#I will personally protect you 5ever

[anguishmacgyver]

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day one: daddy kink

>>> welcome to the start of kinktober 2023 with ya girl, kylee. i'm so excited to participate this year, with the following that i have, the friends i've made, and the stories we've all worked on so far. i'm so proud of every writer putting in that work this month!

>>> starring: kento nanami x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: daddy kink-obviously-breeding kink, choking, clit stimulation, marking/ biting mention. creampie, nanami is such a whipped man it's borderline concerning, luv him 5ever >>>wc: 1.6k >>> event masterlist

the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, making you gasp out and struggle for breath. or it was due to the thick hand wrapped around your neck, strong and steady against your jumping pulse. he wasn’t like this often, so pent up with need and frustration that kento can’t help but rut into you like he was told he’d never get the chance to again.  his tanned chest heaves with breath, beads of sweat running in and out of the divots of his body. he looks so stunning like this, the honey blond tresses that you love to tug on so much sprawl in every direction, brown eyes zeroed in on every tick of your brow or ‘o’ of your mouth. his gaze was intense, and even if you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. not with his hand on your throat and every ounce of passion in his body driving into your cunt as hard as he can slam in. 

“you take me so well, darling.” he coos, pulling his hand from your neck in favor of pushing your thighs to your chest. he wanted to get a better angle, smiling to himself with a genuine pride as he watches your pretty pink hole swallow his fat cock, silken walls squeezing down on his lengthy shaft everytime it kisses your womb. he can’t help but draw well-timed circles across your clit, relishing the sweet gasps and moans you cry out with. your hands claw at his shoulders to demand him closer to you, and he hisses pleasantly at the sensation. 

“it’s ‘cause you’re made for me, daddy.” you whimper sweetly in his ear, and he’s almost embarrassed at how your saccharine whisper makes his dick jump, his brutal strokes stuttering a bit. your nails dig into his skin and your pussy clenches down on him again as you say it, and he kicks his pace up impossibly faster. his cock is perfect, hitting every spot just right, his girth stretching you every time, usually abusing your cervix like it is now. 

it was no secret he loved that name. loved it to such an extent that you called him that more often than his real name or any other pet name one would traditionally use for their husband–and it started way before you tied the knot. kento nanami hadn’t ever particularly felt special before in his entire life. not even amongst sorcerers. he thought his cursed technique was decent at best, and hated seeing talented sorcerers like satoru gojo walk around without a care in the world. nanami never felt like he had a role in life, settling to just live and work his life away. he would go home and watch shows or cook or maybe get into music–something mindless and low effort. maybe one day he would meet some average lady, probably at a market or bookstore if he had to say. then he would marry that girl and be happy enough. maybe even have a couple of kids while he works at that same job and does his best to stay out of trouble no matter the part of his rebel soul that desires to be known, to be important–necessary. 

so when he met you, the very personification of trouble, by happenstance, he knew his worldview had changed. you were a light he had never seen before, exquisite beauty paired with a bewitching personality and dangerous wit, he was in love with you before he had gotten your name. it was so utterly unlike him, such a logician and pessimist. he didn’t even know how you had wandered in, this location was veiled to non-sorcerers, but kento knew by the looks of you that you weren’t supposed to be there. so he’s surprised when he finds himself protecting you, knowing such a little thing like yourself had somehow bypassed the veil had him worried about you, and as much as he tried to tell himself he would be this concerned for any regular citizen that had wandered into a cursed trap, he knows it’s because he wants to be your hero, and he wants to matter in your story, maybe even become part of it himself. and you’re sweet. so darling he can’t even comprehend how quickly he’s become entranced by you. you talk to him through the entire mission, unable to see the cursed spirits yourself, you can only follow the tall man’s instructions, and clap whenever he waved you back to his side and straightened his patterned tie. 

he thought it was adorable, and even though you had no idea what he was doing, quite literally watching him slash through air with nothing but the foreboding sense of evil confirming the things the man named kento nanami told you about citizens and sorcerers and cursed energy and spirits. you praised him after, thanking him for keeping you safe. you bat your eyelashes at him, the affection in your eyes hard to miss. it was as if you thought the world of him, and it put a paralyzing grip on his heart. he had to see you again, and luckily you tucked your phone into the palm of his hand and smiled that same sun-moon-and-stars smile at him before he summoned the courage to ask for it himself. he programs his contact into your phone, but just the number. he hands it back to you, still on the contact page. you giggle and under the guise of flirtatious joking, put him in as ‘baby daddy.’ 

yeah, you were certainly a bundle of trouble. but kento took pleasure in undoing you layer by layer, getting to know you and growing his love for you day by day. the ‘joke’ of calling him daddy became a very real theme inside and outside the bedroom–only paused when in public. he finally had a role in life, the way you shower him in affection and lull that name off your lips is enough to make him feel whole, like every transgression he had experienced up to this point was a destination on the journey to be your perfect man, someone you put all your trust and love into. he felt like the most important man in the world, being by your side was the greatest reward a man like him could ask for. he had more than he had hoped for, but there was still a few goals left on his list, like seeing himself become your real baby daddy. 

with the way your tits bounce as he fucks into you, cunt squelching and leaking all over the sheets, he thinks this is the perfect time to really try. your sultry babblings of his name prickle goosebumps into his flesh–either that or it’s from your nails raking over his chest to pinch his overly sensitive nipples. his cock twitches against your spongy spot again, and a loud moan tears from your throat. he doesn’t repress the grunt that comes in response, nodding his head to the words that had been on repeat since you said them. “it’s ‘cause you’re made for me, daddy.” 

“that’s my girl, are you ready to be my little baby mama? tell daddy what you want, angel.” he says, withdrawing from your gripping walls  and slamming back in so hard your vision danced with colored orbs, mouth unable to form the words you so desperately wanted to say to him. you nod, feeling trails of saliva slide down your chin, drooling as he brutalizes your cunt. “use your words, darling, daddy needs to hear what you need.” 

“i’m ready daddy, please–god, wanna make you a daddy for real, i’ll give you the prettiest family, i swear!” you cry, the rate at which you spasm around him and claw at his chest tells him that you’re gonna cum again, for maybe the fifth time tonight. you’re so lewd; the sounds you make and the pretty white ring being smeared around by your pussy lips swallowing the adornement back up again and the way your doll-like hands fondle your tits all combining perilously to tip him over the edge.

“i know you are, love. i know, i’ll make sure of it, you know daddy’s got you.” he coos, planting his lips along your neck, going back over dark bruises and teeth marks from the night of passion. then  his balls tighten and his release spurts into you in long bursts, and he feels your pussy throbs and let a stream of cum spray from your cunt, coating his abs in more of your essence then he had ever had the pleasure of before. his smile is wolf-like, his cock still plugging you full. he wants to take you up on it, breeding you to be your baby daddy once and for all. you’re fucked out of your mind, legs twitching with pleasure as you continue to whine and catch your breath. he watches you, everything about your post-orgasm glow making his heart swell as always. you were effortlessly perfect, it was maddening. 

he keeps your hole stopped up until his dick softens, and even then he’s pulling your panties back up, kissing your clit over the bundle. he quickly cleans his stomach up and changes the sheets around you, picking you up when need be. he’s still grinning ear to ear from making you cum like that, so many times and so violently. you’re absolute mush, and because he’s such a good daddy, he’ll spend the rest of the night taking care of his baby girl.

[chernikastan]

You know, this one particular phrase from Gou in episode 133 bothered me when I first watched the ep and it still bothers me a lot, even though I think I know why it's there now:

Hi hello I'm back with a textwall about Gou lmao. So yeah, what bothered me about this line in particular was that it came pretty much out of nowhere. Even worse, his character arc throughout the whole show had been him learning to let others in and letting them help him instead of going on ego trips all the time. So for 100+ episodes we have this slow and imo great build up to Gou learning exactly that. To communicate with his Pokémon and people, to work together with them instead of denying help because he had always been on his own when younger. Then suddenly this sentence is meant to be a new and important realisation of his and leads to a sudden 180 arc in the last few episodes of him lamenting being too reliant on Satoshi and others in general. And that's why he has to travel on his own now. You know, if there had been clear build up to that, I wouldn't have minded that conclusion at all. People first being reluctant to trust anyone and then clinging too much to someone to a point where they're scared of doing anything if they're not around is a very real thing and a nice idea for a character arc. But the issue here is that the "too dependent" sentiment suddenly happened in the last four episode of the series, with no signs whatsoever beforehand that he was over relying on his Pokémon or Satoshi. Quite the opposite, he's always been perfectly fine with doing things on his own. It's noticeable that he was still worried about having to work with others without Satoshi around, but the entire Project Mew arc took care of that. As for the Pokémon, he's often taken the role of the person the Pokémon rely on too, an obvious example being Grookey. The very episode he says this and its follow up even focus on Grookey taking the role of the protector instead of the protected for once. Also whenever Gou does rely on his Pokémon, it's in situations where he obviously would have to, unless he thinks he's a prick for having his physically stronger Cinderace battle a Pokémon instead of him himself throwing fists with idk, Mewtwo lol.

So even though him saying he's spooked of travelling alone and being too scared to tell Satoshi directly while Satoshi comforts him is a cute scene in the end, it is also a decision on Gou's end that didn't have any build up. Him saying in the episode prior that he chose this because he'd rely on Satoshi too much didn't have any build up.

Anipoke is no stranger to throwing in jarring decisions at the end to justify the existence of the next series, Game Shark user Tobias from DPP being probably the most obvious and famous example of that. But, correct me if I'm mistaken, it's never harmed an individual character's writing that much. Heck, it's never harmed a relationship between two characters as much. Satoshi and Gou had been built up as these best friends 5ever who slowly become closer and closer throughout the series. Gou says in the second to last episode that he thinks Satoshi would totally just tell him to go for it, to do the solo journey if he feels like it. It's exactly what he said too, so Gou certainly understands his buddy by now. However, this scene would have been the perfect opportunity to have Satoshi be called out on his niceness there, because sure he's a nice and supportive dude. But we know that he enjoys hanging out with Gou. We know that he misses him when he's not around. Heck, we see in the last episode, when they seperate, that he's not exactly happy to part ways with his friend. He completely puts Gou's sudden desire to travel by himself over his own desire to keep being around his friend. As if there's some outside force that forces them to separate against their will. As if they didn't have a choice but to go separate ways because what they wanted to do was impossible with the other around. But in the epilogue (and MPM) they literally do the same things they did together the 100+ episodes prior, so there clearly was no narrative reason for this.

So with all that said. Sorry for the longass text lol, I was thinking about just throwing this into my Satogou essay, but I don't think it really fits there so here we go. SO WITH ALL THAT SAID I think MPM's existence, the way the series goes, the knowledge of what the last episode seems to be about, the knowledge of the change of executive producer between JN and MPM and Yuyama's Animedia interview about MPM, I think the reason for the sudden change in character makes sense. Hear out my super kewl theory

The Yuyama interview makes it sound quite clear that MPM wasn't exactly planned ahead, unlike decisions like Satoshi winning the PWC and making way for a new series this year. It feels oddly disconnected from the series, because even though Satoshi uses old Pokémon and briefly travels with Misty and Brock again, the places they visit are deliberately nameless. And the episodes themselves, while conceptually just like any other "helping Pokémon of the day" episode prior, have little connection to stuff that happened in the actual show outside of small references like Rattata or Beedrill. While we still have to see the conclusion to the Latias plot, it feels more like a spontaneous idea to connect these 10 episodes until the last one than anything.

Oh also a relevant tidbit of information is that Yuyama equated the title of Pokémon Master to a rainbow, e.g. something you're fascinated by and try to reach without ever being actually able to. Might explain JN's heavy usage of rainbows, at least to some extend.

In conclusion, I think what has happened is that JN was written with it being Satoshi's last series in mind. And Gou has been written as the ideal counterpart to him, basically. He's essentially the Lugia to Satoshi's Ho-oh if you wanna, hence both of these mons appearing in the last JN ep. So from his conception, Gou was never meant to go separate ways with Satoshi. But then they realised they have three whole months to fill until the new series is able to premiere. And the idea of MPM was basically born, Misty and Brock as a no brainer nostalgia bait (as per Yuyama's words, the decision to have them be the companions for MPM was so certain he doesn't even remember how they got to the conclusion), episodes that fill the void until the new show etc. Of course to recreate the og trio, they'd have to get rid of anyone but Satoshi from the previous show. How do you get rid of a character that has been established as basically having no reason to leave the other main character and who's relationship with said character had been highlighted so much in both the show and promotional material? You just make up a reason lmao.

And yeah, I mean, as I said, Anipoke is no stranger to sudden decisions like that. Shudo, the chief director from OS to Johto said how he wanted to give the show a proper ending and wasn't able to because the show had to go on. The DPP series was clearly written to build up to Satoshi winning the league (and him potentially getting replaced entirely, since Gen 5 was initially meant to be a fresh new start to the franchise). XY also very clearly was building him up to win the league. Each time it was stuff that happened in the last few episodes that certainly didn't look like they were anywhere near planned ahead. And I am almost 100% certain the same happened in JN with Gou and the sudden change of heart in these last few episodes.

Had to write all this because not only did the decision itself bother me of course (don't get me wrong, I am genuinely looking forward to the new series and MPM had its neat moments so far, but the way JN, Satoshi's series and Gou ended was a wholeass mess imo) but other I've kinda been frustrated about how many people went "hahah told yall so Gou would leave XD GOne" (that pun IS funny tho). Like, no you guys, a broken clock is also right twice a day yada yada. I highly doubt yall saw MPM coming. I high doubt yall expected Satoshi's story to end. I highly doubt you could have been able to tell me what reasoning they'd come up with to have Gou and Satoshi separate. You guys' reasoning had always just been "because they always did it (except for the times they didn't)". Because the thing is, I had written them all up at some point, but all the arguments for Gou staying were based on what the series itself presented and relied 1) on Satoshi staying and 2) the producers of the show not changing their mind last moment to justify the existence of the next series. I'm gonna go ahead and assume the executive producer of JN (Tomiyasu) saw more importance in Gou and Satoshi's relationship and Gou's importance as a character, given that he's probably partially responsible for it being a thing in the first place, than the executive producer of MPM (Yuyama), who has worked on the series as it started and notably would rather stick to the traditions of the show instead of trying out new things. That's why JN's ending feels so out of nowhere and that's probably also why MPM feels so disconnected from the rest of the series, almost more like a spin-off. While Tomiyasu is much more keen on bringing new ideas and concepts into the series. You can see that, as once he started having a bigger influence on the series with Sun and Moon, there's notable changes in setting, writing of characters etc.

Now this was a really long rant fr lol oops. Uhhh... Gou best boi, I am glad the Satogou fandom is still alive and kicking, stay gold, Satogou Day is in two days and I completely forgot about it tho oops

[chaifootsteps]

Ahoy. I have a small rant 😔

There's high levels of toxic positivity and forced niceness with Viv's fandoms. I've noticed the "25/8 always positive :D" mindset from her seemingly mind-controlled fans. And then when people (typically a fan or a neutral person) say something even 1% critical, it's kind of washed out by insisting that Viv is so talented, so loved, so funny, so nice, her shows are so smart, she's doing the world a service, "omg I still love the show tho!!".

Uh...? it's fucking annoying! What, is everyone just scared of getting their asses kicked through the computer screen? Why is there so much tiptoeing around Viv? I'm not saying that people have to go into this viciously and attack in a way that's concerning. But all of this politeness is just uncanny. Where's the casual roasting? Besides what the seasoned criticals (and those lucky outsiders who notice HB/the rest) do? It's just weird to me.

Viv isn't special. Every other creator out there and their product gets their fair (and unfair) amount of comments from the real world. When Viv and her dogshit work gets attention it's like everyone's being forced/forcing themselves to play nice at an asshole's birthday party or something. I feel like ppl should be allowed to casually say "Your writing's god awful. Some of the worst I've seen in a decade. <3" and not force in 30 compliments. Or have ppl harp on "how mean" they're being to poor, indie, weird girl 5ever Vivvy, oh nooo 🥺🥺😭 She's just a scraggly wittle lamb of a person, she doesn't deserve this injustice

From me to Viv, the abusive bigot, 😐🖕. Much hate.

I know what you mean. It always comes across as an extremely creepy mixture of trying to protect Vivzie's precious golden baby feelings and fear of what might happen if they don't.

I can't wait for the day that weird intimidation hold she has over everyone suddenly breaks and people see her for what she is, an insecure and powerless loser.

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 6 ● e. munson

warning

idiots in love + Eddie is endearingly oblivious to you/reader's open flirting where he's concerned, sloooow burn., mentions of divorce/marital troubles (Carol + Tommy), Carol being the same mean girl she was in high school, barb and robin hooked up + made things official and some angst about them having to hide it (cos 80s were not the time to be wlw or mlm, it's sad buuut. I'm writing this accurate to the time period so.. there will be internal fear/angst and anger that they can't just be together openly.), sexual tension, lots of little touches, swearing, a confrontation between reader/carol that kind of ends on a vulnerable!carol note?, post season 4 au with absolutely no sci fi driven plot / previous seasons did not happen here either, fyi. Hawkins is just a normal small midwestern town. OH AND.. Eddie might seem OOC to some, this is merely my take on the character.

<- reader/you are a female. reader/you have female parts. reader/you also have a specific style aesthetic ( ie this or this ) and a defined personality + nicknames and/or petnames. reader/you also happens to be Joyce Byer's oldest child, putting reader/you at 21 which is the same age as Eddie here. So.. this is another self indulgent thing and I am.. not sorry or ashamed. if specific readers aren't your thing, dldr ig?

word count

3034 words exactly. For any missing context part 5 <- is there, click.

summary

“You askin me out on a date, __?”

You realize what you’ve done and you’re panicking a little. Then you shrug. “Maybe I am.” you’re dragging your fingers over the raised edges of his tattoo and he has to bite back a groan. “It’s just the drive in.” you laugh softly. 

“The drive in, huh?”

“Mhm.. there’s a horror movie playing I really wanna see. And my friends are all babies, Eddie. So am I, come t’ think of it.”

“So you want me t’ go.. Protect you, huh?” he’s teasing right back, totally unaware of what his teasing is doing to you, because if he knew how crazy it drove you -or how wet it made you, whenever he teased like this..

taglist + shoutouts

taglist is here. if you're here for steve/gareth + other ST content and you don't want to be tagged in Eddie content, please lmk. If you want to be added to my taglist but the doc is being wonky, also lmk, i will add you.

@allelitesmut omg i love you sm and i can't even begin to express how happy your tags on my content make me when I see them in my notifs, you're amazing, I swear. i'm so glad you like this and you take the time to read.

@eddiemunsonspantschain listen.. hear me out.. when i said i was going to do all the things with this in discord, i meant it. i don't know what i'd do without our talks, you are amazing and you're just so sweet and like.. i love you to pieces.

@tbmunson bestie. babes. babe.. i love you sm. i don't know what I'd do if i hadn't met you / gotten to know you on here. you are my inspiration 5ever and i want to be you when i grow up.

@chaoticcancer

@caravelofthesun

@music4life42

@eddiemuns0nl0ver

@just-a-blue-nerd

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● eddie's masterlist ● about+ rules

 " ____ since when do you work for Ms. Albright?" Carol's voice has you looking up from a growing pile of transcripts, depositions and other legal documents. 

You roll your eyes and you start off strong ignoring her but then she does the obnoxious throat clearing bit.  "What do you want, Carol?"

Carol swallows hard. "I have a consult. 3 pm?"

"Shit. She's in court right now. All I can tell you is come back in a few minutes, she should be back then..if court doesn't run over." Carol isn't leaving when you tell her this. Your hand settles on your hip. "You don't have t' wait around, y'know. I'll tell her you checked in."

She's still lingering.

You turn your attention to the documents and files littering your desk. You can feel her staring and it's giving flashbacks to the way she always did this right before she decimated your self esteem back in high school. "Say whatever you're thinking. Just get it out and leave, Carol because I am up to my ears in files and phone calls right now."

"You should really thank me."

You scoff at her audacity. "Now why would I do that, huh? I mean, I'd understand if any of the useless shit you did or said actually.. ya know..inspired me. None of this came from your bullying though."

"Are you really sure about that?" Carol asks and you clutch your sides in laughter. "You really are delusional, huh?"

"It's true. You weren't anything before. People didn't see you. Unless they wanted to hurt you or needed amusement in the form of making you cry."

You laugh.

"I was invisible because I chose to be though? Some of  us don't need constant validation. So whatever point you think your making is.. useless. Kinda like you always were."

"Bitch."

"Aw, thank you, buttercup."

Ms. Albright walks in and she's fuming about the outcome of her case. You clear your throat and nod to Carol and she raises a brow. "Did we have an appointment?"

"Carol, ma'am. I'm your 3 pm."

"Uh huh?"

"My mother, she uh..she made my appointment?"

"Oh! Okay, come right this way, sweetheart!"

You sink down in your desk chair and recline your legs against the edge of the desk. You're tempted to eavesdrop but then again, you just don't care enough about Carol enough to bother, so you get back to organizing files and putting them away. By the time 4 pm rolls around, you've lined up your bosses entire next day and you've made it to m with sorting the files.

Carol wanders out of the woman’s office and it looks as if she’s been crying. And normally, you’d have something snarky to say, but she just looks so hurt that for once, you feel really, really bad for her.

She barely meets your gaze as she walks past your desk, but once she’s at the door to the office, she pauses. “Go ahead and laugh. I know you want to. Everybody else is laughing. Everybody but me.”

She turns to lock eyes with you and you do the same, popping a bubble with your gum. “Why would I laugh? Look, I dunno what led to this, but… Even you deserve to try and find your own happiness. Maybe you should do that, Carol.”

Carol gives you a nod and steps out of the office, letting the door close softly behind her. You stretch and stand, tidying up your desk as you wander into Ms. Albright’s office to give her the list of appointments and consultations you took down from her calls for the rest of the week.

“Another one made the same mistake I did.” the woman says it without any prompting or further context and you shrug. She takes the paper from you and reads over it, smiling at you. “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”

You nod and smile, wandering back out into the front of the office to gather your things. And as you walk past the diner, you spot Carol Perkins sitting inside. Nursing a milkshake, with her toddler sitting in a high chair and her 5 month old asleep in a car seat carrier.

“Those poor kids.” you mutter, shaking your head. Remembering when it was your own mother in Carol’s situation. Wondering what the final straw for Carol was because you know exactly what the final straw for your mother was. And just thinking about it all makes you flinch a little. You make your way down, wandering into the office of the newspaper Nancy works at.

“How was your first day working with Albright?”

“It was.. Interesting. I mean, it’s not exactly what I planned, Nance.. But maybe my plan is changing.”

Nancy smiles brightly at you. “That’s great!”

“Carol came in.”

Nancy gapes. “No way.”

“Mhm.”

“Well, my mom did mention that Tommy’s mother told him they were getting divorced soon. I feel bad for them.”

“I feel bad for their kids.” you say it and sigh, shaking your head. “Anyway, let’s think about literally anything else. Did my lug of a brother tell you anything yet?” you ask, giggling when she shakes her head and gives you a confused look. You shrug. “I may or may not know he’s up to something really, really big.”

“Oh he is, huh?”

“Mhm. But I can’t tell you.”

“Damn it, __.. Why do you always insist on doing this? You’ve done this to Barb and I since we were kids.”

“Because I can. It’s fun, watching the two of you try everything under the sun to get it out of me.”

“C’mon. We need to get a move on. Barb and Robin are headed into town now. And I’m starving.”

“So am I. The takeout I ordered at 9 is wearing off.” you admit, making Nancy gape. “You didn’t take a lunch break?”

“I was in the zone, Nance.”

–

Robin smiles as she feels Barb’s body melt into hers. Barb’s eyes flutter open and she gives Robin a sleepy peck on the freckled bridge of her nose, raising a hand to caress her face. “Last night was..” Barb trails off, she’s searching for the best word to describe what finally happened between the two of them the night before after months of dancing around their feelings. But there’s not a word that even comes close. Robin sighs in content. “Amazing. Mind blowing. Every good thing I’ve ever wanted t’ feel.” she goes quiet, the two a tangle of arms and legs beneath a faded purple sheet as Robin rolls onto her back and pulls Barb so that she’s partially draped on top of her.

But the afterglow is short lived when a car door slams outside, the sound floating in through the crack in Robin’s bedroom window. Barb pries herself apart from Robin to move to the end of the bed and peer out the window. And she’s wide-eyed when she turns back to look at Robin. “It’s your mom!”

“Shit!” Robin can feel her heart speed up and suddenly, she’s wide awake as panic sets in. Barb has slipped out of bed and Robin joins her, the pair gathering flung articles of clothing off of the bed and helping each other get dressed. Unable to keep their hands to themselves, pausing to exchange breathless and needy kisses or rest their forehead against the other one’s forehead. “I hate that we have to hide this.”

“Me too.” Robin breathes out against her lover’s mouth. Barb motions for Robin to turn facing away and she’s just hooking the last clasp in Barb’s bra when they hear Robin’s mother shut the front door to the trailer behind her and call Robin’s name. Barb nods to the open window, heading over to slip out and Robin comes over too, helping  Barb out, Barb lingering in the window to steal another deep kiss and caress Robin’s face. “I’ll go bring the car up and pretend I just got here.”

Robin nods, pouting as Barb pulls away from her and jumps out the window of her bedroom, bolting across the lawn. Robin’s mother is knocking on the door at this point and Robin makes her way over, opening the door.

“Oh good. You’re awake. Didn’t you hear me come in, Robbie? Come help me bring in the groceries.”

Robin smiles, nodding. A pang of guilt at having to lie to her mother again, but for now, it’s what she has to do. She has to come up with a way to spring everything on her mother gently.

As they unload the trunk of Robin’s mom’s car, Barb pulls to a stop behind it in her own car. Robin’s mom glances from the idling car to Robin and she smiles.

Robin is blushing again, it’s something she doesn’t even realize she’s doing. But her mother picks right up on it. She laughs softly. “Look who’s here, Robbie!” she gives a bright grin, waving at the girl currently sitting inside the parked car. Barb kills the engine and gets out just as Robin’s mother takes in a few more bags from the trunk. Robin steps up into her girlfriend -awed by the fact that now, it’s official. Now she can actually call her this, even if for the time being, it’s kept private. Between the two of them.

She gives Barb a little peck on the lips and Barb laughs softly, returning the small peck. She nods to the trunk. “I’ll grab some bags too.”

As Barb grabs bags to help carry them into the trailer, Robin is silently mulling everything over, waiting. She stops Barb on the steps.

“We have to tell someone soon. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep this a secret.” and Barb nods, smiling. Stepping up to her girlfriend as she mumbles quietly, “I was thinking the same thing. Keeping you.. Keeping us.. Hidden.. I don’t want to.”

Robin smiles bright, opening the door so that Barb can step into the trailer. As the two of them set the bags that they’d grabbed from the trunk down, her mother speaks up. “Do you have to work today?”

“I need to get going, actually.”

Barb nods. “I can take her, Mrs. Buckley.”

Robin’s mother smiles. “She’s such a sweet girl, Robbie. You two have fun!”

As the two make their way out to  Barb’s parked car, they let out very ragged breaths. “That was.. Close.”

“Not as close as last weekend. I was just about to kiss you and Steve wandered out onto the patio to smoke.” Barb admits, making Robin gape at her in surprise. “You were.. About to kiss me?”

Barb laughs softly. “Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you, huh?”

Robin laughs, shrugs and answers quietly, “I.. I don’t know. I’m still shocked, okay?” Barb nods, smiling as she turns out of the driveway and onto the dirt and gravel road leading into Forest Hills. “Me too.”

“I hate that we have to hide this.”

“So do I. We’re going to tell everyone soon.”

“We are.”

As the car heads into town, Barb’s hand leaves the wheel, settling over the top of Robin’s hand, giving it a soft little squeeze before Robin laces their fingers together and leans towards Barb, leaning her head against Barb’s shoulder.

–

“These heels are killing my feet.” you stop behind the rest of your friends to  take off the heels you’ve been wearing all day and Nancy laughs. “I don’t know why you keep wearing them.”

“Because they make my ass look good?” you laugh as you shrug and look up at her through a curtain of hair. Nancy’s laughing too. “But you’re always complaining about how painful they are.”

“You’ve got me there.” you straighten to full height and start to walk again, the heels tucked beneath your arm. As you make your way past the service station, you happen to see Eddie Munson sitting on a 5 gallon barrel out in the back. He’s smoking, dark brown hair stuck to his face. He’s got his shirt off and a pair of FR overalls with the bib down at his waist and you’re mesmerized.

“__.. You’re staring again.”

“Uh uh.”

“You were.”

“I can’t help it he’s pretty and my eyes enjoy the view.” you give a sheepish shrug and Nancy laughs, shaking her head at you. “Instead of staring, go do something about it.” she gives you a gentle shove towards the opening in the  fence.

“I can’t!”

“You can. You need to because the sexual tension between you is unreal, okay? Look.. I’ve been in the same room as both of you at the same time and I almost choked on the way the air got so thick.”

You laugh, shaking your head. But you’re lingering in the opening of fence. Your eyes roam over him, taking in the side profile. The grease smear on his cheek. The way kissable lips curl around a Marlboro Red as he drags the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead to wipe away the sweat.

“It’s a new world, __. You can totally make the first move.”

“I cannot!” you’re gaping at Nancy when you say it, but then you happen to look back just in time to see Eddie glance up, looking right at you. He grins and stands, wandering over.

You swallow hard as he comes to a stop in front of you because there’s just something about the way he absolutely towers over you that drives you crazy. You step closer before you can stop yourself and Eddie chuckles. “Careful, woman. I’m all sweaty n’ dirty n’ shit right now.” Doe eyes settle on your bare feet. “What the hell are y’ doin, there’s glass and shit out here.”

“These shoes,” you raise the pair of stilettos so he can see them, “Were killing my feet.”

He snickers to himself, shaking his head. He’s trying to stop himself but he just can’t. The urge to be closer to you wins out so he steps even closer. “How’d your first day go?”

“It went.” you laugh. “It was pretty boring. All I did was try to give the woman an actual filing system that was easy to keep up with and answer phones?” you notice that his knuckles are caked in dried blood so you raise his hand, surveying the damage as you hiss and glance up at him. “What the hell did you do?”

He chuckles. “Got th’ station wagon from hell in my garage bay. I might’ve slammed the damn hood on my hand because of course, the hood latch is a piece of garbage too.”

“Eddie, you need to clean this.”

“Woman, it’s fine.”

“Eddie, your hand could rot.” you scold gently. He chuckles, turning away to thump his cigarette into the gravel behind him. Then he turns to face you again. And he’s got this teasing look in his eyes. “Aw..” he mutters, leaning down just a little, “You worried about me, doll?”

You stick out your tongue. “I’m just telling you what could happen if you don’t clean out the wound.”

“You really don’t wanna know what I did last week when th’ box cutter slipped when I was tearin’ down boxes at the record store.” he chuckles. He’s teasing a little. You swallow hard. “I probably don’t. I swear to God if you say you used super glue…”

“Maybe I did.”

“God damn it, Eddie. If you needed actual medical attention.. What is it with men and their stubborn refusal to go to a fucking doctor?” you laugh softly, shaking your head. Eddie laughs too and he shrugs. “And women who insist on wearin’ shoes that hurt their feet. Kinda the same thing, right?”

“Not really?” you raise a brow, laughing again.  Raising a hand to rest against his bare chest before you even realize that you’ve done it. Eddie’s breath hangs and he gulps as he looks down at the way your hand’s settled against his chest tattoos.

He shuffles his feet because currently, all the blood in his body is southbound. Straight to his cock.

And you’re struggling. Trying to think of something to say. When you open your mouth, you’re honestly not expecting what comes out.

“Are you doing anything later?”

Eddie rubs his chin as he stares down at you, trying not to marvel over how your pretty little body would be easily engulfed by his. Or how good that might feel. How it’s something he might be able to let himself get used to.

“You askin me out on a date, __?”

You realize what you’ve done and you’re panicking a little. Then you shrug. “Maybe I am.” you’re dragging your fingers over the raised edges of his tattoo and he has to bite back a groan. “It’s just the drive in.” you laugh softly. 

“The drive in, huh?”

“Mhm.. there’s a horror movie playing I really wanna see. And my friends are all babies, Eddie. So am I, come t’ think of it.”

“So you want me t’ go.. Protect you, huh?” he’s teasing right back, totally unaware of what his teasing is doing to you, because if he knew how crazy it drove you -or how wet it made you, whenever he teased like this.. You barely manage to pull yourself together and when you go to answer him, you accidentally squeak out your answer. He laughs and nods. “9’s okay, right?”

“9 is perfect.”

“Are you opposed to the motorcycle?” he asks.

“Not at all.” you mumble out the answer, managing to step away from him a little as Nancy laughs nearby and speaks up. “I think Barb and Robin are at the  diner waiting.”

You glance at her to nod and turn your attention back to Eddie. “Try not to bust anymore knuckles today, Eddie?”

“I’m not makin any promises, woman.” Eddie responds, stepping up into you. His hand lingers close, grazing against your hip and you feel your breath hang in your throat. “I gotta get going.” you finally manage to say it after about four or five seconds of just staring up at him.

Mesmerized.

[bronzetomatoes]

ONE, TEN AND TWENTY ONE OF BNHA I'm actually super interested to see what u think of this

ONE - the character everyone gets wrong - ohhh buddy. So like. A lot of them, but honestly it's kinda crazy cause he's the MC but I think a lot of ppl are just allergic to Deku's canon personality. Thinking about the sassy/snarky/bamf/whatever-the-fuck Midoriya Izuku tags like can we be so fr for a second. This is the guy who almost lost his internship due to being so chronically unfunny that his boss hated him (theres nuance but it's whatevs). Also the crazy Analyst Deku takes abt him like those super popular fics where he's this hyperintelligent teenager n all that like he's smart for sure and he's got an eye for quirks but that's just the autism talking, yknow? Also a lot of mischaracterization happens where Bakugou is involved bc ppl can't see it any other way than Deku being The Victim and Bakugou being The Monster. Like sorry they didn't expel Kacchan in season 1 like you wanted them to sorry you hate interesting dynamics and character growth and messy relationships. Like ⅓ of the top 20 fics on ao3 are BNHA and I wouldn't touch any of them w a ten foot poll

TEN - worst part of fanon - uhm well I think I did go over that pretty well but a different part is that a lot of Hawks/LOV takes annoy me. I was a Hawks joins the LOV truther but I didn't think it was bc it'd somehow be better for him it was cause I wanted them to make him 100 times worse!! I'd've loved to see my babygirl spiral in a desperate attempt for control and revenge and freedom and I wanted it to end horribly for him bc sometimes you just wanna see chars put through salad spinners. But the fanon thing is often them being his super supportive found family who all stop killing people bc it made him feel bad and then they lived happily ever after lol

TWENTY-ONE - part of canon you think is overhyped - dadzawa. In that it's barely canon at all HASHTAG DADMIGHT 5EVER but no it's something that's like great in its canon basis but gets exaggerated into something that well. I don't like as much! Bc I can relate to the protective teacher that loves his students intensely but keeps a professional boundary, I have a teacher just like that and we love her to pieces, but that mf is not a father to them 💀

[justanotherfanwriter]

Goddess, I am cackling at that last chapter. Impa totally knows that this is gonna be closer to a royal tour across Hyrule than Link actually finding her a different partner. I think Link has a hidden possessive streak when it comes to Zelda, so as hard as he tries, he could never actually find a different person for her. He totally thinks that it comes from his time as her appointed knight, but it is definitely because he loves her. Everyone in Hateno also knows it, since they were living in town for at least a little bit and can totally see that they were playing house together.

Also, my money is on Link being the one to break first and kiss her. Zelda is the one to go to Impa though and freak out. (Impa is also only setting Paya up cause she knows that Paya is too shy to find her own guy.)

Btw, could I suggest you putting this story on AO3 also? It would be easier for me to follow and get the updates. 

Link has a lot going for him to prove that you’re right:

1) Knight Oath to protect Zelda 5ever 🫡

2) Zelda = Hylia = revered = no one good enough for her = must protect her

3) probably raised by crusty horny soldiers with filthy mouths (puberty had to of been rough lol)

4) Zelda pretty

BUT ALSO Zelda is a weird sexually repressed church girl and never underestimate a weird sexually repressed church girl.

At this point, it’s anyones game lmao

Also, I’ll consider getting an ao3 account if I make it five chapters. But tbh even if I got an account, I wouldn’t immediately post to it.

I know everyone shits a brick for ao3, but I don’t like them. It grosses me out that pedophilia and racism is given such a large and protected platform, so I hardly use the site 🤷‍♀️ Ik that probably means my stories will get less traction but idc, fanfic ain’t my life and I’ve got voices to uplift lol.

I keep a master fic list pinned to this blog tho so you can check that time to time if you don’t want to follow!

[everythinggeeky]

different paths | the Mandalorian

Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: language, canon-typical violence, kinda angsty, kinda fluffy

Word Count: 900

Request: “reader is also a bounty hunter who, in a desperate plea to get off whatever planet, sneaks aboard mando’s ship. his response when he finds reader and what happens afterwards is up to you!”

A/N: somewhere in the canon of season 2, but no spoilers! so sorry this took 5ever! tag lists and requests are open!

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After a shootout on Nevarro, you were left bloodied and bruised. Your own armor was heavily damaged from blaster fire. Backup enemy forces were surely on their way after the disruption you caused. You ducked between alleys of sandy refuge for some hope of escape. 

That’s when you spotted it- a shimmering, silver beacon of hope. A ship sat in the middle of an open expanse of dusty Nevarro. 

With a glance over each shoulder, you determined the coast was clear enough to investigate. Creeping towards the ship with smooth gliding steps, you approached the ship and boarded.

Starting at the cockpit, you looked around for any signs of life. With no thermal readings in sight, you continued to explore. Everything appeared normal at first glance; a standard pilot’s seat and a seat behind with regular equipment that would be necessary for cross-galaxy travel amidst Imperial threat. 

As you continued on, you found samples of the pilot’s life that made you raise a brow. Weaponry that wasn’t Imperial nor Republic and mimicked the weapons you had seen in your own work. You kept your tracks silent, afraid of disturbing any sort of trigger that would alert the owner to your presence. 

In the lower level of the ship, you spotted more familiar tech; carbonite freezing technology. Something that was common for bounty hunters to use to flash-freeze targets. 

Was this a bounty hunter’s ship?

You heard the trigger of a blaster click into place before you had the chance to turn around. You raised your hands in surrender before a voice spoke out through a heavy vocoder, “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.”

“It’s not what it looks like, I promise I haven’t touched anything,” you pleaded as you turned around slowly to meet another Mandalorian shrouded in heavy beskar.

“Who are you?” the Mandalorian asks, blaster still pointed squarely at your chest.

“Y/N...I’ve been injured and my armor needs repair.”

“Sit down,” he says after a moment of analysis, gauging you for a threat.

He disengages his weapon and returns it to the holster on his hip. He sealed the ship and settled the small green child in a seat, handing off something for him to eat. He seemed to look after the creature; a foundling he considered to be family.

“Is that the bounty that caused all of the ruckus on Nevarro a few months ago?”

“He means no harm…”

“We could both be captured. You’re getting yourself into more trouble by hauling that thing around.”

“I’ve been tasked to return him to his kind. And I will see to it.”

You nodded, shredding your armor to look over your wounds. Your fellow Mandalorian handed you a bacta-spray, which you applied after shredding the necessary layers of your armor in privacy. You smiled in satisfaction when the deep wound on your chest began healing quickly.

“How were you injured? What are you here for?” Mando asked curiously.

“Imperial shootout…..I was on a hunt. Clearly, it worked out well for me. Bounty got away...and I got fuckin’ hurt.”

“Imperial troops have been crawling on the planet since Moff Gideon decided to show his face here...you’re a fool to think they wouldn’t come for you, too.”

“No one really told me the place was crawling with Imps!”

Mando scoffed and rolled his eyes under his helmet, “should’ve known better.”

“Oh yeah, like you haven’t ever had a run in with trouble. You know, you’re not exactly known as the best guy in the galaxy because of what you did with this guy,” you said while motioning to the Child.

“Don’t look at him like that.” The Child tilted his head when looking up at you.

“Sorry….didn’t know you were that..protective. Well listen...I’ve gotta get off this planet. I’ve got another job and I just need transit.”

“I’m not a taxi driver,” Mando replied coldly. 

“I can give you half of what I was supposed to get on this job. But listen, I really need to go.”

“Fine. But don’t think about starting any trouble while you’re here.”

“Deal,” you tossed a few credits towards his direction.

You took a seat in the copilot’s chair, hoping to relax after the shootout you just endured. An awkward silence settled in the air. You were practically strangers. You shared moral code, but knew nothing of the others’ personal lives or backgrounds. Looking curiously over at Mando, searching for any response, which you received none. 

You opted for the awkward silence.

The silence continued for hours until you decided to drift off to sleep for a few hours. Your head landed on your shoulder, soft intakes and releases made a gentle pattern coming out of your helmet. You stirred from your sleep when you felt something tug at the material of your flight suit. You looked down to see the small green creature looking up at you with wide eyes. You scooped him up to sit on your lap before falling back asleep.

A few hours later, you arrived at your destination. The Mandalorian easily landed the ship, and you left without concern. You handed a few credits over to Mando, which he declined.

“We’re supposed to help our kind...you can always repay the favor.”

“Of course. Thanks for the transit.”

“Anytime,” Mando boarded the Razor Crest with the Child and continued on his journey to return the Child to his people.

tagging: @jediforce​ @a-dorin​ @smokahuntis​ @obiwkenobi​ @jbarnesss​ @takenbymyfandoms​ @ilovesupersoldiers​ @maximumninjavoid​​ @outofdaylight​​ 

[synnefo-nefeli]

Hello!! Just wanted to say I just re read Heard Your Heart Beating for like... The fifth time, probably?? And now that I know ur tumblr, I just wanted to say. Its probably one of my fav Klapollo fics. I LOVE your characterization in it. Especially Apollo's, in which he gets flustered and provoked quite easily but he can also get super sassy and bitchy lmao. And I love his and Klavier's friendship? It makes me so happy to see fics where their pre-relationship is explored. I love seeing romantic interactions but it's also SUPER nice to see them just being... Platonic and hanging out together and supporting each other and being friends!! I mean relationships are founded upon friendships so it's really cute to read about them before they get all romantic too. I loved reading about their Valentine's Day hangout at Apollo's house. It's just... So chill. Even though you touched on the big Kristoph issue, it is also lighthearted at times. It was really nice to see Kristoph being addressed but it not being the whole point of their 'date'. And their banter...... Omg.... Especially Klavier's highkey flirting LMAOOO ITS SO FUNNY TO READDD!!! And Trucy omg.... I love the inclusion of her because of course she needs to be included. Love her. Anyways thank you so much for writing it!!! I don't want to, like, unknowingly pressure you into continuing or anything though!!! I just wanted to share my thoughts! I know how hard it can get continuing a fic when you have real life obligations lol. Anyways I will be suppperr happy if you do but even if you don't! I am still so glad you wrote the chapters so far. PHEW THATS IT. HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY

Anon, I am just dead from this comment.  When I read this, I wanted to cry because I am just so touched and humbled.

“Heard Your Heart Beating” has such a special place in my heart and I am sorry that it takes me 5ever to write in general that the updates to it are slow. Never did I think that a story I came up with nearly seven years ago (lsdkfmslkfdm) would take me this long to write but also I like taking my time with it, as I’ve never ever written a slow-burn fic.

I love Klapollo so much, and I just want to do them justice (haha), because there is so much there between them as characters.  They’re two characters bound by tragic events but, they’re both forthright individuals who have a lot of external factors (good and bad) impacting their relationship.

AA5 was such a great game and full of emotion, but there was a lot to read in between the lines-  Apollo had suffered a personal tragedy in losing Clay, and his introduction as an attorney had been fraught with betrayal and a lot of fighting against the odds, then he nearly has to accuse Athena for Clay’s murder...and it was just a lot for him.  

As for Klavier, the year prior had left him with the truth that he’d been used and betrayed by his brother and his best friend...and then as he’s picking the pieces of his life together, transitioning from the rocker life that was his way of life/protection from Kristoph for 7 years, his mentor is murdered.  Klavier is a genius prosecutor, he most likely advanced early through Themis, changed his career path, graduated, got his badge, and then his debut is just a mess.  Apollo brought him back to the courts but Klavier, it seemed at least to me in DD, was still trying to figure out where he fit in.  

Constance Court’s impact on Klavier is a big part of Heard Your Heart Beating and will be explored in later chapters.

But yeah I liked the idea of these two coming together organically- they’re both highly empathetic people, so there is common ground there.  Klavier knows that Apollo has seen the Kristoph that Klavier once knew and admired. It’s easy to paint Kristoph as a monster, but when you look at how Apollo and Klavier speak of him (before the murders obvs) you can tell that all they both wanted was to make Kristoph proud.  And I also wanted to explore those human moments with Kristoph too.  Yes, he’s an asshole- but he was someone that Apollo and Klavier looked up to.  So that betrayal and grief is something they can both share, and while Daryan is still alive, Klavier’s friendship with him died metaphorically. But the hurt and pain of not having that friendship, not having that person you love platonically in your life for the rest of your life- is a death unto itself not unlike Apollo’s pain and grief over losing Clay. 

They strike me as two people who are just looking for safety, and they both recognize (Klavier more quickly than Apollo, although I feel it’s subconscious on Apollo’s part) that they can have that safety with each other.   This theme is reflected in the title.  It’s from the song “Cosmic Love” by Florence + The Machine.

“Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you “

When I heard this song while writing the opening drafts of this story, I felt that this song summed up Apollo and Klavier in this story-  they’re both in personal darkness that no one else seems to understand, but when they recognize that the other is in that same darkness- they reach out, even if it means remaining in that grief and sadness, there is comfort in knowing that you’re understood and not alone.

Oof that was a tangent hahaha.

The Valentine’s Day scene was one of my favorite scenes to write. It comes from such a personal moment between the comfort I’ve found with my own friends during a time where I was trying to get my footing in life.  Also, not to side note again, but this fic is actually pretty personal- I’ve never really put my own personal experiences or feelings into a story to the extent that I have in this fic. The opening chapter was written during a time when I thought I was losing my best friend- I had commiserated a lot with Apollo while playing DD- I cried while writing it and I still cry when I read it because it is so intrinsically tied to that time of grief and a feeling that the universe was taking my friend away from me.

So the Valentine’s Day scene was meant to be a scene of comfort and banter- two friends, just hanging out together rather than being alone on “Singles Awareness Day”.  I love that everyone had an expectation of where I was going with that scene.  Especially when alcohol was introduced and then it ended up with them being in Apollo’s bed XD.  It amuses me that their first time ever sharing a bed together would be under the most platonic of circumstances XD.

Anyway, thank you so much anon for the lovely comment- it definitely made my day and made me look over my drafts for this story :)  Maybe an update will come soon!

Have a good day!

[friendofspidermannedleeds]

For the Character ask... Either MCU Ned or MCU Peter! Could be either or both if you want to!! :'D

Oh you KNOW I have to choose my boy Ned Leeds!! 😃

Why I like them

Ned is the ultimate BFF. He is the best friend I have ever seen in any superhero film. He’s a great supporter of Peter, but he’s also not afraid to call him out on his bs. He’s 100% ride or die (”I’m looking at porn” anyone??) and he’s got enough enthusiasm to power a small country. 

Why I don’t

Does not apply. There is nothing to dislike about Ned except disliking the writers for making his role nearly non-existent and too clownish in FFH. He was still great, but I didn’t love that he had less than five minutes of lines and was purely comic relief and little else. (My boy deserves better!) 

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Favorite scene is definitely when he tries to talk Peter out of hacking into the suit at the hotel in DC. Sure he caves to Peter’s puppy dog eyes eventually, but he showed us in that scene that he’s not just here for jokes--he’s a great friend who cares enough about Peter to try to dissuade his dumb BFF toward better choices. 

Favorite season/movie

He was tops in Homecoming!! And he deserved better in Far From Home. 

Favorite line

“But you are a kid.” 

Favorite outfit

The bucket hat!! In Washington!! BLESS 

OTP

Honestly, these kids are highschoolers so it’s hard to passionately argue for a OTP, but. As mushy and puppy love-like his whirlwind romance with Betty was, I do think they were cute and would be cuter if they ever got serious. 

Brotp

PETER AND NED 5EVER 

Head Canon

Ned and Peter have been besties since elementary school, and Ned was a rock for Peter when Ben died. 

Unpopular opinion

Ned is the second-most important person in Peter’s life, coming just behind May. (I only say this is unpopular because fandom likes to put some other guy up there, not naming names 👀) 

A wish

I need to have WAY more Ned content in SM3! I would love to see him come back full force as the Guy in the Chair and help out with this identity crisis, like hacking into the Bugle or defending Peter against the dumbos who actually might believe the nonsense. 

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

Please, please, do NOT make Ned evil in SM3!! The whole “Best Friend Turns Evil” trope is never as interesting as writers think it will be. I’ve seen it a million times and I can’t think of one single instance where it was done well. Portraying healthy male teenage friendships is so good!! We never see it and we deserve to see more if it!! Jacob Batalon I love you but you better stop pitching this Hobgoblin thing or so help me 

(and listen i won’t even speak of this but ned dying?? unacceptable. if that happens in canon...jon watts sleep with one eye open)

5 words to best describe them

Loyal, goofy, protective, intelligent, capable. 

My nickname for them

Guy in the Chair, of course!!

[nyuwings]

Lol good that took my 5ever to write, I'm so slow ✋😔

Yeah Loona's music is so nice. I do find myself every so often going down the Loona songs only rabbit hole for like a few days.

Yes I did watch iland but not when it was airing. I found out about ENHYPEN 20 days before their debut. Why do I remember this? Cause when I was looking up their info I saw Jake's 18th bday was in 5 days and that really surprised me and it just stuck in my head. Anyway, me and my sister decided to learn more about them idk what came over me since like I said I never cared about kpop idols, but we decided we were going to watch iland. After the first episode it was really late but we both knew we were hooked so we kept watching. (Maybe is was all fate that I was supposed to find out about ENHYPEN. I was going to look something up on Google and when I open a new window on my phone it recommends me articals at the bottom and the first one was something along the lines of, "all you need to know about big hit's new boy group, ENHYPEN")

I knew it was a survival show so I told myself don't get attached to anyone that isn't the enha boys...🤡 Yeah that didn't happen. Yeah I do feel so protective of all of them. I had gathered some conceptions about them since I read their kpop profiles before watching iland and most of them were good except for Sunoo 🧍🏼‍♀️ before you come at me with the pitchfork let me explain. This was during the time when the enha members were filling out each other's profiles to they were all kinda goofing each other. So on Sunoo's profile it just made him sound so self-centered and selfish, it was pre-debut so I didn't have much info to go off of (not @ all the times the word selfie was in his profile). He just seemed like the kind of person I would never want to be friends with. I was still somewhat intrigued cause he was a pretty soft boy (looks that deceived my pre conceived notion) But while watching iland it was completely different vibe.

He was just so... Everything 🥺 out of all the members he was the first to capture my heart (then Riki Jake and Heeseung) he made me think wow he is so amazing, I want to be someone like him. I look up to him a lot despite him being younger than me. I was wrong, I would absolutely love to be his friend. Sunoo is like the Changmin of my bias list, the secret member lol. Sunshine vitamin has a very special place in my heart and I wish him happiness always :')

Yeah all the members are so talented and skillful I've been waiting to go over all the cb content that has come out so far with my sister so I can theorize about it. Anyway, sorry, you ask me such simple question and then I write whole ass essays. I could really blab about the people and things I love for hours 😭

Me reading this:

Ajxjdj ur so cute I absolutely love seeing people gush abt things they love, it’s my favorite, the way you describe them is so lovely and sweet my heart goes <3333

I believe it that u and enha were fate, I always think “you find a group right when you need them” so, I’m glad they could be there for you! And that’s so fun you watched iland with your sister, I watched with mine and we FaceTimed screaming abt the finale hehe

Yeah it was definitely hard to not get attached, I cried for Daniel, and everyone tbh but I told myself I’d just support them when they debuted :’) I’m glad your view on sunoo changed!! I don’t blame you for like, assuming things before you knew him, I think we all do that for idols we don’t know well right? Anyway I can feel your love for him and it’s so heartwarming to read ahxj little ball of sunshine

I’d love to hear your cb theories 😎

[findinghiddenisles]

You know I'm E/C trash. NO.16 PLZ.

Yeah yeah this took 5ever I know but give me a break I have like 2 art WIPs and 3 Writing ones besides UB. And ya girl just got a grand piano!! I’m distracted!! Also P.S I have leroux canon smut in development for this piece but I’d figure I’d add some plot before I finish the smut part lol @arrakisz

Things you said with no space between us

Christine reflected on those weeks with Erik beneath the Opera House. She had to, for if she didn’t, she knew she would go mad.There was something there. It was like an itch she could not scratch or a dread she could not escape.

For as right as leaving Erik felt then, it felt just as wrong to be marrying Raoul now. She saw him as a brother...she had said so to herself so long ago...so why was she marrying him?

She missed the music, the passion, the fulfillment of just being with Erik. Raoul was warm at the surface, but somehow she felt like their relationship was...hollow. Stable, sturdy, but with nothing inside. He worried too much about society and she was experienced enough to know better. She wondered what a life with Erik would have been like.

But, Erik scared her. He made her feel uncertain during his fits of madness. How could she look past that? She understood what happened...why he reacted the way he had. True, he had never harmed her. But, the sadness, the loneliness, the desperation, and then the acceptance she saw in his eyes during their parting kiss made her stall. Erik had, unknowingly, planted a seedling of doubt within her heart. One that pulled her toward him.

Maybe, one that had been there all along.

Erik’s behavior with Raoul and Nadir with the torture chamber were reactions to his losing her. Something in her told her that he just wanted a chance to prove himself and that he never could with Raoul in the way. Would things have gone different between them if Raoul had never returned? Would he have even revealed himself?

That monster is a villain. He deserves to be left by himself in those tombs.

Christine cringed at Raoul’s words. She hesitantly warned him to please not bring him up again. It had been weeks. Wasn’t her presence beside him enough to cease his jealousy?

That was the first seed of doubt that was planted within her when it came to Raoul. Well....the first after deciding to marry him. The first came when he assumed she was a prostitute after seeing her in the carriage with Erik. She had calmly ignored it in order to protect Raoul, but it had angered her ferociously when she thought about it afterwards.

Christine stared out the window. She would be wed this time next week. She had seen the church they would be married in. The house they would live in. The dress they designed for her to wear. At least, she liked the dress Erik had made for her.

She stared at the dresser where the rings her father had given her sat.

They were for decoration now as Raoul had refused to wear them. He said...You are a Vicomtess now. We will have better rings made to suit your beauty, and our place in society.

Would Erik have brushed aside something of such great importance to her if they were to be married?

He cried when you kissed his forehead, he’d probably be beside himself in gratitude if you had given them to him.

Christine paused at the thought that crossed her mind. Her body going rigid and eyes wide as if the furniture in her room had begun to levitate. With that, the answer she had been denying herself metaphorically sat beside her, punched her in the face and then left on the breeze through her open window.

She packed up her father’s violin, hiding a few personal items in the back case and shrugged on her cloak. If any of the housemaids asked, she was going down the paths on the estate to practice the violin. It was the only music she was allowed, anyway. Raoul considered the people of the Opera only a step above harlots. So, to even consider her continuing to sing publicly in any form was beyond imagination.

Hopefully, the letter under his engagement ring was simple enough for him to get the message. She wasn’t stupid enough to mention Erik. She had merely lied and said she had traveled to London for a singing opportunity and that she could not live in the role he needed her to. Christine had wondered, comedically, for a moment if God would strike her down for lying. She shook it off and decided that if God could allow the suffering that Erik had gone through then he would most certainly tolerate a white lie that would keep her safe. Christine did not look back as she walked away from the estate. A strange giddiness filling her.

☾ ☾ ☾

When she found Erik, he was lying in his coffin. Her heart stopped in that moment and the weight of that sight brought her to her knees. She was too late.

The force of everything she was feeling forced her to stumble to its edge and touch him.

He wasn't dead...yet. He was alive, breathing shallowly. He smelled...clean though and his suit was fresh. The little hair he had combed back away from his face.

Had he been waiting to die?

Christine crawled into the coffin on the impulse of her thoughts and raised his torso to her own, cradling him. His black mask, the mouthless one she favored, had been in his hands, crossed over his chest. It had fallen in their movement. His arms limp at his sides and his head bobbing gracelessly onto her shoulder.

Tears began to stream down her face. She hated this. Hated all of it. Why couldn’t they have just learned about each other in time, without pressure? Why couldn’t they have been afforded that? An anger, a hatred, a knot of unfulfilled dreams tore through her like the glaciers she once saw as a child.

A hatred of herself for reacting so negatively to his face. An anger at him for not to talking to her plainly, for Raoul for inteferfering. All of it.

She rocked him slightly in her misery. Her mind was flooded with vines of thoughts that tangled and wound around each other like snakes. It made her feel as though her eyes were being pushed out of her skull from the pressure within her head. What could she do? What had Erik done to be in this state?

Erik’s name was an underlying chant beneath the thoughts, the very fuel for that growing mass of discorancy in her head.

His skin appeared paler than normal, almost translucent, and the normal heat that seemed to be absent everywhere but his face was nonexistent. His skin was dry where it was usually soft. She held his face with her left hand, feeling his quick but shallow breaths on her face. His eyes, as sunken as they were, appeared even more so. His pulse rapid despite his sedateness.

He was dehydrated. A lesson from her father painted a cure across her hands and began to comb away the tangles in her head. She reached for the little canister of water she brought with her. Thankful, for having filled it before she descended into the catacombs. She brought it carefully to his lips letting the droplets slip gently into his mouth. The touch of liquid to his tongue caused him to move slightly, and cradling him closer to her chest, she allowed more water to fall between his dry lips. She rubbed her thumb over his jaw, trying to coax life into him. When more water moved over his lips, his mouth opened ever so slightly more.

This went on for a long time, several hours, with Christine settling him down gently and rushing between the faucets to get back to him. When Erik’s eyes flickered open for the first time, Christine felt as though flowers bloomed from the vines in her head. Uncontrolled tears sprang forth at the calm, awed gaze that shone over his golden eyes. He tried to lift his hand to her but he didn't have the strength. Letting out a broken sob, she pulled his long graceful hands to her face, shaking, as his skin touched her cheek. A weak smile lifted his lips, but his eyes never left her own as she held him to her.

As much as she wanted to remain gazing at his open eyes, she knew he still needed to heal, and proceeded with slow slips of water. When she brought the bottle to his lips again, he drank steadily. Between sips, she listened to his heartbeat and noticed it calm. When he seemed to not want anymore for the moment, she brought her other hand to his face again and watched as his eyes closed slowly before opening again. They had not spoken any words but the wealth of communication in meeting the other’s eyes filled more space and built more hope than a lifetime of speeches ever could.

Erik now had the strength to at least wrap his hand around her own where she held it on his waist. She gently entwined their fingers and noticed his pupils dilate as he took her in. It was a gift to feel his fingers move against hers with uncertainty. Christine smiled softly at him and massaged his neck where she cradled his head. She felt more than heard the soft moan that escaped his lips as he arched delicately into her fingers. A small heat bloomed in her at his agile movements. She continued moving her fingers against his neck softly. Anything, if it would make him better.

With a sad thought, she noticed how dry his lips were; slightly cracked and too close to bleeding. It was such an uncomfortable feeling, she knew, from the winters traveling with her father. She cursed herself for forgetting her balm, for having forgotten the rich salve atop her vanity at the DeChangy estate. It would be thrown away when Erik could so well use it.

A thought bloomed within her heart and she realized that the balm still lay thick across her own lips. He was still watching her with such amazement and love. She had never seen such light in Raoul’s eyes. Erik filled her heart and warmed her soul more so than anything in her life. What would she not do for him?

She gently rubbed her fingers over his before tilting his head slightly and very slowly letting her lips descend onto his. She felt him stiffen at the contact. He relaxed only when she gently rubbed her lips over his, letting the salve slip between the ravines in his wounded flesh. He gently kissed back after a moment, letting their lips glide over the other. His short sucking kisses were appeasing in a way she never considered.

His mouth was wet. She was happy to feel…. happy to feel him grip her fingers as their movements aligned to the same silent rhythm.

She pulled away after a moment more, wanting to continue kissing him, but not wanting to leech the strength she knew he needed to get better. He followed her slightly and she smiled at him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead once more. His expression of adoration only intensified and she knew by the sheen over his beautiful eyes that if it was not for his state he would be crying.

His mouth opened slightly and she untwined their hands to lift the water to his mouth, careful not to disturb the salve on his lips. He drank it, lifting his head for more and gulping audibly. As she leaned around to place it against the coffin’s side, she heard the soft croak of her name. Christine whipped around. She watched carefully as he lifted his arm. He clumsily cradled her hand where it rested on his abdomen; his fingers actively moving over hers to entwine them.

She smiled brightly at the weak sound of her name, pulling him closer to her and nuzzling against his cheek to hide her tears as she murmured his own name into his ear. There was no space between them at that moment and nothing more needed to be said for the time being.

He felt less on the brink of death and more tired as he leaned his head in the crook of her neck. Christine still cradled him, leaning against the cushioned side of the elaborate coffin. He would need to eat something soon. She would have to bathe him, dress him, take care of him as he gained his strength back. Where would they be then? WHAT would they be then?

Erik had taken care of her when she was lost and alone. He had lifted her soul back to life. Could she be what he needed? Could she care for him as intensely as he did her?

Christine considered that thought for a moment before realizing that her doubts stemmed from the character she had been forced to play. The quiet, shy, meak girl. It was not how she felt inside. She wanted to be free to perform, to act on her thoughts, to thrive without the constant pressure of denying her happiness...and if she had to pick anyone in her life to do that with, it had to be Erik. It would only be Erik. They would have to learn to leave behind the tenants of their upbringing in order to trust in themselves and in order for them to truly love each other.

She thought of the question she had once asked herself. Would Erik have ever revealed himself if Raoul had never become involved?

That answer was no...she wholly believed. Erik would never have revealed himself. He would have selflessly devoted his time, too ashamed of his own appearance to ever try to take her away from her life.

She stared down at him, enamored with the view of his slightly parted lips where his face was hidden against her neck. She wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not but the slight warmth emanating from him was like an ember of hope. She pulled him tighter to her, settling in against the plush coffin.

They would be alright.

EDIT: NOW ON A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/24638389

[letterstothemidnightsociety]

Previously On Supernatural Season 3, we had a really rock solid trio of episodes to kick us off right, so what does SPN do next? It’s gonna lay the groundwork for some spicy character development that may or may not pay off by the end of the season. Let's find out!

To be honest, I felt the next three episodes just sort of plateau? There’s enough nuggets in these three eps - “Sin City”, “Bedtime Stories”, and “Red Sky at Morning” - that it does feel like they’re setting up for something big but it’s taking too much time. If the season had been longer, I don’t know that I’d be complaining, because there’s SO much potential introduced with these character developments, but I know it’s gonna get cut off at the knees in the very near future. 2021 Me has been trained on what to expect from a short season, so half of my brain wants to give the show slack for Unexpected Circumstances, but the other half of my brain is shouting YOUR NOT DRIVING THE BUS FAST ENOUGH, YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT TO THE END OF THE LINE IN TIME!!!

And that’s maybe unfair because there really are some great nuggets in here. We’ve got “Sin City”, which is Dean’s episode. I mean, they’re ALL Dean’s episode, but this one more so than the other two in this post. Dean gets trapped with a demon who turns out to be...kinda...nice? In kind of a Stockholm Syndromey way I guess? She let’s Dean in on the fate that awaits him when his year long contract is up and it is NOT great. This isn’t the first time we see that there’s more to the demons than SPN has shown us in the past (hello, Ruby), but it is the first time Dean chills out enough to actually have a conversation with one. Dean doesn’t really get it, like he’s still not interested in getting out of his deal, but the fear gets planted, it just needs some time to grow. Oh, also, the Colt Ex Machina is back in action, so that's important.

This dumb bitch thinks he can fool us with that devil-may-care side glance but he caaaan't

But then we get “Bedtime Stories”, the Sam episode, where Sam learns...to let go? That’s the point of this episode right? It’s about letting go of someone before that person becomes too toxic and dangerous? At least, that’s the lesson that Dean wants Sam to take away from this case. But Sam will NOT learn this lesson, so instead he tries to cancel Dean’s deal by killing the crossroads demon who wrote it. Spoiler Alert: it doesn't work.

And then we get “Red Sky At Morning”, which opens and closes with some heavy emotional baggage, but then is stuffed full of fun. Like, this episode ricochets wildly in terms of Feelings, but then that’s probably what we should expect from SPN. I mean, what show have I been watching for 3 seasons now?

Fun Facts guys: I’m a tired Millenial, and swapping DVD discs was too much work so I switched over to watching this season on Netflix and GUESS WHAT???? THESE EPISODES COME WITH A SUICIDE WARNING!?!?!

They're not wrong.

And like, if that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about this season I don’t know WHAT will. Cuz Dean is absolutely suicidal and I am surprised (??) I guess (???) by how much the show acknowledges that. Or I guess, surprised by how much Netflix acknowledges that. It’s something that I did not...pick up on the first go around on season 3, possibly because I was 19 and I was an idiot and found this sort of emotional vulnerability to be endearing. Listen, I know there’s a lot to be said about the producers of the show making...umm…poor decisions in regards to character developments? But if the target demographic of this show was anything like me - and I suspect they were - then the viewers were also...probably...responding inappropriately to some of those character developments. And here’s the thing - I’m looking at this from 12 years in the future, with 12 years worth of real life drama that makes the heavy handed melodrama of television feel...well, heavy handed. Maybe irresponsible? Certainly a little uncomfortable. Big Me is having A Time confronting Little Me’s taste in TV Characters. It’s one thing to have a kink, Little Me, it’s another thing to romanticize suicidal depression.

And hey, I can’t deny that the character development for Dean makes sense. I actually appreciate that the show is thinking through the world and the relationship dynamics that they’ve built and the toll that these misadventures are having on their main characters. These episodes all get bookended by Impala Fights where Sam keeps pushing Dean to give a shit about his own life and Dean responds with an inability to care. That’s just where he is right now, and I get that. We’re early in the season still. But how will the rest of the season handle this? I honestly can’t remember but I also don’t want this to be a throw-away issue that they use to remind us that Dean’s supposed to die at the end of the season. I’m prob gonna come back to this throughout the season because I ~just~want~this~show~to be~repsonsiblllllleeeeeeeeeeee.

Lol, I know, that’s a lot to ask from the CW.

ON TO MORE FUN THINGS!!

Sam is gettin’ reeeeeallll bitchy in these episodes and #1, I love it, Bitchy Sam 5Ever, but also #2, was this supposed to be the sign that Sam was going darkside? Like, he’s snarky, he’s angry, he’s not pulling any punches and that could just be him reacting to his brother’s situation but it could also be….you know...him...becoming slightly...evil? For instance in “Sin City”, he kills the two demons who kidnapped Dean without even thinking. On the one hand, this is the Winchester MO, they kill demons, that’s their job, but on the other hand, Dean is actively telling Sam to stop. Same deal in “Bed Time Stories” - Sam kills the crossroads demon in cold blood (or maybe viscera). Again, we could blame this on instinct - the Winchesters were brought up to do exactly this - but 1) Dean keeps telling Sam not to and 2) that’s not Sam. This show spent 2 seasons telling us that Sam is the Good Brother, the White Hat, the Touchy-Feely One. This is not the Touchy Feely Sam who reasons with ghosts and falls in love with werewolves. Like, everyone else sees it too, right? Also, he is usually very nice to everyone but he is a REAL BITCH to Gertrude in “Red Sky at Morning.” Like, come on, Sam, she just wants to have a nice time. She is OLD. You really think she’s got what it takes to climb that tree?

Honestly, how tall are this lady's heels?

I know that there was a plan for Sam to start Turning in this season before the show’s episode order got slashed due to the Writer’s Strike. And man, I really would have liked to have seen this play out. Like, first season Sam is the Innocent, right? He’s our stand in for the viewer in those first few episodes and then he’s revealed to be kind of the only thing that went right in the lives of both John and Dean, so Baby Must Be Protected at All Costs. The fact that John ultimately lets Sam go off to college and doesn’t contact him for the next four years says to me that on some level, John felt the need to preserve that innocence, that kind of untouched quality Sam has. Dean is very similar - whenever Sam gets too into the job, Dean calls him out on it. So in the second season when we find out that Sam might be evil, it’s a real punch in the gut, for Dean most of all. But then the show admittedly got bored with that storyline and it didn’t really go anywhere. So whereas Dean has personality in SPADES that fluctuates and changes and develops/maybe just gets more intense as the show goes on, Sam remains that kind of blank slate that the viewer can put their face on. Except now we’re in season three, and if you’ve bought into this show, then you’ve bought into it, so the audience doesn’t need a Blank Slate Sam anymore. And if you start with Sam the Innocent and then introduce the idea of Dark!Sam and then just leave that concept hanging, then isn’t this sort of like Checkov’s Evil Sam? If you introduce Evil Sam in the first act you really ought to deliver on Evil Sam by act three, right? Wouldn’t that have been A+ and Wild? Wouldn’t that have made Sam’s arc and emotional struggles over the previous seasons have more weight?

Will this be resolved in later seasons? Maybe. I’m gonna be honest, this is the last season I watched all the way through and seasons 4 through...like, 8 were real touch and go for me. I know that Sam ultimately is revealed to be a vessel for??? The devil??? And Dean is ultimately revealed to be a vessel for??? Michael??? And then the two of them???? Fight to the death???? Point is, season 5 got weird guys and I’m not there yet.

Back to more fun things! You know what guys?? I think I ship Dean and Bela. I’m...almost ashamed to admit it? Like, I remember Little Me watching this season and just dumping on Bela, I HATED her, but this time? I am 1,000% On Board This Ship. Like, there is an alternate universe somewhere where these two got a spinoff show that ran for 6 seasons and I watched EVERY episode. And then, like, 5 years after it ended, they rebooted it with Dean and Bela’s grown up daughter as the lead and the whole OG cast makes cameos over the three seasons it stays on the air and it’s amazing. I’d own both shows on DVD.

What I like about Bela this time around (and again, I am WILDLY surprised about this development), is that she can dish it just as hard as the Winchesters can. Like, every line Dean throws at her she holds up a mirror to say, “Oh yes, I know the Kettle is black, but what color are you, Pot?” and I’m just continually thrilled. She is also just as damaged as Dean is but somehow channeling it into a healthier way? Like, she’s true Chaotic Neutral, which is not necessarily healthy, it’s just healthier than Dean. Or maybe it’s just that she’s better at managing it. In either case, they are HOT MESSES and I love it. I just love it. I know I complained about shoehorned romances but Ackles and Lauren Cohan just totally crush it in every scene and when Dean walks down the stairs all She’s All That in “Red Sky at Morning”, I yelled at the screen OMG just BONE already!!!!! And then like, 5 seconds later, Bela literally says “We should really have angry sex,” and it was probably the most vindicating moment I’ve had on this ride so far.

I just think they're neat!

WHY did we cancel her? WHY?? I don’t want to believe it was the Wincest again, so I’m gonna pretend that it wasn’t, but it was definitely fans. According to Kripke, Bela gets the axe at the end of this season because of the fan hatred of her. Now, I’ve already admitted that I personally held a grudge, but good Lord, what was wrong with us, as a Fandom? To be fair to me (and all of us), would we have felt differently if we had not been introduced to Jo a mere season earlier?? I'm gonna say yes. Although I had misgivings about Jo the first episode we meet her, by the end of season 2 I was certainly on her side. Working through season 3, I am remembering that, when we were introduced to Bela, I was immediately FURIOUS because WTF, WHERE’S JO? SPN just introduced to her. They just settled on a love interest for Dean and the writer’s just got me on board with that. Now they’ve completely done away with both that character AND that dynamic and you want me to get on board this NEW thing? And be excited about it??? So I'm gonna blame the love-interest-whiplash, combined with the fact that Little Me related my own personal self more to Jo than to Bela, that made me hate Bela in the first place. When you look at how quickly the show abandoned one character to introduce another character, it makes sense why fans got mad, but I’m also mad that we continued to hate Bela when she turned out to be such an A+ Frenemy. It makes me want to shout at the writers through the time void COMMIT TO A FEMALE CHARACTER YOU JAGWEEDS.

What’s wild watching this show now is just how Male it was, especially considering its audience was already skewed heavily female by this point in the series. If you made this show today, I don’t know that you could do that. Today, there’s a real push for balanced, diverse casts in programming, especially in sci-fi/fantasy and young adult. I think if SPN had started in 2021, they would have introduced the Harvell’s or Bela up in season 1, and that introduction would have been much more intentional. The benefit of having a shorter episode count as the standard is that there’s less of the “throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks” approach. Looking at it from 2021, reading snippets of interviews from Kripke, that’s definitely what they’re doing with the side characters in these seasons and you can feel that in Jo and Bela. A shorter season means that the storytelling has to be tighter, it can’t wander, so every decision has to be a load-bearing decision. On the other hand, one of the down sides of having a shorter episode count is the exact same thing - less room to throw stuff, less room to experiment. Heck, Bobby was technically a character they threw at the wall and he didn’t just stick, he became a tentpole character of the series. The only side character that actually made it into the series finale even!

So how much room should we be giving our television programs? I think it depends on the show, honestly. I think you have to decide up front if you want space to experiment, or if you have one, tight, compact story line that’s gonna drive viewers from episode 1 right through the finale without giving them the chance to catch their breath. You have to make the decision, but that doesn’t mean we have to stop making one style of show in favor of the other. Just because we’re in the Age of Streaming doesn’t mean there isn’t room enough for both.

[enduringsea]

( rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people! no skipping! ) / tagged by @yellowcrumpet​ ╭( ･ㅂ･)و )))

Thanks for the tag! I LOVE these things-- I don’t rlly have a playlist either though, just a mess of music files on a device I haven’t updated so I’ll be checking my YouTube history too lol. There’s a uhhh.... pattern to be found, mainly relating to Code Vein or other OCs.... which isn’t surprising ._. ;; I made it a separate post bc I knew this was going to get long and rambly with lyric snippets and crying about fictional characters, sorry :D

1. Repeat Until Death - Novo Amor don’t go / you’re half of me now / but i’m hardly stood proud / i said it, almost oh i’ve been low / but damn it i bet it don’t show / it was heaven a moment ago oh i can’t seem to let myself leave you / but i can’t breathe anymore This one gives me Loubeth vibes ok, partially bad end route ;-; While Elizabeth is a very strong person, her friends are the most prominent reason she tries to do anything at all & isn’t living day-to-day in a monotonous grind to survive without a solid purpose other than ‘help random ppl bc it’s the right thing to do’. If she loses them, it’d ruin her & hammers into her head how everything she’s ever done has been a failure. She suffered a major betrayal by her boss before the Collapse, she was unable to fully participate in proj. queen despite her incredible test results, she failed to defeat Cruz and take her blood during Operation Queenslayer, and if she fails to protect the people she’s finally found meaning with? She’d break down completely & destroy herself to save them. She’s always had some level of abandonment issues, and without her family around it’s so much worse, even if it isn’t the most obvious because she’s generally seen as very well put together-- I really can’t express how much it would hurt her to lose Louis, Yakumo, and the others. She’s just not one to show just how bad it can truly get for her mentally and emotionally-- she’s resilient as hell, she’s been through hell repeatedly and survived it all, so it’s easy for others to assume she’s fine all things considered. It makes her feel weak and ashamed of herself if she shows any level of vulnerability, so she doesn’t; she swallows it down and is afraid of disappointing those who look up to her as a fighter and friend-- of course, no one at Home Base would blame her for being vulnerable, they all have their moments, Bethy just sets herself to such a high standard it’s difficult for her to talk about her own suffering in spite of how well-versed she is in getting her thoughts and feelings across otherwise. Louis is the one most keen to how deeply she’s hurting, but he doesn’t understand just how deeply until she finally does fall apart. The final swell of the song and its desperate lyrics really relays the pain they both feel-- Louis too would not fare well if something happened to Elizabeth, because he blames himself she was even involved in Operation Queenslayer for a long time, I honestly did so bad in explaining coherently, this song just has so much emotion and hurt behind it adklfjdfdff </3

2. Looking Out For You - Joy Again this is a love song for a girl who will never know it’s about her she's beaming that smile / all the while i’m all tripped up on my own throat i guess there is no hope This song reminds me of Elizabeth & my friend’s character Takashi Fujioka, who gets-- vERY...FRIENDZONED, for lack of a better word, by Elizabeth in his story, it’s really summed up best as tragic (;﹏;) Before the Collapse they were hitting it off, then the Collapse happened, they were separated, he lost his sisters, Mido happened, he was experimented on + became a revenant, etc, etc; years have passed since then & she’s gotten her life together as much as one can in a world like Vein, but for Takashi it’s like no time has passed at all. Elizabeth is subtly older in appearance, she’s been working w Lou & Co. for a long time; Loubeth blatantly have a connection, & rather than bringing up his feelings + making it awkward bc he values their friendships, he just kinda. chokes on them & does his best to help out the team. It doesn’t help he can’t even be jealous bc Louis is a really solid friend to him too, IT’S JUST A MESS OF A SITUATION & the death of what could have been if things were different.

3. Closer - Teagan And Sara ( no lengthy explanation for this one thank goodness, I’ve just been watching BoJack Horseman again and I really like some of the songs they add in, I like listening to this one on loop when mindlessly coloring something )

4. Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo  all I did was try my best / this the kind of thanks I get? they say these are the golden years / but I wish I could disappear ego crush is so severe / god, it's brutal out here I have it on a playlist for Elizabeth somewhere, not all of it applies to her but it reflects some of her struggles she has both before & after the collapse. She’s-- always kind of been a mess while under immense pressure + has serious self image issues, this song hits that side of her well. She’s been held to humanly impossible standards by both herself and her family bc frankly? She can reach them, she’s NOT exactly human. She was born into her position as a hunter & intends to keep it for as long as she lives (like revenants, her kind is very much ‘either gets killed or lives 5ever), even if some days she really feels how heavy the burden can be. She didn’t have a normal childhood and she’s fine with it for the most part, but it alienates her from most of her peers-- she never got to date anyone, never had a close group of friends, never went to parties that weren’t formals, etc., while she feels a little childish about it, she does envy ‘normal’ and understands the pressure she’s lived under her entire life has caused damage-- she has been exploited for her abilities, there’s just not much she can do about it but to keep going, rlly.

5. Freaks - Surf Curse  don't kill me / just help me run away from everyone  i need a place to stay / where i can cover up my face don't cry / i am just a freak / i am just a freak UhhhHHH this song really makes me think of Oliver Collins :D;; thank TikTok for showing it to me. It makes me think of how scared he was, of both the world and the revenants who captured him. The song’s use of the word ‘parasites’ really makes me think of Revenants and the BOR parasites XD I’m hoping when I poke my video editor again, I can record some Oliver footage to make a short video to this song. Oliver deserves so much better, I wish you could save him, but that’s what AUs are for, hahah.... The second half of the lyrics make me think of the AU I have where he lives and has to grapple with the guilt of surviving and the things he did to other revenants to get by too.

6. All Eyes On Me - Bo Burnham you say the ocean’s rising / like i give a shit you say the whole world’s ending / honey it already did you’re not gonna slow it / heaven knows you tried got it? good / now get inside I haven’t seen the Netflix special yet but I’ve had this song on repeat since my move started. The lyrics hit too hard & resonate with my existential dread, covid exhaustion, and extreme burnout in my 20s, but bc I have Damage I can also relate it to CV ._. ‘you’re not gonna slow it, heaven knows you tried. got it? good now get inside’ makes me think of--;; the bad end route again, and Elizabeth’s desperation to keep her found family together. It’s not like her to completely stop caring about an issue, but in the moment she realizes what’s being taken from her? She doesn’t want to save all of revenant-kind if it means she’s going to wind up alone all over again, her world is effectively over if she’s forced to be alone again. The MC frenzying means the only immediately identifiable hope she had of saving everyone else is gone, so why not just go home? If they’re all doomed, she wants to at least be together for a little while longer, it’s fine if they use her blood to survive & everyone else in the mist is out of luck, it’s soul-crushing bc I’ve never had her in a situation where she’s been this reckless, despondent/hopeless, and thinking irrationally where it’d impact more than herself-- especially when she’s normally goal-oriented, organized, meticulous, so on so forth: she’s not one to act without thinking something through first, but that last breath of light just got sucker-punched out of her. All she wants is home, comfort, and family, and ultimately in the bad end route she does manage to preserve their lives, maintain the mist, and supply blood beads, but her own condition leaves her on the throne-- it’s a mix of the bad, neutral, and true ending rlly ldkfjdf BUT YEAH enough rambling on that :D;; This song’s really good and touches a lot of different thoughts and ideas both in real life and my ocs, kind of embarrassing--;; thank u bo burnham for ruining me with this beautiful song

7. Yellow - Coldplay look at the stars / look how they shine for you / and everything you do your skin / oh yeah, your skin and bones / turn in to something beautiful do you know / for you I'd bleed myself dry Does this song make me think about JackEva? Yes. Yes it does. Star / night sky symbolism? Bam. Sappy lyrics about love and finding the person you’re with absolutely mesmerizing and worth dying for? BAM. If JackEva were capable of using their own blood to save each other, I can see it-- hJNGn they just care about each other so much, Jack cries for her even though they both knew that eventually one of them would succumb to their duty, and if the roles were reversed I can see Eva doing the same, I adore them beyond human language. On my CV RP blog, my Jack’s not shippable bc-- Eva, my friend even have them looking after his nephew (an oc--) at one point. I should seriously drop some headcanons down eventually....

8. Louder Than Thunder - The Devil Wears Prada  are we meant to be empty-handed? / i know i could, i could be better i don't think i deserve it / selflessness, find your way into my heart all stars could be brighter / all hearts could be warmer 

LMFAO throwback to my middle school playlist, I’m old-- I’ve applied this song to a lot of things back in the day, but I really connect it to Loubeth now, especially Louis. Lou & Bethy are both functional idiots who are too hard on themselves & have trouble recognizing their worth beyond what they can do for others. They’re trying to be better-- to make up for what they perceived wrongs they’ve done, but it’s hard, they don’t believe they’re worthy of the love and support the other gives, but they still yearn for that sense of security. After Louis’ memories are returned, he finally understands the guilt he’s felt since he became a revenant and it really skews his self-perception; he blames himself for so many things & Elizabeth, who has always been able to kill when necessary, sets it straight-- “It’s not your fault”, and it takes Louis some time to properly absorb that message. He thinks she’s just trying to comfort him, which she is tbh, but she’s not wrong: “It’s not your fault you couldn’t kill someone. It was never your job to kill anyone.” It’s up to people like her to do those sort of things-- Elizabeth may not have been present when Cruz frenzied, but if she had been? It would have been over before it started, that’s something she has regrets over, even if nothing could have been done since she was already on the field. Actually, she’s actually really quite angry that security failed to monitor Cruz properly and has a few select words for the ones there who could have actually done something before it got out of hand-- civilians and doctors are exempt from her shtlist bc they’re not meant to be killers (so don’t worry Artorias, she’s not ready to bite your head off!), but they had to have some kinda security detail rite o-q??? They’re probably hiding from her wrath-- BUT ANYWAY, she insists she’ll never blame Louis for not being able to do something as serious as killing another person. He was a normal human being who cared about his friend, not a failure, and he couldn’t have been expected to do something that shouldn’t have fallen on his shoulders in the first place. As many times as it takes, she’ll reaffirm that it wasn’t his fault, she’s not angry, he’s always done his best and her opinion of him hasn’t changed. He’s a good person and she loves him through all the hurt, though she doesn’t drop the word ‘love’ for a long time. It just-- takes Louis a while to accept she views him as someone worthy of the love and respect she has for him. It’s kind of ironic she’s so adamant on Louis not blaming himself considering she’s the one privately blaming herself for-- wow there’s too much to unpack, she feels guilty she was even born?? im so broken over these two. I love them and yet they SUFFER... 

9. What I’ve Done - Linkin Park i'll face myself / to cross out what i’ve become erase myself / and let go of what i’ve done today this ends / i'm forgiving what i’ve done

I have Louis Amamiya brainrot and I’m so glad I’m not the only one who thinks that this song fits him super well & it needs to become an AMV dsjfkldsfd. I’m a near life-long Linkin Park fan and this fits with Lou so well thematically. As much as I’ve gone on about Louis’ guilt, he does steel himself to keep going forward in spite of it and make things right, for everyone. Maybe it wasn’t really his fault, but at the end of the day his inability to kill Cruz in that moment left a disaster in its wake that got a countless number of people killed-- the MC included with Karen and Aurora. He doesn’t want to run away from the truth, doesn’t want to make excuses, he wants to take responsibility for it and he’ll work himself to death if it means things will be better-- it’s both admirable he’s got a strong resolve and VERY concerning with how willing he is to die for the cause, please don’t overdo it, Lou, you’ll break mine and Bethy’s hearts ._.;; It won’t always be easy, there are moments the grief gnaws at him, but in the end he does overcome it (and uh. as in the bad ending, we know he can actually do it this time). I know we can’t see everything, but I would have loved deeper character interactions, especially with Louis with an emphasis on grieving + forgiving himself properly-- but this song really is nice with the whole ‘I’m going to face my mistakes head on, forgive myself, and keep moving forward’. It’s what Louis deserves: self forgiveness and a damn break ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

10. Call of Silence - Hiroyuki Sawano you will know you're reborn tonight / must be rough but i’ll stay by your side even if my body's bleached to the bones / i don't want go through that ever again so cry no more / oh my beloved ngl idk if those are the correct lyrics, buuuuuuut....... im a weenie and am internally weeping abt loubeth after midnight, what else is new lmfao- i’ll at least try to be brief :D I also used to really like Attack on Titan when I was in high school, I dropped the anime years ago because I was waiting for s2 and never got back to it once it started airing again, I thought I’d finish it once the anime was complete since I eventually caught up with the manga, such a good series BUT ANYWAY-- I think it’s a really pretty song and Loubeth fit with the tender lyrics. IT’S LATE, idk what to say about them other than what I’ve said already dsklfjdslf im sorry I really ramble a LOT and I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had the chance to >w>;;

[awesomenightfall]

[’til death]

Haven’t written in 5ever and this is my first time writing Furuba ficlet! Rated PG, Ritsu/Mitsuru, Ayame/Mine, some mentioned others. Unbeta’d. 1,887 words.

With Ayame’s wedding looming, Mitsuru thinks, not for the first time, that they should definitely elope.

---

The invitation to the Sohma/Kuramae wedding was so big, so bedazzled and lace filled, that it had to be hand delivered to Mitsuru’s doorstep because it was too enormous to fit into the mailbox.

It was more box shaped than a standard paper invitation, Mitsuru observed, and knowing the ostentatious nature of her boyfriend’s relative, she wouldn’t have been surprised if live doves flew into her face when she opened it.

This was even fancier, if possible, than Ayame's baby announcement from the prior year. The pink lace monstrosity had taken a lot of people by surprise, but Ritsu sobbed hysterical happy tears for “Ayame-’niisan” and knitted no less than 12 pairs of baby socks for his new little cousin.

The older Sohma relatives were apparently not as impressed with the gaudy announcement or the out-of-wedlock baby girl that Ayame had brought into the world. The whole thing had been "Terribly scandalous," Ritsu's mom told her in a stage whisper, clutching her metaphorical pearls, "a baby before marriage and with his employee, no less… his mother almost had a nervous breakdown."

Her first thought: Wow. Rich people sure do things differently.

Her second thought: Am I going to have to see The Spawn of Satan - Shigure-sensei - at this wedding?

Ritsu, the sensitive, romantic soul that he was, was already blinking back tears by the time she pulled the velvet invitation out.

“I’m so happy for Ayame-’niisan and Mine-san. They’re such a kind, wonderful couple,” Ritsu sniffled, pausing from his knitting. He was curled up on her worn brown couch underneath an old blanket, hands working diligently at the tiny mittens he was knitting for one of his relatives' upcoming babies. They were adorable, of course, with a kitten motif in soft orange. “And it will be so good to see Hatori-’niisan and Shigure-’niisan again!”

Mitsuru shivered violently at the mention of her old boss. It was a Pavlovian response at this point and no amount of therapy in the world would help her work through it. Her worst fears were confirmed: she was definitely going to have to see Shigure-sensei and she was definitely going to have to be on her best behavior in front of Ritsu’s parents and relatives.

Ritsu lifted the blanket, looking concerned. “Mitsuru-san, are you cold? You should come under here before you get sick.”

She smiled to herself as she slid next to him. In the five years they had been dating, Ritsu had come a long way in terms of shyness and self confidence. He still asked if it was okay to kiss her and he blushed from neck to navel at the thought of anything beyond an innocent smooch, but they had gotten past the “apologize hysterically for holding her hand too long” stage and that in itself was a miracle. 

“You’re so cold,” Ritsu said softly, setting the knitting needles down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He tucked her into the blanket next to him and took her hands in his, rubbing them for warmth. “Maybe we should plan a trip to my mother’s hot spring resort sometime soon, they’re the best in the winter. And she would love to see you, she’s always asking for you.”

Mitsuru rested her head on his slender shoulder and took this opportunity to stealthily stare at him. He was so cute, she thought. Beautiful, even with his cropped hair and more masculine clothing. And he was so darn sweet, always worried about her, worried if she was working too hard, if she had enough to eat, if her new clients were treating her right. 

She had always thought she would die alone in her house surrounded by Shigure’s unfinished manuscripts with only cats to keep her company; Mitsuru never thought she could be so happy.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, catching her gaze with his own. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Do you not want to see my family? You -- you don’t have to, I mean. I don’t want to pressure you. Are you too warm? Do you want me to--?”

She put her fingers to his lips, shushing him. “Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you.”

Her words had their intended effect and Ritsu nearly shot off the couch in embarrassment. “N-no no no no, Mitsuru-san! I’m the one that’s lucky to have you!” he babbled, face red. “I’m not --”

Mitsuru cut him off with a gentle kiss; the most effective way, she learned over the years, to stop his self deprecating apologies. “Ritsu,” she said with a smile. “I love you.”

Immediately his eyes glistened, even though he had heard this from her hundreds of times before. It never failed to make him emotional and it was infectious -- Mitsuru could feel her throat tighten at the look of gratitude on his face. “Thank you,” Ritsu said quietly, hugging her to him tightly. “I love you, too. And I’ll work so hard to make you happy.”

They sat in silence for a long while, enjoying the company and warmth.

“Weddings are nice, aren’t they?” Ritsu asked, somewhat hesitantly, not quite looking at her. “Being married must be wonderful.”

Mitsuru wondered if he was feeling her out on the subject. She knew he was getting some pressure from his family on proposing and while it was amusing, she didn’t want him to stress too badly. There was only so much knitting and yoga he could do to stave off a freakout. “I think so, too.”

“Y-you do?”

“Of course,” she said, snuggling closer. “To be with the person you love every day -- is there anything better?”

He let out a quiet, “Oh,” but said nothing further, only kissing the top of her head absently, looking deep in thought.

As the comfortable silence returned and she drifted off, a thought so horrifying nearly jolted her from Ritsu’s embrace:

If Ritsu and I get married, does that mean I’ll be related to Shigure-sensei?

The things people do for love, she thought with a heavy sigh, and let herself succumb to sleep.

---

The Sohma clan in its entirety was overwhelming, to say the least. The grounds of the complex were decked out with an explosion of flowers, beautiful against the autumn backsplash. There were gazebos and arches and tables upon tables of food, alcohol, and desserts that spanned as far as the eye could see.

Mitsuru recognized a lot of Ritsu’s relatives -- mostly the ones that had once lived at Shigure’s house -- so she didn’t feel entirely out of place. Shigure had yet to make an appearance because of course he would be fashionably late, even to his best friend’s wedding.

“Mitsuru-san, you look beautiful,” Ritsu said at her side. “I love your dress.”

“Oh? Thank you.” She didn’t even bother to hide how pleased she was that Ritsu thought so. The black, long sleeved cocktail dress has been a safe choice and not nearly as lovely as the kimonos Ritsu once donned, so it was nice to know it made an impression. “Is your suit warm enough? It’s a bit chilly out.”

He squeezed her hand. “Oh no, I’m fine. If you get cold, I brought an extra shawl in the car.”

How was it possible, Mitsuru thought as they walked towards familiar faces, that this angel shared DNA with Shigure?

Ayame’s brother, Yuki, looked resplendent in a dark gray suit but, well, the pinched look of stress sort of ruined the ambience.

“Bets on if you think Aya-’nii is going to wear a wedding dress?” another Sohma relative, the one with black and white hair, asked.

“He would look so good in one!” a blond, perky Sohma replied. He paused from digging into a huge plate of desserts. “Do you think they’re wearing matching dresses?”

Yuki looked pained. “Please, don’t even breathe life into those words. My mother is already having an aneurysm at the whole situation.” 

The redheaded one -- Kyou, Mitsuru remembered -- handed Yuki a very full glass of champagne. Yuki took it gratefully and immediately started imbibing. “Kind of serves her right, don’t you think?” Kyou asked with a snort. “She bitched and moaned about him not being married before. Well, wish granted.”

A very pregnant Tohru beamed up at Yuki. Her hand cradled her round belly, a modest gold ring twinkling on her slender finger. “I think it’s wonderful. I can’t wait to see what Ayame-san and Mine-san wear!”

“Are you okay?” Kyou asked her, a protective hand on the small of her back. “Are you tired? Do you want to go sit down?”

Yuki rolled his eyes good naturedly, turning to Mitsuru and Ritsu. At least something was distracting him from his existential dread. “He’s only gotten worse since the pregnancy. I’m surprised this idiot hasn’t implanted a GPS chip into her neck so he can keep track of everything Tohru is doing at all times. It’s borderline obsessive.”

Yuki’s girlfriend - Machi? - gave him an even look. “As if you’re one to talk. Who is the one browsing baby websites at 2am and reading all the reviews to make sure Honda-san only has the safest baby toys?”

“Thank you, Yuki!” Tohru trilled over Kyou’s protests. “You’re so kind.”

Before Yuki could retort, the lights dimmed. A literal orchestra started playing as Mine -- wearing a breathtaking lace and crystal ball gown with a hoop skirt that would put Victorian novels to shame -- slowly walked down the aisle. Mitsuru could hear Ritsu sniffling and she immediately handed him some tissues from her purse.

Before anyone could inquire where Ayame was, the music stopped. The spotlights zoomed in on one of the temporary partitions that separated the food area from the reception area. 

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Yuki muttered. “‘Niisan kept mentioning a ‘surprise’.”

Hatori, arguably the one sane person at this event, clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Just remember… this will be over soon and we can all go back to ignoring him.”

The partitions slowly opened to reveal Ayame -- not wearing a dress, to his credit, but a white tunic and pants outfit that looked like it belonged to an Arabian king-- in a lavish, horse drawn carriage, baby tucked in one arm, being pulled down the aisle. He waved benevolently to his subjects with his free hand and then blew a kiss to Yuki and then to his future wife.

“Please repress my memories of this night, Hatori,” Yuki said miserably. “It’s the least you can do for making me come.”

“Yuki, your mom fainted,” Hatsuharu said helpfully.

“Holy. Shit,” Kyou said.

Yuki grabbed an entire bottle of champagne from the nearby waiter. “I formally renounce the Sohma name and am now an orphan.”

Ritsu wiped at his eyes, passing a tissue to an emotional Tohru. “What a beautiful wedding. I can’t wait to see what they have planned next!”

“I hate this family,” Yuki said and honestly? 

Mitsuru couldn’t blame him.

---

“Ritsu,” Mitsuru said a few hours later, once they were back in the safe haven of her house, “let’s elope.”

Ritsu dropped all of the plates he was washing with a loud crash, hands pressed to his burning cheeks. His voice went up at least three octaves. “Elope--? As in-- marriage?? Mitsuru-san???”

Elopement would be perfect, she thought happily. 

The further away... the better.

[izraphaels]

good evening wonderful people im here to tell you all that i had a huge brain idea over on twitter recently and i wanted to share because my pals over there liked it, so heres an idea:

Let’s Ship Knight-Paladin Gelebor with Miraak.

(and if this is already a thing please do not clown on me)

“jules” you will say. “this is madness. what brings you to consider this”

Well . (it was a literal shower thought, but apart from that--)

I typed a whole fucking thing and put it under a readmore because it was nuts long. but you can read it

but even if you don’t just know this has been, uh, what’s been occupying mine and, a few, of my, mutuals’ brains lately, so, uh,, thumbs up and subscribe,,,

anyways

imagine perhaps a miraak that has managed to leave apocrypha. maybe perhaps thanks to a friendly dragonborn

miraak goes, “well. what do i do now.” since his friendly dragonborn friend doesn’t let him commit war crimes on literally all of tamriel as he pleases

Guard: Heard they're reforming the Dawnguard. Vampire hunters or something, in the old fort near Riften. Might consider joining up myself. Miraak: Oh, worm?

miraak is capital-b Bored. why not.

listen, imagine the fucking splendiferous glory that would be serana and (a slightly tamed) miraak interacting

miraak responds to serana’s complaining by going on a three page long dismissive monologue

serana responds to miraak being catty by setting his robes on fire

they become best friends 5ever because, like, of course they do

and then they reach Gelebor

Gelebor: For the thousands of years I've served as the Chantry's sentinel, there hasn't been a single visitor here for any other reason. Gelebor: Even with Vyrthur gone and the Inner Sanctum destroyed, my duty as a Knight-Paladin of Auri-El remains. I've been sworn to protect this vale and everything it represents until I die. Gelebor: For the time being I will remain here, on the overlook and continue trying to keep the Sanctum free of the Betrayed. You're always welcome to return here at any time, of course. Miraak:

.

nope

this cannot stand

miraak will Not stand by and see another person fall to the same Bullshit Con he fell for

even if it’s a fucking elf

Miraak: You’re coming with us. Gelebor: Beg pardon?

Serana: ...Wwwwwhat are you talking about Miraak: What. You think I’m just gonna leave him? Serana: ...Yes? Miraak: Well I won’t. Serana: Serana: Serana: Is it because you think he’s cute? Miraak, without moving a single facial muscle, suddenly red like a tomato: No.

Miraak: Listen. Auri-El will forgive you stepping outside for a little bit Miraak: I mean, your brother just died Miraak: Alsoakatoshisapunkassbitch Gelebor: What was that? Miraak: Nothing

and meanwhile, chez gelebor’s (kudos to knight_paladins for inspo for this specific bit bit)

Gelebor’s inner thought process: This dipshit hates Auri-El. Gelebor’s inner thought process: He distrusts him. Gelebor’s inner thought process: He feels... failed by him. Gelebor’s inner thought process: Gelebor’s inner thought process: Gelebor’s inner thought process: Gelebor’s inner thought process: REDEMPTION? ON MY DOORSTEP?

it’s more likely than you think

And then uhhh (checks notes) they become inseparable companions who argue all the time but eventually compromise more and more and find out they actually do, genuinely, like each other, and then they Fall in Love and it’s really gross and serana regrets everything because she has never third wheeled more in her life and it’s really awks to confront your dad’s evil deeds with two four thousand year old guys pining over each other as your backup and it is grand.

anyway i hope you enjoyed :)