#I think I can also use loop braiding if I really do end up not using my current method anymore

[wikagirl]

I‘ve been using friendship bracelet braiding methods to make fancy trims and borders for future larp projecs (because getting nice looking ones that fit my aesthetic is mucho hard)

and so I got curious about where friendship bracelets come from

and now I‘m confused

because the practice of friendship bracelets is apparebtly appropriated from central american indigenous practices but the knot methods and just decorative knots in general can be seen all through out history, most notably china and arabic countries but also slav and norse cultures.

And now I‘m not quite sure if what I‘m doing can be seen as cultural appropriation or not because I‘m using these methods to supplement for decorative trims that I don‘t have the recources for to make in a historically appropriate way. The knotbinding itself doesn‘t really seem to be traceable to one specific culture as far as I can tell from the like 8 articles I‘ve read, just the bracelet giving thing and that‘s what the knots are most associated with, so idk if it would be okay for me to use the methods still or not.

It‘s generally a fun and easy to learn craft, it keeps my fingies occupied so my brain can focus and I but if this is a nother thing that has been forcefully taken from a nother culture then I‘m not sure if I want to continue using these methods :/

[eddies-house]

I was at a little festival concert series yesterday/last night and I couldn’t stop thinking about being there with Eddie and y’all are just sitting in the grass when it first starts like just lounging around with your head in his lap, he’s smoking a joint and every so often he puts it to your lips and just smiles down at you while the first bands of the day play in the distance and he’s playing with your hair, putting little braids in it. Sometimes he sprinkles grass in it and you smack him in the chest and he just has a shit eating grin.

Then later when you’re in the crowd waiting for the headliner to start best believe Eddie is protecting you from any shoving and he’s trying to navigate you to the spots where you can actually see. If anyone starts acting like an asshole (concert etiquette sucks these days) he’s staring them down like a mean guard dog and if anything is directed at you he’s stepping in immediately like “hey man, knock it off” really intimating and that person will spend the rest of the concert avoiding you guys. Eddie’s also making you drink water constantly saying stuff like “Baby I don’t care if you’re gonna have to pee, you need to stay hydrated.”

When the concert starts he’s holding you from behind by the belt loops and swaying back and forth to the upbeat songs but when the slower songs come on he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your cheek every now and then. He just wants you to have the best time. Sometimes he’ll trail his hand down to yours and tangle your fingers together, giving them a squeeze as a little ‘I love you’.

Once the concert ends he’s shielding you from the crowd that’s trying to push their way out of the venue. Again he hooks his fingers in your belt loops to keep you from straying away from him.

When you get to his van he’s giving you more water and he’s like “drink all of it, I don’t wanna see a drop left” and while he’s driving you guys home your head starts nodding off and you’re desperately trying to stay awake, eyes all droopy. He looks over and he’s like “sweetness, you can go to sleep, I know you’re probably tired as fuck.” And you protest because he’s gotta be tired too so it’s not fair that he’s driving home while you sleep but you end up falling asleep anyway. You’re stirring awake when he’s unbuckling your seatbelt and carrying you inside, placing you on the bathroom counter to wash your face and everything before bed. He’s using all your products and is helping you with your routine, sets out one of his shirts and a pair of boxers for you to change into. All while doing your nighttime routine you chat about the night and what your favorite songs were and maybe it’s a band that he doesn’t necessarily listen to but he’ll chime in and go “oh yeah I liked that one!” when you’re talking about a certain song. You go to bed softly making out and he’s just saying things like “I had a really great time with you tonight, baby.” In between kisses.

Eddie is the ultimate bf/concert buddy TRY TO CHANGE MY MIND CAUSE YOU WONT

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Thirteen

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: We’re the Best People to Find Out What’s Happening

Summary: Prom can be great or it can be terrible.

Mouse Note: :)

            “Hello, Mr. Morningstar!” said Olive as she, Noa, Marcel, and Leon walked into the Penthouse.

            “Please, call me ‘Lucifer,’ ” said Lucifer, waving a hand. “I don’t need that sort of formality.”

            “Okay, Lucifer,” said Noa, nodding.

            “Are you doing well? (Y/N) has said you recently started a relationship and had a few issues,” said Leon.

            “Ah, good to know all of my worst moments are shared with the group…” said Lucifer, pouting.

            “Nothing too bad,” said Marcel, looping his arm around Leon’s and smiling. “They really love you. When they went and signed the papers with you, they facetimed us afterwards and were screaming because they were so happy.”

            “Yeah, they just keep us up-to-date since they get roped into things, so we want to help keep an eye on them,” said Noa. “They of all people need it.”

            Lucifer sighed. “They are quite headstrong. At least they have a group of people looking out for them.” He smiled.

            “Of course. We’re their friends,” said Leon.

            “Duh, we have their back,” said Olive.

            “Even when they run into danger like an idiot,” snickered Marcel.

            “Who are you calling an idiot?”

            (Y/N) stood with Emeranne at the door of the hall to their rooms. They had finished getting ready for Prom and now had their arms crossed with an annoyed look on their face.

            “You, Birdie,” joked Emeranne.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Am I seriously getting made fun of? After everything I do for all of you?”

            “You made fun of me,” reminded Lucifer with a smile.

            “Yeah, but that’s because I clean up your messes,” pointed out (Y/N) with a smirk.

            “I suppose that is fair…” Lucifer trailed off. He really wished (Y/N) didn’t have to get involved with Celestial problems (or his) so often. He wanted to take care of them. It shouldn’t happen the other way around.

            “Before you get all grouchy, it was all in good fun,” laughed Olive. “And we are eternally thankful for all that you do for us.”

            “Like making us prom outfits,” said Noa. “They are amazing, as usual.” Noa wore a white button down with stitched flowers. They had on simple white slacks to offset the drama of the top, and a sheer, long blazer on overtop—also stitched with a few flowers. They had also gotten their hair braided with white and added beads to match their suit.

            (Y/N) straightened, almost preening, at the praise. “I worked hard on them. I’m glad you guys like them.”

            “Of course we do! We’re going to be the coolest people at prom,” said Olive proudly. She wore a long, fluffy white dress. It had a pattern of flowers on the sleeves and skirts to match with Noa—sickeningly sweet partners who dress together stay together—but with it being the ends and sleeves, it went with Noa in a lovely manner.

            “The coolest gay people, at least,” said Marcel. “I think our fashion only makes sense to queer people.” He had on combat boots with a grey suit that was bejeweled on the legs and sleeves. Underneath the suit, he wore a navy-blue shirt.

            “I think we have more style than the average people,” said Leon matter-of-factly. He had on a navy-blue suit with a short cape (bejeweled) overtop. It had a high collar, and they paired it with makeup to work with the golden shine (which looked beautiful around their dark eyes).

            “You do indeed,” agreed Lucifer. He looked at (Y/N). “Did you really make all of these?”

            “I mean, not every piece, but most of the hand-stitching, alterations, and jeweling, yeah,” said (Y/N), almost sheepish now that they had to speak about how much work they put into it.

            “You never cease to amaze me,” said Lucifer, smiling. (Y/N) was incredibly creative and skilled. Their creations were always beautiful and flattering for everyone they dressed.

            “They really are an amazing creator,” said Em, wrapping their arm around (Y/N)’s waste fondly. She wore a long red dress with a black, translucent layer overtop. It had slight gold and black jeweled flowers on it overtop—again carefully crafted by (Y/N).

            “Don’t call me a creator, I’m not God,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes with heated cheeks.

            “Fine, you’re an artist, then,” said Em, kissing (Y/N)’s cheek.

            (Y/N) smiled and ducked their head. They wore black slacks, a red binder, and a black blazer. The blazer had an open back stitched with black thread into an intricate design like crawling shadows. “Okay, okay, enough compliments, I’m glad you guys like your clothes. Let’s go.”

            “Not until I get photos!” said Lucifer, grabbing his phone. “Everyone onto the terrace for a perfect backdrop!” If there was one thing Lucifer was very good at when it came to being a parent, it was taking photos in the most awkward way possible (that being said, the results were always great).

            Lucifer smiled as (Y/N) and their friends stood in front of the LA skyline and took their photos. (Y/N) was his child, and they were home. They were happy. Lucifer didn’t want anything else. This was all he needed: (Y/N)’s joy.

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            “Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza, straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa!”

            The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club jumped up and down and screamed the lyrics to “On the Floor” by Jennifer Lopez. Dinner had been delicious, and now the music at the rented-out venue was pounding through their bodies. Prom was in full swing.

            Leon wasn’t as big on dancing as Marcel, but they wore a large smile as Marcel jumped and held his hand. Olive and Noa held one another’s hands and swung each other around crazily to the music. (Y/N) held Em’s hand and spun her around, grinning the whole time.

            “La la la la la la la la la la la la la la, tonight we gon' be it on the floor!” they sang until the song ended.

            As the music died down, the crowd cheered and whooped since that was a legitimately good song (and hadn’t been remixed to hell).

            “I love dancing,” sighed Olive, grinning. “I wonder what they’ll play next.”

            “Maybe a slow song? I wouldn’t mind partner dancing,” said Em, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand.

            “I don’t either,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, that would be nice,” agreed Leon.

            “As long as we can keep dancing,” said Marcel.

            “And as long as it’s not ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran that’s what they always play,” said Noa, sighing.

            “Hey, listen, the next song is starting,” said Marcel.

            “Oh! I recognize it!” said Olive, grinning. “It’s Frank Sinatra! ‘Strangers in the Night.’ ” She pulled Noa close as the music started up. Noa put their hand on Olive’s waist while holding the other, and the pair began to sway to the music.

            “Would you like to dance?” said Leon, offering his hand to Marcel.

            He smiled. “You’re leading, you’re better at dancing,” he joked, letting Leon put their hand on his waist and lead them in a simple dance across the dancefloor.

            “Birdie?” said Em, raising their hand and kissing the back. They winked as (Y/N) rolled their eyes and fought back a smile.

            “Cheesy demon,” said (Y/N).

            “For you,” said Em, smiling.

            “I’d hope so,” said (Y/N). They pulled Em closer and put their hand on her waist. “But I’m leading.”

            “Go ahead,” said Em, chuckling. “You’re the bossy one.” Her words held nothing but fondness.

            (Y/N) and Em danced, swaying to the music contentedly. Playfully, (Y/N) spun Em around before pulling her in and resting their head on her shoulder, close together. Em responded by squeezing (Y/N)’s hand and kissed their cheek fondly. Loud music and crazy dancing was fun, but this calmness, this quietness, was just as nice.

            Indeed, (Y/N) was incredible joyful to just be existing in that moment. They had their friends around them. They had their girlfriend. They had their father. Everyone was going well. They had the family and friends and love they always longed for.

            It was almost too much.

            As the music died down, (Y/N) stepped back from Em and smiled. “Do you want to step outside for a moment? Take a quick break? Talk?”

            “Kiss?” teased Em.

            “Em,” hissed (Y/N), and Em just laughed.

            “Relax, I know you need breaks from lots of energy,” said Em, waving a hand and winking. They knew how long (Y/N) could do with the stimulation of bass, music, and crowds. “Let’s go take a break. And you know I love talking to you. Any moment with you is a good one.”

            (Y/N) groaned as heat rushed to their cheeks again. “I miss when you just looked at me and stammered when you tried to be sweet. Go back to that.”

            “Nope!” chirped Em as they walked out of the main room to the darker corridors around the venue. “Now that I know you like me, I’m getting revenge for all the times I was nervous.”

            “You’re evil,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Hellishly so,” said Em, pecking (Y/N) on the lips.

            (Y/N) smiled and leaned in to kiss Em again before pausing. “What’s that?”

            Em turned around, hand still clasped around (Y/N)’s, and frowned. “What?”

            “That, on the ground,” said (Y/N), stepping forward and crouching. “It looks like some liquid.”

            Em moved forward with (Y/N) and looked at what they had spotted carefully. It was a red stain on the ground, and her blood ran cold as she considered what it could be.

            “I think it’s blood,” breathed (Y/N), eyes widening.

            “Birdie, we should go back and get an adult,” said Em, trying to pull (Y/N) with them.

            “What if someone’s hurt?” said (Y/N). “We should help them.”

            “Yes, Birdie, but we should get an adult,” said Em. “What if it’s something dangerous?”

            “Then we’re the best people to find out what’s happening. Other people can get hurt more easily than we can,” said (Y/N) stubbornly.

            “Please, let’s not play hero,” said Em, holding (Y/N)’s hand tightly. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

            “Em, if someone’s in danger, I can’t leave them there,” said (Y/N) quietly.

            Em stared at (Y/N), but her shoulders sagged. They knew (Y/N) would go forward and help someone whether or not Em went with them, so she would follow.

            “Okay. Okay, fine. But as soon as we see danger, we turn around. Okay, Birdie?” said Em. They stared at (Y/N) with caring intensity. They didn’t want them in danger.

            “Got it,” said (Y/N), standing and looking ahead for another drop of blood. “It goes this way.”

            Apprehensively, Em followed (Y/N) as they moved further through the halls until they found a closed door.

            “Birdie—”

            (Y/N) opened it and stepped into the room. They looked around and froze. Instantly, Em ran in in case there was danger. Her eyes widened.

            The body of a dance chaperone—a teacher—lay on the ground. Dried blood stained the carpet beneath them, and the wound in their stomach made it clear this was murder.

            “Birdie, we’re going,” said Em, snapping into body-guard mode. They grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and pulled them back.

            Bam!

            The door slammed closed, and Em and (Y/N) whirled in shock. Two people, a man and woman, stood in the now-closed doorway, one holding a demon blade and the other holding a gun.

            (Y/N)’s lungs clenched as they recognized the faces. It was (M/N) and (F/N), their biological parents. Panic flooded through them, and they stepped back. Em held them tightly.

            “Hello, dear,” said (M/N) with a sickening smile.

            “Did you expect to never see us again?” said (F/N).

            “H-How—you—jail—” Words failed (Y/N) as their lungs constricted and anxiety collected in their throat.

            “We got a little help,” said (F/N), grinning.

            “Michael,” hissed Em, knowing who it had to be.

            “Divine intervention to get revenge—righteous revenge—on the devil’s bitch of a child,” said (M/N). “Our kid. The one who ruined our lives like the ungrateful brat they are.”

            (Y/N) opened their mouth to reply with something scathing, but nothing came out as they heaved for breath.

            “Now, time to do what we came here for,” said (F/N), brandishing his knife.

            “I won’t let you touch them,” said Em, pushing (Y/N) behind them.

            “Em—” (Y/N) managed to get the word out in a panic.

            “You don’t have to let us,” said (M/N).

            Bang!

            She fired the gun, and the bullet—crafted from a demon blade oh-so-carefully by Michael—hit Em in the stomach. (Y/N) let out a scream and caught Em as they stumbled. Their vision swam as they pulled Em to them, and the shadows around the room crawled up the walls. (M/N) stepped forward and raised the gun again.

            “Don’t touch her!” shouted (Y/N), rage surging through their veins.

            Bang!

            The gun went off, and shadows crashed like a wave through the room. (Y/N)’s entire vision went black, and they felt the fury of hell—world-ending rage—course through them.

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[labaguetteisdabest]

i saw a friendship prompt post (can't remember whose) and one of the prompts was: ❛do you think we’re friends in every universe?❜

so i immediately thought of two of my ocs, adira and wesley. the prompt fit them perfectly so i decided to write a oneshot for them :)

also i wrote this at like 10:30 at night so if there's any mistakes, thats why

I had asked Adira to braid my hair, which meant she had to whip out her hair straightener.

“Careful, Wes!” she laughs. “Stop moving your head or I’ll burn you!”

“Well, it’s literally flaming hot! Of course I’m gonna flinch away!” I retort. But I oblige and stop moving.

I feel the heat of the iron on my skin, warmth thrusting its way through my body. 

A few minutes later, Adira finishes and goes to find a hairbrush.

I look into my reflection in the mirror. My brown hair is a lot longer than I expected when it’s straight. The freckles dotting my face remind me of constellations, and I try to find some of my favorites: Aquila, Cassiopeia, Leo…

Adira returns, holding a yellow hairbrush. She separates my hair to make it easier to brush, and finishes one side rather quickly.

My thoughts wander off, filled with constellations and song lyrics.

I pick up my phone and open YouTube Music. Scrolling through my friendship songs playlist, I remember how I met Adira. 

The thought of Will’s enthusiastic face as he ran towards me makes my cheeks bloom a rosy color.

Adira smirks. “Are you thinking about Will again?”

“No!” I blush more furiously.

“Oh, you totally are,” she teases.

“…Maybe I am.”

Adira snorts triumphantly and goes back to brushing my hair. I return to finding a song to play.

I scroll for what feels like ages until a song with a bright yellow album cover catches my eye: Count on Me by Bruno Mars.

I press play.

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea

I'll sail the world to find you

“If this song was us,” I say, “would you do that?”

Adira begins braiding my hair. “What do you mean?”

“Like, would you do everything in the song? You know what I mean?”

She takes a moment to respond. “Yes. Yeah to both questions.”

“Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” I ask. My heart says yes, but my brain says no, and I don’t know what to believe.

Adira ponders for a few seconds more. She takes a black hair tie and loops it around the end of my braid. It looks really good.

She finally answers, a definitive tone in her voice.

“Definitely.”

You can count on me like one, two, three

I'll be there…

[frosty-tian]

Building onto "long-haired Graham" AU: Long hair (as a person with very long hair) tends to cause a lot of issues:

• It likes to get caught in necklaces or velcro near the head (the hooks (sharp, hard bit), not the loops (softer)). It also gets caught it drawers if you're bending down and closing them and not watching where your hair is. This is why I have my hair in a ponytail 90% of the time in public (but you still have to be careful, of course).

• People! The audacity of people! I had a woman touch my hair and gush about it when I was just getting a drink. It would probably be worse for poor Graham in public since this change was so quick. Poor Graham!

• On the good side: When braided when wet, if you let it dry before you unbraid it, WAVES. The hair gets a bit wavy. Source: have braid my hair when it was wet before bed, then unbraided it when I woke up (my hair is also very thick, so braiding before bed reduces tangles). I figure Graham might go to bed with a wet braid on accident and wake up and unbraid it to see his hair be wavy (I'm pretty sure it'd be wavier than my hair when I unbraid it because Graham's is shorter than mine, thus isn't weighed down as much).

• Also, shaved long-haired Graham looks really cute!

Also: what sort of shampoo do you think would Graham use now that he has long hair? The same, or would he switch products?

-@moroccos-apprentice

Hm, maybe in the beginning he didn’t see the use of changing the type of shampoo he frequently used simply because he has long hair now, but ended up trying a few new types that claims to be ‘aimed at long hair’ out of mere curiosity.

Nothing fancy, but switched to one which has conditioner included and is a bigger bottle at a cheaper price. I do like to imagine he sometimes forgets to take care of his hair, which resulted in terrible split ends and frizziness.

Since he works with a lot of machinery and boyfriend somewhat being one he’s usually seen with his hair tied up, either in a ponytail, half up-do or bun (but the lazy/messy version). Like you described however, his hair still gets caught in various places and can be quite painful.

The sudden change was quite a novelty in the beginning (since everyone knows everyone), and it attracted a lot of unwanted attention.

Later on, everything kind of resumed back to normal, though he still gets some odd remarks or awkward/unwanted contact (though most comes from teasing from his siblings).

Wavy, long-haired Graham, he doesn’t see it, but some do think it’s quite pretty.

But also, somehow unrecognizable by many.

[whentranslatorscry]

Hitagi Honeymoon

021

Though I was prepared for it, the words spoken were harsher than I had anticipated, and there was no doubt it had added fuel to the confusion, if not made the situation worse.

Possibly because I was deep in thought in front of the Sleeping Cat, I found myself more deeply engrossed than usual. From a distance, one might think I was genuinely moved by Hidari Jingorou’s sculpture, but from the perspective of someone who had read the guidebook, I could just as easily be the object of ridicule, not even knowing whether the sculpture was crafted by Hidari Jingorou, let alone if he really existed. It made me feel embarrassment deep within.

The truth is, whoever created it, whatever master sculptor with the seeming ability to bring the work to life— whether or not they actually existed— is somewhat beside the point. What's important is that, in the context of a work attracting literally droves of people like a bustling marketplace, one should understand that it's imbued with commensurate emotions.

Though I'd like to say the same of the Killing Stone as well, its lack of touristy development only adds to its eerie charm— it was anything but ordinary.

In any case, my impulsive musings on this allowed me, for once, to think deeply and grow from the experience; enlightened and made aware of a new perspective. Real or not, I owe my gratitude to Hidari Jingorou.

For sure.

Though I'm older now and not so quick to wholly agree and comply with everything the braided, glasses-wearing class president advises, I must also weigh the ethics of giving up on adopting a little girl vampire.

I’m not as quick as a fox in choosing ethical considerations over modern society.

Instead of giving up, let's rethink the approach.

Once more, from the beginning.

How about we make up for what we couldn't do during spring break—instead of thinking about ways for everyone to be unhappy, let's consider how we could bring happiness to all.

Otherwise, there's no point in growing older.

I managed to turn twenty-four, looping my third year of high school, graduating, entering college, getting a job, moving to the US, and getting married. All of this was done so that I could accomplish things that were impossible when I was seventeen or eighteen.

It's about seizing the moment and doing what can only be done now.

There are dates that only an updated version of myself can be up to.

"So, Shinobu, I'm sorry, but I'll need you to bear with me a little longer. We need to come face-to-face. I’m not finished talking with you yet."

Not fully sharing my perceptions with Shinobu, we had already started on the roadmap for our honeymoon and our family life. That was, to begin with, the root of the problem. We became so inseparable before we even united our names that, in a way, I had treated her carelessly... If I wanted to adopt my slave as my daughter, I should have loved her like one first.

Just as every donut hole is part of the donut, so too is a large wound.

At some point, it had become a part of me.

No matter how fresh or painful the wound, it eventually becomes an old scar, and there's no point in regretting it.

"Or maybe treating you as family was already too casual, but if we keep considering and exploring our options, there might just be a way for you to become Araragi Shinobu while keeping your wish intact. If you want, we could even ask the marriage deity over there…"

Hmm... No response.

She should hear me calling out to her, even while asleep.

I was trying to say good things, but in the end, were they only ever the same off-target remarks I always seem to make?

Was I exasperating her?

"Shinobu... hey, Shinobu?"

I felt ignored— or more precisely, as if Shinobu’s presence in my shadow had become completely invisible. Amid the pouring rain, I crouched down and touched the ground, bewildered.

"……."

I couldn’t sense her.

I could still feel the authority of Tokugawa Ieyasu… that he gave the command to build Nikko Toshogu Shrine is a historical fact, I think. In an uncertain world where I don't know what to believe, still, one thing is certain: since who knows when, the blonde vampire who was supposed to reside in my shadow has been conspicuously absent. I couldn’t wait for her to reply anymore.

Could it be that while I was concentrating on my inner conversation with Hanekawa— while my eyes were closed at the sleeping cat— she had snuck away under my nose? It would have been an easy escape.

But where to? And why?

"No way—"

I had no clue where she might be. As I stood up and looked around, if she were to blend into the crowd with her small physique, there's no way I'd be able to find her. But, as for why she would do it, I can think of one possibility. 

This had happened once before.

In my third year of high school, on the day before the culture festival.

"—Maybe Shinobu-chan went on a journey to find herself?"

Not again.

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[pokemon-researcher-alexander]

[it's package time again—in fact, there's two of them!!! both show up in boxes instead of bryony's usual paper bundles. the larger one is addressed to alexander and tied with a dark green ribbon. there's a blanket inside, crocheted out of thick, soft, dark green yarn with tight stitches, tall enough to fully cover him once it's unfolded, wide enough that some Pokémon can make themselves cozy too if he's willing to share. there's a rhododendron tree embroidered across the front of the blanket, wide and sprawling, taking up more space than not, with scattered petals at the bottom. the back is a bit of a mess and the branches are a little clumsily-done in places, but a lot of care has been put into the detail of the flowers; thicker yarn embroidered in for outlines, thinner thread for the detailing. look closely and there's a little leafeon sticking its head out from between the flowers! sitting on top of the bundle is a full-size instead of sample-size tin of slippery elm bark tea.

there's a handmade card, as usual, reading, "Hi Alexander! It turns out I WAS up to something suspicious!! I know your birthday is a mystery that I guess goes without celebration but I hope you will still accept this as some kind of equivalent gift. This was going to just be a throw blanket and then I realized maybe since you are so tall it is hard to find blankets that are the right size? I hope that is not presumptuous of me!! Thank you again so so much for the gift you sent me too, I know I said so before but it really is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. All this time and I still hardly know what to say! I really really am happy I get to be your friend though. I think I am so lucky that I got to meet you. Take care ok? I am always here if you need me. ♡ Bryony"

the other package is addressed to Sage, with a magenta ribbon wrapped around the whole thing. inside there's a crochet Pokéball—done, of course, in magenta instead of red. it even opens, connected with magnets at the front, with extra loops of braided yarn at the top and bottom one could theoretically put paws through or grip with their teeth if a lack of opposable thumbs made opening it a struggle otherwise. the Pokéball is stuffed and lined around the inside edges so it keeps its shape, but hollow inside otherwise. It's packaged with another tin, though, this one full of thin crocheted sachets in different colors with different floral patterns embroidered on them. each sachet has been filled with different dried herbs, matching the plants embroidered on the sachet, but there's a sheet of paper with a guide, too. the handmade card included with the whole thing says, "Hi Sage! Thank you very very much for the needles! That was so thoughtful of you. I made a little sachet for them and now my closet smells so fresh all the time! I thought you might like to have more nice-smelling things around too, but I was not sure what smells you might like best, so I picked out a whole bunch of herbs from the garden and thought I would let you pick! They should fit perfectly in the Pokéball, and maybe you can share the ones you do not use. I hope it is easy enough to open and close. If it is too tough let me know or get Alexander to tell me and I will try again ok? Take care! ♡ Bryony"]

I can say with absolute certainty that, not only is this not presumptuous, it is the best gift I’ve ever received. Too warm for a blanket this time of year, but I’ll put it to good use in the colder seasons. (I’ll also apologize in advance for all of the fur that’ll end up on it.)

Sage was a bit hesitant about his gift, since he hates going into his Pokéball so much, but one he realized it wasn’t a trap, he was all over it. I think the basil’s shaping up to be his favorite.

Thank you, Bryony.

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

haikyuu boys and what they did over quarantine

a/n: we all maybe got into something new or fell back in love with something old and ngl i feel like we’re spiraling back into early pandemic vibes so here’s me coping and writing something lighthearted nsysys

includes: tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, kageyama, sakusa

tendou: bread

i feel like he kind of always figured he’d be able to do it but never found the time ??

specifically hopped on the bread baking trend

mans started out very basic, a standard loaf of white bread and it turned out alright

this is good he thought, but also kind of boring 

so he began getting more curious

what else could he do?? what other ingredients can he use???

mans really starts his bread grind, basting some loads in butter and seasoning with different herbs

he becomes a master at grinding garlic lmao

when he figures out how to braid bread they all start to come out prettier with more elaborate designs

he learns that he can cut a loaf with a knife so that it’ll bake with certain indents 

he makes bagels at some point too???

also has to chill out at some point because there is more bread in his house than he can eat

lowkey gains a following on tiktok for his quirky self narrating his process

there’s always an aggressive bead slap somewhere and idk how else to explain it 

occasionally delivers bread to family and friends such as ushijima (while making sure he was quarantined and negative and following social distancing rules)

mans goes around his neighborhood on a bike with fresh bread in the basket and it’s just overall very wholesome 

overall, he establishes that he’s good with food :))

kuroo: knitting

he actually doesn’t know what possessed him to try this out

maybe he was feeling a bit antsy staying home all the time

maybe he felt unproductive, there was nothing tangible from all the time he was just inside 

one day he comes across one of those tiktoks where someone knits an entire sweater 

the lightbulb goes off in his head - maybe i can do that he thinks 

it’s just a loop in a loop, right? 

the first thing he ever attempts is a scarf because it’s essentially a really long strip 

it’s a bit wonky because it’s his first. there’s a random hole in the yarn here and there and the tightness of his loops aren’t very balanced 

you could kind of tell he was struggling with the first ten rows lmao 

but he does get the hang of it towards the end of the scarf 

eventually he finds himself trying to figure out more intricate stitches and following more intricate patterns 

knitting almost becomes therapeutic when he needs something to do with his hands 

ends up knitting presents for people: specifically kenma. kuroo makes him a little beanie to keep his little head warm :((

mans will also probably tackle knitting with the really big yarn- the kind that people knit with by using their arms as the knitting needles lmaoo

he does eventually knit himself an entire sweater and he is quite proud 

iwaizumi: actually resting

he’s usually a busy guy, really embodied the word “grind” pre-pandemic

he was satisfied with the routine he established for himself too 

his body was used to it 

he’d wake up at six every morning, have his lunch on the go, get to work, do his work, then go home, maybe look over some of his client’s workout plans, have dinner, and go to bed at a reasonable hour 

most minutes of his day had a purpose 

so when everything was suddenly work from home, iwaizumi was a bit bothered that his routine was disturbed

suddenly, there were a couple extra hours in his day he didn’t know what to do with 

suddenly, he didn’t have to wake up at six am 

suddenly, he could take more time to prepare and actually enjoy his meals 

suddenly, he had to change some workout routines because not everyone had access to a gym anymore 

so he had to look for something new regarding exercise too- he hadn’t done that in a while 

mans turned to yoga because he still had to exercise to maintain himself too 

but ultimately, being home so much allowed iwaizumi to slow down too. life didn’t have to constantly be a grind 

he could slow down 

so maybe he lets himself sit on the couch a couple hours to watch something 

maybe he takes a nap in the middle of the day because he’s feeling it 

maybe he even does those face masks that oikawa sends him 

there’s one moment in quarantine where he’s sitting with a cold, soothing mask, on his face. his eyes are closed and he just feels calm. there’s also music playing in his house and he realizes how good it feels to rest. to properly rest  

he takes note of this feeling and makes sure to never forget to give himself time like this - even after quarantine ends 

kageyama: bringing shows, movies etc.

sometimes kageyama could feel out of the loop 

maybe hinata or someone from the karasuno gang would make a reference to some show or movie -he didn’t know- and everyone would laugh 

except him 

being home so much irked kageyama mainly for the reason that he could not play volleyball (it irked everyone, but kageyama especially) 

setting to a wall and watching volleyball videos could only do so much 

but he remembers these moments where he’s the only one not laughing at a reference 

so he begins his delve

he messages the (very lively) karasuno group chat asking for pop culture recommendations and he’s hit with an absolute flood of movies and shows

first the chat asks him what he has watched and it’s very, very little

an outrage starts -with every person yelling in all caps and nishinoya in particular spamming angry emojis- when he innocently admits he hasn’t watched harry potter

so that’s his first assignment: he gets through all eight movies in about 5 days and he’s slowly updating the boys after every movie

he says the first one seems innocent, lighthearted. look at these kids doing magic! oh but how the turn tables when he gets to movie 4… he’s rapid firing in the group chat asking how that could even happen! isn’t this supposed to be a kid’s movie ??

honestly the entire group chat starts live streaming the movies together because they figure why not?

kageyama’s straight crying during the last movie ;-; he never knew what hit him. the other boys would joke around too but ngl everyone’s crying during movie 8

he’s in awe of the franchise for a good week when he’s given another recommendation, and the routine continues like that. if its a series, he usually watches alone, but the group does occasionally come together to stream movies because those are quick to get through

kageyama really does his deep dive

he gets through game of thrones, attack on titan (he started it a while ago but just never had the time to finish), the walking dead, breaking bad, the simpsons, the office… the works

hinata also gives him your lie in april as a prank and it’s so MEAN. everyone calls kageyama when he just so happens to get to the last episode too 💀😭

he gets through classic movies too as per recommendations on instagram too. akaashi gives him goodfellas, parasite, bokuto gives him mean girls (LMAO), titanic, somehow tendou recommends silence of the lambs and kageyama sleeps a little unsettled that night PLS

mans makes it through so many disney movies with yamaguchi snd yachi lmao - hinata joins sometimes

whenever kags does something, he wants to do it well

he spends a lot of his free time over quarantine watching anything and everything and it doesn’t mean he’s sitting on his butt- he works out a lot while watching too- but he does get a lot of new information 

just something he didn’t have the time to do before

sakusa: youtube video essays

he can’t deny that quarantine was inconvenient

while the idea of catching a virus was the last thing on earth that he needed, he missed his life and he missed volleyball

like iwaizumi though, sakusa began to enjoy the comfort of his own home

his house was clean just like he wanted it, and he already did enjoy spending time alone

he found himself on youtube quite often

sakusa still needed something to stimulate him and videos did range in duration.. so that worked well for him

he’d be watching the youtubers he kept track of and just watching volleyball content in general

but one day a video essay pops up in his recommendations and he clicks on it without much thought

it was a video essay analyzing the pixar theory out of all things

sine how he gets really invested??? there’s so many videos with deeper analyses of shows and movies he’s watched somewhat passively ???

somehow he watches a video regarding the demonization of femininity in hollywood, and he thinks, ‘huh there is a certain continuity with that..”

suddenly all these channels of his brain are being opened within videos that span 30 minutes

then he sees an analysis of the musical score of harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban and sakusa -with no experience playing an instrument or music theory- listens intently to every single minute of it

he finds that he loves it

he kind of loves all of this food for thought and all of the new perspectives he’s gaining

he finds a video on biblically accurate angels ? who knew they weren’t cute little cherubs usually!

he finds an analysis of hell’s kitchen? it doesn’t matter if sakusa can do only the most basic cooking

somehow he’s absorbing anything and everything and expanding his mind

and all from the comfort of home :)

he also sends kageyama the video essays explaining the ending of certain movies he didn’t get (one of them was american psycho)

[volkswagonblues]

a lil guide to the Fire Nation for the ATLA fic writers out there

(aka. a no means exhaustive primer on east asia by an asian person)

This is a guide for fic writers want to write a canon-era story set in the Fire Nation, or featuring Fire Nation characters. A quick little primer on the tiny details of everyday life that you might not think about, but certainly stuff that would make me, an asian person, wince if I were to encounter it. BRUSHES, not quills. CHOPSTICKS, not forks. 

(note #1: this was partly inspired by a chat with @elilim​) 

(note: #2:  I originally intended it for zukka fic writers before realizing that other writers might find it useful. so apologies for a slight Zuko-bias for that reason)

(note #3: this is all stuff i was thinking about when writing firebender’s guide, in case anyone was wondering)

1. CLOTHING

Okay, I think the most straightforward way to describe what everyone’s wearing most of the time is “tunic”. They’re all just...tunics of different colours and varieties. Later when Zuko’s the Fire Lord he wears robes. The show provides a better visual guide than I could, here are a few notes to keep in mind:

a) Japanese people wear their collars LEFT crossed over RIGHT

I don’t think this would come up in writing as much as it would in art, but it’s considered bad luck to do it the wrong way because that’s only for dead people. Let my boy Zuko demonstrate:

b) There are no buttons

This is picky, but Wikipedia says “Functional buttons with buttonholes for fastening or closing clothes appeared first in Germany in the 13th century.[6] They soon became widespread with the rise of snug-fitting garments in 13th- and 14th-century Europe.” I kinda believe it. If you look closely, characters’ clothes are always tied together or wrapped in some way with a belt. If there are fasteners, they’re braided frog closures that go into a little loop, like the qipao-style dresses women wear in Ba Sing Se, or Zuko’s casual prince’s clothes in the topmost image. Anyways, I don’t think Zuko or Azula or the Gaang would technically button or unbutton anything when they’re changing clothes. Clothing is designed to be tied, not buttoned.

[so much more under cut]

c) This isn’t a real rule, but there’s something called koromogae, or the seasonal changing of clothing in Japan.

This is something I learned when I was writing firebender’s guide, and I just liked the fun detail about there being a strict calendar for when to wear something. I liked the idea of someone like Zuko, who actually spent most of his formative years outside of the Fire Nation, coming home and just suffering mutely through the summer heat because upper class etiquette says no changing into cooler clothes until August 15. 

From My Asakusa: 

And this website:

Generally, people change from thick, heavy, dark-coloured clothes for winter to thin, lighter, bright-coloured clothes for spring and summer. In traditional Japanese culture, particularly in formal settings such as tea ceremony, it is important to acknowledge the changes of seasons—in such circumstances, not only the patterns and colours of the kimono that are worn but also the utensils and furniture that are used are required to change. By changing their clothing, people notice and appreciate the change of seasons. [Japan Foundation]

Here are some visual guides from the official creators for clothes: (notice how it’s pretty much always left over right)

2.FOOD AND EATING

a) Traditional cuisine

It seems like the most common foods in canon are Fire Flakes and meat, to the point where poor Aang had to eat lettuce out of the garbage at some point.

HOWEVER, the Fire Nation seems to basically a big subtropical archipelago, so I would guess that seafood and rice are common. If you want to write about characters eating, a. quick google for “traditional japanese cuisine” would help you come up with a menu really quickly.

Wikipedia says:

The traditional cuisine of Japan, washoku (和食), lit. "Japanese eating" (or kappō (ja:割烹)), is based on rice with miso soup and other dishes; there is an emphasis on seasonal ingredients. Side dishes often consist of fish, pickled vegetables, and vegetables cooked in broth. Seafood is common, often grilled, but also served raw as sashimi or in sushi.

But before we get too serious, at one point the Gaang eats a “smoked sea slug” (Sokka’s Master) 

Oh ATLA, never stop being you.

b) Utensils

One thing to keep in mind is chopstick etiquette. Someone like Zuko or Toph, for instance, would have completely internalized all of these.

Another thing is that there are no glasses. Cups and bowls are made of ceramic or clay. Let the Gaang show you:

And another note: characters won’t eat “bread” in the European sense, ie. a baked lump of dough. Steamed buns, yes. Fried pancakes made from batter, yes. Flatbreads, okay I’ll give it a pass. Rice or noodles should be the most common carbs of choice.

3.ETIQUETTE

“In the homeland, we bow to our elders” - angry schoolmistress in The Headband.

Japan Guide has a list of etiquette rules for visiting Japan, which is interesting but not too necessary to read. In general, based on what The Headband tells us, Fire Nation characters would have been raised with a strong nationalist curriculum that values communal contribution over individualist expression. Even someone like Zuko, who openly rebels against that, probably couldn’t help but be affected by it. In general the Fire Nation seems to have an East Asian-ish set of values. It’s patriarchal, all the positions of authority are filled by men; there seems to be a strong emphasis on patriotism; there’s a sense of diffidence and respect towards one’s elders; and finally, there’s an emphasis on “knowing” one’s place in society and fitting into what’s expected of oneself.

I don’t really know how to describe it, but in China and Japan I sometimes feel like there’s rules for everything, and even people born and raised there acknowledge it could be stifling at times. You could go down a rabbit hole researching points of etiquette (for instance, rules on who has to sit where in group dinners...), but to me the most important thing is acknowledging that Fire Nation has a rigid system of etiquette, and also, they’re an imperialist power who’s pretty prejudiced against foreigners. Poor Aang/Kuzon gets called “mannerless colony slob” just for being slow on the bowing action (!!!)

(in firebender’s guide I had a lot of fun imagining the stupid microaggressions Ambassador Sokka has to face in the Fire Nation, so obviously I’m just biased)

4.WRITING AND DESKS

Characters would probably write on paper, with a calligraphy brush. Not quills or pens -- a brush. Technically, old Japanese and Chinese texts should be written top to bottom, right to left, but the show itself doesn’t do this, so I think you’re fine. 

One fun thing about traditional calligraphy is that you don’t use bottled ink. You have something called an ink stone, and then you grind your ink yourself by rubbing the ink stone in a special little dish with a bit of water. In my (very few) encounters with this stuff in the calligraphy lessons of my youth, the ink stones can be plain or have beautiful designs on the side. It looks something like this: 

ATLA is an East Asian-ish universe, so characters are likely to be kneeling at a table, not sitting. To demonstrate, here’s my boy Sokka doing his famous rainbow at Piandao’s:

and here’s the war chamber meeting when Zuko speaks out against a general’s plans to sacrifice some soldiers:

THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS: This is Zuko’s cute little setup when he’s writing his goodbye letter to Mai. In this case he’s writing in a chair and table. It’s possible that some furniture items, like a sitting desk and a bed in a bedframe (not a bedroll or futon) are special royal palace features. Normally in a private setting we see characters sitting on the ground or on a slightly elevated platform with a low table. Maybe Caldera is just different? Or rich people are just different: the Bei Fongs also have a sit-down dining table + chair setup.

(That little rectangular box is his ink dish!!)

5.A NOTE ON GENERAL CULTURE

It’s worth talking about a few general points of East Asian culture. I can’t claim to speak for ALL of Asia, and I don’t think I should. But I do think ATLA fic writers who want to set something in the Fire Nation should take a few moments to at least skim the wiki pages for filial piety and Nihonjinron (literally, "theories/discussions about the Japanese"). There’s a certain...vibe to...asianness... that I’m not sure I can explain without like, a doctorate degree in sociology. 

It’s a bit like gender, I guess. There’s no definitive checklist to what is a woman and what is a man, and we can argue that gender is performative, that it’s a construct, but at the end of the day gender is still (tragically) real in the sense that it still shapes people and affects how we walk and talk and dress and think. Nationality is the same. Obviously, the Fire Nation is a made up place in a made up show, but out of respect to the cultures that inspired it, I do think it’s worth familiarizing yourself with some of these cultures’ codes and values.

Also, ahem, if I can direct you to war crimes in the Japan’s colonial empire. Again, worth remembering that the Fire Nation was an imperalist colonizer too.

I might do a continuation of this post and talk through my more abstract takes about Fire Nation culture - Is Zuko an example of filial piety gone right or filial piety gone wrong? Why I think Zuko’s flashbacks are like, at least part teenage melodrama bullshit (the reason is son preference), how someone like Sokka might be treated once he’s openly Water Tribe in the Fire Nation (probably with racism...), specific aspects of asian homophobia and racism, etc. We’ll see.

This is not a definitive guide. Comments and critique welcome.

If you think there’s a factual mistake, PLEASE hop in my asks and let me know. I also think there’s a huge blind spot in ATLA for South and Southeast Asian representation, so I acknowledge that I can’t speak for all Asians, and there is no such thing as a “pan-asian” identity.

If there’s something else you’re curious about, I’m not a historian or anything, but I like research. Ask me and I’ll try to answer the best I can.

And oh, one last thing, this is how I do research when I wrote firebender’s guide, in case anyone’s interested in learning more (LINK)

[deathsmallcaps]

Kuspuk Week 2022, Day 5: In Korra’s Time! It’s the Kataang kids on Uncle Sokka’s “borrowed” Qamutiik. They’re totally NOT dangerously creating ice and pushing air behind them to get quickly across the water, before their parents realize they were out too long.

@mostly-mundane-atla Notes and the original pictures under the cut

I know Bumi’s supposed to be the chaotic brother and Tenzin the orderly one, but you can’t tell me Tenzin wouldn’t be a bit too young and proud of his bending to realize the risks. And since Kaya’s doing her own crazy thing (she’s smart, stubborn and strong, but again a bit young at this point to consider all the risks) Bumi is left to worry about his two little siblings.

Here’s the original calories with no editing. Like usual, their faces got a little messed up once I went from sketch to pen. *sigh*. Tenzin got arrows and wind swirls (?) for his designs, and some super bright orange stripes lol. Poor kid stands out a lot, but I think at this point he would just be so excited to look like his Dad. He also has short hair because (headcanon) he wants to be able to get tattooed easily at any point. Katara tries to get him to grow out, but no dice. Tenzin hasn’t quite mastered the warmth-breathing technique yet, and definitely can’t do it while doing another airbending move. So he’s happy to wear his kuspuk and other warm clothing. And wear his hood up.

This is what happens when I use flash lolol. At least you can see that Kaya really is wearing blue, and not just purple and pink lol. I tried to give her a looped braid, as well as two braids with beads streaming behind her. Kaya’s ribbons are water lines, crescent moon, and some awkward fish. She is very excited for follow in Katara’s footsteps, and become an even better healer. But right now, she may or may not be using her powers for personal gain, lol.

I liked the expressions in this one a lot better, but such is life. Bumi is wearing green unlike his siblings because as (another hc) a preteen, he’s probably trying to find balance and connect to both ends of his heritage. Since Blue+Yellow=Green, it’s his favorite color at the time. Also, I think this is definitely close enough to the war that people are still wary of showing outright connections with the Fire Nation casually, so he’d probably avoid red, dark orange, or a lot of black. His ribbons are either just boomerangs (because Uncle Sokka is obviously his hero) or a mix of boomerangs, air swirls and water lines. His hair is in a tail on top of his head because he’s been growing a wolf tail but doesn’t want to shave the rest off just yet.

Also look at his face lol :). “These little shits should NOT have been able to talk me into this, why oh why do they have powers, they’re too crazy.”

[monamourbladie-mb]

19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

——————

“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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skz and casual affection

Word Count: ~1300

Warning: none

Note: look at me posting after ranting about how i dont want to write on tumblr anymore lmao. this started because i saw a compilation of minho holding jisung’s waist and ran with it. hope y’all enjoy!!

Minho

Likes wrapping his arms around your middle or leaving his hands on your hip

You don’t even realize it because it’s so casual

You could be standing in line to get food and he’ll be behind you and he just hooks his fingers into the loops of your jeans

Or slips his hands into your front pockets

Or rests them on your waist without even saying anything

There’s no weird tickling or poking or anything, just…there

It’s very warm and cute because sometimes if your top rides up enough, he’ll stroke his thumb against your skin

He sometimes pulls you towards him but most of the time he’s the one who shuffles closer, which is why you don’t realize what he’s doing until you feel him against your back

Occasionally, you’ll look back and he’ll catch your eye and just give you a questioning look like “why are you looking at me???”

You just smile and turn back to face forward (and Minho smiles at you too, but you miss it every time)

Seungmin

Plays with your hair when you’re lying with your head on his lap

Always pats his thigh when he’s sitting on the couch and you enter the room so you know that you have a pillow ready for you

Even if you’re both on your phones in silence, he has one hand fiddling with your hair

Twirls it around his fingers or strokes your head like you’re a cat or something lol

If he’s focused enough, he’ll braids with your hair but most of the time it’s the same soft, consistent movement of his fingers on your scalp

Head scratches

You always end up drifting off because it feels nice

“Your head is heavy” “Push me off then”

He doesn’t because he likes the weight of your head on his lap but it’s not like he’s going to admit that out loud

Doesn’t like it when you sit up because his thigh is now cold but he does like how your hair is messy and he’ll fix it for you before letting you pull him off the couch

Changbin

Puts his hand on your knee/thigh very often

When he’s driving, he’ll have his hand wrapped around your thigh as you read whatever funny thing you found on social media out loud

No funny business though, he is Family Friendly

He wants to be touching you in some way but he knows you like scrolling through your phone so he leaves your hands free

If you’re out with friends, he’ll put his hand on your knee and rub circles with his thumb

Squeezes as reassurance or when you laugh really hard and he thinks it’s cute

Silently checks up on you by tapping his fingers on your kneecap

Will pull your leg onto his lap if you’re sitting on the couch together and leave his hand on your thigh

It’s nice because his hand is always warm

Pinches (gently) when you tease him about something and he wants to you stop but also finds it absolutely adorable

Felix

Pokes you with his chin!!

If you’re standing, then he’ll prop his chin over your shoulder and go “what are you doing?” in that high pitched voice of his

Most of the time, will watch what you’re doing in silence if you let him

Sometimes will nuzzle against your neck (and press kisses to your jaw!!)

If you’re sitting where he can drape himself over your back then he does just that, and uses your head as a chin-rest

Will make biting dinosaur noises just so his chin pokes your head

Very big on affection in general so if you don’t complain, he’ll definitely wrap his arms around you and latch on

When you’re standing/sitting side-by-side, he’ll use his chin and nudge your shoulder to grab your attention

Puts his chin on your shoulder and stares at you intensely until you tell him to stop

He says that it gives him The Best View

Hyunjin

His fingers somehow find their way to your ears (as weird as that sounds)

So he’ll throw his arm over your shoulder and instead of letting his hand dangle there, he’ll fiddle with your ear instead

Plays with your piercings by wiggling or flicking them if you have them

Rubs your earlobe between his fingers

It’s kind of soothing but you can’t describe it

You thought it was weird at first but he does it so often that you got used to it and just let him do what he wants

The first time it happened you were like “….what are you doing?” and Hyunjin was like “what are you talking about?” until he realized and stopped

Like the dude doesn’t even realize he’s doing it

His hands are pretty big but he’s very gentle even when he’s folding your ear in a million different ways

If he does something and thinks it feels funny, he’ll giggle, go “hey, hey, try this,” then grab your hand and guide it to do the same thing on his ear

Jeongin

A perceptive boy so he’ll notice when you’re getting sleepy and guide your head to rest on his shoulder

Your head naturally gravitates towards his shoulder anyway but if you’ve been sitting next to each other for a while and you haven’t, he’ll do it himself

Does it by cupping your chin and tapping your cheek until you get the message

Gives him an opportunity to put his arm around you

But he’ll only do that if you’re awake

Literally as still as a rock if you’re sleeping so he doesn’t wake you up

Likes the feeling of you so close to his side (especially when you wrap your arm around his and nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder)

Not so big on PDA so this is his way of having you close when you’re out with friends

You think it’s the best way to sneak cheek kisses though so the joke’s on him, lmao

He’ll never tell you, but he’ll kiss your hairline sometimes if you’re sleeping

Jisung

Likes hooking your ankles together

His ankles are bony but you like the feeling of being close in such a subtle way that you’ve gotten used to it

Will find some variation to do it no matter what you’re doing and where you are

In bed? Easy, just tangle your legs together

Sitting side-by-side? Even easier, his foot will wiggle its way between yours and he’ll slightly tug your leg towards him

This has led to a few accidents where you’ll stand up to go somewhere and nearly fall over because he’s holding your ankle hostage

Sitting across from each other? Will capture your ankle between his so it’s like you’re a sandwich of Jisung, you, Jisung, you

When he’s feeling goofy, will try to peel your socks off with his toes

It’s turned into a game over time (he’s winning but only because you forget it’s a thing)

Throws his leg over yours

Chan

Puts his arm around your shoulders

It’s reassurance to himself that you’re near and safe

And you like it very much because Chan has nice arms and the weight of it reminds you that he’s there

Very nonchalant about it most of the time

Pulls the cliché stretching move when you’re watching movies together and it always makes you laugh (and he really likes hearing you laugh so he does it a lot)

Hold his hand when his arm is around your shoulder and you’ve got a happy boy!!

Does a thing where he sniffs your head/rubs his nose against your head

Likes it when you lean against him in this position

Because he can put you in a very gentle headlock and do the sniffing thing

When you’re out shopping, you bet his arm is around your should 99% of the time (the last 1% is if you’re trying on clothes or at the register to pay but the moment you’re free again his arm is back where it belongs)

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Stop Playing Pt.3

Erik Killmonger X Reader 

Warnings : Cussing it get steamy Profanity Use of The N-word Possivness 

Author Notes: I Know I'm way behind in this story but I'm sorry I'm catching up now. I don't own anything but the plot and the last name.

Y/N was heated how dare he use her feelings against her who he does think he is. Y/N was now pacing in her towel throwing insults at Erik even though he wasn't present. Y/N decided she was gonna be bold and petty by wearing an outfit that she knows he hates. Y/N wore a brown chocolate two piece set that showed her slim figure and her gorgeous chocolate skin.The outfit was showing the top part of her breast a nice deep v cut and her skirt had a slit starting from mid thigh. Y/N then proceeded to put her smedium poetic braids in a half up half down look. Y/N looked in the mirror and she honestly couldn't believe how good she looked. Y/N other friend Monique was texting her to let her know she was outside. Y/N and Monique were more like sisters than friends.

“ Okkkkkkkkayyyyy Y/N i see you stepping on some necks tonight” Monique said hyping Y/N up. Monique was waiting on Y/N to come out of her shell and this was her perfect time to do it. “Well Erik been pushing me not to go to the party even using my feelings towards him so i said fuck it watch me go.” Y/N said making sure she got everything in her purse that included her taser, pepper spray, keys, and her pocket knife. 

“ Girl you are lying to me right now he did not” Monique says while looking at her in disbelief. Good thing they were at a red light because Monique couldn't believe what she was saying. “ That's crazy he needs his ass beat” Monique said while driving off from the red light. “ Girl like somebody is gonna be bold and touch Erik but I did call him a bitch”. Y/N said while pulling up her and Erik messages to show Monique. “ Y/NNNNN you didn't please tell- girl you're gonna get fucked up”. Monique said while pulling up to Aaron’s party. Monique then grabbed Y/N phone to see their messages and there it was clear as day the bitch word that dudes hate to call.

“ Y/N you better not let Erik catch you here he gonna fuck you up” Monique said Monique always been the one to see both sides. “ Girl I don’t care I’m not scared of Erik” Y/N says trying to be bold. “ Y/N we both know that that's a lie.” Monique said while looking straight at Y/N she understands her finally standing her ground but not this way. 

Everybody knew on campus that Erik is crazy and he definitely doesn't play when it comes to Y/N. Monique can only hope Erik or Y/N doesn't do anything wild tonight. “ Well okay you got me there but still he's not my dad nor my boyfriend he doesn't control me”. Y/N said  while trying to tell herself it's okay to have fun. “ You know I can take you back if you want.” Monique said getting ready to start the car.

“ NO I'm not about to waste an outfit especially while looking this good.” Y/N said while getting out of the car. While getting out of the car she already had eyes on her; they've never seen Y/N dressed like that. Monique on the other hand was wearing a nice bodycon dresses that showed off her curves if not her booty better. 

“ You ready to get wasted, Y/N”. Monique said, looping her arm with Y/N.

 “ Ready whenever you are Mo” Y/N said smiling ready to get her party on. It's been so long since she's been to a party and she was ready to have fun.

 --------- 1 Hour Later--------

It's been an hour since Y/N and Monique arrived at the party and Y/N was having the time of her life. So far she smoked 3 blunts with Monique and a few girls from Aarons crew. Y/N whispered to Monique saying she'll be right back.  

Y/N then got up and walked up to one of the coolers and grabbed her Mikes Hard Lemonade. She then spotted two bottles of Hennessy and grabbed one and filled her cup up.  

“ Damn Y/N i didn't know you could pop out like this.” Aaron said, eyeing Y/N up and down. Y/N didn't even notice Aaron was standing next to her.

“ I'll take that as a compliment then so thanks.” Y/N said, grabbing her drinks and trying to walk away from him. He then grabbed her arm to continue having a conversation with her.

“ Wait wait holdup what's the rush” Aaron said while still having her arm in his hands.

“ One can you let me go and second I have to get back to my friends.” Y/N said while trying to jerk her arm out of Aarons.  Y/N started to panic and look around to see if anybody she knew was by her.

“ Okay Okay I'll let you go but there's really no rush your friends can wait “ Aaron said while putting his arm around her waist. 

“ Please let me go. I want to go back to my friends.” Y/N said while trying to get away from him.

 Then she thinks in the back of her mind a move Erik showed her. Y/N then stomped her foot on his and headbutts his chin and ran off to back to her friends.

“ Yo Y/N wait up i just want to talk to you” Aaron said while trying to get up but fails 

Not knowing Corey and Kareem were a few steps away ready to intervene but see she got it covered but they were pulling out their phones to call Erik.

Meanwhile with Erik he was at his apartment rolling up some blunts while trying to study for the test on Monday morning. Yea Erik might be a nigga on the outside but what people that really don’t know him is that he’s a genius to the point that he’s riding a full term scholarship. 

While he was in the mist of lighting him up a blunt he gets a call from Corey.

“ Yooo wassup nigga” Erik said trying to scope out the background.

“ Man nigga you need to get down here fast this nigga Aaron try to pull at Y/N and creeped her out”. Corey said, trying to get out to the patio to give him the full scoop.

“ Nigga creeped her out how”. Erik said standing up while going to unlock his safe to grab his gun.

“ Nigga he spooked her to the point she headbutted him and stomped his foot” Corey said while watching over Y/N with Monique glad to see she safe.

“ Where is she at now”. Erik says, grabbing his keys to his Audi S7.

“ She is with Mo outside next to the pool.” Corey said, still observing the scene.

He then sees Aaron walk up to Y/N and Mo trying to get her attention. He then sees Aaron try to grab Y/N up from her seat when Monique got up and blocked him. Corey couldn't see what was said but knew all hell was about to break loose.

“ Erik you might wanna hurry up cuz this nigga in her face again trying to grab up on her” Corey said in rushed tone trying to get outside fast as possible.

“ Nigga I’m outside”. Was all Erik said before he ended the call.

Meanwhile with Y/N after the incident with Aaron. She ran to find Monique and quickly told her what had just happened. Monique sobered up real fast asking Y/N was she okay.

“ Honestly right now Mo I want to go see Erik”. Y/N said while trying to dry of her chest since he spilled on her when she headbutted Aaron.

“ I can take him to you if you want i do----”. Monique was cut off by Aaron approaching them.

“ Y/N what you did back there wasn't cool we need to talk”. Aaron said while trying to grab Y/N arm again but Monique stood his way.

“ Y/N doesn’t want and doesn't want to talk to you so you can just step” Monique says while taking her off heels to get more leverage.

“ Mind yo Business this is not between you” Aaron said while trying to step up to Monique.

“ Nigga she right there is nothing for you to say to Y/N but all i know is you better step out her face”. Corey said, walking in between them. Everybody on campus also knew anybody who ran with Erik was just as crazy as him. It also didn't help that Corey and Monique were dating.

“ Nigga I don’t have to do shit yall at my party so i can do anything i fucking want.” Aaron said, stepping up to Corey.

“ Nah nigga you don’t because that the case you gonna leave in a body bag” Erik says few steps from behind Aaron.

Erik looked at Aaron ready to kill but he was not gonna bring that side out in front of Y/N. 

“ Y/N come here let's go”. Erik said while moving past Aaron wanting him to do something so he can fuck him up. Y/N immediately stood up to go to Erik's side but was stopped by Aaron who grabbed her arm from behind Erik.

When both Erik and Y/N felt her jerk back they turned their heads to look at was keeping her back. Erik followed the line of sight to see that Aaron was holding her back. Erik then cocked his arm back and punched Aaron in his face hard enough to knock him out. 

While everybody was still in shock about what just happened Erik and Y/N were already in his car pulling off.

Erik looked over at Y/N and  grabbed her by her neck said.

“ I’m about to fuck you up i hope you can handle it”. Erik said. He then let her neck go and zoomed off into the direction of his apartment.

Please give me feedback let me know if you want part 4.

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Yandere!Heisenberg x Reader Pt 3

A/N: Since y’all demanded a plot that’s what you’ll get. Will it be good? No. I’ve never written anything with a plot in my entire life. Ever. Not even when I did Nanowrimo or whatever. I just bullshitted the whole thing. Like I’ll do with this fic. Y’all are going to have to remind me to update because I have the attention span of a goat. I’ll try to update this on Saturdays??? IDK at this point. ALSO, WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO POPULAR?????????? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NOTES THIS HAS ON AO3???? 69????SIXITY FUCKING NINE??? I HATE EVERYTHING MY LEGACY WILL BE READER CALLING HEISENBERG DOOFSCHMIRTZ I HATE EVRYTHING DSHFUGSADFJ

Synopsis: You have totally, %100, given up on escaping. Totally. You haven't been gathering supplies for one, final last hurray. Nope. Totally not. All you have to do is persuade Heisenberg of that so you can change your mind at the last minute. Y’all know the trigger warning for this series but if you don’t tw:kidnapping (implied)

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             You’ve made a breakthrough in your long-term plan of escapism. Even with the mini escape attempts that were really about exploring the factory and less about actually trying to get out, you hadn’t made a lot of progress: until now.

             Well, two, really… Okay, maybe 1 ½. Firstly, you found a sawed-off two-barrel shotgun. With ammo. In fact, there was a various amount of ammo around the factory, but no actual gun. Until now. The second discovery, which is nowhere near as useful, was a window. Which was probably 50 or more feet up from the ground. You didn’t get a chance to inspect it that much, considering as soon as you saw it and got a glimpse at the far-off ground, you had to run again from Lycans.

             Which gives you a basic idea of a way to escape. You knew where the ammo was, you knew where the gun was and had a route to the edge of the building, and hopefully could find stairs at the end of the hallway. Now all you had to do was find a time where you could be gone long enough to get a decent head start before, he notices you’re even gone. Even when he was in the workshop, he kept a close eye on you, keeping you in arms-length to the point where it taxed on both of your mental health.

             And even then, in that chair in the small room, you watch him work in the finer details on something the size of your head and torso. You try not to look at the phone in your lap, he doesn’t even know you have it, much less how great the reception is in the building. How did he not know about his old phone that was still working fine? Oh well, he doesn’t need to know you’re looking at memes and reading feel-good wolf-star fanfic on ao3.

             The best idea you had was to leave him while he was asleep, but there were two some issues with that: he clung to you like his life depended on it, your back to his chest and arms around you almost tight enough to keep you awake; it was dark as hell in the hallways of the factory as is, but it would be impossible to navigate safely with the lights; and the Lycans were most active outside at night, which was where you were trying to go. They’ve tried to eat you before as they show no discrimination on food.

             The only way to get a good enough head start would be to leave while he didn’t notice you were gone, and wouldn’t notice for a long, long time. And that when it hit you. The only time he ever left you by yourself was when he had to deal with the other three lords. And while he left you in that basement that you originally woke up in, you had memorized your way out and found that going up five flights of stairs took you to that faithful widow.

             Would you have enough time to explore and look for an actual exit/entrance, or should you play it safe and find a way to go out that window. You wanted to laugh to yourself, you’d never think that going down a 50ft plus drop would be considered safe, but here you were, kidnapped and held hostage by one of the people your late grandmother warned you not to associate with, or even go near. The letter you received directly quoted “the four lords and their mother, Mother Miranda, are not to be approached or associated with at any costs. You’ll know them when you see them, they smell like death and money. See them and run.”

             You can’t help but find that ironic, considering that you did try to run, heeded her warning, and still faced the consequences that were far worse than she had warned you about. You regretted coming here, to this small village, when you first arrived: no friends, and even those you tried to approach held you to her standard and expected them to be just like her. You were far from her kind and optimistic nature (at least that’s what you heard of her; you hadn’t even known of her whereabouts until she was dead).

             Even the duke, who had helped smuggle you into the village, didn’t seem fond of you. It was a shame, you tried so hard to impress him. But he saw you to a point where you could easily reach her old cottage without having too many issues, turned his cart around, and left without a good-bye. It bothered you to no end that your only companion for about a year or so was an elderly outside cat and the creaking noises the walls made at night.

             And then the cat died and not even a week later you got kidnapped. You never considered yourself lucky, but damn if that wasn’t the worst streak of luck you’ve had in a long time.

             You pretend to turn a page in your book and scroll through your Instagram feed, seeing friends having fun at the beach, or studying at the library, or your old best friend taking selfies in provocative clothing to your ex-boyfriend. Did she forget he cheated on you? She wasn’t always the smartest, but she brought that heartbreak upon herself. You see a photo of your mom, she had posted a picture of a black and white photo of her with her mom, you’re guessing, you have no idea who that old woman is.

             This is the last photo I had with my mom before she died. We lost contact after I moved out. I wish we parted on better terms, Nana.

             She’s in a prairie dress, holding an ancient-looking key in one hand, and the other wrapped around her mom, a middle-aged woman with long hair in two braids and a face that had too many stress wrinkles. You guess your mom was as bad as you were in college. The background looks dreary. You would have guessed it to be the quality of the photo if you hadn’t recognized the house behind them as the house you lived in used to live in.

             The loops on the handle of the key look familiar. You spread your fingers apart to zoom in and see the blurry engravings on the side. It was the payment you gave to sneak into the village. You thought it was a worthless family heirloom at most and found it strange that he had even found interest in the key, or even valued it deeper than money in general. Maybe this photo or other photos of you and your family would help out.

             Why is that key suddenly piquing your interest? Were you that bored, as to sit there and think about a key that was at least twice your age? A key that you didn’t even have. You needed a hobby besides escapism and rejecting your captor’s sexual advances. You look up at him again, only to find him leaning against the desk, hat off and sunglass placed on his forehead, his gaze on you. It wasn’t his normal piercing one, that studied you and calculated your every move, but soft and lazy. His current gaze was dreamy; he was daydreaming about you. You found that equally undaring s it was unnerving.

             “Karl.”

             “Yes, Sweetiepea?” Honestly, what the fuck.

             “Firstly, why are you staring at me like that? Secondly, that is the most disgusting way to use that pet name. I need to take a shower after you called me that.”

             He chuckles light-heartedly. Even his softer more genuine, happy chuckles are booming and loud. “Okay… Sugarplum!” And he busts out laughing.

             Clearly dodging the first question and focusing on the second. You can’t believe you gave him ammo for his annoying-you-gun. And you thought you’d grown immune to most of his… less-savory traits. Were you growing used to him? Next thing you know you’re going to like him and develop Stockholm syndrome!

             “You’re a shit head, hobo magneto…” You turn your head away and let your hair cover half your face so he can’t see you smile. You’ll miss him when you escape and get the duke to smuggle you back to your home in Bucharest. But only a little. Just because calling Heisenberg these names are funny.

             “Why don’t you call me by my name, I know you know it.”

             “You sure about that?” You quip back.

             “You’ve lived with me for at least two months now!”

             “Hm…. I think I know your name! It’s uh…” You are totally faking not knowing his name. “It’s… Heidi Carlson? Yeah, that sounds about right!”

             “It’s Karl Heisenberg!”

             “Quit being so silly, Heidi! Maybe it’s nap-time!” This was a little too fun.

             He looks back at his project for a moment and genuinely considers it. “I know you’re being antagonistic but you’re probably right.” And with that, he walks towards you and goes to scoop you up. You have to shut your book quickly in order for him not to notice the phone in between its pages before you let him pick you up.

             He immediately notices that. “Are… Are you sick?”

             “No! Of course not!” Because you genuinely aren’t sick, and he’s already up in your business as-is, you don’t need him dotting on you because he thinks you’re sick or something. You’ll go fucking crazy.

             “You’ve put in zero effort into anything remotely physical since your last little failed escape attempt.” He gave it a little bit of thought. “You’ve given up, haven’t you, and you’re just depressed about it aren’t you?”

             You want to say no, you really do, but if Heisenberg thinks you’ve given up on escaping, perhaps it’ll give you enough space to plan the big one. The reverse heist so to speak. “No- I… okay maybe I have but I still don’t like you.

             He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl. Now let’s get us that well-deserved nap.”

             You plug your nose and turn away as a joke. “You’ve gotta take a bath first, you smell like oil and sweat.” You don’t fight it, because you have to play the part, but you still have to act a little bit like yourself.

             “Okay, fine doll, but don’t think you’ve escaped my barrage of affection, because as soon as I get out of the shower-“

             You bonk him. And he looks at you so confused before he smiles and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You try to hold the bile back in your mouth and lean forward and peck his lips before leaning back. You failed at trying to not visibly gag.

             “Ew… I can’t believe I just kissed you.”

             “Well, I guess someone caught feelings… Didn’t they?”

[drcalmreid]

books and braids - s.r.

pairing: fem reader x spencer reid

summary: angst/fluff — spencer asks you to braid his hair to relax after a rough week

content warning: brief mention of a male unsub and his victims! (tw: death, kidnapping, cutting hair, female victims)

word count: 1.7k

authors notes: I don’t even know what this is...I just couldn’t stop thinking about how cute Spence would look in braids, anyway enjoy xxx 

gif credit: @zhuzhubii​

YOUR POV

My thumbs run over the edges of my book as I flip the page, stretching out my legs across the length of the couch. I lift my eyes from the pages of The Alchemist and look at Spencer. He’s propped up against the armrest of the large leather chair he’s sat in, with his fingers scanning the pages and his left palm cupping his cheek. I close my book and toss it on the couch next to me, I slouch down on the couch and toss my braided hair over my shoulder. Pressing my cheek against the pillows and lose myself in looking at him. The soft glow of his reading lamp lights up his small apartment, bouncing off the endless bookshelves and olive green walls. The sun has set since we both started reading hours ago, just the two of us in his apartment enjoying one another's company after a rough case the day before. After being together for a while, I have been able to pick up on his cues when he’s hurt and wants his space versus when he’s hurting and needs comforting...but this time, I have no clue what he needs.

“In most cultures it’s considered impolite to stare,” Spencer says without breaking his gaze away from his book.

“Mmm,” I hum sitting up on the couch to look at him even more. “Actually, staring has been proven to be a sign of attraction in modern society.”

“Is that so?” Spencer chuckles and closes his book, placing it on the side table next to his chair. I nod at him and bring my legs up to my chest crossing them to sit cross-legged on the leather sofa. He stands from his chair and takes a few steps towards me, before kneeling in front of the couch. Spencer rests his arms on my lap and looks up at me, “hi,” he whispers after a while.

“Hi,” I reply back and take a free hand to run it through his curls. Spencer instinctively leans into my touch and his eyes flutter shut. My hands continue to run though his hair and I gently scratch his scalp. After a moment or two, Spencer opens his eyes again and crawls onto the couch, practically on top of me. I guess he needs comforting, I think to myself and I lay down on the couch and Spencer presses his chest against mine gently collapsing into me. He rests his head against my shoulder, his lips inches from my neck and I wrap my legs around his. He hums contently as his arms loop around my body, bringing us even closer than before. My left hand goes back to his head and runs my fingers through his hair, while my right traces patterns on his back.

“Spence,” I mumble quietly. He hums in response so I know he hasn’t fallen asleep and I continue, “are you okay? You didn’t talk much when you came home yesterday and we barely talked today, if you don’t want to that’s fine. I just-“ I sigh and raise my hand from his back and run careful fingers over his exposed cheek. “I just don’t want you to think you can’t talk to me.”

“I know,” he says, turning his face to rest his chin on my chest, his eyes opening slightly to peer up at me. He smiles gently before laying his head back down, “thank you...it isn’t that I don’t want to talk about it, I just can’t right now.”

“Oh,” I sigh and return his gentle smile. I look down at him fondly and continue to comb out his hair.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to overthink anything...it’s not your fault. I just can’t bring myself to discuss it yet...the case was really bad, (y/n).”

I nod and press a kiss to his forehead. His eyes close in response and he grins to himself. Spencer has never been one for attention or physical affection, but over time, somehow he’s grown to be the more clingy and physical one. He even surprised his team when he willingly kissed me in front of them, because he said I was “just different”.

“Can I ask you something?” Spencer says and draws me out from my own thoughts.

“Of course,” I smile.

“Can you,” he hesitates and turns his face away from my chest, leaning up on his elbows to look at me in the eyes. My hand drops from his hair and cups his cheek, he presses a kiss into my palm before finishing, “braid my hair? No—sorry that was stupid, I don’t know why I-“

“Spencer,” I cut into his flustered stuttering. “Do you want two braids or one?” His smile grows to an impossibly large size and his eyes crinkle up at the corners.

“Surprise me.”

—

“How did you learn how to do this?” Spencer asks looking at me through the reflection of the mirror. I’m sitting on the edge of his bed, Spencer between my legs, his back flushed up against the box spring.

“Braid hair?” I ask and he nods, “well, I always knew how to do basic braids because of my mom, but I taught myself how to French braid due to lots of YouTube videos.”

Spencer smiles at me through the mirror and his eyes fix on my fingers in his hair. Twisting the pieces over one another, slowly adding smaller sections I complete my small French braid at the top of Spencer’s hair. Two tightly woven braids lay on the top of his scalp, leaving his curls below loose and free in a half up-half down style. I pull out some pieces from the front of his braids to frame his face and I look fondly at him. He’s beautiful.

“You look so handsome Spence,” I smile and run my fingers up through the bottom of his unbraided hair. A blush creeps onto Spencer’s cheeks and he tries to hide it by peering his face away and into his hands. “Hey,” I pull his hands down, still watching him through the reflection. “I mean it, you look...hot”

“No-” Spencer starts to protest, his blush deepening.

“Yes you do...you look hot, but also kind of beautiful at the same time,” I giggle and Spencer does too. He rises from the ground in one steady movement and stands between my legs. He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.

“Thank you,” he says and kisses my nose before standing back up. His large hands cup my face and his eyes scan over my every feature.

“Do you like them—the braids?” I ask.

“I love them,” he smiles and drops a hand from my cheek to grab the ends of my hair. “We match.”

We both chuckle at his corniness, but my heart flutters at the thought of Spencer, Dr. Genius, wanting to have matching hair with his girlfriend….who would have thought?

“Yknow,” Spencer clears his throat with a small cough. “The case…”

I patt the side of the bed next to me and Spencer takes my cue and sits. He fiddles with his fingers and won’t look at me.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” I say breaking the silence and placing my hands over his restless ones. Spencer nods, but continues.

“The unsub was killing women with long hair, he would cut it and keep boxes upon boxes of their hair. He made wigs out of the hair, long straight ones. One victim, she looked like you…” Spencer hesitates and looks up to meet my eyeline. I nod my head to tell him it’s okay to keep going. “She had the same hair color, eye color, everything...my heart stopped when I saw her photo. For a second, I thought ‘that’s (y/n)’.”

This breaks him….Spencer sniffles as a steady stream of tears rolls down his cheeks. I move back on the bed and pull him with me. Instinctively, Spencer follows and cuddles into my side as I run my hands over his back. A sob rattles his chest and Spencer cries into my side.

“Shhh,” I coo and squeeze him tight. “I’m here. I’m fine.”

“I know, I just—I’m sorry”

“Spencer, you never have to apologize to me for this stuff...ever.”

Spencer shakes his head and buries his face again in my side. Silence falls between us again aside from Spencer’s soft cries. My hands continue to move up and down his back trying my best to comfort him. I just know I have to be there for him.

“Yknow,” I say, cutting into the silence. “I could teach you how to braid my hair….it’s not hard and I’m pretty sure that big ol’ brain of yours can handle it.” I whisper, placing a kiss on the top of his head, right onto the braids in his perfect hair. Spencer pulls away from me and his reddened eyes crinkle up as his smile widens

“You can teach me?” He asks sitting up on the bed looking back at me.

“Yes, I’m pretty sure this is the only thing I’ll be able to teach you, Spence—”

“No,” Spencer cuts me off and sits cross-legged on the bed facing me. “You’ve taught me so much (y/n). More than you know. I know how to love again because of you...I knew when I saw that victim on the board I had to tell you I loved you because I didn’t want it to be too late...I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Spencer.” I smile and Spencer presses his lips to mine. “So these braids…I think we should start with the basics first.”

“Mmm,” Spencer nods, acting overly enthusiastic. “I think that’s the perfect place to start, Professor (y/n).”

—

well, its official, I can't stop writing about Spencer ...and I may or may not be writing another as y'all read this... ;) requests are open!

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[queen0fm0nsterz]

I wonder if Scarecrow girl regret pushing away someone that she initially disliked? Given one of the meanings for scarecrow in dreams is wanting to correct negative decisions and realizing the good qualities in a person you dislike?

(give this post a read for context!)

MASTERPOST

Ok, I'm going to use this question to answer a few of the Ladies related questions I got. Thanks to all of you for the positive feedback on that theory, I really appreciated it!

Starting with you, anon.

1) About Scarecrow

You know, after making a full analysis on the Ladies and getting a good look at each one of their rooms, both in the Residence and in the Nest, I think I agree.

The question now would be, who was she pushing away?

An obvious answer would be (her) Mono. As I previously established: a Lady of the Maw cannot exist unless a Thin Man creates her and a Thin Man cannot exist unless he's betrayed by said Lady. Maybe she regrets leaving him to his fate? The Eye paintings are quite prominent in her section.

Or, this could be referring to the other girl.

I theorized that Scarecrow may have had a sister who ruled the Maw alongside her. Not only that, it might have been one of the others as well.

The candidates to fit this role would be Tengu and Teapot. I lean more on the latter.

Tengu is tecnically the second in line, following the order we previously reconstructed, yet I also mentioned that she and Scarecrow may have been interchangable because you can choose to retrieve them in either order. They're the only ones to which this rule applies; Fox will always be first and Teapot will always be last. Plus, Scarecrow's pedestal is taller than Tengu's, effectively making her the second.

Another thing I think is worth mentioning is that, in the way to reach Teapot, we have to pass over the two armchairs. Reminiscent of when Teapot had to sneak past the sisters, perhaps?

Then, when we do get Teapot, to leave the room we have to once again sneak past Tengu (albeit it's her false persona).

Lastly, I wanted to mention that Red and Blue have always been opposites. It would make sense for Scarecrow to dislike Tengu, especially considering how drastically different they behave. For example, while Scarecrow prefers to hide away from the monsters and ignore them, Tengu actively engages with them and pretends to be a monster herself. I could easily see the Lady in Blue be either disgusted or irritated by this way of handling things.

On the other hand, we have our other candidate, Teapot. I do believe it's less likely, but pictures of one of the girls in the paintings (the one with long braided hair) are seen in her area.

Of course, it's also possible that Scarecrow's possible sister is not one of the other Ladies and was someone else entirely.

This lowkey got me thinking though.

If the "Lady & Thin Man coexistence theory" (yes we're naming it lads), is true, then this means that, if there were two Ladies governing the Maw at the same time, then the number of Thin Men wouldn't line up... because one Mono accompanied two Ladies. Consequentially, our Mono would be the fifth Thin Man and not the sixth, and the number 6 on the Thin Man's door was indeed referring to the number of Ladies.

Now I can't help but wonder how such an event would go down. My guess would be that the Thin Man of the time only took one of the girls (maybe only one of them was wearing the yellow raincoat?), awakening her Hunger which would then lead her to become the Lady while her sister helplessly watches and follows.

Mh. I have to think this one through. The concept is really interesting though.

2) About Fox (and Six)

" I wonder if Fox Mask Girl met a gruesome end for being too kind? Given that kindness will guarantee suffering with certain death in the little nightmares world so it won't be too farfetched that she got killed by someone that she offered kindness to. " - anon

" You know given how Fox mask Lady was able to have children be comfortable in her presence and how she likely died a gruesome death, maybe she was the type to continue on being kind and caring despite what she experienced as a kid and becoming the Lady of Maw? Her horrible death is definitely her being punished for still being kind since the world of little nightmares is where kindness will make you suffer and guarantee certain death. " - anon

I do think she met her demise as a consequence of her gentle nature. But in her defense; if the order is correct, then she was the first Lady ever. Maybe she wasn't aware of the cycle/loop. I'm pretty sure she died at the hands of her successor after trying to offer her kindness and shelter.

(Another thing to think about: the rip on her statue kind of looks like a bite.)

People who try to be kind always get the worst possible outcomes in the Little Nightmares universe. Once again, that famous achievement expresses the core belief behind this world: "Kindness will be your undoing!"

And talking about achievements... the other day I was on the wiki reading the achievement list - as one does - and something caught my eye.

Little fox.

In the achievements, Six is referred as a couple of small animals that relate to her in some way. For example, she's called a "little canary" or a "sneaky rat". Both connections are obvious: the canary is a bird with bright yellow feathers and rats are considered vermins - which is how Six is seen by the monsters.

This only draws more paralleles between Six and Fox, who have been stated to be quite similar in many ways.

3) Additional Color White Meaning - Teapot

@pidgeapodge

That is absolutely correct! Then again, this begs the question: who or what could the Lady in White be mourning?

Again, maybe (her) Mono? Or perhaps she's mourning her own lost freedom?

Out of all the Ladies, current one included, Teapot really seems to be the most depressed about the whole situation. It's really heartbreaking considering how her coding made her out to be an innocent, pure hearted, happy go lucky soul.

4) About Scarecrow's and Teapot's masks.

@doragonlw

Thank you so much for the kind words!

So, personally I do think they kept wearing their masks, even if they're a little peculiar.

You have to keep in mind that people wearing masks is kind of the whole "brand" of the Maw.

When Six gets there every single employee and even some of the guests are wearing masks, with the only exception being the Granny. Then again, the Granny is a contractor, not an employee. She kinda does what she wants and no one can really stop her, which is really funny in my eyes.

Plus, Scarecrow is not the only one we see wearing a sack on her head. We have the Hunter as well! So I wouldn't say it's that uncommon.

Teapot's choice of mask is way more goofy, bc let's be honest. An extremely powerful force of darkness going around with a teapot on her head? But then again, it lines up with her innocent nature.

It's a stark contrast with the current Lady, who is so refined and came right after Teapot.

5) Lady Six design? An headcanon, I guess!

@agandcw20

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!

I actually may have to correct you on one thing before we go though: if the girl in this portrait in the Lady's quarters is infact a younger Lady, then it's safe to assume all Ladies before her wore a yellow raincoat as well.

Perhaps that's their signature clothing, like Mono's paper bag. Paperbag and yellow raincoat, always together.

Moving on!

Yes, I do agree on Six's kimono being yellow. A darker shade of the Lemon color - like how the Lady's kimono was a darker shade of Tangerine - would be PERFECT. Lemon is usually associated with Awareness, Enlightenment and Alertness, which I think would fit Lady Six. She finally realizes how things work in this world and how she was just a pawn into the Eye's plan all along.

As for the mask, I actually thought about it for a while. I don't think it would be the same as the Lady's, because they're really different from each other, but I still think it would have something to do with Noh masks.

Personally, I settled on the Ja mask. It's badass and scary, something I think Six would definetely wear.

(Btw, I tried searching for what Noh mask could be associated with the Lady's. I found several, but the Fushikizō may be the best candidate.)

6) Same person from different dimentions?

" Random thought but what if the ladies and Six actually exist similar to the movie "Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse", where they are actually a different version of The Lady brought into Mono's dimension to continue the cycle? Some of the masks seem to hint the presence of other worlds, AND Six's connections to previous mask owners. Six herself is also hinted to be from a different world as well, as she is labelled to be "awaking in a world she cannot recognize" " - massive brain anon

OK BUT THIS ACTUALLY MAKES A LOT OF SENSE???

And this actually explains why Mono and the Thin Man would be drawn to her! It's still his friend, but a different version of her! Especially after we've established how the human children are all lured from other dimensions in the LN universe... Wow. Good thinking, anon. This way, the selection of the next Lady is not casual and actually makes sense all things considered.