#I feel like I need a third blog just to be enamored with them

[overbearingstruggles]

[nerdieforpedro]

Just like the Picture

Dieter Bravo x gn reader

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Summary: Moving into your new apartment went well. Your new landlord seems pretty chill. You see him a lot though, why is that?

Warnings: Non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation (mentioned but not in detail), edibles, weed use, erotic paintings, food mention

Word Count: 936

Notes: Written for the Roll-a-Trope Writing Challenge presented by @burntheedges . I have it in just under the wire. 👀 I wasn’t not sure I’d be able to write something or not, but I’m glad I was. My trope was “landlord Dieter” so here we are. Not beta-ed, I dunno what I wrote so all mistakes are mine.

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Dieter sometimes wonders how exactly he ended up staring at his media setup in his office. His apartment on the top floor is one of the penthouses that allows for more room. He has four different screens, all active and his gaze is switching between them. He’s sitting in just his robe, rolling some special herbs and spices into his usual blunt. His favorite show is about to start.

You.

It was an easy deal to strike with his cousin who needed a few hundred bucks as his car always stays in the impound. Dieter told him not to ask any questions, just install the cameras and show Bravo how to access them. He did, his cousin had his money and Dieter had the set-up complete. The only reason Dieter gave as he knew his cousin may blab to someone about the cameras being installed, was that the apartment you now reside in was a model apartment to show potential tenants. It took Dieter’s cousin off his scent and it took months before Bravo would finally rent that unit out. 

You moved in six months ago, one of Dieter’s last move-ins. He gave you a tour of the building, amenities, and the unit himself. Usually, he leaves the office manager to do the tours, but they always make sure to at least introduce new tenants to Dieter before touring them. He quickly told him that he would handle things from here. A piece of gum was popped into his mouth as he offered you one as well. You giggled and took a stick of Doublemint from him. His palm touched the small of your back as he led through the building. You’re so comfortable with him, you really shouldn’t be but Bravo is grateful. That way, he won’t feel bad about his late-night viewing. 

Dieter Bavo made sure to be there for the day of your move-in, assisting where he could and providing jokes where he could. He bought lunch for you, some burgers, fries, and a lemonade. Eating on your new leather couch, Dieter finds himself to be enamored with you. He’s thankful he didn’t see anyone move in with you and no other names on your lease besides yours. He leaves and bids you a good evening, though he’s glad to be taking the elevator up to his apartment to view more of you. Over the first month after you’ve moved in, Dieter notes that you have a routine after you get home from work:

Watching you move around your apartment, drop your work bag and keys. 

Sit down to read. (That’s your third book this month. Maybe he should read while you’re at work. What book is that?)

Watch TV later. (Changing the camera angle he can see what show you’re watching, the Glenn guy is everywhere. Dieter has stubble too, maybe not as much, but enough to give a good burn.)

Undress and apply your lotions after your shower. (In retrospect, maybe he should have put one in the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure if his cousin would be able to find one of those waterproof cameras. Maybe he’ll rub that decadent cream on your legs and back one day too.) 

Pulling out your special bog of toys. (Investing in a quality bag to store your nightly enjoyment in is self-care as far as Dieter is concerned. He may need to check out that brand of lube, he’s heard about it, but hasn’t bought it because he’s familiar with the one he uses.)

In the second month, Dieter now not only masturbates watching you but also thinks about whether you like edibles. You’ve commented that you’re not a fan of smoke, no matter cigarette or weed. He could offer you some edibles to try out though, fruit flavors to start. Bravo makes it a point to ‘run into you’ around the building. At the pool, workout area, and mailboxes. You comment that see him often and maybe you should have lunch again, this time you’ll buy. Dieter insists that you don’t and more burgers are had, in his apartment. It’s an open concept, has a lot of light and you see his easel near one of the windows. 

Dieter’s too busy sipping his lemonade and trying to figure out if he’s going to offer grape edibles or apple flavor. He hears you gasp and ask, “What is this?” He now recalls what’s over there and scratches his exposed belly as he stretches an arm upward.

“What I imagine you to look like when you come. What do you think?” Bravo smiles as he walks over to you. Your eyes are fixed on the incomplete painting. The furrow of your brows, placement of your legs, and the surrounding color match those of your sheets, how would he know all of that?

“It’s fairly detailed. You even got my mole and my scars, those edibles help with that?” You both laugh and you take one apple and one grap from Dieter’s palm, chewing them both. 

“Maybe. No other questions thought, most would have a different reaction to this.” His surprise has you walk over to the couch and lie across it. It’s bizarre for sure, but endearing in a way. Plus the toys are only getting the job done but so well. Bravo moves his way over and stands before the couch above you, his breathing quickening as a bulge forms beneath his pajama bottoms. His large palms land on your thighs as he bends down to eye level with you.

“Wanna see if you can have me make that face for you Dee?”

[allthingsfook]

If you're still doing ships (you put so much thought into them. It's amazing), I'm Jake [he/him]. I'm 26 and in grad school. I'm graduating with Masters's in History (studying queer history) in August with the intention of getting my Ph.D. so I can teach college-level history classes. I am always listening to music like Spotify told me I listened to 200,000 minutes last year. It's literally always in the background. my music taste is all over the place. Harry Styles, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, and The Smiths are probably my favorite groups. When I have free time, I like to read, i tell everyone my favorite fiction genre is High Fantasy and that's not a *lie* but it leaves out the part where my other favorite genre is romantic comedies. My love language is act of service, like being asked to do things for people makes me feel needed and loved. I hate the taste of coffee but drink it 1. because I have a horrible caffeine addiction and 2. because as a graduate student, I need to be awake more than my body wants to be. I have two cats one named after a star trek character the other named after my favorite poet.

This is my main blog, my GVF blog is @theintelligenceoflove if you get around to this thank you so much.

Hi Jake!!! Thank you!! I hope that these make everyone feel special 🤍🤍

I ship you with….

No surprise… Jake 🖤⚔️🤍

I wanna touch every point, so let’s start with your education! Jake would be incredibly impressed by your commitment to schooling, passion for history, and goal of teaching. I don’t think it would take long for Jake to be enamored by the way you talk about your schooling and what about it interests you most. Jake is definitely a history buff!!!!! As Kelly and Dan mentioned in an interview, Jake is the one that stays up until the early morning and will chat your ear off about anything under the sun. I can picture the both of you sharing a drink on the porch of his beautiful home, talking all through the night. The warm Tennessee air hugging you as you delve into the obscure details of a certain period. 🌅🏔️

No doubt music would fill the house if you lived together. To some people, it might be like an annoying mosquito that won’t go away, but you and Jake prefer it to silence, background noise, or even chatter. Just take a second and imagine the impressive record collection that man has!!! 🤯🤯 I think your music taste would be accepted by him (I don’t think there is much he wouldn’t appreciate) Even Harry Styles — I mean that sometimes the boys come off a little pretentious with their music taste and would like people to think they don’t indulge in anything mainstream, but let’s not forget that summer solstice shoot where they did, pose like Fine Line Harry!)

If I was going to give you and Jake a Smiths song, it would be Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want. I imagine that song is something people wouldn’t normally think Jake would listen to, but I didn’t think he paid any mine to Third Eye Blind either. He’s full of wonder.

I don’t mean to be unoriginal, but it’s not secret Jake loves to read as well. I hope that you could be the person that helps him create more time for it. I picture that being in the form of gifting him books he can’t contain himself from not picking up. As I’m sure you already know, any musician’s autobiography, or something about pirates 😂

Acts of Service is accurate for Jake as well. I remember him saying that if he wasn’t in music he’d probably work in healthcare. That’s very commendable of him and no doubt the biggest form of service to others. Through that statement, you can tell he has a huge heart.

WHATEVER YOU DO!!!!!! do not think about Jake stumbling down the hall, be-lining toward the coffee machine. His hair frizzy from a good nights sleep. His pajama bottoms sagging and lopsided on his waist. His bare chest appearing tanned in the morning sun. 😫😫😫 DO NOT GO THERE!!!!! The thought is more addicting than the coffee 🥰🥰🥰

Lastly, Jake would adore the fact that your cats are named after Star Trek and a poet. That’s right up his alley. And if you convinced him to get another, he’d insist on naming it something like Oscar (Oscar Wilde) or Bedivere (Monty Python).

Hope you enjoyed your ship, Jake! Let me know what you think 🧐❣️

[coconut-tree-cafe]

Omg I am ashamed it took me so long to find your blog, literally glorious. You get the brothers so perfect down to the tiny subtle acts of theirs!! Um, hopefully it isnt too much to ask, but I'd love to hear how you think the guys would react when they make their MC come for the first time 🤤💕

Thank you so much! That’s super cute so ofc I will do it bc i live to sin and and i sin to live

How the brothers react to making MC cum for the first time (NSFW!) Like, very NSFW !!!!!!! Headcanons under the cut to save anyone from the sin

Lucifer

He was calculated as he held you in his arms and worked on you with his hand. You were shivering and squirming and moaning as he watched you with narrow eyes.

He was actually so focused on pleasuring you that when you came in his arms, moaning his name it somewhat caught him off guard.

He held you tightly as you came, you were sprawled on his lap and as you were riding through the pleasure of your orgasm you looked at him with lust filled eyes

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of it, he wasn’t expecting it to affect him this way...

He feverishly and suddenly kissed you deep as you were still riding your orgasm. (He would never admit to it, but he lost control of himself here)

He feels so proud as he hears your squeals and moans, but lust clouds his judgement because he presses on to do more with you without giving you a break

If it weren’t for the fact this was his first time making you cum, he would have reveled in it much more

Mammon

Mammon is CLUMSY

The first time he makes you cum is not the first time you have sex, or the second or the third

But the FIFTH time you guys get to it

Mammon is actually the most bothered by it, and he is determined to make you cum

He’s going down on you with his mouth, your legs are pushed up onto his shoulders as he licks your most sensitive part. 

He started off so purposefully but when he began to hear your subtle moans as you run your fingers through his hair he melts. His eyes are hooded as he continues to pleasure you with his uncoordinated tongue.

As you appear to be getting closer to an orgasm he involuntarily begins to grind his hips slightly, he’s almost uncomfortably turned on but he wants to make you cum so bad he doesn’t even mind

You look down at him and begin to shiver as you’re almost there, his eyes are locked on you and in his mind he’s begging “please, please, please cum, please cum”

When you finally press your hands down on his head and moan his name and you cum in his mouth, a shiver runs all the way from his chest down his stomach. He’s drowning in lust and you as he keeps his mouth on you the whole time.

He’s so hopelessly enamored with you and swept up in the pleasure of getting you off that he doesn’t realize that he cums himself a little bit

He wants more, more, more (expect a LOT more)

Leviathan

It was during your first time with him

You were riding him, and working yourself up to orgasm while he was lost in the pleasure of it all

He could hear you but wasn’t listening because he was almost overwhelmed with stimulation

When you slowed to a stop he snapped out of it, asking you what was wrong

You told him you needed a short break and he was so worried he did something and was asking a million questions

When you told him you just came he paused, and got even redder than he was before

He buried his face in your chest and gave you a really tight hug, embarrassed he didn’t even notice

He’s actually so ecstatic he made you cum but he’s still embarrassed about how it happened

Satan

Satan had run through this scenario many times in his head before... you under his gaze as he worked your body anyway possible

But somehow, actually seeing it for himself is making him stutter and blush

He has you pressed against his bed as he uses his hands on you, he was very robotic but gentle with them

He felt confident at first, but as you continued to moan his name and try to pull him closer to no avail, his composure began to slip

When you finally came in front of him he felt like a switch in side him had been flipped

He sat up and away from you while he gathered his composure, his face was hidden away by his hand

But you could see his ears were red

If you cutely ask him what was wrong he’d just stare at you before saying he needed a moment to get control of himself again

But looking at you in your afterglow is enough to override that control he was just trying to get back

He then didn’t let you sleep that night

Asmodeus

The first time he made you cum was when you two were making out in his room

You two were kissing, just kissing

He had one hand cupped around your cheek and another pressed against your back, pushing your body as tightly as possible against his

Something in his saliva, or maybe the way he smelled or both filled your brain like a drug

The only time his power seems to work on you is when you are actively wanting it to, and when it does it’s amazing

He was no stranger to this sort of thing, and he knew what he was doing

When he felt you start to twitch and mewl into his mouth he knew it was coming, but he didn’t stop and just giggled

You came with your tongues pressed together, and he held you tightly as it was a new sensation for you most likely

After a moment he pulled away and took in the sight of you, panting and needy.

“Oh my, it seems you succumbed to me, finally? I think I’ll have to keep going.”

He smiled warmly and also slightly... mischievously?

Beelzebub

Obviously the first time he made you cum is when he was eating you out

He was honestly doing it because it was pleasurable for him as well, and wasn’t expecting for you to cum so quickly or even at all (he doesn’t even know how good he is at it lol)

Your fingers were flexing in his hair as you came, he was shocked at the sudden amazingly good taste and lapped it up eagerly

He was still going even after you were done and you had to push his head up for a small break

“Do that again...” He murmured, completely seriously

“Do what?” You asked

“Cum in my mouth again, do it more.”

He felt a mix of absolute satisfaction as well as a need for more at the same time

Belphegor

It was your first time with him when it happened

You two were in bed together which ended up in some steaminess

He was deep in you as he breathed in your scent with his face pressed against the crook of your neck

He was slowly fucking you, hitting your most sensitive spot over and over as his breath hitched every so often in your ear

You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him as you got closer, moaning his name

He eventually got faster and you fell off the edge into your orgasm

Hearing you moan ‘I’m cumming’ right into his hear sent shockwaves through his body, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time

He began to chant your name, at first only to himself then louder and louder

He squinted his eyes shut tightly as he came just as you did, only because hearing you made it that much easier for him

He murmured your name over and over until he fell asleep on top of you

[the-purity-pen]

FTRFTH: part iii

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,813 Rating: G Warnings: Still just more kissing and cute fluff A/N: This story is back with the third part! Sorry it took a bit to get it written but I’m so excited for these two!

Part 1 | Part 2  masterlist 

Three weeks had gone by and when the email came in that your photos were done being edited, you nearly jumped for joy. You had already loved on the sneak peeks that Georgia had posted on her facebook page.

You didn’t know if Frankie had seen so you had called him to make him check Georgia’s facebook page. You had to practically walk in through how to get to it from his email and you found yourself giggling the whole time.

When the email came through with the gallery link you figured it’d be best to just show up with your laptop to show Frankie rather than try to walk him through the process of favoriting and viewing the photos you’d want to keep.

You tried to keep your excitement contained and forced yourself not to look at any of the photos until you were able to meet with Frankie. When you sent him a quick text to see what he was up to the next morning, he told you his schedule was wide open. So you planned a quick coffee date to view the photos together.

“I can’t wait to see them. And you.”

His text sent a little flurry of butterflies to your chest and you had a hard time falling asleep. You kept opening your phone and re-reading the text like some lovesick teenager. Maybe that’s what it was. Just puppy love.

The next morning came and by the time you got everything ready to leave, you realized you were going to be a few minutes late. You called Frankie to let him know and his response warmed your heart.

“I’ve got a table for us so take all the time you need.” He had to stop himself from typing an endearing nickname at the end of the text. It had been over a month since the first meeting of you and he couldn’t get you out of his head. The electricity that he felt when he finally kissed you made him crave more of that feeling.

It didn’t help squash that feeling that you were more than willing to talk to him nearly every day and not just over text. You respected that new technology wasn’t really his thing and simply for that, he was grateful.

Frankie sat at the table, coffee cup in hand, holding it with both hands, leaning his elbows onto the table as he watched the window. He was partially watching the people just go by with their lives but he was also watching for you. When he saw you appear and walk right in, he immediately stood up to greet you.

The smile on both your faces was evident as a single arm wrapped around you and cheek kisses were given. Frankie was nothing if not polite. He stepped aside and even pulled out your chair which had you giggling like a fool in the middle of a coffee shop.

He pushed in your chair as you sat down and you looked up at him and gave him a smirk. You thanked him quietly and he leaned over to ask you what your coffee order would be. You told him and he nodded before walking away to get it for you.

You took that time to open your laptop, connect it to the shop’s wifi and pull up the link to the gallery. When Frankie came back a few moments later and set down the coffee cup, he was leaning close to you and you half expected him to kiss you. But he didn’t. He just smiled and took his seat across from you.

“You’re gonna have to scoot closer,” you laughed and watched as he pulled the chair with him, not fully standing to do so. His elbow bumped you and he immediately apologized which just made you laugh again. “Frankie, you’re fine. C’mere.” you tugged his arm so he was leaning in with you as you clicked on the link and opened the gallery in a new tab.

Both of your eyes shot open at the photos. The way the sunset looked so warm behind you, the vibrant colors of your top that you had worn that day and the grass just making it look like a painting. “Wow,” Frankie gasped quietly as he looked at the photos that you pulled up one by one. 

After a handful of photos, you reached over to click the arrow button again but Frankie stopped you. You looked at him but he was staring at the photo intensely. It wasn’t a photo of the two of you. It was a moment that the two of you were separated for a moment, probably talking and Georgia had snapped the moment that you were looking down and laughing.

You normally hated the way you looked when you laughed in photos and it was a rare occurrence to even happen in photos with your ex. Yet here you were, golden sunlight dancing across your features, illuminating you in just the right way. Your face was relaxed but bright at the same time.

Frankie had to stop you on this one. He couldn’t get enough of how beautiful you truly looked like that. With his hand over yours, he finally looked over at you and saw the way you were looking at yourself in the photo. It was like you didn’t recognize yourself and he realized how beautiful you were looking at the computer screen like that. Enamored with how you looked in that photo, in that moment.

Frankie said your name quietly and you looked at him but before you could respond, he leaned closer to slot his lips against yours softly. Your heart immediately jumped from your chest into your throat as you kissed him ever so gently. His lips were just as soft as you remembered and the intensity behind the gentle kiss reminded you of that day all over again.

When he pulled away after only a few moments that felt like forever, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes and you felt your heart lurch forward once more. Your hand, still covered by his was brought to his face where your fingers gently scratched at his sparse facial hair. It had grown in a bit more since the last time you had seen him in person.

You were so wrapped up in each other that you nearly forgot about the photos. Frankie was the first to break, clearing his throat before kissing your palm gently and placing your hand back down on the computer. “Let’s, uh, keep going,” he said quietly, bringing his free hand up to rub at his still shocked lips from the contact with yours.

You smiled nervously, feeling your heart beating a mile a minute in your chest. You nodded and started to flip through the pictures again slowly. Each one progressing to you both moving closer and then the ones of you dancing together and then finally, that first kiss. It was your turn to stop pressing the button and just stare.

The way the light lit up behind Frankie and illuminated his curls that he had let loose from his usual cap that he donned. The way his hands held you, his thick fingers gripping your side and the way his lips looked so perfect against yours. It was no wonder Georgia had left you two alone for a bit. It was clear even from the still photograph that there were sparks flying.

“Wow.” It was your turn to be rendered nearly speechless at the photo. Frankie let his hand come down and cover yours, his thumb running gently along the back of your hand. Goosebumps ran up your arm with each pass of his thumb. Your breath hitched as you looked at him at the same moment that he looked at you.

“Do you feel that?” he asked and at first you furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to say what but his soft brown eyes made you close your mouth again. “The spark that you see in that photo. Do you feel it?”

Your breath caught when he moved closer and your eyes closed instinctually, waiting for him to close the gap but when he didn’t, your eyes opened. “Do you?” he asked again slowly and quietly, a near whisper that made you shudder. All you could muster for energy was to nod slowly.

His smile brightened up. “Be mine then,” he offered in a whisper before his lips found yours again in a quick, soft kiss. You wanted to say yes. Oh how badly you wanted to say yes but a voice in your mind told you that this was just being swept up with the feelings the photos were invoking. That he was just overjoyed at how beautiful the photos were but in time would see how truly broken you were.

You pulled away from his kiss and out of the grasp of his hand. He frowned down at his now empty hand before looking at you. His eyes held sorrow and confusion. “I- I can’t. I’m sorry,” you murmured before you were reaching to close the laptop. Frankie grabbed your hands and moved them closer to him.

“Hey,” he said your name so you’d finally look at him. “Look, I’m sorry that that was out of line. I just- I really like you and I really like that you’re so patient with me and using my damn phone and-” he sighed, “I’m sorry if that’s moving too quickly. I-”

You held up your hand and shook your head. “N-no Frankie. It’s not you. Believe me, it’s not you.” Your voice calmed as you tentatively reached out to touch his hand. “I just- I got out of a long, painful relationship a year ago and I’m still just not quite ready, you know? I swear, it really has nothing to do with you. You’re so kind, and gentle and warm and-”

Words were cut off when he leaned in to capture your lips again. It was like he couldn’t get enough. He was addicted to the taste of you already and it was a huge factor in why he liked you so much. When he pulled away, you were breathless and tried to calm your breathing. Your eyes opened to look into his and you felt at a loss for words.

“We can take it slow,” he said, filling in the silence that overcame you as you sat so close together in the middle of a fairly busy coffee shop. You nodded slowly, the smile growing on your lips which caused him to echo it. His hand came up to the side of your face as his eyes danced around your features.

“I’d like that,” you told him honestly and felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

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[missdawnandherdusk]

MuggleBorn Dating a Disaster Twin Weasley Extensive Headcanons:

A/n: So, who thought that this was a Draco only blog? Well, GUESS WHO WAS WRONG? me. It was me. But I’m a softie for a few other HP characters, of which are the Weasley twins. Thanks for the request @peachesandpinks!!! 

Also, this is super long again. I apologize for nothing. 

Okay we’re going with George here because he’s a bean so is Fred but ya know.

McGonagall is the one who delivers your letter and explains everything to you and you’re parents and you about have a mental breakdown because “well, of course, I noticed I do some weird stuff but magic are you serious?”

McGonagall is just not having it. Especially when she realizes that this is also the twins' first year as well because good lord more Weasleys??

Anyway, you’re in a train compartment by yourself because you don’t really know anyone and you can’t find your cousin who also attends Hogwarts so you’re just provolone

You’re about asleep when your compartment door slams shut and you jump up, seeing two boys with bright red hair grinning and hiding

“Um hello?”

They both shush you and pull you down with them. You hear yells and a very angry voice walk right past your compartment and the boys snicker

“Oh Percy, when will you realize,” “you can never escape us,” they’re grinning like madmen and you’re just so confused

“Um... guys?” You squeak. “Oh, right,” one says. “Sorry about that,” the other replies. “Fred and George Weasley,” the first hold his hand out for you to shake. You do. Hesitant.

“Who’s who?”

“What do you mean?” The second asks. “Who’s Fred and who’s George?” You clarify slightly annoyed. “Fred, George, respectively.” The first—Fred—grins. “And the prat out there is our brother Percy,” George flashes the same smile.

You study them, trying to pick out the differences between them. You can’t find anything except—Fred has dark brown eyes and George has slightly greener ones.

“Oi. What are you doing?” George asks.

“Trying to tell you two apart?”

That baffles both of them because let’s face it— it might be a joke but even their own mother has a hard time at that

You’re eternally grateful that you’re sorted into Gryffindor with them

You become their new favorite person. Especially after they find out you’re Muggle-born. Fred tries to corrupt you with fake facts and sometimes so does George. Most times you can tell if it’s real or not but on the occasion you can’t, you’ll look to George and his either nod or shake his head

They also bombard you with muggle based questions asking what it’s like and how you do certain things

They’re just goofballs and it’s nice to not be so serious all the time. When you’re studying and fretting over your first Potions exam George comes in and asks if you wanna see something cool and then you meet up with Fred and proceed to prank Filch who had it out for you the moment you were late for class. Not that it’s your fault you don’t know where you’re going and everything looks the same

Whenever you’re falling behind on spells or charms, George is the first to volunteer to help you out because let’s face it he’s brilliant with magic But not so good with facts and memorizing, so you help him out with History of Magic and Herbology

It’s always a game to see if you can still tell them apart. “Geroge,” No I’m Fred,” No you’re George, I just spent the last hour studying with Fred,” “no that was me!” “Ha! The past hour I was working on Potions alone! You are George!” Maybe he sulks a bit because you outsmarted him but part of him wonders did you really know it was him?

Of course, you knew it was George. His eyes crinkle when he smiles and Fred’s don’t

You might not be good at pranks, but you are brilliant for thinking out all the flaws and lying your way out of just about anything which makes the three of you quite scary and unstoppable

When you do get caught, McGonagall lets you all off easy because you three remind her of another group of mischievous Gryffindors

Their mother totally sends you a Christmas sweater

Over the holidays you actually miss your friends. You had more friends than just the twins, but it wasn’t the same without them.

Second-year comes and the twins make the Quidditch team and insist that you learn how to fly on a broom

“Oh come on!” “It’ll be fun!”

“Guys really, I don’t like heights and I’d rather keep my feet on the ground,” you insist.

They grin at each other and George grabs you and kicks off the ground and suddenly you’re very high and terrified. You scream and cling to him and he’s laughing but you’re just so scared and it’s not funny which maybe makes them laugh more because it’s just a silly prank

When you stop talking to them for a few days they realize that “oh Merlin we messed up.” Well, George realizes it first when you’re having trouble in Transfiguration but you refuse his help and take the failing grade

He tries to apologize. A lot. But you never quite seem to be in the right place at the right time.

So he puts his inventing skills to good use and charms a paper into a snitch and it lands on your desk. Begrudgingly you open it.

“I really am sorry. Please don’t be mad. I didn’t know, I won’t prank you ever again. ~George”

You thaw a little and smile at him.

And maybe you do show up at his first quidditch game despite swearing you’re not going

His heart soars when he sees you and Fred has to whack him to make him pay attention.

You keep going to their Quidditch matches... begrudgingly. You’re still a bit sore after their prank on you and you’re not one for Quidditch, to be honest but you go because it makes them George happy and smiles

To be fair it is one of the most stressful things you’ve seen because quidditch is dangerous even more so than muggle sports and you don’t care how many potions or spells are out there it’s not safe they think your rants against quidditch are cute and you just huff and storm away

The point is proven in third year when George gets knocked off his broom by a Slytherin and nearly falls to his death. You scream in terror and are the first on the field next to him

He makes a joke about “falling for you” and you want to hit him with a burning passion but he’s hurt so you refrain. For now.

You fall asleep on his hospital cot because Pomfrey insists on keeping George overnight to make sure the bones reset correctly

You wake up and see the same familiar smile and his hazel eyes crinkle and you’re heart flutters when he’s healed you do hit him and scold him about being reckless. Everyone in the Great Hall laughs because he gets the same lecture from his mother in a Howler

Everyone totally ships you two and Fred has tried many a time to get you two to admit your feelings for each other. He even tried to trick you into thinking he was George but you knew the difference. Of which he will never understand how you just know

With third-year coming means it’s the first year with their little brother Ron and their older brother Percy is a prefect and you can tell that the twins feel a little lost in the middle of it

So you start to plan very elaborate pranks for the twins

You’re their “godfather” of the prank operations with aid of the marauders' map then you have to explain what The Godfather is and finally you have to make them sit down and watch the movies

With a mini projector, you bring from home and charm so that it'll work because good lord you missed watching movies. The entire Gryffindor house gets in on movie nights and other muggle-borns are so hyped for a bit of normalcy

Fred has the ideas but Merlin, George can make them a reality and it just baffles you on how his mind works because he’s absolutely brilliant and it’s not fair

Sometimes George comes to you needing muggle ideas or perspective. Fred finds you two geeking out late at night in the common room and maybe hugging when you two figure out how to make something work. It’s awkward and blushing and Fred is not helping

Fourth-year comes and it’s the first year with their younger sister Ginny and she absolutely enamored with you because you’re like a sister to her

When the Chamber of Secrets opens George flips out and tracks you down because this thing is taking down Muggle-borns. Now you hardly go without having a protection squad of the Weasley twins and you just want a moment alone

Which means you go off on George one night “Just leave me alone! I’m fine! Nothing is going to happen to me!” You shout. “And what if something does happen! Do you think I could live with myself knowing you got hurt or worse!?” He yells back. “And why do you care!? What difference does it make!?” He just stammers and storms away and you stare after him wondering what the hell just happened. 

You find yourself in the Astronomy Tower alone. “Merlin Y/n!” You turn and see Fred. “Okay, I know that you’re great at pranks but this is really not funny,” “What do you mean?” You wipe the tears off your face. “George is going mad with worry right now! He thinks that you’re dead!” “Why would he care?” You mumble. “Oh, you two are impossible!” Fred exclaims and walks off. 

You hear someone else come up to the tower and you think it’s Fred again. You tell him to go away. 

“I thought you knew the difference between us?” 

You look up and see George. You cross your arms and look down. “Come to yell at me some more?” You mumble. He sits down beside you. “Sorry,” He mutters. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” A silence falls between you. “You... you’re my best friend, other than Fred, and I don’t want anything happening to you...” “You’re my best friend too, George, but... I can handle myself. I... I feel like you don’t think I can do it on my own when you step in. I know you’re trying to protect me, but... I feel like you think I can’t measure up because I’m a muggle-born.” “Never! Stars! I would never want you to feel like that!” George is horrified. “I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way,” You nod and lay your head on his shoulder. 

He lays off on being so overprotective and you don’t snap at him as much when he does get protective over you. Fred is dying inside because you two are so blind and Merlin you’re both his friends but he wants to lock you in a closet and not let you out until someone confesses something

Can you imagine the pun wars between you two? You once were up to a hundred cat puns in front of McGonagall that she actually gives you two detention because she also ships it and maybe some alone time together will get you two together. It doesn’t work

Fred being Fred hatches a plan with the rest of your friends to get you two to confess your feelings. It’s a ‘casual’ game of seven minutes in heaven. Fred totally bewitched the bottle to land on you when George spins it

You are absolutely red when you realize that you have to spend seven minutes with George in a wardrobe. But you’re not backing down and neither is George because damn it if you’re going to let Fred be smug about this or taunt you

But now you're very close to George in a dim space only lit by your wands and you’re both redder than his hair

“Look, we don’t have to...” He stammers. “It’s just a...” “Yeah,” You blush deeper, really noticing the green in his eyes. And he smiles and there’s that crinkle in his eyes that you love and then you’re kissing him. You’re kissing your best friend in a wardrobe while his brother is snickering outside. 

He pulls away, baffled. “You uh,” “Yeah,” You breathe out. “You wanna...?” “Just kiss me, red,” “Red?” He smirks and you roll your eyes pulling his tie to kiss you again. 

Seven minutes is a lot shorter when you’re having the revelation that you’re in love with your best friend and now he's kissing you in the dark. Fred pulls the wardrobe door open and George slams it back in his face and you burst out laughing and lean against him, feeling safe in his arms

Fred will not shut up about “I told you so!” as you’re curled up in George’s lap in the common room, studying for Transfiguration.

okay off-topic but George gets the entire Gryffindor team to choreograph “Did I Mention” from the Descendants after his next Quidditch game and you’re just laughing at your goofball and grinning because he’s just so ridiculous and Merlin you love him

George is the sweetest boyfriend ever. You’re still best friends but now he gets to kiss you whenever he wants and hold your hand and now he has an excuse to be protective. “I’m your boyfriend! It’s my job!” 

You hex him and remind him that you can handle yourself just fine and he just loves you more

“Georgie / Red / Pretty boy” and “Sunshine / Smiles / Beautiful” Just all the nicknames

You scold them both when they start prototypes for their theoretical joke shop because it’s dangerous and you care about your boys and man are they babies when they’re hurt. Not that you have a problem with taking care of them

Geroge invites you to the Burrow for Christmas and is super nervous and tripping over his words because he knows his family and that he doesn’t have the nicest things and he wants to give you the world but he knows he can’t but you roll your eyes and ruffle his hair

Mrs. Weasley absolutely adores you. “No, please dear just call me mum,” She ushers you around the Burrow and scolds George for not being a proper gentleman, and when he starts to say he’s Fred you give him a look and he grumbles. Mrs. Weasely doesn't understand how you can tell them apart and asks for your secret. You admit that their eyes are different and that George’s eyes crinkle when he smiles

“How in the stars did you figure that out?” George asks. “The day on the train, our first year,” you admit. “Remember you asked me what I was doing?” Everyone watching just “aww”s and you’re blushing

Mr. Weasely asks you about a thousand questions about being muggles. Your shirts, your books, your pens, your dishwashers... When you’re overwhelmed with questions, both George and Fred are defending you

You’re mystified about how magic works in a domestic setting and you want George to explain everything and all his fears about not having the best or newest things fades because technically everything is new to you and your little muggle self

When George visits you over the summer your parents absolutely love him. Somehow he knows how to be polite and a gentleman and your goofball is mature and charming and you’re not so nervous anymore and wow you love him especially when he’s still a goofball when you’re alone 

Your muggle tech and home mystify him the same way that his home mystifies you and he gets it. He loves your lava lamp and Star Wars and Grease the Musical 

When it comes to his family, of course, you love Fred, you haven’t met Bill, but Charlie is a darling and you both geek out over dragons because dragons. Percy still gets on your nerves but you think that it’s just second hand from your boys, Ron is best friends with the “chosen one” which doesn’t mean a lot to you because you didn’t know about “Harry Potter” until you got to Hogwarts. You and Ginny go out every once in a while as just girls to get a break from the testosterone you love George but sometimes you need a break

You think that fifth year it’s a good idea to give Harry the map because of Sirius Black and convince the boys to give it up. They sulk about it but agree

As you grow older, your pranks grow a lot more elaborate and better executed but you always make sure that they stay safe for everyone involved

You’re still wary about George and Fred playing Quidditch, but one night George knocks on your window, riding his broom, grinning. 

“What are you doing!?” You hiss, looking around to make sure no one can see him. “Fly with me,” He offers his hand. “George,” You whine. “I don't like-” “I’m not going to let you fall,” His voice is so soft and sincere that you give in and now you're clinging to him, as you soar over the castle. You don’t dare look, but with his arms wrapped tightly around you, you’re not so scared anymore. And maybe you do look. He beaming at you and looks so happy that you can’t help but smile back. You never want to fly on your own broom, but you don’t mind riding with George not and again

You comfort George when Ron becomes a prefect, and the comment from his mother really gets to him. “Just a twin,” He mutters, “No,” You retort. “You’re George. My George. Whose eyes have green in them and crinkle when he smiles. Who has more freckles than Fred and is better in class even slightly. You’re brilliant and an inventor and deserve the world,” “How do you know I have more freckles than Fred? Are you looking at him too?” He jokes and you laugh, knowing he feels better and it’s not a defense mechanism because you really do know him. 

Your parents meeting one another is just hysterical. At first, it’s in a public setting in the wizarding world because your parents aren't used to magic just yet. Mr. Weasly has another thousand questions and both moms fawn over the two of you as a couple and it has you both bright red.

You don’t see him the over the next summer because you get a muggle job and he picks up odd jobs so that you two can have date money of which you insist on paying for half of because he might be your boyfriend, but you can handle yourself and well, it’s not the middle ages anymore

 But Merlin, sixth year his hair has grown out and he’s grown about half a foot and you are a lovestruck goner. Everyone can tell the twins apart better this year because their hair is different, but nothing changes for you, you still look for George’s smile. 

You help them perfect their age spell to get their names into the goblet, knowing full well it won’t work, but it’s cute to see them try. 

He’s so awkward and fumbling over his words when he asks you to the Yule Ball and you laugh and ask him to the Ball instead Promposal style 

“You might be a Beater but I’m Seeking a Ball date and you’re a Keeper”

He’s bright red and everyone in the Great Hall cheers. Now there are cheesy muggle Promposals everywhere and you’re damn proud of your influence 

You get your drivers license along with your Apperating license “Why would you get a driver’s license? You can Apperate!” George points out. He shuts his mouth when he sees you pull up to the Burrow on a Harley motorcycle and he bloody loves that you have a license because damn his girlfriends is hot and also a very bad influence on Charlie who gets a bike too and you guys now have matching dragonhide leather jackets

Dolores Umbridge has met her match with you. “There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t dye my hair bright blue,” “I’m sorry, Professor, can you go over that again? I don’t quite understand what you mean by that wand movement... must be my stupid muggle background,” “My apologies ma’am but can you please explain your exact problem with me being here?” She fears the days you raise your hand in class it’s your senior year and you don’t really give a damn. A lot of educational degrees are your fault and now it's a game to see who can get the most between the three of you

Whenever Malfoy or his friends try to insult your blood status you laugh because it's like being threatened by a chihuahua even though everyone else is furious and ready to hex the crap out of the little prat

You are absolutely furious when Fred and George get banned from the Quidditch team that you actually consider joining to spite Umbridge

George rolls his eyes and pulls you close because he knows you’ll never get onto a broom. 

Except for the day that he and Fred quit school. You follow their lead and you’re gone, leaving Hogwarts behind you. George is furious, but you shrug. You never wanted to pursue a Magic job, you were quite okay living with the best of both worlds and besides, they needed someone to do the professional/design side of their new business

You go to a muggle university after working it out with McGonagall on how to get your grades transposed over. You study the classics and Latin and broaden your horizons and think of starting a muggle/wizard school

But then the war starts. You join the Order of the Phoenix and put uni on hold until your Wizarding world is safe. You work with muggles and muggle-born kids at Hogwarts underground, making sure they’re safe too. 

You, George, and Fred are hardly seen without the other. It’s always the three of you in the shop or at the Burrow, or anywhere. “The Twins” now includes you. 

You and Tonks are a forced to be reckoned with. They thought the Twins were bad? It has Remus and George in a mix of fear and awe at both of you

You visit your parents at least twice a month, after moving them to West California far away from the war. You don’t explain everything but they’re not exactly complaining about a condo on the beach paid for by your savings from co-running the joke shop

You and George share a bed at night because you both need the reassurance and you have terrible nightmares that only George seems to know how to calm you down from and make you laugh after

When you get the summons to appear in court to Umbridge to prove that you’re a wizard, you walk in, hand in hand with George, in your Bon Jovi cropped t-shirt, bright blue hair, Converse trainers, throw your family history on her desk and walk out, flipping her off on the way off and George almost proposes on the spot

You wait with Molly the night that they transport Harry, waiting for your boys to come home and you nearly have a heart attack when you see George is hurt and you're about sobbing and Fred is holding you and then George makes a stupid joke to make you two laugh

You refuse to leave his side after that and he pokes fun at you “I remember a certain someone arguing about when I hovered over her because I was afraid she was going to get hurt,” You pout and he laughs, pulling you into a kiss. “This is different,” You grumble. “You are hurt,” “And thanks to you, I’m healing quite well,” He grins. You still hover. Just in case 

At Bill and Fleur’s wedding, he does get all nervous about the idea and Fred breaks the ice saying that "When I get married, I won’t be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I’ll put a Full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it’s all over." and you laugh holding onto the hope that one day the world might be safe enough to actually get married and settle down

You co-host Potterwatch and figure out the charms to the radio so that it does change channels and requires a password you also really get into healing magic because you know a war is coming, and though you’re not much of a fighter, you have a knack for fixing things as well as mixing muggle and magic for better results

The Battle of Hogwarts comes and both twins try to convince you to stay back but hell if you’re letting them stop you “I’ll be sick with worry, you’ll be worrying about me, and it won’t be good. We need to stay together,” You whisper to George one night. 

Something breaks in you when you watch Fred die and maybe it’s the notion you had against killing someone with a “muggle” gun, because the pistol just feels so right in your hand as you take down the Death Eater. The gun was your dad’s. He gave it to you when you told him there was a war coming and you cried when he did and always carried it with you

The fighting seems to be over and the Death Eaters are gone or dead but you’re still on edge. You hear someone come up behind you and you raise the gun and your wand but it’s George. He’s bloody and bruised but alive and you drop the gun and your wand and run into his arms. 

He holds you tightly and you both break down sobbing and join the rest of the family as you mourn over the ones lost. 

The day someone dies isn’t the worst, and the next few days aren’t so bad because there are things to do... it’s every day after when they stay dead.

You and George do get married. You’re in a t-shirt and jeans, he’s in about the same. It’s a quiet affair and no one can argue because it’s all for Fred. 

It’s a year later and you and George finally reopen WWW, knowing that the world needs to laugh right now.

You both get muggle tattoo’s in Fred’s memory and name your first son after him because of the deep brown that his eyes are and the lack of freckles.

You live not far from the Burrow in a mix of muggle and magic. You get a cat named Peeves. You eventually finish Uni and the whole family comes to your graduation.

It’s never quite the same, but it’s better. And the sun still shines.  

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All For You, Part 12

Rating: T

Word Count: 1812

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Pilot!Reader

Summary: Your life in the Resistance was not easy, being married to Commander Poe Dameron and a skilled pilot yourself. When you unexpectedly get pregnant, your life is forever changed. Raising a child on base is hard, but never having parents of your own as a child, you are determined to love your little girl and give her the best life. Poe is equally as devoted to you and your daughter, vowing to keep you both safe from the impending threat of the First Order.

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Usually, Poe considered himself calm and collected on missions--usually. His mind could normally take the twists and turns that any given mission threw his way--but not this. 

Despite the truce being called and the Resistance obtaining the information on Lor San Tekka, Poe could see some triumph in Agent Terex’s eyes as he delivered that final blow--how are your wife and daughter, Commander? I trust they are well. Safe. 

Poe had never felt his blood run so cold in his entire life. He wasn’t sure how this man knew about you and Emmy, but he did. Which meant that the First Order knew about you and Emmy.  Poe didn’t need to say a word for Terex to know that he’d found the pilot’s weakness. 

He felt sick the entire flight back to base. Someone had to have betrayed him to the First Order--to keep Emmy safe, she had not been added to his personnel file. He should send you away, but even sending you away held its own dangers. And he could no longer send you to Yavin IV--if the enemy knew about your daughter, they knew where his father lived--they know, they know, they know--the thought kept pounding away at him. 

How was he ever going to protect his family now?

“Commander?”

“General?”

Leia was looking at him, concerned. It was then that Poe realized the briefing room had been cleared--he was the only one still standing in there with the general. “What’s going on, Poe?”

Poe swallowed the bitter tasting bile in his throat. “That agent knew about Y/N and Emmy--I don’t know how.  Emmy isn’t on my personnel file for the very reason of keeping her safe, a secret. How did he know she exists?”

She sighed and placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Poe. Maybe it’s time to send them away.”

He looked at her, exasperated. “Where? Someone on this base told the First Order about my daughter--if I sent them away, they’ll tell the First Order where they’ve gone. Or worse yet, they’ll go to my father.... and...General, what the hell do I do?”

“First, pull yourself together.”

“Yes...yes ma’am.”

“Second, you are not in this alone. The Resistance will help you.”

“I know that ma’am--”

“THIRD... talk to your wife, Poe.”

Rocking back on his heels, Poe knew that Leia was right--he needed to talk to you, you had to know of the threat that was made against you and the baby. You probably were not going to like his suggestion of leaving D’Qar. “Yes ma’am, I’ll talk to her.”

Leia gripped his shoulder. “Poe, no one on this base wants to see anything happen to Emmy. No matter what decision you and Y/N make, we’ll support you.”

Poe felt numb. Someone had betrayed him, someone had betrayed you--but worse yet, someone had betrayed your baby. As he headed back towards your quarters, that numbness turned into anger.  He had signed up for this--you had signed up for this--both you and Poe knew the risks.  However, Emmy, had not signed up for this and it was incredibly low of the First Order to even threaten her. 

BB-8 struggled to keep up with him, inquiring if Poe was going to send you and the baby away to someplace safer.

“I don’t know, buddy,” Poe murmured as he punched in the code to your quarters. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Haven’t decided what yet?” you asked as your husband stepped inside the room. “You’re back sooner than I was expecting. Did everything go okay?”

Sighing, heavily, Poe immediately went to the baby, lifting her out of her crib and holding her close. “I promise, baby girl, no one is going to hurt you, or Mama. No one.”

The tensions in his voice gave you pause.  Feeling a pit form in your stomach, you shakily asked him, “Poe? Is everything okay?”

Poe pressed a kiss to the top of Emmy’s head. “No. The First Order knew about our mission, they were waiting for us when we arrived. We managed to get out fine, but Y/N--they know--they know about Emmy. They threatened both of you to get to me.”

“She isn’t listed in your personnel file. How could they know?”

“Someone told them; just like someone told them about the mission.”

“Who...who would do that?”

“I don’t know--but I’m gonna find out.”

You eyes quickly filled with tears. Poe handed you the baby and then took your face in his hands, kissing the tears that fell away. You heard him assure you that everything was going to be fine. “How can it be fine? We were so careful to keep Emmy a secret! And now...now...those monsters know...”

Poe wrapped you into his arms, hearing Emmy gurgle, happily. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. My first instinct is to just send you and Emmy away, someplace else, someplace safe, but then... if they found out about the baby...they’re gonna find out where I sent you.”

Emmy cooed--a common response she had to Poe’s voice--and her little hand reach out to touch his cheek. You swallowed the sour taste in your mouth. “We’re, we’re in the safest place, Poe--the Resistance is the safest place. Even if we went back to the Republic, even if we went to stay with your dad--this is the safest place.”

“For now it is,” he said, softly. “Remember your promise to me?”

“Yes,” you answered, holding the baby closer, “I remember.”

“Good.” Poe’s lips pressed to your temple. “I’m holding you to it.”

“I know.” A sigh left your lips and you leaned into him. “I know.”

Poe stepped back, his thumb stroking across your cheek in a loving gesture. He hadn’t forgotten his promise to you either; even the silent one of keeping you safe. “I’m gonna find out who leaked the information, sweetheart.”

You simply nodded. “I know you will, Poe. No one is as stubborn and determined as you when you put your mind to something.” Suddenly, you recalled how protective he could be when you had been dating--a few other cadets had ended up with black eyes. “Don’t kill them.”

BB-8 whistled in agreement with you. Poe shot both of you a look. “If that is the only way to protect my family--I’m not going to hesitate.”

“And what if the person is a friend?”

“None of our friends would betray us like this.”

Glancing at the baby, you thought about his idealistic look at the galaxy. You didn’t share that--you had seen the dark side of the galaxy at such a young age that there was never a chance to develop ideals. “Are you hungry? Before you came in, Emmy and I were going to go to the mess hall for dinner.”

Poe rubbed his hands over his face. “Yeah... let me get out of this flight suit and wash up a bit.”

You could see the tension in his shoulders as he moved towards the refresher. It broke you heart how much weight he was carrying around.  “Poe.” He stopped and looked at you, softly. “It’s going to be okay.”

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A few days later it was your squadron sent out on a mission. Poe had thought about ordering you to stay but then realized what a bad idea that was. Instead, he had seen you off on the flight pad with the baby, with the promise that him and Emmy would be there waiting to great you when you returned.

Despite you being away, Poe still had responsibilities to attend too. And he was trusting no one take Emmy while he tended to those duties. She became a permanent fixture in briefings, sitting in his lap and laughing at inappropriate times. No one minded, in fact they thought she was quite adorable. 

Poe shuffled each briefing along as best he could. And then he would go straight to communications to see if they had heard from you. 

“Nothing yet today, sir,” the operator replied.

“You’ll let me know if you hear from her?” Poe asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Emmy and I are going for a walk.”

“Sir?”

“Use my comm, if she calls.”

Nodding, the operator got back to work, and Poe proceeded up to the flight pad. BB-8 followed behind, asking where they were going. The pilot smiled at the baby girl in his arms. “I think it’s time to show Emmy the lake, wouldn’t you agree Bee?”

Emmy smiled at the little droid when he beeped in excitement. Poe felt his heart warm seeing that smile. His daughter was enamored with BB-8. There were even a few instances where the droid had distracted Emmy enough to stop her crying while she was teething. 

Poe carefully walked the path towards the lake. It was spot that he often visited with you prior to the baby being born. The calm of the lake always seemed to put everything into perspective. 

“Here we go,” he said, as they got to the shore. “Want to put your toes in?”

The baby kicked her legs and cooed. Poe chuckled, removed her little boots and socks, and then with great care, dipped Emmy’s feet in the water. She squealed and pulled her feet up immediately, but he second time he dipped them in, she laughed and kick her feet about.

For the next several minutes, Poe could forget about all his worries in the galaxy and bask in the joy of watching his daughter discover the lake for the first time. Her curious little eyes soaked it all in, her feet rapidly moved among the gentle ripples and she laughed when BB-8 got a little water on him. 

But the joy only lasted for a bit. His comm link went off, calling him back to base. Poe grabbed the baby’s boots and socks, and with BB-8 rolling behind him, he proceeded back to the flight pad.

Snap didn’t need to meet him to tell him that something was wrong. Poe could clearly see the pair of x-wings on the tarmac, smoke billowing from the engines--one of them was yours. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Poe snapped.

“Poe listen--before you go storming the base,” Snap started.

“Snap. Where’s my wife.”

“They rushed her to the med bay.”

Poe felt a fire burn in his stomach. “Was it the First Order?”

Snap nodded. “Yeah; it was.”

“Terex?”

“Not sure; no one was able to talk to Y/N yet.”

Emmy whined, reminded Poe that he was still holding her. He gently rubbed her back to reassure her. “I’m going to find out who told him about my wife’s mission, Snap.”

Snap frowned, having seen that look in Poe’s eyes before. “And do what?”

Poe ground his teeth. “Make them pay.”

[unholyplumpprincess]

Necessary Calibrations

Inspired by art on Twitter that can be found HERE

Summary: Pathfinder asks Ramya to make him a special little mod, and well, how can she refuse such a cute bot? On one condition, of course. She gets to be the one who gives him a test spin. Or!!!! In which Ramya rides the life out of Pathfinder and effectively makes him glitch out into a mess.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Pathfinder/Rampart

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, mutual pining, uhhhh pretty tame except for overstimulation and wire play?

Words: 2.7k

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Modding was her thing.  

And Pathfinder was her mate.  

Put the two together with a lovely, tall robot shyly asking for a certain modification and how could Ramya refuse? Truthfully, she would have done it without the sweetness of him offering to buy her pizza. Or of the screen on his chest lighting up with a pink emoji with hearts and two index fingers pressed together. But it certainly did ease the small bit of nerves she had about pausing her current project.  

He wanted something to get off? Sure, she’d give him something to get off. “But on one condition,” She had told him, flipping up her face shield and wiping at grease on her cheek as she leans back on her desk, gesturing at him with her shut off welding torch. “I get to take you for your first ride. What better way than to see if I’ve got it all calibrated?”    

~Rest under the cut~

The joy on his screen had been rather heartwarming. His legs had bounced from one to the other, his hands clapping and the screen flashing yellow with bright joy. “Of course, friend! I wouldn’t think of anyone else I’d like to be ‘taken for a spin’ by!” And like the good boy he was, he’d leaned down, allowing Ramya to pat his ‘cheek’ fondly before shooing him on his way with a reminder he owed her pizza.  

Perhaps calling out to his retreating form ‘With extra sausage!’ went right over his head, but it made her laugh so that’s what really counted.  

Simulacrums had a line of attachable toys that had fancy little names for them. Ramya would disagree that saying ‘phallus module’ or ‘Vaginal attachment’ was anything horny sounding- she preferred ‘Homewrecker module’ and ‘Finger blaster 9000’ but okay. She wasn’t the one coming up with the brand names, just hunting for any of use ones. Turns out the compound had a few, and she couldn’t help but wonder who could have ordered these.  

So, the murder bot was getting it on, ey? Probably with his own left hand and fat tears. Poor sod.  

Modifying either to be able to be wired for a MRVN unit isn’t difficult- well, as long as your name is Ramya Parekh, she humbly thinks to herself. The wiring for Pathfinder’s unit isn’t on any blueprints, so she has to call him in during it to do a fitting. Mostly with the poor bot lying on his back and legs spread while she unhooked the paneling at his front. Whoever made him wanted to make sure he could have these attachments, the wiring was dead similar to a simulacrum’s, just needed a bit more adjustments.  

It takes maybe three days to complete it, and each day Pathfinder comes trotting in with a pizza in hand and a bounce in his step with excitement written all over his little screen. Normally, Ramya doesn’t get the pleasure of seeing someone come in to check out the work, let alone stay with her. The entire time he expresses his excitement, bouncing around her and well...Ramya can’t say she hates the company.  

When the project is complete, Pathfinder is lain out on the ground on a blanket she has folded for him. Damned bot was too tall to put up on a table. Ramya is sat between his legs, carefully clicking the module into place and checking by his hip where a hidden panel was to ensure everything was in place. “Alright, Path, you should see somethin’ about connection establishment. Hit that green button for me, will ya?”  

“Can do!” He responds as chipper as ever, hands folded politely at his waist with his screen going from its classic emoji to a bright green screen showing ‘Download’ on the front. Ramya pats his leg affectionately, sitting back between his thighs as she tosses her shirt and sports bra clean over her head as casual as ever.  

What? Could you blame a girl for being excited to hitch a ride on a heavily sensitive bot? Not to mention she made that cock gorgeous, if she does say so herself. The cock itself was a deep blue to match his paintjob, ribbed and made of a heavy silicone to feel every bit like a hard cock. The head was smoothed into the shape of it, all the same girth and about a good seven inches long with a girth thick enough she couldn’t quite circle her fingers around it. It was to die for, really, even if it was beautiful in its simplicity.   

A slit at the head area would allow his lubrication reserves to act as cum as well. She’d opted to give him options, flavored lubricants to more natural ones. Pathfinder had gleefully picked up the white lubricant, excited it looked like ‘real cum!’ all in that cheery little tone of his as Ramya had fit it within that panel for him.  

“Oh!” Pathfinder exclaims suddenly, drawing Ramya’s attention to him as she kicks herself out of her overalls. Little LED nodes on the side of the cock light up a soft pink, some ‘pre-cum’ leaking out of the tip and letting her know he’s all good to go with the bright ‘100%!’ on his screen.  

“Alright, mate, before we get you all sorted out, how about you get me all sorted out? Would hate to make you bust too soon.” Ramya teases, patting his thigh and moving to take his spot as Pathfinder moves with her. She doesn’t expect Pathfinder to be so  enthusiastic  about foreplay, but damn if he doesn’t go ‘Woohoo!’ as he sits up to take his spot between her thighs.  

His hands are cooler as they press at her strong thighs, pressing them apart to expose the dark hair between her thighs and undoubtedly how wet she is, or how her large clit peeks from her lower lips. Ramya wasn’t embarrassed at what she  had,  she knew she was hot. All her piercings exposed across her body including the one on her clit. Pathfinder seems enamored with them, tracing the dermals on her hips, up to the one on her navel then up to her breasts where he cups them and smooths his thumbs across them. A sigh falls from her lips, tossing her head back with a smile lingering on her lips. “You’ve done this before, mate?”  

“Yes!” He practically vibrates with joy with his voice module reflecting the tone. His screen is hot pink with a heart emoji on the front drooling with a dazed expression. Flattering... “I just have not had the right attachment to do anything besides touch- but! I don’t mind. Especially when they’re as pretty as you!” It’s a coy flirt, one that makes Ramya laugh with her head throwing back to hide a flush on her cheeks. Falling into a soft gasp when he pinches both her nipples, rolling the buds until her hips press upwards into nothing.  

“Less talking more stretching, yeah?” It’s probably the last full sentence she’ll get out for the rest of foreplay. Pathfinder’s letting out that little laugh he does, happily grabbing one of the  set  aside lubricant bottles to coat his fingers.  

Ramya learns rather quickly he wasn’t in the slightest bit kidding about having done this before, not when she’s got two fingers curling inside of her and pounding into her with his other hand pressing on her mound. Using his index and middle to lightly jerk off her clit and massage it, making her cum multiple times all whilst she  arches  off the blanket and swears the entire time.  

Again, and again, he wrings out her orgasms. Twisting his fingers inwards and letting her hump up against his palm with her fingers twisting into the blankets when three fingers now spread inside her. All while the bastard hums a happy little tone to himself, clearly leaking his own lubricant reserves onto himself in arousal.  

A third orgasm hits her with Ramya’s own hips humping against his hand and practically riding his fingers shamelessly with her back arched and her legs trembling. Her head falls back with a loud cry as Pathfinder keeps slamming into that same spot, until she’s twitching and grabbing his wrist with a shaky, almost whiny sound. “Uncle-- okay, uncle, uncle —P-Path!”  

His name catches his attention, his hand pausing and sliding out of her.  ”Oh! Are you alright, friend?” His screen is blue, the emoji yellow and looking alarmed up until Ramya waves a loose hand at him, panting heavily as her other hand grabs her own hair to keep herself grounded.  

“Yes, yes, yes- don't look at me like that, I’m fine. Just need a minute. Supposed to be calibrating you, mate, not having you rail my brains out.” Ramya laughs out breathily, wiping sweat from her brow as she sits up shakily on one arm. Helped up by Pathfinder gently resting a hand on her lower back and making tingles run up her spine. Hm. Feelings. Gross. Didn’t need those.  

Ever so softly Pathfinder gently winds his arms around her, bringing her head to his screen and pulling her ponytail free. Ramya’s about to complain, but when his fingers are running through her hair and soothing where her hair had been tugged at, well, can’t really complain. Instead, Ramya sighs hard, pressing her cheek to his screen and winding her arms back around his waist to lean into his side. “Alright ya big softie, you win your cuddling this time.”  

“Yay! Go me!”  

Ramya snorts, patting the plating of his thigh fondly and hearing the soft hum of static under her ear to signal his screen changing. She can only imagine his own little imagery on the screen with the flashing ‘go me’ across it. Silly bot.   

She can’t help the soft sigh from her lips when his hand tucks strands behind her pierced ear, cursing herself mentally for the fluttering in her chest. Instead, she presses at him, urging Pathfinder to lie down on the blanket in her stead just so she can get a good look at him to stop these damn fluttering feelings in her chest. Perhaps not the best course of action when she’s biting her bottom lip and trying not to smile.  

Pathfinder looked a mess without even being touched yet. His screen is hot pink now, a pastel pink emoji on the front with star eyes and his hands folded politely just under his screen. His legs bounce from one to the other as if he would when standing and excited, his cock standing to attention and drooling the white lubricant onto his own waist plating.  

A quick run of two of her fingers along its ribbed texture and his hips jerking upwards immediately gives her a hint already of how well it was attached. Ramya can’t help herself, wrapping her fingers around and giving two quick strokes from base to tip. Immediately, Pathfinder lets out this high whining sound littered with static in his vocal module, his head turning to the side and an arm going over his optic as if embarrassed. “O-oh! That feels great!”   

“Don’t need the confidence boost, mate, just lookin’ to see if it’s working is all. Of course it is, though, I modified it after all.”  

“A-and it’s always great if it has ‘Rampart’ on it!” He agrees in that ever so chipper tone, even if it does waver and shake when her thumb slides over the slit of his ribbed cock. Her grin is lopsided, soft and holding back the fondness in her heart.  

“Ya damn right it is. Now,” She pauses then, moving on top of him to straddle his waist. Letting her weight settle there, fingers wrapped around his cock to keep him sat upright. “Shall we give you a proper go?”  

With how well Pathfinder had stretched her out, sliding down onto him is like a dream. Ramya is a bit overstimulated from earlier still, a small quiver and tightness to her thighs. Pathfinder lets out this surprised ‘oh!’ as she slides onto his girth, his hands finding purchase on her thighs and squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. His screen flashes hot pink, a wave of glitches shooting across it in a wave as the emoji flickers back and forth from drooling with hearts to having its eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out.  

“Atta boy. Feelin ’ alright?” Ramya practically croons out, rolling her hips against his just to watch his screen glitch again and his voice module shake with a moan in reply full of static. ”I’ll take that as an enthusiastic yes!”  

One hand rests lightly on his screen to keep her balance, splaying her fingers to make sure to monitor it if his ‘expression’ went sour. As soon as her hips start bouncing, Pathfinder’s voice module comes out with mostly static and glitching of his moans, his head turning to the side and his hands shaking on her thighs. Small sounds leave Ramya’s own lips, watching how well behaved he is under her and just how sensitive this poor bot was. Sheesh, remind her to help him turn that down--  

Or well...maybe he could leave it up that high for now. She’d love to be able to do a bit more calibrations on him later.   

“R-Ra— aaaa -mm-y- ya- ” His poor voice glitches and shakes, practically jittering when she starts bouncing her hips on him. She mimics the sound with a low moan, using her hand not balancing on his screen to reach up towards his neck, finding the exposed wiring at where his shoulder meets neck and quirking her fingers inside and lightly tugging.  

Pathfinder immediately starts shaking, his legs kicking underneath himself until he can gain purchase and trying to hold Ramya still. She can’t help the grin spreading across her face, slamming her hips down harder and focusing more on him. His screen is a glitched mess of rainbows, flashing an emoji with its eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out and doing two peace signs. She’d ask later where he got that one and for what purpose.  

“R-Ramya! My systems a-are overloading!” Poor sod sounds like he could cry if he had the tear ducts to. Pathfinder’s hands slide up along her waist, squeezing as a laugh falls from Ramya’s lips breathlessly.  

“Dope. Ya gonna  cum for me, baby boy? Let’s see it." She sighs out, resting both hands on his glitching screen as his voice dissolves into static when her hips pick up the pace. Pathfinder is cumming not long after, hands shaking on her waist, screen a glitching mess and the only sounds she can make out from him sounding like cut off, distant audio of him crying and whining out. His lubricant reserves feel like cum inside of her, thick and warm and bring Ramya to her own fourth orgasm. Weak and quieter than the others but still making her sigh out in satisfaction.  

By the time her hips settle, he’s still shaking and overheating. Concerned, Ramya’s brows knit, stroking a hand over his optic’s cheek and yelping in surprise when suddenly his grapple comes shooting out to the side, hooking into her work bench and grounding him.  

Loud laughter flies from her lips as Ramya rests on his cock, one hand covering over her mouth to muffle the snorts falling from her lips as Pathfinder’s screen starts to settle. His overload seems to reboot his systems, his screen flashing pastel blue with a yellow emoji blushing and looking surprised. “Oh dear! I did not mean to do that.”  

“Ey, no sweat, Path. Got a laugh outta me. Let’s get you cleaned up and check out the data we collected, yeah?” Ramya laughs faintly throughout speaking, going to move off his lap but quickly stopped by his hands on her waist. Much gentler as he makes a soft, sad sound.   

“Boo! Do you think we could cuddle a little before you get up?”  

“You want MORE cuddling?! Didn’t I give you cuddles not fifteen minutes ago? You’re  gonna  get spoiled at this rate, mate.”  

Immediately, his screen flashes to a puppy dog eye emoji with begging hands. Ramya groans, rolling her eyes dramatically as she flops down on top of him instead.  Instantly  hearing the ‘yay!!!’ erupting from him as his arms wrap around her and her cheek lies on his warm screen.  

Damn bot was going to be the death of her.  

Seems like her weak spot would always be machines, hm?  

[megsironthrone]

Not His Type

Based on this request:  Hi how are ya? Can you please write about Tormund arriving in Winterfell with Jon, and he falls in love with smol Y/N Stark, always making sure she's protected and loved, even though Jon and Sandor remind him constantly that she's not his type

Here you go! I do not own Tormund. 

Warnings: Fluff!! 

Pairings/Characters: Tormund Giantsbane x fem!Stark reader, Jon Snow & Sandor Clegane (briefly)

      When Tormund came to Winterfell, he was expecting stone walls, prim and proper lords and ladies, and a whole lot of tradition and rules. What he didn't expect was you. Y/N Stark. Sweet, lovable, kind Y/N. You were the absolutely opposite of every woman Tormund had ever been attracted to before, but he didn't care. You were the only one he'd ever felt anything akin to real love for before.

         "Here, let me do that for ya," he offered one evening. You arched a brow. "I'm fine. It isn't that heavy." Tormund paid no mind and took your burden from you. "Thank you, then." You gave him a smile that nearly made his knees weak. What was so different about you? Why did you and only you have that affect on him? He didn't know but Tormund was determined to see where this attraction would lead.

         Tormund watched as you walked away, admiring the way your hips gently swayed. "She's not your type," the gruff voice of Sandor Clegane tore Tormund's gaze away from your backside. "What?" Sandor and Jon were both watching him with smirks on their faces. "He's right. Y/N isn't your type. She's nothing like the Free Folk." Tormund didn't say anything, just let his eyes wander back to your retreating form. They were wrong. They had to be.

*time skip*

         Tormund was watching you again. He couldn't help it. He was enamored with you. Jon was right. You were nothing like the Free Folk. At all. Sure, you could use a sword, but not very well. You were much more…delicate than the Free Folk. You spent your days nurturing rather than fighting. You sang and danced and made pretty dresses. But he couldn't help but be drawn to you. You were everything the man wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to make pretty babies with you.

         Tormund was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize Jon had come to sit next to him. "She still isn't your type." Tormund shrugged. "I like her." You met his gaze across the room and smiled. Tormund returned the grin before turning his attention back to Jon. "What's it to ya anyway, Crow?" he asked with a smirk. Jon chuckled. "Nothing. Nothing at all. She's coming this way though." Tormund's eyes snapped up. Sure enough, you were heading over to him.

         "Hello, Tormund. Jon," you greeted with a grin. Jon clapped Tormund on the shoulder and made an excuse to leave you alone. You laughed softly. "Well, I was going to bid him goodnight." In an instant Tormund was up. "Let me walk ya." Your brow rose and he quickly continued, "Ya never know who might want ta hurt ya." You chuckled again. "I suppose I could do with the company."

         As you walked toward your chambers, the only sounds around you were the echoes of your footsteps in the corridors. After a few moments, you hummed. "Tormund?" He made a noise to let you know he was listening. "Why do you try so hard to protect me? We've only just met a few weeks ago. I've never had someone so…devoted to my protection. Not even my father or brothers."

         "Ya deserve ta be protected. And cherished. And loved. Ya deserve everything any man could ever give ya." You didn't reply. Tormund took a moment to cast a glance your way. Your eyes were cast down to the floor and you looked almost embarrassed. "T-Thank you," you whispered after a few moments, "I feel like I have a guardian angel with me whenever you are around. "I'd like ta be more than that."

         You stopped walking and looked at him. "Would you now?" Tormund's smirk returned as he nodded. A bit of his fiery hair fell into his face. It had grown longer since he came to Winterfell. He really needed to cut it. But your small hand came up and brushed the lock from his face in such a gentle manner and he began to rethink that.

         "You're not like other men, Tormund. I envy you. You have such freedom. And such a big heart. I find myself enthralled by you, Tormund Giantsbane." Tormund's blue eyes met your (e/c) ones. He caught your hand in his as you moved to lower it. Without taking his gaze from yours, his lips brushed against each one of your fingertips. He needed to be close to you and if this was the only time, he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

         For you, it was as if all the air had been sucked from the corridor. This giant of a man, this warrior, was showing you affection you'd never dared to dream of. Lords were never as openly affectionate, with the exception of your father. But Tormund didn't seem to care that you were standing in the middle of the corridor where anyone could walk in and see what was happening. The only things he seemed to care about was you and your reactions to his touch.

         "Tormund," you whispered, afraid to break the spell your were both under. He hummed again, not letting go of your hand. He watched as your tongue darted out to lick your suddenly dry lips. He watched as your eyes flickered between his and his lips. He felt your hand begin to shake in his. "What is it?" he asked, suddenly concerned. Were you ill?

         "Kiss me," you ordered softly. Tormund blinked in surprise. "What?" Your beautiful lips upturned into a smile. "Kiss me, Tormund. Please." Tormund didn't need to be told a third time. Without letting go of your hand, he pulled you even closer to him and let his lips cover yours. It was nothing like he thought it would be. It was better. Your lips were soft and supple, but eager against his own. Your free hand moved up and tangled in his locks. It would be difficult to remove later, but Tormund didn't care.

         When you finally pulled away, you were panting. The sight was pure heaven to Tormund. He'd done that to you. "Wow," you muttered, but he heard you anyway and laughed. "Never been kissed like that before?" You bit your lip. "Never been kissed before," you replied. Tormund's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting to be your first kiss ever.

         "Will you kiss me again?" Tormund chuckled before kissing you again briefly. "Ta think, Snow and the Dog said you weren't my type." You scoffed. "Of course they did. Well, shall we prove them wrong?" Tormund's eyes lit up with glee. "Some other time. Right now, I wanna keep showing ya how much I love ya." Your mouth dropped open.

         "What did you say?" Tormund finally let go of your hand in favor of wrapping his arms around you. "I said that I love ya." You grinned. "Then I suppose it won't be a surprise if I say that I love you as well." In answer Tormund leaned in and buried his face in your neck. He breathed in your scent and sighed. He wanted to stay there, wrapped up together, forever. "Would you like to accompany me to my chambers?" you asked in his ear. Tormund chuckled. "You're forward. I like it." You giggled and pulled him behind you as you headed toward your chambers.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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[luvcherry]

Do you have any tips on writing smut? Sorry if this has been asked before (I'm not sure if it has) I'm new to writing it for my favorite characters I like and it's kind of hard to write but I do enjoy it it's fun.

I swear I answered a similar ask months ago but I can’t find it :(

Anyway, writing smut can be tough! For me it’s because I get burned out on writing sexual content. To remedy this I try to focus on the plot. If there is a concept (smut or not) that you really love, write a fic featuring it! I find that the words flow without problem when it’s a fantasy and a character that I’ve been daydreaming about irl.

You are going to write content that you don’t feel is “good.” Write it anyway. I have trouble with this but I know that I’ll at least write one good sentence or paragraph.

This is a tip given to every writer but read other works often. Also diversify the content you read; fanfics, original works, poems, etc. Since I try to be very active on tumblr and my patreon, I am writing more than I am reading and I can get too much in my head and use the same wording over and over again. Reading really does expand the vocabulary but it also helps you understand sentence structures and pacing. 

Sometimes I write down 1-2 sentence concepts, words, phrases, and ideas whenever I can. My twitter drafts are full with paragraphs of random fics I haven’t even started to write yet. 

I write self-insert fics so I personally don’t describe what ‘Y/n’ looks like because I don’t know what my readers look like and I want it to be inclusive! I find that my writing doesn’t suffer because of the lack of description and plenty of amazing fanfic writers do the same.

Reading my own work is like pulling teeth but editing is a must. I don’t always edit my work so I don’t think it’s always a necessary thing to do. I usually wait a day or a few days after I finish writing because I come back with a clear head. Reading things back drastically improves my work. Even though it’s hard I still try to do it.

Don’t get caught up in the numbers. I need to take my own advice but constantly looking at the word counter has really hindered me! Writing long fics takes stamina that is just rare to come by for a lot of writers. 

The biggest step that transformed my writing was being completely self-indulgent. It’s harder to do that with request, but if I’m writing for a person/character I really like and/or I’m really into the plot then I prioritize that. You work will suffer if you start thinking about how to please people. Some of my best works started off as fanfics for myself and then I shared them on my blog. Sometimes you have to be your own main audience. I know some may see it as just writing fanfiction but writing sexual content can be draining at times.

I have notebooks full of smut that I sometimes read at night before going to bed. You have to be the biggest fan of your work. Now that doesn’t mean you won’t feel like your work is lackluster at times. But removing judgement by viewing your work as some that should make you happy and please you will produce better work. When I was younger on the internet people use to shit on mary-sues, self-inserts, cliches, and work that was clearly self-indulgent. Sometimes those things do make the work suffer but honestly who gives a fuck lmfao! If I want to write about a character I’m really enamored with then I’m going to indulge completely! We are writing for these characters for a reason and there is something about them that attracts us to them so it’s great to show that in the writing. I love reading a fic and being able to tell that the writer is very passionate about the character and what they’re writing. 

Being a “good” writing is subjective. There are people are who are great writers but they’re all so diverse and different. I enjoy the work of my favorite fanfic writers for different reasons so don’t think you need to write in a certain style or write about specific things to be “good.”

It may take some time to find your writing voice. It may also feel like it’s disappeared after you thought you finally understood yourself as a writer. It’s like having an identity crisis lol I’m currently going through this phase for the third time since starting this blog!

This is all I can think of right now but feel free to send anymore questions!

[a3hastakenovermylife]

Hey there! Coming for the ask game for 2, 45 and 49 please💕 Hope you're doing well too love!

Oh, wow I really wasn’t expecting to get any asks!!!! Thank you so much!

2) Favorite Troupe

I love all of the troupes, I really do. However, I really am partial to Autumn Troupe. As much as I’d loved the upbeat nature of the story when it came to Summer and Spring Troupes, I am WEAK for people with complicated or dark past lives trying to turn over a new leaf. (and the idea that those dark pasts could come back to haunt them at any time and maybe pull the troupe into danger excites me)

Actually, I’m weak for Hurt/Comfort in general, and something about the whole way the portraits were set up and treated by the game left me with so much FUEL.

Like ok, TAICHI.  I seriously love Taichi’s whole character arc, I also seriously love how protective Autumn troupe, and specifically Banri and Juza get towards him after they hear the whole story, ok.  When Beni shows up at their closing night, and Taichi tries to stand up to him, and Juza and Banri chewing him out.  That made me so happy, just SO happy.

I also love Juza, like the poor baby.  He just wants some friends dammit.  (I seriously love imagining what would happen if one of the punks who likes to target him took a cheap shot and went for Muku or Kumon instead.  Can I see Juza in berserk protect mode please?). Also, he’s just such a sweet guy, I mean this figuratively AND literally.  Give him all the pudding he wants, he deserves it.

Like the other troupes had one or two characters with traits like that, and I love them. It’s just that, as a whole, Autumn troupe really makes me happy

(like I was enamored with the idea that Citron was a runaway prince with spies after him for a while)

(Also does anyone else remember that scene that Misumi like got startled but the Director and pinned her in a hold for just a sec because I THINK ABOUT THAT A LOT)(wait a sec I remember reading that in game, I swear.  But, I just reread the whole summer episode and I literally couldn’t find it? I’m afraid I might be going insane, now. )(Does anybody else remember this happening because now I’m really curious what chapter it was?)

(also my crazy imagination running away with the idea that Tenma’s dad literally punched him, though that was before I started reading the Rookie arc for Summer.   I might still write something about them later...)

(Yeah, I really like Summer Troupe too if you can't tell...)

PLUS, their VOICES are so deep. 

I love.

Every.  

Single.  

One.  

Of their songs. 

I could listen to Banri’s raspy friggin’ voice all day, and Juza’s deep voice harmonizes so well with Banri’s. I want to scream.

45) Did your favorite character/troupe change since you started the game?

Ah, well my favorite character and troupe pretty much changed as soon as I first meet a new character. At least with the first three troupes, I was always convinced that nothing could top how much I loved the previous troupe when I started a new chapter, but the game ALWAYS surprised me.

The only troupe that kinda disappointed me was Winter troupe, but that’s mostly because I’m not a huge fan of Tsumugi. Like I love him, I just feel that his character was not nearly as well developed as the other leads, in fact, I feel like Tasuku would have been a better fit for the lead of that troupe, he has a much more interesting character arc, especially when he has to confront the fact that he hurt Tsumugi and apologize to him.

I just always felt that if you took away his friendship with Tasuku, there wasn’t much to Tsumugi. His character is almost built around Takuku’s character arc and the rest of him just feels fake, I guess? Not that Tsumugi is faking it, just that the character traits they chose for him seeem like they have little to no motivation or reasoning behind them, so he doesn’t feel as real as the other leads. It would be fine if he were a side character, but not as the lead.  

That’s why I’m a bit disappointed, like it would even be something if he showed more than token regret for leaving theatre for as long as he did, but he seems more upset about the fact that Tasuku is upset with him, than the fact that he quit doing what he loved for years. Like, it might be too similar to Sakyo’s arc in that respect, but I would have still been fine with it, especially because Tsumugi had his own reasons for leaving theatre, that are different enough from Sakyo's that I would have been satisfied.  

Anyway, I’m getting way off topic.

My favorite character has waffled like crazy too, its just like the header of my blog says, I love them ALL.  Its a bit overwhelming because I’ve never had this experience before, like I always latch on to a character or two and tolerate the rest for most fandoms I’m in.  

Like, at first, I adored Tsuzuru, like he was so friggin’ relatable, and hardworking and earnest that I loved him, I also loved how he was the big brother character.  Though, Itaru was a close second.

Then, it was Misumi.  I got seriously obsessed with Misumi for a while, he was so adorable and honest, and oblivious sometimes that I also sorta related to him, plus his voice is so adorable.  However, Tenma took over after I saw him get punched by his dad and he took over for that troupe from there.  I didn’t really appreciate Kazunari until I came back and reread his parts in the story, I missed some of the nuance of his small arc in my first read through.

THEN, Autumn troupe destroyed me.  DESTROYED ME, and I’m not even kidding. Like I literally hated Banri at first, though really, who among us didn’t at the start of all this.  I mean he was such a little shit for like the first third of the Autumn Troupe’s arc.  I was also on the fence at the beginning with Taichi, like I had like two SSR cards of him by this point so I knew who he was and he just seemed like an off-brand Kazunari to me, but that’s before I started reading so...

Anyway, but otherwise, right at the start of Autumn Troupe’s arc I had THREE FAVORITES just after auditions.  I’d really been looking forward to Sakyo joining, because he was the first SSR that I’d gotten, and immediately I remembered him from episode one and I got excited.   

Also, Omi just immediately appealed to me, the very second I first saw his dumb little confused face (you know the one), I was like ‘I love this man’ and that was the end of it.  Plus, I was getting serious big bro energy from him.  Juza also immediately appealed to me as well, he was just this intense guy but he was so earnest in the beginning that I really took a liking to him right off the bat.  He just felt like a gentle giant, he looks scary but in the way he acted you could just tell that that wasn't really him.

49) Any favorite quotes/trivia?

(not sure how much of this applies as trivia, I think I’ll do my favorite quote post later tho, I just don't have time at this exact second)

I love Sakyo popping bubble wrap, just going to put that out there.

I love the idea that Itaru just uses Sakuya as his personal gatcha drawer, that's just so cute to me.

I love the idea that Tenma literally has no sense of direction.

I love the Mankai Mahjong Club, and literally everything it entails.  

I love the Minagi family and I need more content with them, (thank you A3 anime).

BANRI AND TENMA GOING TO KAREOKE 

(^^ I don't know why I love this but I do)

Muku and Sakyo reading Shoujou manga together.  (It’s just too cute that Sakyo gave in after Muku started berating himself for even deciding to ask, I mean seriously it melts my heart every time I think about it.)

I think that's about it.  Sorry this is so long, and my thoughts are definitely jumbled, because I should definitely be doing schoolwork right now...

BUT THANKS FOR THE ASK!  I had a lot of fun answering these, and I definately went on a few tangents there, but I hope you enjoy it.  If anybody have any follow up questions either that's cool too!

[tempest2k]

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Back at it again. Not as many pages this time because I value a good night’s sleep. Sort of. I meant to start my Homestuck reread blog before continuing Vast Error, but I have suddenly become so enamored by glimpses of what’s in store here that I just needed to keep reading this. If you’re waiting for my Homestuck reread blog, it’s coming. Just... don’t hold your breath.

After that weird note that Arcjec woke up to, I’m introduced to Albion! Albion is... interesting. She reads to me as a stock My Little Pony character, which is actually a kind of compelling concept for a character in a story like this. She’s also like Chip from Sonic Unleashed; extremely involved in some grand “prophecy” with a destiny of self-sacrifice (ignore the bits where Chip starts Sonic Unleashed with amnesia, it’s not 1:1). I don’t feel like I need to go over the entire story in every batch of pages I read, but I’m going to be experimenting with the format as I go here. Let me know what works, if you care.

Albion seems to be themed around a lot of superstitious ideas. Her guardian is supposedly a ghost of the previous twelve “star children”, which is evidently another descriptor of our protagonists. “Star Children” supposedly have gifts, of which Albion has none. Don’t worry, that doesn’t mean she lacks eccentricities. In fact, she’s practically all eccentricities. She forms pictures in constellations that supposedly tell old stories of Repiton, she does weird smell shit, she does it all, folks. She also has the mood ring in the picture above that you might have been waiting for me to get to. Alright, I’ll get to it already.

The mood ring is much like a real mood ring, except it’s pretty responsive, and actually seems to work. The different colors mean different things, and I wrote them all down in my notes, but as far as we’re concerned, Green is stable, Pink is love, and Red is rage.

Albion also seems to enjoy translating old scriptures, such as the one on her table. From what I can tell, old Repitonian text is flipped (y) flipped (x) daedric? I didn’t take a close look or compare it to anything, but I’m assuming it’s either default Alternian (flipped (y) daedric) and English like you and I are reading right now is New Repitonian, or Modern Repitonian or whatever, or old Repitonian is double-flipped, and modern Repitonian is single-flipped. Anyway, she’s translating this for her matesprit who is supposedly “behind on planetary customs” because of a sheltered life, whatever that implies. Based on the names that I remember, I’m going to pull a guess from a hat and say this mysterious matesprit is (digs through the hat and pulls out a small piece of paper) Jentha.

The recooperacoon is completely unremarkable. This is not a place of honor.

Oh god I forgot about funky modi. It’s been so long, but I’m not sure my brain can keep up with the logic train here. I’m gonna TRY, so hang with me.

So rather than following all the lines, I think the Spirograph modus is actually kind of simple? I see it more as a bunch of funky rings. than a big connected line. The center piece can be taken out at any time, and will naturally affect the flow of the other items inside. There are also certain rings where items are accessible at any time. There’s some organization shit you can do with this, but as far as I’m concerned that’s all you really need to know. Anyway, Albion is opening her sylladex to access her Astral Projector, which is a really cool brain computer.

I haven’t been this organized a day in my god damn life.

Ok ok ok ok this is fucking sick actually. We’re doing Astral Projection now don’t question it. There is a line here about “THE CELL” which is a wee bit fucked up and ominous. Don’t know what that’s about.

Welcome to Windows 3095. The brain is typically a place ripe for exploring a character, but there’s honestly not a lot here to tell us about Albion. It’s a pretty vague, abstract place. It’s organized and peaceful, sure but I’d imagine that’s kind of the point when you’re astral projecting. Also, this seems like a lot of work just to answer some messages and go to Newgrounds.com. That’s my headcanon for Albion, by the way. She is an avid Repitonian-Newgrounds visitor and has been for the last 4 sweeps, but has never made an account. Her favorite game is Super Mario Scene Creator.

Yo sweet desktop. Now we can really get analyzing. Here’s where the RIPE shit is. Actually, it’s not very ripe at all, since the narration heavily implies that the creature depicted here is what she’s going to combine with when the world ends? Or something? It made sense when I read it but it’s late. Also those are Homestuck clock hands, I’m pretty sure. They aren’t important but it seemed noteworthy. Once again I’m impressed by the tech here on these panels.

Skorpe, my arch-nemesis, returns for a third bout, but this version is weirdly the most normal setup so far. I mean yeah, Arcjec’s was pretty plain, but this feels more in-line with wacky Homestuck antics, which is the obvious point of comparison for something like this. Also, I didn’t mention it before, but Albion’s handle is demiurgeQuantified, which sounds like an achievement I would get after killing enough demons in Devil May Cry.

This conversation between Taz and Albion goes something like this:

TAZ: hey murrit told me about some game do you know about that shit

ALBION: the world is going to end and the twelve of us specifically are going to survive because of me

TAZ: oh cool

ALBION: you should probably talk to arcjec because if you think we’ll survive without FRIENDSHIP then you’re dead wrong sister

TAZ: ughhhhh fine

The page this panel from clarifies that Arcject and Taz are a bard and sylph respectively, which is interesting I guess. I also really like this art. It’s silly.

Anyway the ghost guardian (named Alavida) shows up and says “um actually you’re all gonna fucking die, IDIOT.” And that’s where my reading ends. Obviously they’re not going to die, but this makes me think that this is related to the titular “Vast Error”. The Big Mistake. The Gargantuan Fuck-up and so-on.

As usual this has been fun. See you next time! Sorry I didn’t really have much to say towards the end here.

[zagubionywilk]

USE THIS WEBSITE TO GENERATE YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM.

usually this is a meme but fuck that,  i’m stealing this from one of my other blogs so i guess i’m re   -   tagging myself.    anyway,    i’ve been lagging on writing up geralt’s pokemon au  /  team for awhile so    . .    lo and behold here we go we did it boys.  the   au itself   is effectively a side step version of his    modern au    but,    you know,    pokemon.    tl;dr:    geralt’s been alive since 1925 and wandering around doing witchery stuff as usual for people with his pokemon in tow helping him out and assisting him whenever he needs assistance getting rid of  monsters.    there comes a time where the wolf becomes worn out and  semi  -  retires   on his corvo bianco ranch as he occasionally goes out to help folks,    again with his pokemon in tow,    when necessary.    pokemon ages  ??   who knows and cares,  leave me and his pals alone   --------    now,  time to meet the team:

geralt’s pokemon partner    and    first pokemon is his mudsdale,    roach    with the moveset:  double kick,    heavy slam,    high horsepower and stomp.    he’s had her since she was itty bitty and a mudbray when he survived his trials at kaer morhen.    initially he had taken a shine to her prior to the trials and she to him    ;    always excited and trotting around the boy when he came to look over her.    geralt humored her always,  after surviving he and roach never really were apart when it came to going out of the stone walls of kaer morhen,    the little pokemon protective of its partner that she had come to trust.    once the wolf had left the school’s walls years later,  his little horse had become large and intimidating    ;    still gentle to him even though her temper had surged with her evolution.    as they went on in the world,    as the years went by,   they still stuck together through everything    ---    ever closer.    roach is hugely protective of her witcher and will    stomp you to death with her hooves    if you so much as threaten him.

tsareena,    nickname    petal    with the moveset:    stomp,    high jump kick,    power whip and solar beam.     all in all,    petal wouldn’t leave geralt alone.    one of the very last pokemon he gained on his team recently,    petal ran into geralt when she was her previous evolution,  steenee    -----    all due to the fact her little home had come under the attention of some humans.    a litwick had been causing a bit of a stir for them,    having sucked a few people’s life forms to dust which led humans to go searching for the pokemon to try and get rid of it.    geralt had been passing through and,    well,    ended up saving petal indirectly.    she was enamored and thankful for this friendly    (    yet kinda scary    !!    )    man who helped her and just   . .   followed him.    geralt’s heart couldn’t keep ignoring her for long and thus let her stick around,   the little pokemon doing her best to impress him and doing so    ;  leveling herself as she did and eventually,    when she gained stomp,  she evolved into tsarenna.    she’s a tomboyish little thing with an attitude now but never ungrateful for the help given to her.    she’ll also stomp you to death with her leetle feet.    during hunts she’s usually quick to assist.

absol,    nickname    sol    with the moveset:    dark pulse,    bite,    night slash and taunt.  geralt’s second pokemon was sol,    an absol he had found during one of the heavier winters in the kaedwin mountains.    she was wounded after a human had harmed it in one of its descents down the mountain to warn of impending disaster.    geralt had come across her in the snow,   bleeding out from the injury and managed to calm her down enough to get her out of the cold.    the disaster had been an avalanche,    no one getting hurt barring the man that had left the pokemon to die in the snow.    alas,    she survived.    in the small cave out of the heavy storm,  roach,    sol and geralt rode it out.    the wolf making sure the absol would survive her wounds with the resources he did have on hand and once it was over the dark pokemon stuck by his side.    with the myth that the pokemon brings disaster    ---    there’s a minor irony of it sticking around the witcher,    becoming his partner    ;    as both are detested and both are feared because of what and who they are.    sol detests fighting lest she can help it,    as it does hurt her to strain herself.  geralt doesn’t use her much on hunts but does bring her along    (    or she just trails behind anyway    ). 

sylveon,    nickname    bow    with the moveset:    disarming voice,    moonblast,    quick attack and psych up.    another one of the recent ones,    however a relatively long lasting one as well.    bow was given to geralt as a   thank you   from dandelion,  initially as an eevee.    the small thing took a shine to geralt and geralt took a shine to the little pokemon who enjoyed his space as well as sol’s.    he wasn’t a fan of staying in his pokeball whenever geralt was    uncomfortable    with a situation or when the wolf was highly upset over something.    effectively the eevee became a sort of    .  .    comfort pokemon for geralt.  when it came down to evolving,    geralt wanted to try for an  umbreon    but got bamboozled when bow evolved into a    sylveon    due to amount of friendship and love bow had for his trainer.    she likes to sit on geralt’s shoulder,    gently holding on with her ribbons that do well to settle him down if he’s ever overwhelmed or upset,    thus being the resident comfort pokemon if anything goes awry.    he’s equally protective of geralt and the friends he has,    rather bouncy and excitable as well.    his presence itself stumps humans and their assumption that witcher’s don’t feel    .  .    considering the required affection and loving on needed for sylveon to    .  .    be.

zebstrika,    nickname    z    (    yes how original     )    with the moveset:    wild charge,    discharge,    thrash and shockwave.    mad.    just    .  .    mad.    z doesn’t like humans very much,    only putting up with those that geralt is close to but irritable enough to stomp and make it known that it doesn’t want many near him.    z found geralt first,    or rather     roach    found the pokemon first,    leading geralt to the zebstrika when upon roaming had found him caught in a man    -    made trap.    after nearly an hour and a half of calming z down and with some assistance from roach just    snorting    and stomping in frustration   . .    geralt was able to get close enough to remove the trap.    z,    at first,    ran off,    only to follow them from a safe distance through the forest before coming to steal a few of the apples geralt had in saddlebags overnight.   begrudging thanks became true once geralt had gained the zebstrika’s trust.    not entirely    “    tame    “    z will still lash out sometimes if unsure of a situation but    will    come to geralt’s aid when its required    .  .   and for pets.

mightyena,    nickname    wulf    with the moveset:    suckerpunch,    crunch,    scary face and bite.    wulf was geralt’s third pokemon he gained,    having gained its trust over a period of a year after its habitat had been uprooted.     initially wary of geralt she came to trust him mostly by how geralt would bring it food when it couldn’t find any due to the uprooted home it came from.    she grew attached and after a time began to follow him out whenever he left.    with geralt’s experience wulf became loyal and ready to defend and fight when needed.  she’s cozy to be within and outside her pokeball but,    unsurprisingly,  has a grand ol time outside of it    ;    being chaotic and tomboyish. 

+   a cubone.    they’re new.    geralt found it while it was crying and it just pretty much  also  won’t leave him alone now.    it doesn’t fight.  just hangs out and is a cute nuisance.  its name is    buttercup.

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S2 Ep 28: Marik Ishtar Canonically Only Weighs 121 lbs

Yo, I got hella sick this week and slept for what felt like 3 straight days, so because I’m still not fully functional (like I just found french fries in my front pocket of my sweatshirt and I have no idea when over the past three days I put that in there), in celebration of finally being awake, lets watch a lucid dream put to the screen, that’s right, it’s time for Yugioh.

Last we left off, Yugi has decided to throw this heavy chain and anchor over Joey’s neck--referring of course to the golden cursed necklace and not the actual chain and anchor that is hanging above them and about to kill them (but probably weighs the same but we’ll get to that realization later). I was really hoping that we’d get to see Pharaoh pull up in the corner like a little shoulder angel and just start shouting at Joey, but apparently you can’t catch the Pharaoh Dad curse that easily.

So apparently I missed THIS the last two episodes--but there’s a huge ass Death Clock above the anchor? Seriously, there’s been a time limit this whole time!?

I would be jumping into the ocean the moment I saw this clock, I just cannot even fathom the thought of playing a 20 minute card game. Like once my older brother--a different bro than my younger bro who edits this blog, this is my Chaotic Neutral bro--decided to shove 5 different Uno decks together to create an ultimate deck that was almost entirely wilds and draw 4′s and it was such an excruciating experience, that my Mother secretly threw the game away. Forever scarred.

Anyway, now that he’s strapped with Pharaoh in a Box, finally things got weird enough that Joey snapped out of it. First time he snapped out of it was because of a dragon...second time was the puzzle...he has yet to even kind of recognize Tea strapped in a bondage chair with a giant storage unit threatening to crush her--that one doesn’t seem to bother him.

Joey has a very selective memory, but he only seems to come to for about 10 seconds at a time and mostly just sweats a lot whenever he does.

(read more under the cut)

And as Joey pulls out the same piece he once threw out a school window and into a really fancy fountain, he has a very quick flashback to Season One. Or Season Zero, depending on which version you like better. (What school has a fountain, PS? Was that a quick donation from the Kaibas so the principal could shrug off some demerits?)

And so Joey puts the puzzle back together and back over his neck.

It’s fine. Go back to throwing fireballs at your best friend, but if you litter, then that’s just way too far. I mean the show has to stretch this out four episodes anyway, so despite their endless friendship love--Joey is still possessed and we have nothing left to give him unless Yugi just starts unloading belts.

Really confused at how this magic even works or operates when the puzzle is so far away from Yugi, but maybe Pharaoh has a battery life like a wacom tablet.

Man, so there really is no way to have any privacy when that guy’s in your head huh? Like can’t even hang up the puzzle when you’re on the toilet--no--he’s just...always around. This is the worst curse.

Back on the boat, the story boarding team realized that Marik is an underage teenager and cannot drink alcohol on TV.

I mean he didn’t even have a bottle of whatever he’d drink to fill that glass (milk, I’m assuming. Marik seems like the type of person that’d put ice in his milk.) But all that was drawn next to him was just one bucket of ice. Marik’s just back here stress chewing ice like a pregnant woman.

PS I just looked up Marik’s age with a quick Google Search and can we talk about something real fast--just real fast--JK I’m gonna talk about it a lot.

+++++RATHER LONG WIKIA WORMHOLE WEIGHT DISCUSSION FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++++++++

Age‎: ‎16 <---which seems a little young, but OK, it’s an anime

Weight‎: ‎121.254 lb <------- EXCUSE ME, WIKIA!?

Height‎: ‎1.8 m ; 5.906 ft 

He is nearly 6 ft feet tall and 120 lbs!?

Y’all.

Marik HAS NO BONES.

As a reviewer, it’s not my job to go around saying if drawing Marik way too skinny for a normal human being is right or wrong, because that’s a discussion that you can find plenty of info on. I’m pretty sure the people who made this show never expected when they first drew Yugi’s crazy eyes and horrible hair that we’d have a generation that would point to it and say “that’s hot”

And I’m not saying any of these characters have eating problems either, because we’ve seen all of them eat healthy meals. The shocking thing is that they gave these fake characters--remember these aren’t real people, they are cartoons--a specific numeric weight.

Blood type I expect, other random anime tidbits I expect--but weight seems super duper random and so awkward. Like, why do we have this information? Was it on a card or something? Like did the intern who came up with this weight number even research like...how much a normal human weighs??? Did they pull this number out of their ass???? None of these numbers make any sense, and they have these for apparently every single person who has appeared on the show. It’s incredible.

Man, Marik’s still wearing Baby Gap over there. Which...that explains the very small hoodie.

...one sec, let me look at the stats on Yugi.

Weight‎: ‎92.594 lb Height‎: ‎1.53 m ; 5.02 ft

OH NO. Who did this!?

He can’t even ride a roller coaster yet! Well, that explains a lot of the need for so many belts on this show. Yugi hasn’t hit the big triple digits yet.

Oh, Yugi.

And since we’re talking about numbers, lets talk about that puzzle now that we’ve talked about Yugi’s body weight. And like, lets be real--this is a cartoon and so of course it weighs magically nothing in the physics of the show...but lets just see, using math, how much this is if a 7 inch isosceles pyramid were made of solid gold (assuming that there is no gap in the middle, because that’s the way I’ve personally interpreted it.)

Now I’m gonna throw out a number and if you disagree, that’s cool beans and I don’t care, I was an art major, leave your math in the comments. But my math: It’s roughly 60 lbs. Some people online say it would only be 2 kilo’s but I don’t know what planet they’re from. Gold is .7 lbs a volumetric inch

Of course this weight also depends on how heavy the chain is, but I mean...the chain is stronger than Joey Wheeler and Tristan combined hitting it repeatedly with a pipe. It’s gotta be a car-towing/superlock chain.

a 20 inch heavy duty tow/lock chain is like 15 lbs, from what I see on Ebay.

So that pyramid necklace, indeed, is 75 lbs--4/5 of Yugi’s weight.

Now lets say you think there’s a gap in the middle and each piece has about a half-inch thickness, we’ll subtract about 43 lbs.

That’s still a 32 lb necklace guys, it’s about a third his weight!

Now lets say this was gold plated--first off, it’s not. But, lets say it’s entirely copper AND it’s hollow. That necklace is still 7 lbs with a 15 lb chain which is 23 lbs.

So, in all, Yugi actually weighs more than most people on this show--but it’s only because of the necklace, meaning the strongest thing in Yugioh, other than the endearing power of friendship between Joey and Yugi, is Yugi’s neck.

I also looked up Seto Kaiba and it didn’t say his weight right away but it did say this

Favorite Food‎: ‎Filet Mignon with Foie Gras Sauce

Damn.

Why does Seto Kaiba crave freakin ducks? Someone please give this poor child some candy. Give the whole cast candy.

+++++++END RANT OF EVERYONE’S WEIGHT ACCORDING TO WIKIA. I’M NOT EVEN SURE WHY WE KNOW THIS?+++++++

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the boys are still babysitting Serenity, who has the pure muscle mass of 108 lbs, which is nearly 20 lbs more than Yugi Muto and only about 10 lbs less than Marik Ishtar.

She could probably lift Marik Ishtar. TBH with OP buff Wheeler stats like that, Serenity could probably punch out half the cast and does not need babysitting.

Duke Devlin is still following them around. I don’t really know why. No thugs are after Duke. Duke can just leave whenever he wants to, but he’s either so fascinated by Tristan’s predicament, or so enamored by Serenity’s soft hair and beautiful bandages, that he’s decided to follow along like Bakura in Season 1.

Except Bakura in Season 1 followed along because he wanted to screw them all, I’m pretty sure Duke won’t be doing that because I’m fairly positive that dice earring he got off of Etsy isn’t a millennium earring. I’m fairly positive he isn’t going to randomly kill everybody. I don’t know if this show could handle yet another villain dead set on destroying the world.

This love triangle between Tristan, and a girl who I didn’t think was real in S1, and Duke Devlin, the guy who was in a one-off at the end of S1 when the season should have already ended. So this is happening now. Interesting choice, show.

Serenity is like 12, right? Like her brother’s 14-16 and she’s like 11-13?

This show has a cast mostly full of people who are all the same age yet they keep shipping the few people that are either too young or waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too old. (except for Yugi and Joey, of course, who are the same age)

Duke Devlin, with this newly found responsibility, immediately walks a blind person into the street.

Anyways, speaking of ships that are way too old for this show, look who’s here and driving the dumbest convertible I’ve ever seen drawn.

And on the other side of town, the show edited out most of this violent nonsense for me.

Mai’s car, straight from fisher-price. I can’t stop looking at it.

So um...in the time it took to get Tristan, pick him up, turn around, and then drive here it was like...a 2 minute drive?

But, youknow, consider the Kaiba’s perspective. You’re watching this effed up duel straight from the bowels of Satan, and you hear a car pull up, and you’re like “oh finally, someone’s come to help us” and you turn around, and it’s a blue clown car full of Mai Valentine, Tristan, that random horny kid from the class across the hall, and some blind woman?

So Mokuba, who weighs less than one millennium puzzle at 61 lbs, actually makes an attempt to explain everything as quickly as possible and this is like the fourth time this kid has had to explain to someone else what the hell is going on.

Ah, and now everyone’s a bystander.

Almost the entire cast is here now, right? At least Yugi will die with an audience.

Bandit Keith weighs 187 lbs, PS. He is, so far, the only character I’ve checked who weighs more than Yugi with the necklace on.

Anyway, their weights are all awkwardly available online and I’ll probably go back to forgetting that this random info exists (much like I consistently forget that Seto is only 6′1″ although he’s drawn like he’s 8 ft tall)

Next week on Yugioh:

So how much does Yugi’s hair weigh when all that product is on there? Does Seto ever eat that Filet Mignon he craves so bad? Is Mai in fact renting that car and does it get busted here in the Abandoned Warehouse neighborhood?

[arrcwhead]

okay so lISTEN I have a lot of emotions about my two main Aang ships on this blog and I need to express my boy’s feelings about these crushes of his, because honestly? 95% of the time they’re way out of control.

huge novel of a rant below the cut to spare ya’ll

So it shouldn’t be any mystery that I ship and support KATAANG, and really, any Katara I write with Aang’s going to be heart eyes and a blushy little adolescent fool. this nerd has been crushing on her since Day 1, and my interpretation follows canon really closely in that regard. He adores her, okay? What once was no more than a little boy with an infatuation really matures over the course of the seasons.

What I see and buy into is that, yes, Aang is enamored with Katara and sometimes these feelings for her can get to be a bit childish, but what I really notice is that this crush starts to mature by season 3. He’s still a red-faced little bender by receiving pecks on the cheeks--or just smitten in moments of wow she’s great--but his crush totally starts to get a bit more serious as we get into the third book. It’s not JUST a crush anymore. It’s an “oh my Roku I love this girl.”

Yeah, he’s 12.

Yeah, I think it’s pretty common for people that age to fall for someone and think “THIS IS THE ONE. I LOVE THIS PERSON SO MUCH AND WILL DIE WITHOUT THEM” and I think there’s a little bit of that ridiculousness in Aang’s attraction, but the thing is: he learns. He’s dramatic af about Katara. But that all solidifies into something really REAL once we get into the comics.

A little--okay, HUGE--infatuation is nurtured into a real relationship in The Promise and beyond (all ignited by that kiss at the end of the show). Trust me, he still is head over heels for her, but his way of showing it when he’s older is less “so... papaya” and more “it’s us against the world; let’s pursue our future together.”

He NEVER stops loving her, okay?

Then we have ZUKAANG, which is my guilty pleasure “put this cinnamon roll with this angst biscuit and you have a beautiful dessert” kind of ship. My Aang’s attraction to Zuko is on an entirely different plane than his attraction to Katara; it is forged differently, pursued differently, and just a different dynamic altogether.

Because here’s the thing: it very clearly isn’t a “love at first sight” like Kataang is.

My Aang honestly doesn’t develop romantic feelings for Zuko in the show at all--or, if he does, he doesn’t even recognize them as such (perhaps too blinded and consumed by his attraction to Katara?). Platonically, yes, very early on I really do believe Aang feels something with Zuko, that which most likely was sparked by their contact during The Blue Spirit. Right there is when he sees some good in the ponytail prince of darkness and realizes there really is MORE to him and hey--he wants to see that.

If anything, Aang has a bit of a platonic crush on Zuko in that “we could totally be friends if he’d get over his honor for 2 seconds” kind of way.

So yeah, we get Zuko’s whole redemption arc. We see Aang give Zuko plenty of chances; first in his little “if things were different, do you think we could be friends?” speech from the Blue Spirit, to saving his sorry butt during the Book 1 finale when everyone else wanted to leave him to freeze (which isn’t saying too much considering Aang doesn’t want to kill anyone, but I digress). POINT IS. Aang knows Zuko is good. He wants to help him and wants him to see that himself--he wants to CONNECT with him.

And so the whole of the show is mainly little bendy boy throwing sunshines and rainbows at angst teen. Especially once Zuko’s on their side; you better believe Aang’s always trying to get him to smile and delights in their banter. Maybe affection bordering on a teensy crush, but one even he doesn’t notice.

Get to the comics, to Aang maturing more as both a person and his role as Avatar, and that’s where my Aang muse starts to recognize some deeper feelings for Zuko (this is disregarding a relationship with Katara, in such cases). But even then, this crush is still nothing like his with Katara. He’s not all flushed and fumbling over himself each time the Fire Lord looks at him; he’s developed a mature infatuation, and thus pursues it almost... subtly?

He visits Zuko more--finds reasons to spend time with him--may do little “nice” things here and there, perhaps get a little bit playful and impish with him (more so than usual) and honestly just tries to make Zuko happy (and maybe puts forth an effort to fluster him...  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). But yea, he’s not blushing all the time; he’s older now and has more control of his emotions than before.

EITHER WAY... this boy has a lot of love to give romantically or otherwise, and more often than not, catch me sobbing over just how much he loves. And how UNIQUELY he loves each separate person. gOD this actual bean.

[daniellesmithtv]

Mother and Daughter Team Up for New Middle School Book: Ask Emma

My small girl is a reader.

She devours book after book, often reading 200 pages in a day. It isn’t unusual to find her squirreled away, caught up in her latest favorite. If she is especially enamored by a certain story, she can finish in a matter of a day or two.

That is just what happened with new release: Ask Emma – a book that centers on budding author and entrepreneur, teenager Emma Woods. Emma is a girl prone to big ideas and her latest? An advice blog catering to middle school kids her age.

However, in no time, Emma finds herself navigating the land of teenagers and social media. She is bombarded with requests to break rules (how do I get out of detention or skip a quiz?) and she is suddenly the victim of some mean and hurtful anonymous comments.

Suddenly, Emma needs to answer some tough questions – should she ditch her current dream and fold Ask Emma, or can she find a way to navigate this social space with heart, confidence and authenticity?

Ask Emma is the work of mother daughter team, Sheryl and Carrie Berk. As a New York Times-bestselling author, Sheryl is most proud of the dozens of books she has co-written with her 15 year old daughter, Carrie, including The Cupcake Club and Fashion Academy series. Ask Emma is their third collaboration.

Delaney and I were excited to have some time to interview them – asking how they generate ideas, what first inspired Carrie to follow in her mom’s footsteps, and how Sheryl encourages Carrie’s dreams.

Carrie began by sharing with us how she was initially inspired to write, “Ask Emma”:

I was watching the movie Clueless with my mom- it’s one of my favorite movies. At the end, she asked me if I liked it and I said “to be honest, it was a little bit dated.” She asked me how I would have imagined the character Cher in real life, and I said I would have imagined her as an advice blogger.

Then a light bulb went off in my head, and my mom kind of got the idea too, and she showed me the movie Emma. After watching Clueless and Emma, we decided we would combine these two movies to make this character Emma Woods that would be a mix between Emma Woodhouse, from Emma, and Cher from Clueless, and she would be an advice blogger.

Delaney wanted to know (outside of her mom being an author) what inspired Carrie to pursue being an author:

I’d always wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I’ve known that for as long as I can remember. My mom’s a celebrity ghost writer, but I felt like realistic fiction was something that caught my attention more.

So, one day I came home from school and I wrote a book proposal for my mom at age eight for The Cupcake Club. That was our first series that we wrote together. My mom just decided to pitch it to her agent because I was a cute little kid and she just wanted to make me happy and feel accomplished, but we were both shocked to hear that we actually had gotten a 12-book deal for a mother-daughter book series.

As Delaney is an avid reader and writer, I asked Sheryl how she encourages Carrie’s work and passion:

I would tell you, as a mom, the best advice you can give your kid is just find time every single day. If writing is your passion and it’s what you love- to write, to read- expose your kid to all different types of authors.

I’ve shared with Carrie the authors that I loved as a young girl, and she’s shared with me the books that she’s loved and read in school. I think there’s a lot you can do to encourage your child to really just take that passion and run with it.

Since cyberbullying (and how to deal with it) is a central theme in the book, Sheryl and Carrie have adopted a motto of, “Be Brave, Be Kind, Be You” and hope to encourage kids to do just that.

They are proud to work with No Bully, an organization committed to leading kids into a cyberbully-free world. Learn more at NoBully.org.

Ask Emma is available in stores and online now. Don’t forget to check out this duo’s other work – The Cupcake Club and Fashion Academy series.

Disclosure: Little Bee Books invited my daughter and I to join for a Mother-Daughter interview with the Mother-Daughter writing pair, Sheryl and Carrie Berk…as always, all thoughts and opinions are mine and mine alone.

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