Alcott to me starting writing and actually continuing. I love the whole Little Women things for what it is and isn’t, for what it couldn’t be when Louisa wrote the book and what it should have been.

John Mulaney’s New in Town bit. Okay, I could have put anything down here by John Mulaney (’Hello? Hush!’ ‘I was over on the bench!’) but this bit is just... God, he’s so good at telling stories.

Walks and runs. I go for a walk when I need to think, and I go for a run when I don’t want to think. The best medicine for a muddled brain.

The Last Shadow Puppets interview with Yahoo. Yahoo described this interview as “a cat-herding-like exercise in futility” and Alex and Miles’s banter always makes me laugh. ‘Trying for another babeh’ and ‘Finish each other’s falafels! Don’t you mean?’ are classics.

Moonage Daydream cover by The Last Shadow Puppets. Alex singing to Cam who takes his sweet time getting to the stage. Miles strutting. Alex, holding a cup, dancing jerkily. Cam taking one giant sideways leap from one microphone to another. Them playing the song in a way Bowie would have been proud of. Everything’s just great.

Anything with the Beatles. They always make me happy :)

I don’t know if this is too big a thing to tag people in but @dovez-yum @imaybeasleep @arctic-monkcys @bidet-and-legolas @skinmane @rock-n-roll-fantasy if you want to do this, please go ahead, otherwise, just see this as a hi! Anyone who’d like to share their favourite things are welcome to do so as well, of course! I’d love to see everyone’s lists!

#tag game

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pl-panda · 4 years

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 5

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By the time the class landed in Gotham, Marinette and Chloé had enough. Their recorders, which were supposed to serve as damning evidence of blatant bullying, got ‘damaged’ when Lila accidentally splashed the two girls with a drink. Whatever it was, it was sticky, didn’t wash with water, and also ruined their hidden dictaphones.

Of course, the liar made it look like it was Marinette who tripped her. The class almost hounded her, but they kept their distance not wanting to also get their clothes dirtied. Of course, Lila was occupying the bathroom for the next fifteen minutes, so when she finally left the drink already dried, making it even harder to get rid of.

When the girls made their way out of the plane to meet with Sabine and their teacher, Lila pushed past them and came crying about how rude Marinette ruined her outfit, which was supposedly incredibly expensive. None of the intelligent people bothered to try and point out that it was cheap mass-produced junk. Alix was visibly conflicted, but also did not speak up in the end.

“Marinette. I expected better of…” The teacher started, but then she saw both girls were hit worse than Lila, who cleaned most of it in the bathroom.

“Sweetie…” Sabine started to rethink if a simple murder wouldn’t solve their problem.

“Don’t worry Maman. I can probably salvage it once we ret… get to Damian’s” Mari corrected herself. Luckily, it seemed like nobody caught her slip of tongue.

“Ugh! Not that creep.” Alya complained. “He gives me shivers.”

Mari glared at her former friend. She wanted to say something, but her teacher urged them to move. They were put into a small lounge. Marinette, of course, had to run them through a safety course, for reasons. She still did her best, as Gotham earned its reputation as the World’s Capital of Crime.

When they were finally cleared and the class left the airport, there was a bus waiting, ready to take them to the hotel. Marinette and Chloé were about to board when a limousine pulled next to them.

“Angel, Bourgeoise…” He greeted the girls. “Since you’ll be staying with us, my father decided to send a proper escort.”

The class stared in disbelief. The guy with a sword was loaded? It definitely looked like it from the car.

“I bet his gramps just works as a driver and borrowed his work car,” Lila whispered to Alya and suddenly everyone was repeating the lie. “Or maybe even stole it…”

A blade was suddenly pressed into Lila’s neck, a hair width away from drawing blood

“Tt. I will tolerate many things, but if you try to insult Alfred one more time, your end will be painful.” The class backed away in fear. Marinette immediately went to try and drag the boy away from a very pale Lila, but he wouldn’t budge. “Am. I. Clear?”

Lila was too paralyzed to answer, so he pressed the blade further. Now it was in contact with her skin and a moment of inattention could have fatal consequences. “Am. I. Clear?” He seethed.

“Yes…” She managed to whisper.

“Tt. Good.” He sheathed his blade just as two security guards came outside to check the commotion.

“Arrest him! He tried to murder Lila!” Alya immediately screamed.

“No. If I did, she would be dead. I only explained certain values.” Damian deadpanned.

The two guards looked between the class and visibly angry Damian Wayne and scratched their heads. They could report it, but they only had the word of some foreigners against the word of the son of the First Citizen of Gotham who was also the fifth richest man in the world. The cameras here stopped working, hence they came out to check what happened.

“Children. We should be going or we’ll miss lunch at the hotel,” their teacher urged. That was enough for the guards. If the chaperone did not press charges, they wouldn’t bother.

“But… But…”

“Lila. Be a bigger person here and apologize to Damian.” Sabine grinned.

“But he…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” The woman cut her off. “You must show our host some respect.”

“I didn’t…” The glare Sabine sent her and the murderous expression on Damian’s face made the words freeze in her throat. “Fine. I’m sorry Damien.”

“Tt.” Was the boy’s only response.

Marinette and Chloé were about to leave when Rose protested. “Why are they not going with us to the hotel!?”

“Because as one of the host families, I’m allowed to welcome the students I choose to my house for the stay.” Damian did not care enough to elaborate more. Instead, he just jumped into the back seat of the Limousine. The girls followed, with Chloé going as far as sticking her tongue at the class.

Once the doors closed and Alfred started the engine, Damian lowered the windshield and leaned outside. “By the way, it’s Damian. Damian W…” He didn’t get to finish because Marinette covered his mouth with her hand and dragged him inside. The windshield closed.

When the car entered the main road, the girl finally let him go.

“What was that about, Habibti?” He glared at her.

“You were about to reveal that you’re the Damian Wayne.” She accused him.

“Tt. It’s time that liar learns who she’s dealing with.”

“It would only blow up in our faces. She would make it worse for all of us, including your family.” Seeing that both her best friend and her husband (still hard to get used to) were looking at her with no small amount of curiosity, she elaborated. “Damian Wayne is supposedly her ‘ultimate price’ from this exchange. She will want to sink her claws into you with all her skill.”

“Tt. She can try.” He huffed. His hand instinctively went to his sword.

“You do know you are quite murderous for a Robin?” Chloé quipped.

“And you’re bratty for a lady.”

“Bird-brain.”

“That’s Drake. Spoiled princess.”

“Daddy can afford it so why not? Trained monkey.”

“Grayson. Try harder. Talentless heiress.”

“I’m helping Marinette start her own company. Emo McBroodyPants.”

“Where did you even get that one?”

“I read.” She huffed. “And looks like I won.”

“Tt. As if.”

Marinette just sat back and watched her best friend and lover bicker there and back. It was nice that they were warming up to one another…

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When Sabine finally arrived at the Manor, she was dead on her feet. Alfred was, of course, waiting for her at the entrance.

“Eventful day, Madame?”

“Don’t.” She cut him off.

“I assume it went worse than anticipated then?”

“Where is Tom?”

“Master Tom is in the kitchen. He decided to prepare some baked goods for the afternoon.”

Sabine stormed to the kitchen where she found her husband. He was clearly busy preparing the dough. After a quick greeting, she went to help him.

“That bad?”

“Worse.” She sighed. “I really don’t understand that woman. How… She cut me whenever I tried to rein those monsters in.”

“Oh… Hand me the pin.” He interrupted himself. Sabine gave him the item, which she already had in hand when he started speaking.

“I’m not sure if I can survive until school starts again. And even then there will be occasional afternoon trips. If it continues, I might just… I will get a jam. You did bring it?”

“I’ve put it on the counter,” Tom replied while still preparing the dough. “And don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll get better.”

“I hope so…”

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In the evening, Marinette, Chloé, and Sabine were introduced to the Batcave. It was indeed impressive, but Sabine was mostly interested in the training ring. She would lie if she didn’t want to test herself against the famous Batman. And she didn’t fancy committing crimes to do so. Well, for now. The class was making it more and more appealing.

“So you’re the girl that tamed Robin?” A redhead in a wheelchair rolled over to Marinette.

“Tt. Shut up, Gordon.” Damian managed to spend a beautiful afternoon without any teasing from his family. Sadly, nothing could last forever.

“Come on baby bird. After the show you gave us on Christmas Eve, you can’t expect us to just drop it.” Dick was there, smiling cockily.

“As much as I too want to tease that couple, I hoped for some sparring matches.” Sabine decided to save the teens. For now.

“Well, Madame, I’m happy to oblige.”

“Who’s with you?” She asked once Nightwing entered the ring.

“Um… I didn’t think you wanted a team match?” He replied, slightly confused.

“No, no. I just thought I would have some challenge.” She smiled brightly. She was dressed in a dark-pink judoka and wooden sandals.

“I… want.” Cass chimed in. She gracefully jumped into the ring before turning to Dick. “Alone.”

“Of course Sweetie. But I won’t go easy on you.”

“Did not… expected.”

The two women watched one another, neither moving from their spots. Both seemed relaxed but ready to react. Cass was first to start circling, with Sabine following. Neither could find any obvious flaws to exploit. Finally, Sabine lunged forward, only to jump to the side before getting in Cassandra’s range. The girl didn’t lose the bit and with a quick spin kicked her aunt, only to be deflected. Sabine tried to capitalize on the opening, but Cass followed her failed kick with another, launching herself in the air. Her target ducked low before trying to deliver an upper-cut punch toward the flying girl. It did connect, serving to push her back. She used the momentum to get some distance before landing on her hands and doing a double backward cartwheel and ending in a ready stance.

“Not bad, Cassandra. I’m impressed. That boy would probably already be crying on the floor.” Sabine smiled genuinely. There was no need for banter between them.

“Weakling.” The girl blew Dick a raspberry.

Two women watched each other for a moment. This time, it was Sabine who initiated the actual fight. She delivered three quick punches that Cass blocked, but it created a small opening. She tried to deliver a side-kick to the girl’s head, but her opponent had the same idea.

Their legs clashed by the shins. Sabine landed her leg firmly on the ground, but Cass once more lunged in the air, trying to use the momentum. She did two more kicks that her aunt blocked before she tried to put the older woman in a grip. Sabine, seeing the attempt, jumped back and tried to grab Cassandra’s hand, but instead, the girl spun around, delivering a powerful kick to Sabine’s side.

The woman felt the kick, but she used the opportunity to timely grab her opponent’s foot and twist it. Cass, to avoid an injury, also had to spin in the air. She managed to attempt a kick before falling on her stomach. Her kick did force Sabine to let go of the foot to avoid having her head hurt. The girl quickly jumped on her feet, just in time to block an open-palm strike, which was followed with a kick. She did not get to respond, because Sabine made a low-sweep. Cass jumped in the air, only to find herself pushed away by another open-palm strike that, this time, connected with her chest, pushing the air out of her lungs.

The woman followed Cass in the air, so she did not get a chance to stand up before getting pinned and rotated on her stomach. The grip that Sabine used effectively made it almost impossible to get out of before her aunt delivered a mock game-ending strike to her head.

When Sabine stood up and helped her niece, both were panting heavily. It did not affect the accuracy with which the older of them made a back-kick, right below Jason’s belt.

“Next time you try to sneak on either of us I will hit harder.” Sabine didn’t even bother to turn around and watch how the man curled on the floor, crying. “Good fight.” She focused her gaze on Cass, who blushed slightly.

“I lost.”

“Well, depends on the criteria. You got the first hit, which is often decisive. And an achievement.” The woman cheered her with a broad smile on her face. Cassandra couldn’t help but also smile. “We could both use some more practice. I definitely would’ve taken you when I caught your foot and if you capitalized on the initial advantage you could’ve ended the fight.”

“It is an honor… training… with you.”

“Thank you, my dear. I also enjoyed it.” Sabine then turned to the gobsmacked group. The fight must have looked more impressive than she thought.

“Did you just… defeat Cass in less than five minutes…?” Tim asked, unable to form a smooth sentence.

“Well, Sandra always said that I was the better one in unarmed combat. She does rock with swords though. And you should’ve seen her in that club in Tokyo. She’s definitely the dancer of the family, or rather was. I enjoy Cass’s ballet more.”

The great moment was interrupted by Batman speaking to everyone over the comms.

“Suit up. We’ve got a hostage situation at Gotham Plaza.”

“For the love of Kwami… Please tell me it’s not my class.” Marinette groaned.

“Tt. Of course it’s them.” Damian pulled his phone, showing her a live feed from the news helicopter. On the rooftop, there was a clearly visible group of teenagers, surrounded by goons with guns aimed at them. Near the edge stood a guy in a two-color suit. Half white and half black, with a red and black tie to complete the mad image. Half of his face was badly damaged and purple.

“If Batman doesn’t show here to save his precious sidekick soon, we shall see if the little birdie can actually fly.”

Everyone who met Lila groaned.

“I assume we can’t just let him deal with her?” Marinette asked hopefully.

“Sadly, Angel, it would be bad for our image.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“The two of you are sitting this out.” Batman walked into the cave, already in his suit. “We can’t risk any of them recognizing you two and it’s too early for Ladybug and Chat to appear. It would be too easy to associate their appearance with you two coming to Gotham.”

Seeing Damian’s irritated face, Marinette decided to intervene before she had a fight on her hands “Let’s do a movie night. I’m sure you have a theatre room somewhere in here.”

Immediately, the boy brightened. “No Bourgeoise?”

“I think Chloé has other plans for the evening.” She nodded toward where the blonde was talking excitedly with Cass, trying to convince her to train her.

“Good.” Damian offered his hand and the two left the cave.

“Damn! I didn’t get the chance to tease him about the proposal.” Jason looked really dejected.

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#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #maribat #maribat au #marinette dupain cheng #maridami #Damian Wayne #Damian al Ghul #damienette #arranged marriage AU #batman #BatFam #miraculous dc #mlb #mlb x dc

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ssadumba55 · 3 years

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Barbossa for the character thing👀

so on brand, luis. I should've seen this coming /lh

My favourite thing about Barbossa: he's a pirate. I love pirates. I still wish I was a pirate. also, his monkey Jack. I fucking love that he named it Jack also that he doesn't have a bird like 90% of pirates.

My least favourite thing about him: uhh. I'd need to watch the movies again to know. I can't think of anything I dislike about him right now

My favourite piece of media with him: I think all the Pirates movies with him in them are bangers.

My favourite quote he said: “You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner, Yer in one!”

Brotp: Would him and Jack be considered a brotp? because I love their banter

OTP: I don't ship him with anyone

A random headcanon I have for him: oh he likes dad jokes for sure. Like even before he's a dad, he loves telling them, loves hearing them. He also definitely is a drama queen but that's canon so

An unpopular opinion I have on him: I don't think I have any. He's a decent character the way he is, I have no complaints

Overall, solid 6/10. He's not my fave Pirates character but the series would be dull without him

#milo rambles #answered ask #pirates of the caribbean #hector barbossa

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elizaisthetruehero · 3 years

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Singing Like a Bird 'Bout It Now Chapter 1

So, I started writing another Eureka fic. Even though I have a WIP that isn't finished yet. What's probably going to happen is I'll get stuck on one and then switch to working on the other to beat procrastination. That's the plan anyway.

But here's the AO3 Link, that I posted there last night, and forgot to put here and on FF.Net. I'm doing FF.net because Eureka is an older fandom, and I think there's a couple people there who never made the switch.

Summary: Jo rushes into the Sheriff's station after 1947, and is greeted by a Zane who does not remember proposing to her that morning. But they're definitely still together. It just seems that Jo can't figure out what they hell they are, and why he's still going on dates with other women.

Zane doesn't understand why Jo's suddenly done an about face, but if it gets her to stop acting like nothing's going on between them, he can work with that. He just wishes he knew why she looked so sad when she looked at him.

Chapter 1

Jo strode into the Sheriff’s station, heart hammering against her bruised ribs, terrified of what she would find. The statue had changed. God, she hoped that was the only thing they’d changed. It would be a ridiculous change they would have made, back in 1947, but one Jo would have no problem living with.

There Zane was, sitting in her cell like he’d been that morning, casual and cool, like she hadn’t ripped his heart out and thrown it in his face. Hope bubbled up in her chest, and Jo could feel it showing in her smile. Maybe they’d be okay. She could feel the weight of the ring still in her pocket. They could still have their happy ending, walking into Café Diem, congratulations from all their friends, phone calls from their parents. Everything would be okay.

“Zane. I can't believe you're still here.”

He didn’t even look up at her, just kept thumbing through his magazine, “Where else would I be?”

“I thought after the way that I reacted,” she broke off sighing, not sure what to say about what she did that morning, or how to fix it. She’d never been good with words. “I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I was just thinking too much. You know, I... I do that sometimes and...”

He cut her off, disinterest in his tone, “Lupo, what the hell are you trying to say?”

“I'm trying to say, ‘Yes.’”

“Yes? Yes, you’ll what, stop hogging the covers? Seriously Jo, what’s gotten into you?” he asked as he threw down his magazine.

“What we, this morning, you,” she cut herself off, dread filling her stomach like a weight. She looked around the room and saw that while Zane was in the cell, it was empty. None of the trappings or reminders of how they met that had been there when she'd first walked in that morning, before 1947. No framed poster, no bedding on the cot, no damn Panini press, no, no Liza’s box. And… Oh.

The cell door. It was locked, likely with the key that was on her belt loop. Why the hell was Zane in a locked cell?

“This morning you kicked me out of your bed at 3 am when I asked you to stop hogging the covers. And then this afternoon you threw me in jail.” Her bed. She’d kicked him out of her bed. Not their bed anymore. They didn’t live together?

Jo sat down at her desk, no able to look Zane in the eye while she tried to process everything that had happened. "Yeah, well, you shouldn’t bother me when I’m trying to sleep. You should be smarter than that," she said, forcing a smirk to her face, slipping into the familiar biting banter she and Zane had when they were fighting. Had she and Zane never gotten serious? He certainly wasn't looking at her the same way he had that morning.

“Look, Dungeon Master, when am I getting out of here?”

She played with her hands, picking the dirt out from under her nails, “I don’t know, what’d you do?”

“Nothing, you just like throwing me in jail,” she fixed her least impressed look in his direction, careful not to look in his eyes, but just above his head. If she did that, she might do something irrational and ill-befitting of a Deputy of Eureka. Like start beating prisoners. “So I unlocked a few cages, those monkeys deserved some freedom. Look, could you just let me out? I’ve got a date."

What? "Really? A date? With who?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting the blonde chick with the Ph.D. in Reproductive Biology. We're going to play doctorate," he smirked, without any of the soft and nervous affection he'd had that morning. Just the sarcastic bravado he’d had when he’d bought her lingerie to get under her skin. Did he even remember doing that anymore?

"Seriously?"

"Come on, Lupo, don't start acting like you care what I get up to or who with. We both know what's going on here, and what we’re not." No, I don’t know what we are, or why you’re sleeping with me but going out with other women. Why the hell wouldn’t I care about that!

She rushed to his cell door to unlock it, desperate to get him away from her, “Go. Get out.”

“You gonna taze me in the ass again?” and there was that grin, charming and handsome, that had caught her eye two years ago. Obsession with firearms can be a sign of an unfulfilled sexual appetite. I'm not saying that's you. But if it is, I'm at your service.She’d had to be talked out of shooting him back then. Now she wanted to shoot him, whatever blonde chick he was meeting up with, and maybe herself.

"Just get out," she snapped at him, blinking back tears that she couldn’t let fall. He walked out the door, facing her, clearly puzzled, his eyebrows drawn together in a way that she normally found cute, but right now, made her want to punch something. Anything would do.

The door shut behind Zane with a click, and Jo leaned against the cell bars, took a breath, and winced. She’d managed to clean up the blood on her face while Henry and Fargo were repairing the phones, but her ribs still needed to be taped, and the scrapes on her hands and head needed to be cleaned. She should still have an almost full tub of GD-grade bruise gel at home. Hopefully, it was still there.

Jo unlocked her door and stepped into her house, shutting the door behind her before leaning against it, letting her breath rush out of her. She took moment to close her eyes and just breathe after the chaos of the day that wasn’t even over yet. But she knew her peace couldn't last. She would have to go through her house to try to put together the pieces of the picture that made up her life, and figure out where everything went wrong.

Well, she had her minute. Time to face the music. She pushed off of the door, opened her eyes, and headed to the kitchen. She glanced around, her fingers trailing along the cool counter, taking it in. Didn’t look any different than it had when she had left that morning. Except…

She peered into the dishwasher and sighed in disappointment. Gone were Zane's plates with dried-on eggs, or his TARDIS-shaped mug, and she didn't think that was because he'd washed them already. They were probably at his old apartment, the one he'd barely spent any time at after they got together. Oh, they hadn't officially moved in together until after he'd gotten home from the Arctic, but that had been a formality, almost. Like he'd thought his question that morning had been. So let’s make it official. He’d really wanted to marry her. Spend the rest of his life with her, like she was the obvious choice.

Jo shook her head. She couldn’t think about that, the proposal that had never happened. She didn’t know how to fix the timeline, so she had to deal with this Zane in the meantime, if not forever. She really hoped she didn’t have this smarmy asshole forever.

She moved onto the living room. It looked like it had before Zane moved in, same décor, same pictures, and the same piano along the wall. The books on the shelves and her coffee table were just her books here, no physics journals or sci-fi novels or comic books. Just the thrillers and murder mysteries she liked to read on the rare occasion she had the opportunity. And, she checked the ottoman with the small storage space, some romance novels with shirtless men on the cover that she did notpull out in public. Zane had teased her the first time he’d seen her reading one, but she’d come home early one day and saw him on the couch, curled up with the blanket his mom had sent as a housewarming present, reading one. He insisted he was just being a good boyfriend, taking interest in her interests. And then he cracked a joke about the cowboy on the cover and positions. She’d been mad at him, but he made up for it.

She moved over to the stairs, heading up. At the very least, she would have to get changed and clean up, get 1947 off of her as quickly as possible. Hope that when she got out of the shower and back to town, Henry would have figured out a way to fix this.

Jo opened the door to her bedroom and stripped off her costume, heading straight for the en-suite bathroom. She showered quickly and efficiently, noting that, like most of the house, Zane's belongings were not there. She got out, wrapped the towel around herself, and headed to the sink to check the scrape on her temple. She applied GD's liquid band-aid to the cut, ignoring the sting, and went to put it away in the cabinet when she stopped, heart in her throat.

A used men's razor. She lifted it off the counter delicately, noting the short dark hairs caught between the blades. Zane's. Jo took stock of the rest of the vanity and felt a glimmer of hope that she hadn't felt since Zane spoke, back in the station.

Two toothbrushes in the holder. A can of his shaving cream. His aftershave, cap off because he could never remember to put the lid back on. She checked the shower again, and saw the bar of soap in the corner of the caddy, the kind that she never used, but, had clearly been used by someone.

Okay. Zane didn’t have any of his stuff downstairs, but he was over often enough that he had some space on her bathroom counter. Though not over enough for them to be exclusive. She really hoped she didn’t have to see him on his date. Her self-control was good, but not that good, she thought as she taped up her ribs and smoothed gel over her bruises. Those needed to fade, and quickly. The last thing she needed was someone asking what happened to her arms.

After giving the gel a minute to dry down, Jo walked back into her bedroom and got dressed, jerking open her drawers to see what was in each one. Her underwear, tank tops, T-Shirts and sweats all still in drawers. She yanked the last one open, wondering if it was empty if it was still being used for her sweaters, or…

Zane's clothes. Not all of them, his wardrobe probably had more than just a pair of jeans, two pairs of boxers, a couple of V-necks and, a crumpled-up plaid shirt. But he kept clothes here. Not enough to be living here, which the bottom floor had told her. But clean clothes for those rushed mornings when he wouldn't have time to run home before heading to work. He'd probably shown up to GD too many times wearing yesterday's clothes, thick stubble on his face.

Who had suggested it? Had she cleared it out and offered it to him? Had he brought them over in a backpack or duffle, slipping them into the drawer with a nervous grin? Were they the result of lazy weekends spent in her bed, ignoring the world outside?

She pulled her jeans on before picking up her dirty clothes and bringing them over to her hamper, and right on top of her clothes, was a pair of his boxers. Just more evidence that Zane was part of her life, but she didn’t know how she fit into his. If she went over to his apartment, would she find similar signs of her presence? Travel-size versions of her shampoo and conditioner, a change or two of clothes, maybe part of a spare uniform? Would her robe be there, or, no, she caught herself. He was fucking other women. If she got cold over there, she’d borrow one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats.

And that was if she even went over to his place. She really needed to stop dawdling and get back to town so she could talk to Carter and Henry, see what was going on, and if they could fix this. And if they couldn’t, well, she’d been a Special Forces operative and was now a Deputy in Eureka. She could adapt. Maybe she could get Zane to adapt with her. Maybe, she thought as she slipped the ring onto a chain and placed it around her neck, not willing to be without it in case Henry found a way to fix this, maybe he’d even try to put this ring on her finger again. But that wasn’t happening tonight. Because she froze.

#eureka fic #eureka #jo lupo #zane donovan #a town called eureka

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siverwrites · 3 years

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Trick or Treat Letter 2021

AO3: Siver

Thank you for taking this on! Here there are some general prompt details if you want them and if you already have some idea of your own, awesome. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.

Note sometimes I have some specific prompts for some characters while other don’t. This has nothing to do with priority or preferences. They’re just ones I happened to some specific thoughts for. Of course they’re only ideas and you’re free to ignore them!

All requests are for fic or art.

Art: Interactions of some sort: emoting at each other, talking, sharing some activity, taking a walk, hugs are always welcome, soft things, whatever suits the pair/group. I’d much prefer the character(s) doing something over just standing around looking cool.

Likes: fluff, hurt/comfort, found family, sickfic, fandom crossovers or fusions between requested fandoms, angst with a happy or at least bittersweet end, bonding, cuddling/hugs/holding, banter, mutual care and support, loyalty, pre-canon, post-canon, missing scenes, slice of life, supernatural stuff, mystery, adventure, world-building, creepy or unsettling atmospheres

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

Any combination of character tags within each fandom is cool. I have specfic pairs and groups listed at points but those are only for ideas. Heck, any crossover/fusion between any of these fandoms is welcome too, go nuts.

For treats: you can’t go wrong with fluff! Friendship, familial bonds, found family, romance for the few ship possibilities listed here.

For tricks: I like it atmospheric. Unsettling atmospheres. Unresolved mystery. Making use of the stranger environments canon may already provide. The surreal. The strange. The supernatural. Much prefer a subtler creepy factor over ‘jump scares’ and gore.

Ghost Trick

Alma

Cabanela

Jowd

Sissel

Kamila

Lynne

Missile

Pigeon Man

Lovey-Dove

Mino

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

Ships I’m good with: Alma/Jowd/Cabanela, Alma/Jowd, Cabanela/Jowd (where the focus is there but without infidelity to Alma), Alma/Cabanela (again no infidelity just where the focus is)

I love this game, its characters and pretty much everything about it, so whatever you want to do will be great I’m sure. New timeline mysteries and missing memories are always welcome where it makes sense. Alternate timelines and what-ifs are cool to explore. Fluff, comfort, family found or otherwise and friendships are always a go. Spooky ghost shenanigans, mysteries in the night.

Any combination of these characters is more than welcome too!

Any combination of Jowd/Cabanela/Alma or Jowd & Cabanela & Alma is always welcome.

Always down for various combinations of Pigeon Man with Cabanela, Jowd and/or Kamila. Or PM with someone less expected like Alma! Or Sissel! Or Missile! The Jowd family expands and you cannot escape. In other words found family with Lynne or with Pigeon Man (or both of course).

Animal shenanigans on their own or with each other and fluff is great.

Sissel settling into the Jowd household and the shenanigans that ensue from having a ghost-powered cat.

Mino: What is Mino? Who is Mino? This is trick or treat, go weird, have fun.

Alma: We just need more of our girl honestly. Sweet relationship or family stuff. Go supernatural and consider Alma ghost either during game or temporarily post-game before being rescued by Sissel (Maybe helping Sissel save herself in that situation?)

Final Fantasy VI

Celes

Sabin

Chocobos

Valigarmanda

Mog

Phantom Train

Gogo

Relm

Interceptor

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore beyond canon typical, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), Gogo as Daryl, non-canonical permanent character death

Valigarmanda: I just want to know more about them (she? he? your pronoun of choice). What led to them frozen in Narshe? Do they still hold some form of awareness in that state? Do the moogles look after at all? Some form of communication between them? How did they feel joining the party as magicite? What exactly took place between them and Terra? So many possibilities or something else entirely.

Mog: I just like moogles okay. Throw him at anyone here in the above list and see what happens. Or a moogle adventure in Narshe or elsewhere. Sky's the limit, dance's the limit?

Chocobos: I just like chocobos okay. Throw one or more at anyone here in the above list and see what happens. If you want something more specific I will never have enough serpent trench travel with Sabin and Celes in the World of Ruin. Give them chocobos and off they go. Figaro chocobos are also good. Chocobo anything.

Phantom Train: I have no particular thoughts here but what better exchange than Trick or Treat for the Phantom Train itself? Exploring more about it whether it's just it or throw characters at it. All cool.

Celes and Sabin: as stated I'm an absolute sucker for world of ruin travel with these two and anything more is good. That said if you want to focus on just one of them or one of them with someone else that's great too. I've only lumped them together for sake of convenience. Sabin in Figaro? Sabin with another here? Celes travels in the saved world?

Interceptor: Does he interact much with any of the rest of the party? Or... dog and chocobo... Or just you know can't go wrong with Interceptor and Relm things ever

Relm: Any interaction with anyone here. Leaning on her Sketch ability would be cool. Mimic paint off with Gogo?

Gogo: Gogo's just neat. More of them good.

Carto

Carto's Puppy

Granny Maldpo

Shianan

Shianan's Puppy

Storytender

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

I just want to see a little more of these characters and this world. The game was so cute and neat. More travel or stories or some sort of cute moment with Carto and Maldpo, and puppy if post-game, on their airship! Granny Maldpo is so cool! Explorer pilot grandma hell yeah! A little adventure for her? More exploration of Shianan (and her puppy!)? A reunion with Carto again?

The story chalet was also just really neat so doing more with it and the Storytender is absolutely welcome. What does an average day for him look like in an ever-changeable library with books writing themselves?

The Last Guardian

The Boy

Trico

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

Give me all the cat-dog-bird fluff/shenanigans/playfulness/warmth/coziness. Anything while they’re together. Barrel feeding, snuggle time, riding, flying. Sweet or silly (Trico has his moments for sure) or something else. I adore Trico. I adore the boy and Trico’s companionship.

Alternatively something in the future. The boy grown up reuniting with Trico. A flight with Trico. A temporary willing return to the nest. Meeting Trico babies!

Metroid

Samus

Chozo

Baby Metroid

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore beyond canon typical, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), reliance on manga knowledge, spoilers for Metroid Dread, non-canonical permanent character death

While I don't have anything particular in mind here, I'm all about the mood for Metroid and would appreciate really leaning on the atmosphere and environmental aspects--either more lush areas (eg Brinstar, Tallon IV landing area) but still isolating, or the darker more tense places. I'm particularly fond of Super Metroid and Metriod Prime.

Any singular focus on one of the above three or some combo is good.

Regarding the manga: I know next to nothing about it, so light referencing without needed knowledge is fine; anything deeper than that please avoid?

Monkey Island

Guybrush Threepwood

Elaine Marley

Murray

El Pollo Diablo

Feral Chickens

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), Escape from Monkey Island, angst, non-canonical permanent character death

Silly pirate-y shenanigans. Guybrush and Elaine team-up on something actually in one place? Any interactions with Murray are always a treat and we’ve never gotten to see those with Elaine in the mix.

Explore the legend of El Pollo Diablo in some way. What do the chickens get up to now they roam free across Puerto Pollo? What oh-so-nefarious schemes is Murray up to now? A feral chicken demonic skull team-up?? I mean, that’s kinda close to El Pollo Diablo right???

This is coming off as Curse of Monkey Island-centric (it is my favourite) but it doesn’t have to be. It’s just because of the chickens… and Murray. But mainly chickens. Anytime from the previous games, or future or off to the side is good too.

Bug Fables

Kabbu

Leif

Chompy

Elizant II

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

I love the group dynamics! Party fun times while they’re travelling would be good. Really interested in more with Leif’s situation because that is a Lot and open to more introspection and dealing–Kabbu support go? Attempted Vi support go? Chompy being the best plant she can be? Snuggle that plant during hard times?

Exploring that lab more and cordyceps is welcome for the creepier end of things. Same with the Giant’s Lair and what IS that giant eye?

There’s also an interesting connection between Elizant II and Leif I’d be interested in seeing more. Leif’s out of his time but holds memories of Elizant I. Elizant II is a more direct connection he’s otherwise lacking and it’s nice to see how his opinion of her shifts and grows as she grows.

The Legend of Heroes

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), spoilers for Hajimari or Kuro, Agate/Tita, Olivier/Schera, non-canonical permanent character death

Trails in the Sky

Estelle Bright

Cassius Bright

Lena Bright

Kloe Rinz

Alicia von Auslese

Celeste D. Auslese

Olivier Lenheim

Mueller Vander

Ragnard

Any combination of any of these characters could lead to interesting things. Some combo ideas:

In Phantasma, Kloe and Celeste talk... Estelle, Olivier or Mueller could be interesting too though... Or simply more about Celeste and the Hermit's Garden by herself.

Bright family time will always be welcome. And more love for Lena. Kloe and Estelle sister/best friend time.

Kloe and Olivier have a lot of potential for interesting interaction in how they parallel each other but are so wildly different at the same time. Kloe and Alicia family time!

Olivier & Cassius: I’m just really interested to see more interaction between these two whether while they’re still planning or something before Olivier goes back to Erebonia after Sky SC. Cassius can’t help himself when it comes to giving advice…

Olivier & Alicia: Royalty matters, knowing who Olivier actually is. Last meetings before he goes back to Erebonia?

Olivier&/Mueller stuff is all good

Ragnard: cool dragon is cool. Either something about him individually in the past? Or what he's up to now? A look at interaction between him and Cassius? Ragnard and Auslese (any of them)...?

Crossbell

Lloyd Bannings

Randy Orlando

Tio Plato

Elie MacDowell

KeA Bannings

Alex Dudley

Zeit

Sergei Lou

No ships here please.

Bonding and found family is the name of the game here! Tio and Zeit spending time together. Lloyd and Randy having bro time or Lloyd trying to remind Randy that he does indeed belong with SSS. KeA and “Uncle” Sergei time! What might they do together, or what does KeA get Sergei to do with her? Lloyd and KeA spending time together, Lloyd spoiling KeA, KeA being a comfort to Lloyd. KeA turning on the charm on Dudley. Dudley and Sergei interaction. Any combination of any of the SSS related characters is great if you want a bigger SSS gathering. I love them all.

Anything exploring KeA's powers is very cool too.

Trails of Cold Steel

Alfin Reise Arnor

Priscilla Reise Arnor

Olivier Leheim | Olivert Reise Arnor

Mueller Vander

Valimar

Mint

Alfin, Olivier, Priscilla: The Arnors have it rough dammit. Some soft moment for any combo of these three? Reunions after Olivier comes back and isn’t dead? We were deprived! Entertaining sibling times. A Priscilla bonding moment with Olivier when he was still getting used to living in the palace. And of course individually they’re interesting in their own roles and I’m always down for more.

Mueller: Of course anything with Olivier is good in my books. I’m running under the assumption that since he shows up with Olivier in the triumphant not-dead return, that he wound up at Valleria while Olivier recovered and I would be very soft for any moment taking placing during that time period. But when it comes to those two sky’s the limit. I’m good with platonic or ship. Mueller having some interaction with either Priscilla or Alfin would be great too!

Valimar: Given his history and knowledge it’d be interesting to see a conversation with Olivier or Alfin given also their family name Cedric’s positioning and, well, all the history there. Alternatively I love his interactions with Mint and how respectful of her he is, so anything between those two yes please. Or just something exploring him by himself in some way would be cool too.

Mint: I’m particularly interested in her during CS III and IV times and with Valimar as above. However, any Mint shenanigans is a fun time. She’s doing her best!

#trick or treat #trick or treat 2021 #letters

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fiercedeitylink-x-linkeduniverse · 3 years

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Chapter 3: Injuries and Nightmares Pt. 1

I have some absolutely amazing friends from my LU Discord! I asked for help for planning out the major fight scene and the heavy angst. Shout to those who helped me plan this out yesterday! WARING HEAVY ANGST AND GORE WARNING!

"Pfffft, that's so cute!" "Shhh! You'll wake them up!"

"Too late," I groaned opening my eyes. Hyrule and Warriors gave me sheepish grins and I just mock glared back at them. Wind was surprisingly still asleep after all the noise they made.

"How am I supposed to get up?" "The aroma of food will wake him up," Wild chuckled when I whined in frustration.

It wasn't long the aroma of bacon and eggs woke up my little friend. Wind sat up rubbing his eyes sleepily, and I was able to get up and stretch. My back popped loudly in protest and shrugged it off yawning.

"Dude. And I thought Wild's back was loud when it pops," Warriors snickered.

"Thanks," I told Wild after I grabbed my food.

"Leave my friend alone, Wars. He just woke up." Wind shot back.

"It's alright Wind," I ruffled his hair causing him to protest.

"Hey! Stop doing that Fierce it's annoying." I laughed and ate my breakfast.

~~~~~~~~~ 3rd Pov

The chain was quick to eat breakfast, even Sky woke up in time to eat. After all, who would miss out on Wild's cooking? The monkeys chattered at the 10 heroes as they began to pack up camp in the early morning sun. Wild's ears twitched forward as he heard something from the jungle brush.

He narrowed his eyes but nothing was there.

"Something wrong, cub?"

"I think it might be a good idea to leave the Faron region," Wild replied staring into the jungle's thick brush.

"Something's stalking us,"

After 10 minutes of friendly banter as they packed up, Wild tapped on Fierce's shoulder.

Fierce's POV

"Since this is your first time in my Hyrule, I'll tell you about Faron. This can be a very dangerous place. I would recommend wearing armor if you got it. But if it starts raining take your armor off. If you don't you might get struck by lightning."

"That's... Annoying."

"Tell me about it. I got struck by lightning when I was wearing armor and almost died. Don't tell Twilight he'll kill me," Wild lowered his voice his ears moving backward toward Twilight.

"What was that cub?"

"Nothing!" I snickered at the panic in his voice.

"You're lying, get back here cub!" Wild bolted towards a tree so Twilight wouldn't catch him and scampered up like a little squirrel.

"Hey, Fierce! Wanna go exploring?" Wind bounced over to me, his eyes shining.

"As long as Time says okay," I grunted as I pulled out my chest plate from my ragged bag.

"Woah! Cool armor!" Hyrule watched as I pulled it over my head.

"Cool but very heavy," I replied adjusting the straps.

"Where did you get the armor?" Warriors rapped his knuckles on the breastplate.

"It was given to me by my father before he passed away," I muttered as I pulled my gauntlets on.

"Sorry, I didn't-"

"Wild! I have you now!" Twilight had Wild by his ankle.

"I would be careful you might-" Wild lost his grip causing them to fall onto the grass with thuds and groans.

"Fall..." Hyrule finished. The whole camp burst into howls of laughter.

3rd POV

The chain began traveling through the brush until they found the road that was on Wild's map. Wind was practically bouncing with all of his pent-up energy. Fierce stuck close to Wind, making sure he didn't wander off. Time had permitted them to explore as long as Wild said it was safe to do so. He agreed to let them explore but not until they got to the stable.

Wild's ears were constantly swiveling, trying to decipher the different sounds as they walked. He wasn't taking any chances. If something happened in his Hyrule he would never forgive himself.

Twilight had updated Time on their situation and was thinking out battle plans just in case. Legend was on edge, watching everyone to make sure that they were okay, not that he'd admit.

Hyrule found himself double-counting his medical supplies and kept biting his bottom lip nervously. Warriors was prepared for the worst, constantly checking for signs of monsters. Wind was worried but didn't show his concern. Four kept close to Sky. Sky was mentally preparing for a possible fight but was silently praying to goddesses that they would make it safely to the stables.

When they got to the stables, Wild showed them a good place to explore. It was a cliff and it was accessible by a sharp slope. The two went to explore but paused midway. Fierce had an uneasy feeling and decided to get his claymore out. The double helix blade. After attaching it to his back the two continued on their exploration.

Fierce's POV

I grunted as I worked my way up the hill regretting the choice to bring my helix blade and armor. Note to self, heavy weapons and armor are never a good idea when exploring. Lesson learned.

"Come on, Fierce! I wanna see the view!" Wind bounced up and down from the top of the steep incline.

"Where did you get this much energy?" I grunted when I finally reached the top

"Candy," He chirped and zipped over to the cliff edge.

"Wild, you are so dead when I get back," I muttered darkly as I walked over to Wind. I sucked in a deep breath as I gazed over the Faron region.

"Woah, Wild's Hyrule is amazing." I breathed taking in the tall jungle trees and the birds flitting to and fro from branch to branch. I could hear the bugs buzzing and the monkeys chattering, and the bird's musical cries. Until it went silent. Dead silent.

I could feel dark magic swelling and dispelling. I spun on my heel drawing the helix blade in one fluid motion.

"What the flip? What're darknuts doing here?!" Wind yelped before drawing his sword and shield. The darknuts towered over me and I'm quite tall. The moblins growled one wielding a dragonbone club and the other wielded a bow...

"Wait a minute... Wind run!" I roared grabbing him and tossed him to the side as the Moblin shot its arrow where he was just two seconds ago. The world went upside down. I was slammed onto the ground and Wind rushed over to me. I shook my head, trying to clear my head from the ringing in my ears. Wind stood in front of me, holding his sword and shield so tight his knuckles turned white. I managed to get on my hands and knees when Wind charged forward. He parried and blocked the Moblin's attacks. Why aren't the darknuts fighting?

Wind was fast but the club was faster. I watched in horror as it slammed into the back of his skull. Time slowed down as he fell onto the ground.

START OF FLASHBACK "Dad please don't die! Please!" I choked on my blood and the sobs that racked my body. He was covered in blood along with his wounds. Blood soaked his hair and tunic as he heaved, struggling to breathe. I could feel his blood on me and my own blood spilling from my own wounds onto him. So much blood. I gagged.

"Link... My son... I'm passing from this world... Stay strong my son... I ... Love... You..." He heaved one last time before passing on from this world.

"Tell mum I'm sorry," I whispered. I pressed my forehead to him before laying his body on the ground. His blood was on my hands. The soldiers' blood was on my hands. Termina's blood was on my hands. I failed. I swiped at my tears causing blood to be smeared all over my face.

"Majora! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" I screamed to the heavens.

END OF FLASHBACK

I snapped out of my flashback and I sprung to my feet as adrenaline surged through my bones. I grabbed Wind and ran. I laid him down under a tree and spied my blade. It was inches from the edge. I ran and dodged the Moblin's angry swipes. I snatched up my blade and swung hard. The Moblin's head was separated from its shoulders and black blood splattered onto me. I slowly turned towards the rest of the

I growled savagely as I approached the monsters in a defensive position. The Moblin fired a bomb arrow and I was knocked back. I staggered forward before I used magic to create a sword beam and kill the Moblin. Now the real fight begins.

3rd POV

Fierce clenched his sword tightly as he carefully approached the darknuts, watching every move they made. The fight was a blur of blades. The rest of the chain was running as fast as they could to where the explosion came from. Wild was frantic as he raced ahead.

Legend and Four raced forward with their pegasus boots, charging ahead desperate to save their friends. A Moblin aimed its bow, a bomb arrow knocked and fired at the cliffside, the blast causing it to collapse. Four and Legend dodged the debris as best they could but Four couldn't stop in time, a rock smashing into the side of his head, knocking him out cold. Legend cursed under his breath, taking out his shield to protect them both.

Wild scrambled up the incline dodging arrows and falling debris. He was desperate, he wasn't going to let down another friend. He wasn't! He climbed to the top and froze. Fierce had rips and tears in his tunic and his blood was splattered across the ground. But he was still fighting. He was close to the edge but kept fighting back.

A shadow fell over him and he froze.

"Don't you dare!" Wild snarled furiously. The Moblin sneered and brought down its club on his hand.

"Ow! You little- Yeooooowww!" Wild screeched as he fell before opening up his paraglider and barely missed Legend and Four as he landed.

Fierce began charging up massive amounts of magic, preparing a massive sword beam. Legend and Hyrule's hackles raised as they felt the intensity and power of his magic. The others froze when Legend raised his hand.

"Don't, you might get caught up in his magic!" Legend roared over the distressed cries of the others.

Fierce let out a fierce battle cry as he swung the blade. The darknuts split in half and so did most of the trees as a result of the force of the magic. Fierce stabbed in his sword in the ground exhausted and leaned on it until the other arrived. Hyrule was the first one up this time. His face turned pale when he saw the destruction and wounds of his friends.

"Wind, take care Wind." Fierce rasped out his energy fading fast.

Wild raced up covered in dirt and with his right hand quite swollen. He went bug-eyed at the darknuts and moblins, their black blood staining the ground where they laid. Wild shook his head and raced over to Fierce concerned at the rate his face was turning pale.

"Fierce!" Wild barely caught him before he collapsed and yelped under his weight. Warriors scrambled over and helped Wild before he was crushed.

"I got ya!" Warriors grunted. Everyone else arrived at the top and stared at the wreckage that had occurred.

"Are they alright?" Time asked when he finally found his voice.

"Wind has a concussion, not sure how bad," Hyrule stated while thoroughly examining him. A loud retching cough from Fierce startled everyone. He started puking up blood and Hyrule sprinted over leaving Wind in Sky's hands.

"MOVE!" Hyrule thundered scaring the crap out of everyone. He immediately started using his healing magic trying to save Fierce's life. Time one eye drifted towards the sword that was in the ground. He felt his blood drain from his face. He knew that blade.

The Fierce Deity's Sword.

#fierce deity link #linked universe fanfic #linked universe au

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fierte-verte · 4 years

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Andante (Remus Lupin) Part. 1/6

Masterlist

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Gryffindor Reader

Words: 1.7k

Synopsis: To Remus, you were always three things—James’s little sister, a chivalrous lady in the making, and the heroine of your own story. Somewhere along the way, you grow up to be more than that.

-July 1972-

Three hundred and one, three hundred and two, three hundred and three... You counted idly in your head, sprawling across the four-poster bed like a monkey dwindling under the summer heat. You’ve been that way since morning, tossing restlessly on your sheets after a quick bite of toast, which your mother kindly reminded you not to choke on.

You were close to four hundred when the sound of the front door opening downstairs broke you out of the agonizing trance. Before your mind could follow, you had already started to sprint down the stairs, catching yourself momentarily at the bottom before barreling into the closest person. The collision caused a loud bang and the both of you to topple over, landing on the thick carpet beneath.

Your unfortunate victim chuckled with a mouth full of black hair. Yours or his, he had no idea.

“Hello to you too, sister.” James greeted as he lifted his head with a smile. You grinned back widely, feeling like summer had finally arrived. The house had been quiet without your brother, to say the least. At day, only the birds’ chirping could be heard, then replaced by silence that bounced off the walls in eery ways when night fell .

“Jamie!” You shouted as he lifted himself off the ground, taking his extended hand so he could pull you up afterwards.

“C’mon (y/n/n), no more Jamie. It’s James now. Or you could call me sir too, if you’d like.” That earned him an eye roll and a thump on his arm.

“You call me (y/n/n).”

Ruffling your already messy hair, he sends you a rather ruggish grin. “That’s because you’re still a child. Besides, I’m older and nicknames don’t suit me anymore.”

“Oh yes, now that you’re off doing magic suddenly you’re a big boy.”

James nodded his head in agreement. “And soon you’ll be getting your own wand and robes too.”

It seemed a lifetime away, even though you were ten and the letter would arrive in months. Seeing the photos your brother owled once in a while only served to stir your patience.

A soft clear of the throat interrupted the friendly banter. Looking left, a boy stood behind James, gripping a small trunk in his hand. He was taller than your brother by a good few inches, had light brown hair bordering on blonde, and was wearing a grey sweater that didn’t seem anywhere near comfortable. His eyes darted nervously between the ground and you.

“Hi!” You waved excitedly, glad to meet one of James’s friends. Having heard about the little tight clique he formed not long after the sorting ceremony, you’ve had nothing but high expectations. The boy looked surprised by your friendliness, seeing as you two had never met before. But the uncertainty on his face quickly morphed into relief when you smiled at him, pearly white teeth showing the gentle innocence of a girl.

“Hello,” he replied kindly, sticking his hand out. “I’m Remus Lupin.”

You shook it firmly and was startled by the calloused skin under your touch. His hand also felt shockingly warm and pleasant despite the sizzling temperature in the house.

“Remus meet my sister (y/n). (Y/n), meet my friend Remus. He’ll be staying with us for a few weeks, and then with his folks for the rest of summer. Sirius and Peter are the other two I’ve been telling you about. It’s too bad they can’t be here to meet you as well.”

“And risk four hyper boys wrecking my house? No thank you,” your mother’s head popped out from the living room. James rushed over to give her a huge hug and Remus followed, smiling politely at her.

“Hello Mrs. Potter, it’s very nice to finally meet you. Thanks for letting me stay, I hope it won’t be too much trouble.” Being the hospitalable woman she was, your mother waved her arms dismissively and drew Remus into a loose embrace.

“No such thing as trouble, Remus! The only trouble you could’ve brought back was my son!” The three of you laughed merrily at the joke, breaking into cackles when James’s eyes narrowed into unimpressed slits.

The cordial atmosphere was soon disrupted as a mouth-watering scent wafted through the living room and into the hallway, filling your nostrils and your stomachs to rumble in protest.

Your mother shook her head good-naturedly. “You children are starving, I bet they don’t feed you enough at school. Come along now, dinner is almost ready.”

James and Remus shared an amused look, choosing not to refute your mother’s statement even though they’ve only been gorging on treacle tarts and cream scones some mere hours ago.

-August 1972-

“I’m melting!” James groaned into his hands, flopping his arms and legs on the couch like a bird whose lost its mind. The silly sight elicited smiles from you and Remus, who were sitting criss-crossed on the floorboards and immersed in a game of wizard’s chess. You smiled victoriously when your bishop cornered Remus’s king, the black chesspiece groaning at his player’s apparent defeat.

“Checkmate,” you announced smuggly. Remus laughed at your excitement, the sound a soft tinkle compared to James’s boisterous roar. You found yourself growing quite fond of it.

“You know you don’t have to let her win every time, Rem.” The accusation struck a nerve in you, and despite knowing every bit that it was petulant, you stuck your tongue at the annoying blob that was your brother.

“I don’t,” Remus claimed. “She’s good.” You cocked your head defiantly, as though challenging James to contradict his friend’s words. Though deep down, you knew that Remus had gone easy on you.

James watched his sister and friend closely, noticing how attached you two’ve grown over the weeks. Whereas he would shy away from your blantant enthusiasm in the beginning, Remus now reciprocated the eagerness equally if not more. Now that he was to leave in a few days, a sad silence hung around the house.

He was about to mope some more when a flash of heat hit against his body, knocking all lachrymose thoughts away. James ruffled his black curls, the afternoon boil of the sun irritating him to no end.

“Let’s go for a swim. I’ll combust if we stay in this greenhouse for any longer.”

You frowned, slightly disappointed that he had forgotten about your inability to swim.

“But—”

“The water’s going to feel bloody amazing, Rem.”

The brunette nodded in agreement. “We can cool off at the lake.”

Before you could open your mouth to protest, the boys had gotten on their feets, almost dashing towards the door in a desperate attempt to escape the house.

Finding no use in stopping their boyish antics, you followed after them reluctantly. After a few minutes of brisk walking, the lake appeared before your eyes, the clear surface glittering like diamonds under the sunlight. James and Remus took off their shirts quickly, diving into the water with a big splash.

Sidling to the edge of the lake, you peered at James. Your brother was dousing his face with water and slicking his fingers through his wet curls, sighing as the liquid cooled his warm skin.

Remus waddled around his friend for a while before noticing your absence. He searched around in confusion before spotting your uneasy form.

“Aren’t you coming in, (y/n)?”

You refused wordlessly.

“She can’t swim,” James spoke from a couple of feet away with his legs dangling in the water. Vexed and somewhat humiliated, you dipped a leg into the lake as if challenging James to belittle whatever stunt of bravery you were trying to pull off.

“Forget it (y/n/n), you’ve never been swimming since you could talk.” His careless insult prompted another wave of irritation, and so you plunged into the water before there was even time to think.

Instead of helping you stay afloat, it felt as if the water was dragging you down. The seering discomfort of it entering your nose resulted in you thrashing about, limbs flailing helplessly. It was torture but you squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto yourself with grit.

A hand slipped its way underneath your elbows, hoisting you upwards until your lungs burnt no more. Remus watched as you gasped wildy for air, bracketing you in between his arms so you wouldn’t slip and sink again. A moment passed before you could blink the water from your eyes. Remus’s brown eyes stared back at yours, a rare frown sitting on his face.

“You alright? Does anything hurt?” You were just about to answer when another pair of hands brushed the matted hair out of your face frantically. James titled your head left and right, looking for signs of injuries or trauma. Normally it would’ve been easy to swat him away, but the struggle you’ve endured had drained all the energy in your body.

“Oh (y/n/n), I’m so sorry!” He apologized, rubbing along the red rim of his eyes. A few minutes ago you would’ve gladly punched your brother, but now it felt somewhat cruel to do so

“It’s okay Jamie, I shouldn’t have gotten in the water.”

James shook his head fervently. “No, I shouldn’t have provoked you.” Not having the strength for anything else, you simply offered a weak smile.

Remus waited patiently in silence before dragging you back to the edge carefully, lifting you up onto the ground once you stopped coughing.

“Sit here for a while,” he declared. “Then I’ll teach you to swim.”

He then watched as the Potter siblings widened their eyes, with James particularly against the proposal. “Rem, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

“She’ll have to learn,” Remus insisted. “If she can beat me at wizard’s chess, she can swim in a lake.” His words were fairly sharp, but the tone which he spoke with was encouraging and warm. You found yourself smiling at him despite being fatigued.

“Alright,” you complied with resolution. “But you’ve got to give me a moment.”

Remus’s eyes twinkled as he laughed. Then, as if struck by some genius’s idea, he winked at you and proceeded to cup a decent amount of water in his hands, throwing it into his victim’s face which happened to be an unaware James.

“Remus!” He squealed, almost like a little girl whose ponytail had gotten pulled on.

A giggle burst out of your lips as the boys chased each other around clumsily, flicking droplets of water in your face.

Under the mid-afternoon sun, Remus’s hair had almost looked golden.

You were really going to miss him.

#harry potter #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #marauders #hp imagine #hp #james potter #sirius black #gryffindor reader #harry potter imagine #marauder era

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lordeasriel · 4 years

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A interessant thing is that the separation human/daemon. between Lyra and Pan, it was an abandonment. Lyra KNEW what she was doing. Pan was terrified, didn't want to do it and she left him, even if she point "Roger" as justification, Pan is still the one who has suffered the most since it was NOT his choice. But for Malcom and Asta, we could say that it was consensual? Asta was "okay" to stay behind for protect Lyra, while Malcom ran to save Alice? Of course it has hurt but they were kinda agree

Oh, yes, I've thought about this a lot to be honest. I think that the way the separation happens has a great deal of impact in how the wound heals - emotionally, at least - and it explains a lot about why Malcolm and Asta have a better relationship than Lyra and Pan do (not taking into consideration, of course, the fact Malcolm is blessed with the Protagonist's Shield or the fact he had a little bit more time separated - roughly 20 years as opposed to Lyra's 7 years).

Lyra commits an act of Betrayal in Pan's eyes - in hers too, to be frank, and the fact she withholds from him that they will have to separate up until the last minute, sure speaks something about how he would feel. Pan and Lyra, despite loving each other immensely as kids, they were very different - and they continue to be different even in TSC. They almost never see eye to eye, and they complement each other - as opposed to certain daemons that mimic their human's behavior.

So even though Pan accepts that Lyra needed to do that for Roger, he doesn't really believe that what she did was right. He feels betrayed, and it does make sense when we put into perspective that to him, Lyra represents the whole world. Not just in a sense of "oh I die if you die" but in a much more complicated and intrinsic level. Lyra, albeit suffering certain prejudice by being separated, she can still move about the world because to some people that doesn't matter all that much. But Pan suffers - he is in a lot more danger than she is: he is at risk of being taken by daemon sellers, he cannot speak to people freely, he cannot move about the world freely. Unlike Lyra, he cannot pretend he is a witch's daemon because (correct me if I'm wrong please) witches daemons are always birds. It may not seem that explicit, but from Pan's perspective, his life ends when Lyra walks away. He has no freedom anymore, he is no longer a human being but a lonely daemon. And that has to do with the fact that Lyra's world is not a world with daemons, but a world with people who have daemons.

And, like you pointed out, for Malcolm and Asta there is a sense of consent in their split. Alice is in danger and they both care for Alice, so they both agree that they must violate their bond in order to save their friend. I can't paste the passage here because I'm on mobile but there is a sense of pleading from Malcolm to Asta, he is nearly begging her for her permission to leave - and she gives it to him immediately - because they understand that they need to separate in order to protect both Lyra and Alice. I think that matters in the long run because Asta was given a choice, whereas Pan was straight-out abandoned - even though he knew Lyra was doing that for a very good reason. He understood that, but he felt his choice being taken when Lyra omitted the truth. And the fact they never properly speak about what happened to him - especially because Lyra feels a great shame in what she did (because she understands she gave him no choice) - contributes to their relationship as separated entities. Malcolm and Asta feel sad and hurt but there is a sense of duty done afterwards, there is no shame in them. This is problem not the tangent you were looking for lmaooo so I'm sorry about that, but it's what I try to keep in mind when I write daemons.

I also think that Malcolm and Asta aren't much like Pan and Lyra, as in, they aren't opposites. They are two separate bodies of a same entity if that makes sense; they don't complement each other, they just behave in harmony, even though they do banter. You don't feel contradiction in their behavior, or at least not as much as you can feel with Pan and Lyra (or even Mrs Coulter and the monkey, who have a very opposite attitude in their visuals, specially). Besides that, I think Malcolm is a Helper whereas Lyra is a Leader, which shows very well how their separation works: Malcolm asks for permission in order to help someone, whereas Lyra makes a decision for her AND Pan, without much of his consent. I don't want to spoil TSC much in case you haven't read it, but there's so many circumstances of separation that definitely tell how a person have a relationship with their daemons and I agree with you, I think it's very very interesting!

Sorry it took me so long to answer you anon, I hope you see this and thank u much for the ask! I love discussing daemon separation!

#asks #hdm meta: daemons #hdm meta: lyra belacqua #thank u for this ask!!! I've been meaning to write about this for a while but never find the right tangent to do so

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