#Who knows I might try again some day it was fun for awhile

[elisedonut]

one nice thing about youtube i'm noticing lately is i keep seeing like random newly posted videos from very small channels on the main page

that is very good

very nice

[cheri-2047]

Helloooo do you write for aventurine from hsr?

If you do, would it be possible to request an aventurine x gn reader where he tries to comfort the reader who has religious trauma? If that's a little too complicated then something like aven trying to comfort the reader when they were suddenly reminded about their trauma from parents.

I'm really just desperately trying to make myself feel better 😭 anw the decision is still up to you <3 I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope that you stay safe and healthy, take care!! 💞💐

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 I LOST MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING 😞😞 I’d love to write this for you but I’m not so sure on what religious trauma is so I focused on reader getting triggered by their parents instead, I hope that’s okay. Please don’t hesitate to comment if I mischaracterized him, this is based off what I see online since I don’t play hsr, thank you!

Aventurine comfort:

TAGS: slight mentions of self harm, hair pulling (out of stress) angst, fluff and comfort at the end

CHARACTERS: Aventurine

You were on your way home after meeting up with your parents. It’s been awhile since you last saw them so you thought you’d pay them a visit.

They welcomed you with open arms and were very glad that you came over, your mother excitedly sharing new stories of what’s happened while you moved away and your father just simply listening to you two.

Everything was smooth sailing, you had fun with them, sharing laughs and all until it all went down the drain.

“haha…” you chuckled it off. You hated hearing about the incident that had happened. Your parents brushed it off by now as a joke, but to you it was anything BUT that.

you continued to catch up to them, holding up a smile to get away the memories that ran through your brain.

stop stop stop

You clenched your hands tightly, continuing to laugh along with the “jokes” your parents made. You couldn’t stop thinking about it now, everything that happened, everything that you worked so hard to forget, all of it GONE just because of a few simple words.

“I might be home a bit late sweetheart, please don’t stay up waiting for me. Love you”

Your phone buzzed, a message from your boyfriend, Aventurine.

perfect.

You took this to your advantage, deciding it was a good excuse.

“Ah I need to go home, sorry mama, urgent things at work.”

You made a white lie. You knew it was a bad thing to lie, it would make you a sinner, but you would do anything right now to get away from that so called ‘home’

“I hope you visit again, we love you”

Your father kissed you on the forehead, before both waving off.

You quickly shuffled to your car, driving as fast as you can away from your parent’s home. You were thankful for your boyfriend’s text, not only can you have alone time but you also were able to lie with getting home.

You drove faster, the music louder, anything to try and get the flooding memories away. You clenched the wheel tightly, taking rough turns, completely ignoring your surroundings.

shut up shut up shut up shut up

please.

You reached your home, running to your bedroom, your safe place.

You opened the television, had your snacks around you and all but for some reason, nothing would work. The thoughts still lingered at the back of your mind, the unspoken memories, the things you’ve tried to hard to forget.

Little did you know, you ended up spiraling. Your eyes on the TV, your mind elsewhere. It all came back too quickly, too much for you, the way you were treated, the rules you were forced to have, the life you so desperately wanted to escape, and it felt like you were back. “…y/n… y/n? Hey hey-“

you got started by the sound, only to realize you had been pulling your hair a lot,

“ah- y-you’re back earl-“

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, Aventurine pulled your hands away from your hair,

“Shh, shh… there there”

he rubbed his hand on your back, you leaned into his touch, before looking down to see blood on your fingernails. “What happened?”

Aventurine pulled away, cupping your cheeks and rubbing your hand, careful not to touch the skin you picked.

You didn’t even notice it, but you were crying. You had tears run down your face as if your eyes were waterfalls.

“I visited my parents today”

“mh…did they do anything?”

“they just…mentioned something and I got triggered and started spiraling I guess…”

as you spoke, aventurine started to wrap some bandages around your fingers.

“What did they say?”

(cutting this part off here so you can like…. Explain to him ykyk. He doesn’t know much of your trauma so u explain that you went through that before)

“Oh sweetheart…”

he wiped your tears and kissed you on the cheek, before hugging you and hurrying your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know that’s ever happened, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to remember…”

he frowned and pulled you closer,

“I’m sorry…. If you’re up to going to your parents again, I’ll be here to accompany you. If you don’t, then that’s alright, I understand.”

he kisses the top of your head multiple times, hoping to sooth you with his affection.

He intertwined his hand with yours as he continues to speak reassuring words. “I am always here for you, alright my dearest? If you feel triggered by anything ever again, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m never ‘too busy’ for you or any of that. I love you”

you smile as he tells you how he has your back and how he will never leave and swear to always protect you. As you stop crying, he starts to clean up the snacks you left and comes back with more of your favorite foods.

“I got some before I left work”

he chuckles, lying next to you on the bed as you two stayed in the comfort of each others arms.

“I love you, I always will and I will never stop.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away to see your smile, which makes him smile as well.

A/N: OKAY… so I tried to make it like him as much as I could, I think he’s the type to gen take things seriously in scenarios like this, and the part where he like… pushes(?) your head to his neck for comfort, that means a lot since I hc him to not like being touched there or anyone touching him there either, so yeah. Thanks for requesting and I hope this is ok!! Comments are appreciated (for tips, if I mischaracterized or just to say hi) I hope ure okay dude, if you want more of these feel free to request

[ladykailitha]

Batshit Soulmates Part 6

The second one today. I'm trying to get through my backlog because I have almost twenty chapters that are finished and ready to be posted. And that isn't counting the fact that with my daily goal of 400 words a day, I'm definitely going to have more than that the longer it takes for me to post.

This here is my schedule for the next two weeks, but as I said, since I'm always writing, that "return to one chapter a day" on the 11th? That's probably a pipe dream. So I might end up adding a fourth day to my posting schedule so that I can at least put out a chapter a week for each of my WIPs.

We'll see.

For this chapter we have fun times at the Wheelers (heavy sarcasm), that talk and a cliffhanger? Yeah, a cliffhanger.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1| Pt 2|Pt 3|Pt 4|Pt 5|

****

They had been traveling awhile when Eddie decided to get the lay of the land by getting higher.

Which was great in theory until he saw the vast expanse of...shit he didn’t even know how to describe it other than evil. And it stretched as far as he could see.

He turned around to get back down when Nancy called out.

“Don’t step on the vines!”

Eddie froze. “Uh what now?”

“They’re connected to the Upside Down,” she said with a huff.

Eddie looked to Steve to translate.

“They’re part of a hive mind,” Steve explained. “You step on a vine and basically you’re stepping on Vecna and basically everything else in this hell hole.”

“Shit!” Eddie hissed as he tried to come up with a way to get down without waking up the whole Upside Down to their presence.

“I was thinking that now would probably be a good time to get my guns,” Nancy murmured.

Eddie finally decided that fuck it, he was just going to by pass all the vines jump down.

He landed deftly on his feet and as he pulled up his jeans a little he said, “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns at your house? Guns as in plural?”

Robin pointed excitedly at her. “I know, isn’t she bad ass?”

“I have a Russian pistol,” Nancy said with a cock of her head, “and a revolver.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “You almost shot me with that one.”

Nancy smiled back and with a teasing lilt to her voice replied, “And you almost deserved it.”

TWAP!

Steve stepped back with the force of a denim vest being thrown in his face. He looked up at Eddie in shock.

“For your modesty, dude.”

Steve looked down at the vest in confusion. “Wha–”

Just then there was great big roar and the ground shook. Robin tumbled into Eddie and Steve barely managed to catch Nancy before elbowed him in the side.

Steve and Nancy were able to keep on their feet but Robin and Eddie fell to the ground.

Eddie looked at Robin and then back at where the noise came from.

“Guns are really starting to sound good right now,” Eddie muttered.

Robin looked back at him and nodded. “Oh yeah.”

Eddie was rubbing his shin as Robin’s heel had kicked it on her way down but his brain turned off when he saw Steve walk by as he pulled on Eddie’s vest.

Shit. He had miscalculated on that one. He hadn’t wanted Nancy Wheeler to ogle his soulmate but he didn’t take in the fact on how hot Steve would look wearing his battle vest. He only barely managed to help Robin to her feet before he was hoping forward to catch up with Steve.

His little lizard brain lighting up with, “Hot boy! Must follow hot boy now,” as his feet danced around the vines to be by Steve’s side.

And just maybe Steve wanted it too, because as Eddie fell in step next to him, Steve blushed and ducked his head.

Eddie grinned up at him as they made their way through the darken forest of the Upside Down.

****

Eddie kept looking over at Steve, who was looking like he had merely taken a tumble in gym instead of being eaten alive.

And yeah that was hot, it was also worrying as fuck. Eddie was starting to think that maybe Steve wasn’t a dick, the dude was just traumatized.

Robin and Nancy walked slower behind them to give them some privacy. Finding your soulmate in the middle of the end of the world, again, sucked.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for saving my ass back there,” Steve said, softly.

Eddie bumped their shoulders together. “You saved your own ass, man. What you did there was very Ozzy.”

“Who?” Steve asked, confused.

“Ozzy Osborn? Black Sabbath?” Eddie prompted. Steve’s confusion only deepened. “He bit the head off a bat on stage.”

“Wha?” Steve said, rearing his head back. “I don’t know you’re talking about.”

Eddie smiled faintly. “It’s okay. All I was saying that that was a very metal thing you did back there.”

“And metal is...good?” Steve asked, unsure.

Eddie chuckled. “Very.”

“Thanks,” Steve said, grateful the dirt and grim of the Upside Down hid his blush.

They walked on for a few moments in silence. “I was so jealous of you, by the way.”

Steve reared back his head. “Me? Why?”

“Dustin talks about you all the time, man,” Eddie said. “Like all the time. Never shuts up about you, in fact. The kid worships the ground you walk on. Called you a badass on more than one occasion.”

Steve scoffed. “Dustin thinks I’m badass?”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie said thoughtfully. “I think I just couldn’t accept that Steve Harrington was a good dude, you know? Rich parents, popular, good with girls, not a douche? There was no way. It just flies in the face of life, the universe, and everything. Including my very own Munson doctrine.” He twisted the rings on his fingers nervously.

Steve reached out and gently took his hand.

Eddie took a deep breath and let out it slowly. “I’m still jealous because you’re the real deal. I’m learning that outside DnD, I’m no hero. I see danger and I turn and run. Or at least that’s what I discovered about myself this week.”

Steve squeezed his hand. “Hey, give yourself a break. There was nothing you could have done about Chrissy, okay?”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “The truth is that if those two ladies hadn’t dived in after you, I would still be up in that boat. I don’t know how you managed to get the loyalty of two of the smartest girls in school, especially with one of them being your ex, but holy shit dude. Nancy just dived in no hesitation.”

But before Steve could answer another rumble ripped through the Upside Down.

“Jesus!” Steve hissed as Eddie said, “Here we go again!”

They clutched each other as they struggled to remain on their feet. Steve looked up at Eddie and his breath stopped in his chest, tightening like a vice.

They were so close that Steve could taste their mingled breathes. He yearned to just lean forward and–

Robin tapped his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get to Nancy’s before another quake hits us.”

****

When they got to Nancy’s room, their hope for salvation turned to ash like the dust falling from the sky.

“What do you mean they don’t exist?” Eddie hissed.

Nancy looked like she was going to cry. “The Upside Down is stuck in 1983. Most likely the day Will vanished and I didn’t get my guns until after.”

Even Robin looked disappointed at not being about to see Nancy’s guns.

It truly seemed like all was lost when Steve suddenly stopped.

“Holy shit!” he cried. “Can you hear that?”

Nancy and Robin shared a glance.

“Hear what?” Nancy asked.

“Dustin!” Steve said happily. “I can hear Dustin! And Lucas! And Max!” He giggled.

“It’s like they in the walls!”

Eddie grimaced. The pain must be really getting to the guy if he was hallucin–

But then he could hear it too. Steve and Eddie shared a look and they turned, booking it for the door.

They thundered down the stairs and they noticed the golden light glittering around the chandler.

But now the girls could hear the kids too. It sounded like they were in trouble.

All four them were drawn to the light. It was warm and comforting. And god, Eddie couldn’t stop touching the light.

“It’s warm,” he muttered.

The other three reached up and touched the glittering glow. Steve and god, how Steve seemed to watch to reach out to him as well.

“Does anyone know Morse code?” Nancy asked, trying to figure out how to communicate with the right side up.

Steve shook his head and even Robin wasn’t clueless.

Eddie licked his lips. “Um...does SOS count?”

Nancy nearly screamed at him, but let Eddie do his thing. They managed to communicate with Dustin, Erica, and Max, who had somehow gotten themselves under house arrest. Or whatever the hell the cops wanted to call keeping children against their will.

They managed to find a way to communicate with them through Holly’s LiteBrite. And so Dustin rambled at a million miles per hour about gates and murders and Vecna.

“Does anyone understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy asked.

Everyone shook their heads. So she simply sent back a single question mark.

“How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys trust me?” Dustin screamed.

Steve sighed. “Jesus Christ, this kid has to get his ego in check.”

Eddie leaned over so that he could talk to Steve around Nancy.

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie asked.

“Yes!” Steve agreed, happy that he had someone who understood what a menace Dustin was at the best of times.

Basically it boiled down to needing to get to the nearest gate. Eddie’s trailer.

“Which great and all,” Eddie huffed. “But let me tell you, Forest Hills is no easy walk from here.”

Nancy looked around at them like they were stupid. “The kids left their bikes here. There should be four of them in the garage.”

Steve rolled his eyes. But they all dutifully followed her out to the garage.

The bikes were tiny. God, are they minuscule. They all climbed onto the bikes and rode all the way to the trailer park.

And if Eddie hung back to watch Steve’s ass all the way there... fuck you, no he didn’t. The view didn’t hurt, though.

They made it his trailer and they laid down the bikes in front of it. Eddie began to shake. Frozen in fear. He couldn’t go back in there. They couldn’t make him.

They could find another ga–

Suddenly there was a warm hand on his shoulder. “I know you don’t want to go in there. But we need to get back to the Right Side Up, breathing the shit down here isn’t good for you.”

Eddie gulped, but nodded.

“I’ll be right beside you,” Steve continued softly. “If you need to, take my hand.”

Eddie instantly latched on to Steve’s hand as he led the group into the Upside Down version of Eddie’s home.

He stumbled a bit as he saw the great, big, red, pulsating...wound.

“Shit!” he whispered, a little awed and a lot scared. “That’s where she died. Like right where she died.”

Steve squeezed his hand gently. “I’m sorry, Eds. We just need to find a way to contact the kids and get us out of here, okay?”

Eddie looked around at his home and just wanted to cry. Nothing was where it was supposed to be and yet exactly where it was supposed to be. And that really fucked with his head.

Nancy looked up at the gate. “It’s too high. There’s no way we can get to it without help.”

Steve and Robin looked around trying to see it there was something that could be used to pry it open from below.

Eddie knew he should help them. He knew where things were kept. But he just couldn’t move. All he could do was stare up at that red wound in his ceiling pulsating with a sick twisted form of life.

Just then something poked through it and Eddie screamed. He didn’t mean to, but the sound had escaped his mouth before he even knew what it was.

What it was when Steve got him calmed down enough to actually see it, was a shovel.

It didn’t make him feel any better, until that curly little mop of hair stuck through the now decent sized hole in the ceiling.

“Henderson!” he cried in relief.

“There you are!” Dustin called back. “Do you think that you guys can work it open from your end while we work it open from our end?”

“Is everyone okay?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Dustin said. “Let’s get you guys out of there, okay?”

Between them, they were able to get the Gate open and a mattress set up to catch their fall.

“What are those stains?” Robin sneered.

Eddie looked up at them and licked his lips. “I, um... I don’t know what they are, honestly.”

Robin’s lip curled. “Gross.”

The truth was that Eddie really didn’t know. He had gotten it used a couple of years ago when his old mattress fell apart. They could have been there from its previous owner for all he knew.

“So who’s going up first?” Steve asked.

“Not you, pretty boy?” Eddie teased.

Steve blushed. “I want to make sure everyone else gets up there okay.”

Robin eyed the sheet rope and then said, “I’ll go.”

Steve nodded and watched carefully as Robin scaled the rope. She flipped around and landed on the mattress with a flomf!

Dustin helped her to her feet.

“That was quite fun actually.”

Back in the Upside Down, Eddie looked at Nancy and Steve, but neither one moved, so he shrugged. “I guess that means I’m next.”

This was Eddie’s least favorite part of gym, climbing rope ladders. He didn’t ever see the point. Though getting detention for pointing out it was part of the military industrial complex was one of his best days in that class, so...

Up he went. It wasn’t that he couldn’t climb the damn thing, he just loved ranting about having to.

“Okay, Nancy,” Steve said. “You’re next.”

But she didn’t answer. Steve turned to her but she was just standing there. He called out to her again.

“Nancy?”

Eddie’s head immediately popped back over the gate. “Shit!”

Steve shook her shoulders, but she remained immobile.

No, no, no, no...

Not Nancy!

****

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[telvess]

Headcanons for all the characters including Jack since it’s based on Hamlet watching The lion king with the reader. (the original animated movie not the live action remake.)

Record Of Ragnarok Characters x Reader watching together The Lion King (headcanons) 🔞

You know, I haven’t watched The Lion King in… well I watched it once when I was kid and that’s it. Mulan, Hercules and Tarzan were my movies. Anyway I ended up watching The Lion King again to refresh my memory.

Qin

A what? Are you involved? Then Qin would agree to do anything.

He’s like a big kid - chill and carefree, even more than usually. Both of you goof around, Mr. Emperor tries to sing without knowing words, popcorn flies around, you pause a movie in stupid moments to make him laugh etc.

You get a stomachache from laughing too much and Qin obviously has to get infected.

Just two morons have time of their afterlife.

The only moment when there is silence is when Simba loses his father. That scene just hits too close to home and remains Qin about Chun Yan. However he doesn’t let it bother him too much.

HAKUNA MATATA

You both loudly encourage lions to battle.

At the end he asks what other movies you like.

Jack

Because he isn’t familiar with the concept of love and how to express it, spending time with you is probably Jack’s way to show his affection. If you ask him to watch an animated movie together, he’d politely agree, even if it’s not his thing.

Expect tea. And cheddar apple pie.

Jack sees Simba’s journey as a lovely and naive story. Deep inside he does compare himself to that lion cub and wonders what kind of person he would've become if he had only received help from strangers. On top of that Jack actually killed his parents, so it’s odd to him to see how much Simba struggles with remorse over Mufasa’s death which wasn’t his fault.

Truth to be told Jack might mentions some quotes from Shakespeare IF you point out similarities between the movie and Hamlet. These resemblances aren’t very visible. But it may be enough to start an interesting conversation.

The ending of the story may seems a bit bitter to Jack. Whoever was meant to be good, stayed good, and whoever was meant to be bad - stayed bad. Kinda depressing outcome for a man who’s trying to change himself, right? You’d have to talk about it and remind that it’s just a simplification made for children.

Now it’s time for a cuddle session.

Loki

Do you really want to do this to yourself? You’re very naive if you expect to have a fun with this guy while watching this kind of movie.

At first it’s just boring to him, but after awhile he amuses himself by coming up with new ways to destroy the show. He makes a loud comment every time the opportunity arises. For example, there is a scene where Zaku tells young Simba and Nala that they’d be married one day, to which Simba replies: No way! She’s my friend! You can hear a loud snort on the side, followed by She’s your SISTER, dumbass!

Loud chewing.

Hey, y/n, do you know that once Simba becomes the king, he will have kids with every lioness? Even his mom?

Do they have to sing all the time?

DON’T YOU DARE mention that you can see a similarity between him and hyenas or forget about chips, popcorn, whatever you two are eating.

Phew! It’s finally over. Wanna do something funny, y/n?

Adamas

Childish entertainment but once he sees that your eyes get wet with tears, he quickly agrees.

A cheerful start bores him but except tactless way of sitting, he doesn’t do anything to ruin your fun.

Even if Mufasa’s death was expected, it still hits hard Adamas. Basically catches him off guard. It remains him about his last meeting with Poseidon: his brother’s pure contempt towards him, that dead, indifferent expression of his face when he pierced Adamas with his trident, then cold surrounding body and Poseidon’s back as he walked away. But while the movie continues, a new digression haunts Adamas. He plays that scene again in his head and it hits him harder, because he realizes that he almost became Scar to Zeus.

So now he sits stiffly on his ass with a very depressed expression. One look at him is enough for you to know that you have to pause the movie and talk to a guy. At first he rejects your attempts, but very quickly ends up letting you hug him tight. Still plays a tough idiot tho…

Beelzebub

Most of the time he just sits next to you with lifeless expression.

Hakuna matata his ass.

Beelzebub secretly enjoys when you sing, but it’s really hard to catch him with a smile on his face. If you manage to do so, he reluctantly admits it. Good luck with convincing him to join you.

He doesn’t have any deeper thoughts about the movie.

If you mention that Timon and Pumba remain you Samael and Azazel, Beelzebub would just give you a dull look. After awhile he starts to notice that too and has mixed feelings about it.

Hrist

She finds this idea very sweet. It’s relaxing and enjoyable.

When Scar kills Mufasa: RAGE MODE ACTIVATION!

Since then you sit with angry Hrist who really does not like phrase hakuna matata. She starts to hate Simba for being so thoughtless.

Screams SHUT UP every time they start singing.

When Simba lets Scar leave, Hrist in heat of the moment chokes you and loudly screams how dumb he is. You wonder if it can get worse and the answer comes very quickly - Simba fights Scar on the TV screen and you fight for every breath on a couch.

Hermes

Hermes approaches the movie from a different angle: he focuses more on a soundtrack. The movie itself is simple story with moral, standard for humans’ approval.

You both consider an improvement of some songs and probably start doing it in the middle of a movie. Sorry, Simba.

Ares

Ares doesn’t care much about Mufasa’s death - it's necessary plot twist to move on with thread… but the ending kinda touches him. It's very climatic in his opinion.

He is NOT crying, okay?

Well you are. Or you pretend very convincingly so he doesn’t have to play tough boy. He has no idea…

Hades

Because he is a gentleman, your wish would be granted.

It’s animated movie but Hades drinks wine. No cola, no popcorn or other snacks. Please, have some dignity.

Hades has weird uncomfortable feeling in his chest when Scar kills his own brother. Scene just awakes something he doesn’t like to mention: conflict between Poseidon, Adamas and Zeus. Hades never could bring himself to blame any of them for how things turned out, so now he doesn’t try to look too deep into Musafa’s murder.

Afterwards he would share his honest opinion with you, almost like professional critic.

Poseidon

No expression throughout the entire movie.

Scar is pathetic.

Mufasa is pathetic.

Simba is pathetic.

Timon and Pumba aren’t even worth mentioning.

That movie proves that humans are lower forms of life.

At least you have chance to hug Poseidon. If he spends time with you, it means he demands it.

After a movie: Y/n, such entertainment is unworthy of the gods.

Leonidas

Books are better than movies. But fine, if you insist, the King of Sparta would spare some time.

The best comforter: Why are you crying? It’s fiction! It’s not even human! By the way - that lion could kill you with a single paw swing. These mfs are huge! Better him than you, hon!

He smokes so much that you have trouble seeing the TV screen.

Stop couching, hon! I can’t hear what they’re sayin’!

The moment Pumba approach, Leonidas starts talking about his love for venison.

You need truly heroic self-denial to not kick him out. The only option to get him to shut up is to kiss him. He doesn’t get why the kiss is angry but he likes it that way.

You two probably miss the ending. Leonidas thinks Simba isn’t worthy of being king anyway.

Apollo

Ah, y/n, aren’t you adorable for loving such innocent enjoyment? Of course he agrees!

You have to feed him snacks.

He sings along with the characters and makes the movie much better. You end up watching him showing off instead of the movie. Your dirty side may bait off a bit more mature show.

He knows exactly what you're doing and doesn't mind at all.

Later you might catch him humming songs from the movie.

Hello, dear. May I be your king tonight?

Rudra

Simba’s and Nala’s childhood brings nostalgia. Rudra spent his entire youth with Shiva and they were both free spirits. Watching these lion cubs brings back many funny memories.

Rudra’s favourite moment is Simba’s reunion with Nala. He gets mad if he notices you smirking.

Parvati, Kali, Durga and Shiva

You decide it’s time for girls’ night out.

None of you is focus on the movie, it’s just an addition. You mostly talk and laugh. Very loud that it may attracts Shiva.

He just sits down between you with Whatcha doin’? then proceeds to eats all the popcorn and other snacks like vacuum cleaner.

[moodymisty]

Hi! Hope you're having a great day! Is it ok to ask for some of your NSFW headcannons for shower sex with the horsemen? (Did not see this in your kink list so apologies if it's not up your alley!)

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Don't worry my friend, this IS right up my alley. Sorry this took a minute to post, I've been trying to work my way through the backlog. Hope this is close enough to what you wanted, despite it being something I am totally on board for it stumped me for awhile for some reason.

Relationships: Death/Fem!Reader, War/Fem!Reader, Fury/Fem!Reader, Strife/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW but not crazy explicit, Shower sex, I knew if i got too detailed this would be like a novel of a post so, Give the stank man Death a bath

✦ War ✦

Honestly, it's a miracle you even got this big angry Nephilim into the shower to begin with.

Not necessarily that he doesn't want to, but he might just, not fit. Though he fits even worse in a bathtub, if at all. Fitting War anywhere meant for humans is a logistical nightmare, honestly.

If you do manage to get him inside, his white hair is soaked, sticking to his shoulders and face.

He looks so unhappy when he first gets in, but you know by now that it's a combination of his default expression, and that War is a stuffy Nephilim who refuses to let himself just enjoy things. Ruffling his hair doesn't help. A kiss will help that though.

Claustrophobic. But a good kind. War's a big guy who tends to monopolize the spaces he's in, and this is no exception. It's going to be hard to not have skin on skin contact at all times. You don't mind it but War's a little more, shy.

Took a lot of convincing. But now that he realizes it's not all bad, he regrets being so hesitant. Turns out he really enjoys feeling your wet skin on his. And it's nice to feel have all of his armor off, he oftentimes keeps pieces of it on no matter what's happening.

Now tends to linger nearby when you mention you're going to take a shower in the hopes you'll ask him to join you.

✦ Strife ✦

Strife actually sneaks in, the first time.

You've extended the invitation for him to bathe with you before, and he always joked you off; Mostly his own self doubt preventing him and all of his scars being so visible. Strife is all for fun and games until the mask actually has to come off. Both literally and figuratively.

He almost scares you out of your mind when he does; Strife can be surprisingly quiet when he wants to be. Especially out of his armor.

His normally spiky hair is instantly wet and flat. He steals a kiss before you can ever comment about it.

He's all jokes, what you'd usually expect from Strife. Likes to pick you up and pretend to almost drop you, pinch you, nip at you with his sharp teeth.

Since it's not the usual sort of romantic scenario, he gets a little more rambunctious than usual. You'll end up coming out of the shower clean, but also completely frazzled out of your wits.

✦ Fury ✦

After a quick lesson in which she learns that a shower is basically a waterfall with extra steps, Fury is on board. Until you joke about her hair being 'put out' like fire that is.

Showers go from 15 minutes to like two hours, whenever she's involved. Not that you're complaining, unless the water starts getting cold. And even then it's a struggle to get her to relent on anything.

Versus the others where you're the one with the idea to have sex, Fury is actually the one to take the initiative.

Hard not to be convinced when you feel her put her arms over your shoulders from behind and say something that would probably make an angel drop dead.

Fury knows what she's good at for sure, and it's hard to not instantly fall for her confidence. If you didn't already have it on the mind, well you do now.

Needless to say if her makeup wasn't already off, it's all over your face by the time you get out of the shower. You end up having to wash again just to get it off. Inconvenient waste of water, but well worth it. She finds it hilarious.

✦ Death ✦

For Death it's less so a fun romp, and more so intimate.

The stars have to all be aligned in order for him to join you, but when he does you know you're in for a rare treat. It's not often he lets his guard down, even with you.

One of his favorite moments in time with you is when you fist helped wash his hair, and he's had a fondness for similar things ever since.

There's a gentleness about it all; A vulnerability. Death feels selfish for wanting it but, he can't help being greedy. He likes the feeling of your hands tightening on his shoulders as he holds you, or presses you against the wall.

So unlike Strife where he's all jokes, Death takes this moment very seriously. It's almost, intimidating.

Also the lights are off. Every time. Death doesn't want you to see his facade cracking, so he bathes the room in pitch black. Don't worry, he'll never let you fall.

it also makes every feeling so much more intense, and Death enjoys the sounds of surprise you make whenever he touches you somewhere you weren't expecting.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

Masterlist

Ao3

Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Six Sentence Sunday/Creative Proof of Life

Thanks for the tags, @alexalexinii, @shrekgogurt, and @that-disabled-princess!

This WIP post is basically a proof of life statement. I can't believe it's been over a month since I posted Chapter 1 of the Haunting of Simon Snow. I'm so overdue for chapter 2, BUT... instead I finished writing the rough draft. I've been attempting to outline, because when I rough a draft, I really rough it up. Ahem.

So I have been working on it, even if there is zero evidence on AO3 as of yet.

How about some sentences? I haven't sliced up chapters yet, so not sure if this is from chapter two or three, but here's a snippet of Simon on the phone with Penny expressing some smooshy sentiments:

I curl up on the couch a bit more, maneuvering myself so my wings aren’t crushed. “I went flying last night,” I confess then, in quiet tones. Like someone might hear me. “You— Oh, but… You can’t! What if someone sees you?” I can actually hear her biting her lip. She wants to spell my problems away, and she can’t. “But I can,” I say, smiling a bit more. “There’s no one around for acres. No one will even willingly drive here on account of the house being haunted. It’s empty. And I’m flying at night.” I say flying in the present tense and realize I fully intend to fly again tonight.

Penny huffs. Her specialty. “I don’t like it.” “I do,” I say easily, warming up to explaining, hoping she’ll understand. “It’s so freeing, Pen. Like the weight of the world can’t hold me down, anymore. I feel… It’s like… It’s like I’m closer to the stars. Like I’m close to stirring up the milky way.” I let out a sigh, my eyes closing as I drop my head back, indulging in that recent memory. “I don’t hate it as much, when I’m up there. You know?” There’s a few seconds of silence, and I open my eyes again. “Pen?” “Hate what?” she asks quietly.

(just in case you were worried I wouldn't be including angst...)

Bit more info on my progress (maybe some whinging) and tags and hellos below the cut!

Fun facts about my ineffecient writing process:

I spent more than one or two hours clearing asterisks from my rough draft this morning. (Because discord has trained me to do *this* when I write instead of this.) Because I'm trying to listen to my draft via screen readers, but it keeps sounding like "asterisk-impossible-star-fuck me" (that's my favorite one honestly, it's supposed to read "Impossible. Fuck me.") which is really annoying (more often than amusing). ANYWAY… what this has revealed to me is that I use "Fuck" a lot, as well as "So good." Ahem. Take from that what you will.

BTW, I'm sure there's an easier way to do that than manually. Please don't tell me for at least a few days, or I might lose it. I am but a mortal being, with a tattered heart and patience worn thin. (Or something.)

OKAY. It's been awhile since I did one of these posts. Time really flies. Gonna give this list my best shot, but as always, open to any who want to participate! (Also adding some new names in for the new year so this is sort of my "Gee I hope this is cool with you" super long tag list. If you'd rather not be tagged, just drop me a missive to that effect!)

@leithillustration @prettygoododds @rimeswithpurple @artsyunderstudy @blackberrysummerblog @hushed-chorus @nightimedreamersworld @best--dress @whatevertheweather @ileadacharmedlife @scribble-tier @imagineacoolusername @brilla-brilla-estrellita @alleycat0306 @angelsfalling16 @fatalfangirl @erzbethluna @tender-ministrations @anxious-m3ss @ebbpettier @bubble-gumhead @facewithoutheart @bazzybelle @theimpossibledemon @aristocratic-otter @mooncello @cutestkilla @annabellelux @ic3-que3n @j-nipper-95 @letraspal @messofthejess @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @supercutedinosaurs @theearlgreymage @thewholelemon @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @bookish-bogwitch @martsonmars @orange-peony @mostlymaudlin @stardustasincocaine @confused-bi-queer

Lastly, quick note/question. Tumblr seems to be remiss in informing me when I've been tagged in other posts. Is this a common issue?

[accio-victuuri]

SBMS Clowning Series ☀️ v.5

The reason why i wanna make this part of the series is this comparison. lol. we have been making a couple of these examples from scenes in this drama & the heart eyes might just be my favorite. we’re not even making this up or seeing things that isn’t there. just look:

how his hand supports his head while his full attention is turned to that person. how he stares at them like no one else is there. the utter devotion. i’ve always loved p2 and p3 and the videos of course cause that gives you the full effect. but seeing the same expression on him for a drama, trying to convey the emotion of someone in love and besotted is sending me!

the fact that these photos are incidents when he was not filming a scene with wyb as lwj and him as wwx says a lot. 🤍

and while we’re in the subject of similarities between “real life” interactions and this drama….

here are a few samples from fake rumor sources and scenes. again, we don’t know true these rumors are— that’s why we label the as fake & treat them as fan fiction. as with the scenes, it could be a coincidence.

DRAMA: I moved bricks to hug you better

RUMOR: “You can’t hold me if you lift bricks, and you can’t lift bricks if you hold me.”

“I moved the bricks to hug you better.”

September will be better for young couples in love in long-distance places!

DRAMA : let me recharge for awhile

Shengyang does this when he sees JB at the train station after a really long day. JB was somewhat questioning too while it’s taking so long.

FAKE RUMOR: When two people meet again after being apart for a while. the younger one will hug the older one, and he will hug the older one for a long time.

After a while, the older one asked him what was wrong, and the younger one said he was charging.

DRAMA : I have a good eye

Said as a compliment about him having a good eye and picking someone as good as Jian Bing.

FAKE RUMOR :

XZ: “So tender”

WYB: "Just young"

XZ: "Look at how good my vision is"

WYB: "Hmm, it makes me look young"

These are some examples mentioned here and the conversation among turtles is this drama seems to have a couple of his own real-life relationship bits.🤍 and who better to notice those clues than us?

Another example of same BGM from their studios. I don’t really put much weight on these similarities especially if it’s this far apart. But it’s like a game at this point and fun^^

Lastly, this poster in Shengyang’s room. He also likes moto racing huh? He and WYB will definitely get along. 😏

-END.

[yippeehippee]

hello! hope you're having a good day! i saw your asks were open, and just wanted to know if you could do headcanons for the TF2 Mercs reacting to a skilled reader who's good at their job or whatever they do, that is blind?

Tf2 mercs with a reader whose blind and good at their job!!

Thank you for being my very first ask!! :-) <3 and I hope you have a good day as well!! I hope you like it!!

Scout:

·Scout brags about you all the time, he thinks you're incredible.

·On the field he has your back and will pay attention to where you are

·"DID YOU SEE ME S/O?!" "no, lol."

·He gets flustered at jokes you make, he fears he made you feel bad but after awhile he might joke with you

·He absolutely will jump in if someone makes fun of you or demeans you.

Soldier:

·It doesn't matter where you come from, you body the american spirit to him

·He brags about you on the battlefield

"DID YOU SEE THAT, MAGGOT?! THAT'S MY CUPCAKE!!"

·He loves seeing you train, he loves to join you

·Since you're incredible to him any compliment you give him makes him swoon, he's a dork deep down in his little heart.

Pyro:

·They check on you a ton, they know you have things handled but it's better to be safe than sorry

·They'll shower you in plushies if you get overwhelmed

·You'll be personally guided around by pyro if you need them to, they'll be your human guide dog

Engineer:

·He'll cover you with a sentry, on the battlefield he'll look out for you.

·He'll make you a robotic guide dog or walking stick, if you're a merc as well they'll be some type of weapon. lol sentry dog

·Like pyro he worries so much about you and will accommodate you anyway he can

Demoman:

·He gets it to a degree, if you feel bad he knows how to validate you.

·Demo might know so level of eye care so he might give you pointers

·If anyone babies or makes fun of you he's there, he'll defend you and your spot on the team. You earned it and he loves you.

Heavy:

·Will be a human shield if he thinks you need help.

·Having a phd in literature he gets you books in braille, he wants to support you

·He's a sweetheart and will praise anything you do, you're amazing to him

·Medical wise he'll ask medic things just incase he might need to know something.

Medic:

·He'll be your personal pocket medic, he doesn't want you to get overwhelmed

·Very curious if you have heightened senses, honestly he's just curious about your health in general

·If you need eye care he's your fella. If you need a cane he's sure he can get you one.

Sniper:

·Will tidy his camper, he doesn't want you to trip and accidently get hurt

·will move jarate. he doesn't want you to accidently knock them over

·He'll keep an eye out on you via his scope. Spy trying to get a backstab?? not for long.

Spy:

·Will pay for top of the line accommodations.

·Will not smoke around you just incase your sense are strong

·On the battlefield he'll sneak near you and support you while cloaking.

·If someone makes fun of you, he'll target them and they'll never do it again afterwards

[pomegranate-pen]

Hi! First, love you your blog! Second, I feel you! I've been waiting for Lackadaisy's plot for awhile for an AU thing I'm working on. It's a long story. Thirdly, can I request headcanons for Rocky Rickaby dating a male owl s/o, please? It's cool, if not!

A/n: hello! here ya go!! this was quite fun to write, I couldn't write much though, since most things have been said in the general headcanons that I made with him, but I tried to write as much as I can for this one! I tried making it reader-centered even though my mind kept reverting back to Stolas every now and then lmao.

Rocky Rickaby x male!owl!reader headcanons!

In a city full of mostly cats of different breeds, though it is not out of the ordinary for there to be people of different animal races, such as the weasel working for Marigold, seeing them is still quite a shocker for many.

That is probably why Rocky couldn’t stop staring at you the first time he saw you. the sheer amount of admiration that was illuminating from his expression was uncanny. It was like a child found his favorite comic book hero at the local mall, you for a moment wondered if he had mistaken you for another much more famous owl he might be a fan of.

Knowing Rocky, he’d most likely try to tease you at first, slowly sliding into flirting territory after a few jabs here and there. he’d compliment your eyes, write a poem or two about the elegance you have, and would try anything he can to impress you.

if you were to date him, there wouldn’t be much of a difference in the relationship he would have with you than he would have with anyone else. Though, he might get flustered much easier around you, especially since you’re most likely much taller than him. Even if not, he still gets flustered easily, since he thinks you’re too beautiful to compare, and the idea of having someone so pretty flirt with him feels unbelievable.

He can and will try to stay awake with you during the entire night, even though he has work again in the morning. He’ll spend as much time with you as he can and if you do not stop him then you’ll see an out-of-his-mind Rocky that you must keep an eye on the entire time or he will nail pieces of meat on the wall. 

"Rocky?...why- what are you doing to the walls?...."

Rocky's eyes were pupiled as he tried to swing the hammer and misses the nail. "THEY, are coming. we must prepare."

If you coax him enough to go to bed, you’ll be met with a pouty Rocky who begrudgingly says ‘alright’ as he lays down. He’ll try to stay awake as much as he can even at that moment, trying to make small conversations with you and ignoring the yawns that are slipping from him. If you cuddle with him at some point, he will finally close his eyes and fall into a blissful sleep with a tight grip on you.

Unfortunately, though, you may find yourself waking up every now and then during your morning sleep. He tries his best to be discreet when making breakfast in bed for you, but the daily smell of burning toast is now your alarm clock.

Can and does gloat about having the most magnificent boyfriend. If he’s not excitedly telling Zib what gift he’s made for you for when you wake up he’s acting as if he’s a professional at love and trying to give Freckle dating advice.

May probably ask strange questions, such as if a feather of yours can be used as a pen if gives a bit of ink, or if you eat vermin just like your non-anthropomorphic counterparts. He’s genuinely curious, even though he’s seen many different animals during his time going from one odd job to another, he’s only taken glances at them and never had the chance to speak to one.

Loves hugging you on cold days, especially blizzard ones when he has to stay home with you. the amount of warmth your body gives him makes him feel giddy.

If anyone were to insult you or your appearance, then the next day they’ll find their house either destroyed or burned, and if asked Rocky, he’ll just shake it off and say justice has been served, and who are we to question that?

[daimyosprincess]

Do you think Boba would ever fall for someone who is shy but can bring out the sass once in awhile once they feel comfortable? And maybe who is quite sensitive? I don't know. I keep looking for Boba x reader fics for different types of readers and keep coming up with the same themes which are often quite triggering for me. I am in a writing slump or I'd try to write it myself, but I think maybe I just misunderstand him. I know this is fandom and fun, but I also care about the character and want to get him right and maybe he just doesn't care for someone like that. What are your thoughts on the kind of people Boba would love?

Alright my beloved anon, I have been sitting on this ask for a bit because I really wanted to give it some thought and give it the answer it deserves 💖

In short, yes! I totally think Boba would fall for a shy person, and the sass when they open up would be a bonus for him but definitely not a requirement. I write sassy/bold/loud and proud readers because that's how I am irl but by no means is that the only type Boba would go for. My thoughts on OT!Boba and Daimyo Boba below the cut.

Ok so OT!Boba is much more rough around the edges than he is as an older man in TBOBF; he's driven, angry, and one big ball of pressurized emotion during the Empire era. He the best of the best and he does everything to make sure it stays that way, guarding his reputation with as much ferocity as he goes after his bounties with. He doesn't bother giving energy to things like "love" or "feelings," preferring to work out his frustrations and tension with a (preferably) nameless partner who feels the same. Anything else is too risky, too soft, too vulnerable. He's a lone wolf by choice.

HOWMSTEVER, when he comes across of his highest-paying repeat client's quiet daughter (just choosing for pronouns, def can be gn), he's struck by you. The way you move, quiet as a whisper and soft as a sigh, unseen and unheard by the ruckus around you. He notices you though, he sees you. And he knows you see him too, your watchful eyes flitting over him beneath your lashes when you think his helmet is pointed elsewhere.

You make him curious. Curious as to why a quiet little thing like you would so much as glance his direction twice. He pushes the thoughts away time and time again, but they refuse to be banished, coming unbidden to him in his bunk or during the long hours in hyperspace. What thoughts are swirling in that head of yours? Do you sneak looks at anyone else? Is your voice as sweet as he imagines?

It's nonsense really, he tells himself. You're just some girl, a tender flower who shies away from the sun. He would crush you, break your leaves and trample your petals. You're not made for men like him... so why does he watch you bloom under the moon's light, gentle and perfect? He would only be your ruin.

But oh, what it would be to be the one you blessed with inner light, to be the one who you found deserving of everything you kept to yourself. Maybe even be the one you trust. He certainly doesn't deserve it but, maybe, one day he could.

Boba aches for a balance to his tipped scale. That might look like an outspoken, smart-mouthed partner to match his fire with their own, corralling his blaze by channeling his pent up energy into them. A sun for a sun, a tandem orbit instead of careening through the galaxy.

Just as likely, however, his sun could be balanced with a silver moon, reflecting his light back on him and mastering his violent tides with undeniable, quiet strength. This partner might seem small or nonexistent in comparison to him, impossible that they would attract his desire. That is surface-level thinking--just because the moon goes through phases where it wanes and disappears doesn't mean it doesn't exist. In fact, while the sun sets, the moon never does, it's always there if one pays attention.

I think OT!Boba would admire and find himself attracted to the way a shy, sensitive partner is able to feel and experience their emotions in a way he does not allow himself to. Furthermore, as a man of few words who is in his own bucket more than anything else, he would understand solitude in both its necessity and its pain. There would be a learning curve if the two of pursued a relationship and Boba would undoubtedly hurt your feelings as he tries to learn to navigate his own, but ultimately, the two of you would find reward in each other.

ALRIGHT now onto Daimyo Boba. He's older, wiser, and more keyed into his feelings than his younger self even if he still has a LOT of work left to do in that department (my green tincan man is bunch of repressed emotions walking around in beskar and I love him ok). No longer is he a lone wolf fighting his way through the galaxy, now he's found his pack, his tribe, and he's able to open up to the possibility of having someone at his side.

Now, just as before, that person could be a fiery and bold or reserved and more delicate or anywhere in between. What I believe the theme here is his partner's sense of power. Whether that partner already feels a sense of empowerment or needs support to find it, Boba wants his cyare to appreciate everything that they are and will nurture his partner. It gives him pleasure to care for another, to be in a position to give rather than take, restore rather than destroy.

He is strong man, confident in his power, and wants the same for his partner. The sassy ones need a soft place to land and the shy ones need place to shine, and whichever end of the spectrum his beloved falls on, Daimyo Boba will happily provide them a safe haven.

I hope this coherent and what you were looking for anon 💕 for a shier, sensitive reader fic, I recommend @thirsty-boba-fett-posts Princess Saga series. It's beautiful and touching and isn't one of those stories where the protagonist is "fixed" by becoming an extrovert, but rather focuses on the character's growth and healing.

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[cilil]

I have a lore question🤔 I’m not too familiar with the stories outside of the Silmarillion (like HoME or LaCE) so I remember seeing your post about Manwë not talking to mortals awhile back and I tried googling more info on that recently but failed😂 so I was wondering is there any more details on what that’s about? Like was that ever elaborated on? Or was there more context to it? Was it because he thought men were too similar to Melkor? (I feel I read something like that somewhere?) And if it’s not really elaborated on at all, what’s your theories on why he did that and what’s your opinion of it? (Actually I’m curious about that either way, I enjoy reading your opinions and thoughts😅) anyways, thank you in advance!❤️

Why does Manwë Súlimo not talk to mortals? - Ainur Answers

Ah yes, that fun little tidbit. I took a while to hopefully dig everything up that I need to answer your questions, hope that's alright🖤

(Obligatory disclaimer, tldr and conclusion at the end.)

So I took the detail/claim that Manwë doesn't talk to mortals from this little poem (emphasis mine):

Will thou learn the lore / that was long secret of the Five that came / from a far country? One only returned. / Others never again under Men's dominion / Middle-earth shall seek until Dagor Dagorath / and the Doom cometh. How hast thou heard it: / the hidden counsel of the Lord of the West / in the land of Aman? The long roads are lost / that led thither, and to mortal Men / Manwë speaks not. From the West-that-was / a wind bore it to the sleeper's ear, / in the silences under night-shadow, / when news is brought from lands forgotten / and lost ages over seas of years / to the searching thought. Not all are forgotten / by the Elder King. Sauron he saw / at a slow menace ….

The poem is from Unfinished Tales, Part Four, II. The Istari (for those curious to read more, a PDF should be available for free online). As the title of this particular text hints, it mainly focuses on the Istari, both on them as a group and on Olórin/Gandalf in particular. This is also where you can find the outline of a mini story showing how Olórin was chosen as a member of the order by Manwë.

Furthermore, the text mentions that the "Faithful" of that time believed the wizard known as Gandalf may actually be Manwë himself, as a sort of final appearance before he withdraws to Taniquetil until the end days. While certainly a cool theory and material for a fun AU, we know this is incorrect and Gandalf's true identity is the Maia previously known as Olórin. As the text itself points out, it wouldn't make much sense for Manwë to send Eönwë to overthrow Melkor, but then try to stop Mairon himself.

(I could talk about all the info a bit more and might in the future, but I'm going to stick to the Manwë-related questions for now.)

As for mortals sharing similarities with Melkor, you are correct, there is this line in the Silmarillion:

Yet the Elves believe that Men are often a grief to Manwë, who knows most of the mind of Ilúvatar; for it seems to the Elves that Men resemble Melkor most of all the Ainur, although he has ever feared and hated them, even those that served him.

While I think there is some truth to this statement, I would exercise caution here because even the narrator points out that this is a belief held by the Elves and not explicitly stated or confirmed by Manwë himself.

To tie this line and the one from the poem together, what I take from it is that Manwë doesn't understand mortals and is aware of that fact. As an immortal spirit, the mortal incarnate experience is foreign to him, and as a being incapable of comprehending evil, certain impulses and parts of the human nature are also strange and incomprehensible to him.

Let's put ourselves in Manwë's shoes for a moment and review what he's observed in regards to humanity over the ages.

So there were these short-lived, fragile, mortal humanoid creatures whose fëar are only guests in Arda and go beyond the circles of the world when they die. He wanted to help them, but didn't know how, so for the moment he hoped the Sun and Moon and Ulmo sending them messages through the water (yes, Manwë knew of this and supported it) would suffice. The mortals didn't understand those messages, but at least loved the waters and befriended Elves who taught them how to navigate life in Arda.

Eru spoke to the mortals as well, more directly even, which Manwë may or may not have been aware of, but then Melkor came along. He convinced the mortals to turn away from Eru, worship him as their God and commit evil deeds in his name, which resulted in Eru abandoning them and cursing them (Garden of Eden kind of narrative). Still, Ulmo continued to occasionally help out and kept telling everyone that "the Children are good, actually".

This turned out to be at least partially true when those mortals who freed themselves of Melkor's influence fought alongside Eönwë in the War of Wrath and Manwë (alongside the other Valar) granted them blessings, gave them Númenor and had Eönwë teach them for a time. Valinor continued to maintain friendly relations with Númenor until the Númenóreans started to become jealous and hostile. Things further escalated as Mairon came along and dragged them right back into Melkor worship. When Númenor attacked Valinor, the Valar - though most likely Manwë himself - appealed to Eru because he isn't allowed to harm the Children and doesn't want to, but had to protect his kingdom. Númenor was destroyed, and humanity once again disgraced.

This is roughly where Manwë is at by the time he chooses Olórin to join the Istari, and I believe this context puts everything into perspective. Manwë has now learned that even just his indirect interactions with humanity - through Eönwë and Ulmo - have in the end turned out badly and his mere presence in the distance/knowledge of him and his kingdom have caused much strife and evil to happen. Eru moving Valinor to a different dimension was probably also a more than clear hint.

Manwë still believes that mortals can be good. If he didn't he wouldn't have sent Olórin, disciple of Nienna, whose purpose and key ability is to inspire others to become better versions of themselves; he would have either sent no one at all or someone like Eönwë who quickly takes care of the problem and possibly destroys another landmass or two in the process. But Manwë believes in them and he wants to help, while also doing his best to avoid causing another "Númenor incident", so he chooses the subtle route of the Istari and otherwise stays where he is.

~

Tldr: Manwë doesn't communicate directly with mortals. This is most likely because he took a hint from the "Númenor incident" and Eru's will, but he still felt the need to help them and did it via the Istari mission. It's not done out of malice or arrogance.

Now, I want to be very clear and add the obligatory disclaimer that I'm NOT trying to argue this is the one perfect solution and Manwë made no mistakes ever, that is never my intention with these posts. What I do think, however, is that looking at it from his perspective provides a whole different context to a simple statement like "Manwë doesn't talk to mortals" which on its own makes the entire situation sound way more antagonistic than it is. Furthermore, I personally would say that the conclusion he drew, while we may object to certain aspects of it depending on our personal stances, isn't completely senseless or unreasonable. It does make sense.

[klbwriting]

Who Am I Really?

Chapter 4

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some child abuse

Summary: Orm and YN settle in with each other more and Orm remembers something from his past

Notes: comments/critiques appreciated!

Orm and YN spent the next few weeks getting to know each other, getting used to each other. Orm noticed that YN was not the type to let a message sit there, she had to answer it right away, but she could let a mess wait if it wasn’t going to cause damage. She had a routine, shelter until almost dark, come back to the house, eat, and let the dishes sit in the sink for awhile before they did them together. Orm started to try and figure out ways to help around the house. Some mornings when she went to the shelter he would stay back and tidy up, wanting to earn his keep there since he felt useless most of the time. Or maybe if there weren’t a lot of volunteers that day, he would pick up the dog walking slack so that YN could do paperwork. YN noticed what he was doing and appreciated it.

“You know you don’t have to do so much Orm,” she said one day as he started cooking dinner. He had become interested in cooking on their first evening in and now he was practicing the basics of pasta. Salt the water, boil it, pasta in, heat the sauce, save some pasta water, drain it, put it and water in sauce, mix, it was soothing to think about and do the steps in order. Then, after it was all done, you had something that not only tasted good but sustained life. What honestly could be better than that? Orm didn’t know why he felt like he needed to redeem himself for something, prove that he could be a good person, but he did. So here he was, helping this one person to clean, take care of the animals, learning to keep her alive, it felt like he was atoning for something, just a little. And he liked it.

“I know, but you do so much, I want to make sure that I earn my place,” he said. That was another thing that was creeping in more as the time went by. His need to earn something. He, again, didn’t know what, but he had to earn it. Earn the bed she let him sleep in, the food she let him eat, the clothes she bought him, her friendship, her love… He stopped there and looked at her as he heard the timer go off. YN smiled as she got up and went to the wall oven. She pulled out two loaves of fresh baked bread and set them to cool. She had made another two loaves already, saying she liked to prep and have homemade bread all week.

“Orm,” she said, coming over to him and turning him to face her. He looked down at her, trying to place the look in her eyes when she spoke to him. God, he wished he remembered what things meant, remembered himself, remembered how to tell what a person was feeling and thinking. He knew that once; he was sure of it. He couldn’t have been this clueless all the time. “Listen to me, are you listening?”

“Yes, I am listening,” he said with a smile. She smiled back and his heart jumped.

“You don’t have to earn your place on this planet. You exist, and your existence is wonderful, its miraculous, you are pure stardust in a human form,” she said. “And so am I, we are all on the planet to bring life to it, not to do a specific job or to have some grand purpose. Just living is purpose enough.” Orm stared at her, and she stared back. She was telling the truth; this time he could tell. “Thank you,” he whispered. She smiled and touched his cheek, he leaned into the feeling of her hand.

“You might want to check that sauce though,” she teased. He looked and saw it was starting to bubble too much so he turned down the heat and put some on a wooden spoon. He held it out to her, and she blew on it, taking just a bit. She nodded, ‘mmm’ coming from her mouth. He tasted it himself and nodded. It was amazing. Maybe he cooked before the attack, maybe that’s why they came after him. He was some kind of chef that had stolen a secret recipe. Ok, that was ridiculous, but fun to think about. YN patted his arm and went to check on her bread and get the table ready.

Orm was running. He was a child, scared of something. Someone was chasing him. He saw someone in front of him. A woman, pale, with blonde hair like his. She looked sad, devastated. She held her arms out to him but then she was pushed off a cliff, weighed down by some kind of rock that pulled deep into a drench in the ocean. Orm was screaming, someone grabbed him, and he was hauled, kicking and screaming into a room where a man waited. This man had Orm’s eyes, but they were angry, murderous even.

“You are my son, and no son of mine is going to embarrass me by crying over that surface whore,” the man, his father said. His voice was vicious, but he wasn’t yelling, barely even whispering, but Orm knew that this was bad, very bad. His father rose from the chair he had been in, producing what looked like seaweed at his side. In his subconscious mind Orm finally realized he was in water, and not just a lake, or swimming, but deep in the ocean, where no human could live. He was snapped back to what was happening though when he felt the crack across his face. Whatever plant that was it was thick and felt like a whip. Orm touched his face and saw blood floating off, carried away. The man looked down at him and Orm screamed.

YN heard Orm from her room, crying out in his sleep. She got out of bed and ran into the other room. He was twisting in the sheets, sweat gleaming off him as he begged someone to stop. She moved to him, shaking him gently, trying to wake him. He shuddered and sat up finally, nearly knocking her over. His eyes were wide and looked around, searching for whatever had been scaring him.

“Orm,” she said, and she could see her voice reach him. He turned to look at her, his heaving chest slowing as they stared at each other. “I’m here, you’re safe.” She ran a hand through his hair, watching as his breathing evened out and he calmed down. “Nightmare?”

“I think I remembered something. Something that seems impossible,” he said. She nodded and moved to sit next to him in bed. He held up some covers and she slid under them. They laid down next to each other and without prompting she moved so he could lay against her, feel her close to him, fingers still running through his hair to soothe him. “I’m not a metahuman. I’m from the ocean.”

“Atlantean?” she asked. He looked at her confused. “The Aquaman, he and a group of people who have lived under the ocean just revealed themselves, joined the surface world. You must be one of their people.” He muddled the thought in his head and nodded.

“Perhaps I am,” he said. “Anyway, I think they killed my mother and my father…he was a monster.” YN leaned to his head, cheek pressing against his forehead, and she kissed it softly.

“Well, you’re here now, safe with me. No monster is going to come for you, not while I’m here,” she said. Orm looked up at her and stared. She looked tired, but she was smiling at him, and finally he thought he saw something in her eyes. He took a risk, leaning up slightly, pressing his lips to hers softly, just for a moment before pulling back. She looked at him surprised and for a moment he thought he had really screwed up, but then she was kissing him, and he never wanted it to end.

[hollowsart]

@masterserris

Beck gets a GF an it leads to a lot of funny silly stories.

Peter trying to figure out if something is going on, what is Beck planning trying to bring some random civilian into this, possibly mind controlling her or using his illusions to make her believe something else entirely is going on, or maybe Beck is lying to her? not telling her the whole truth and she is unaware of who he is?

but it turns out, she knows and she still likes him. she doesn't mind and is actually a good influence on him, surprisingly. this info surprises Peter and he has no idea what to think or how to feel about the thought of Beck having a girlfriend.

I mean. hey! at least the man is happy and seems to be doing a lot better mentally and emotionally. he seems to be having fun with his schemes again and even lessening the extreme nature of them, too. considerably so. So.. Peter can't really complain, yeah? Sure, he might still be committing crimes, but.. There's a change in him. Peter can sense it.

Alternatively, and one I really like:

Beck hasn't committed any crimes in months. Peter hasn't seen his favorite pompous windbag with a fishbowl in awhile and he's a little suspicious. Is he planning something? What is he up to? if he IS planning something, then what? a lot of questions going through he head as he goes about his day.

And then he spots something that nearly causes him to smack into a wall-- Quentin Beck was sitting and eating outside at a table with someone. Who could that person be? He's never seen them before-- A new villain in the making? A villain out of costume that he's never met?

the mere thought of Beck being on a simple date doesn't even cross his mind. Peter goes into investigator mode and works to stay unseen as he watches them from afar and tries to look into who that person is. when nothing comes up that should say anything suspicious about her-- he feels oddly disappointed.. So he decides to go in costume to ask Quentin Beck himself what's going on.

Peter locates Beck's living space and manages to get Beck's attention. giving him a slight startle.

something.. something.. Beck is trying to explain that he has nothing planned and he genuinely is just trying to live a normal life. that he wants to settle down, he even found someone-- Peter questions that.

Beck elaborates, she's just a regular person-- Peter questions if she knows-- Beck hesitates. Peter tilts his head. Beck is nervous.. it's genuine. he finally answers and Peter heads out after getting the answer.

Peter still goes out as himself to try and speak with Beck's new girlfriend when Beck isn't around. See for himself how she is and all. he doesn't know why this confuses him so much.. but he can't complain when it's keeping Beck out of trouble. Especially when the lady turns out to be quite nice.

a further story could be MJ or Peter actually befriending her and Peter gets to hear about how Beck is doing and what he's up to over time. It's nice knowing one of his rogues gallery members has successful turned over a new leaf.

Extra fun story: Mysterio is back at it again, but something is a little different to how he's acting-- Peter, as Spider-Man, investigates and comes to find out that Beck is merely trying to surprise his girlfriend-- but things got a little out of hand, it wasn't what Beck had planned.

in the end, Beck is able to put on a special little performance and surprise his girlfriend who is overjoyed by his act.

Peter is happy to have helped Beck work things out.

[slythering-snake-boys]

It's Been Awhile Ch. 5

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

Series Masterlist

Words: 4483

Warnings: fluff, some angst, Sebastian being jealous and kinda insecure but also clingy and in love, a bit of cursing, some spoilers for Sebastian's questline, a pleasant surprise (hopefully)

Taglist: @cloudroomblog

"Morning..." Sebastian greeted Ominis tiredly as he sat down on the other side of the table the next morning.

"Good morning, Sebastian. Slept well?" He asked with a hint of a smile and Sebastian only sighed before shaking his head, looking over the mouth-watering dishes piled on the table in thought.

"Not really. Had a nightmare... And Peeves laughing in it only made it worse." The freckled man sighed before starting to gather food onto his plate, deciding that he just needed to eat something to feel better. And maybe seeing you might help him, too. For sure.

"Sorry to hear that. Want to talk about it?" Ominis thought he might get to tease Sebastian, but hearing about the supposed nightmare made him change his mind. He'd heard from the girls that you and Sebastian had been standing rather close to one another the previous night, even holding hands on the stone staircase. But they had fled once they saw Peeves, who was coming straight towards them in his frenzied search for Leander.

"No, it's fine..." Sebastian replied after a bit of hesitation. How could he tell Ominis that he'd dreamt you decided to go with someone else to the dance and even kissed them? He didn't know who the guy was since he couldn't remember anything about him, except that he was taller than you and well-built. He remembered that his rival was holding onto your waist, wearing a high-class suit and whispering in your ear, making you smile and laugh. Sebastian had felt his heart tear apart as he had watched you, wanting to both punch the guy and also turn his back and leave. Peeves' laugh followed him as the poltergeist made fun of him for not being able to get you. He involuntarily shivered at the faint memory of it all.

"You sure?" The blond insisted for the last time. Sebastian hummed.

"I'm good. Thanks, Ominis." Sebastian had decided long before that he'd try his hardest to get you back. But in the end, he wanted you to be happy. And if you decided that you'd rather be happier with someone else...then he was willing to let you go. As painful as it would surely be. After all, why would someone as amazing as you want someone like him? Someone with blood on his hands? Someone who definitely had some sort of darkness harbouring inside?

The brunette heard familiar voices and looked up, just in time to see you arriving and making his day better just with your presence alone. His heart stuttered in his chest just like it did when you two were still students and he'd see you, no matter the time or place. Even after your relationship had ended - when you'd only smile briefly in his direction before continuing on your way as he did the same - he still felt his mood improving thanks to you. And it hurt him, knowing that his unwavering desire to save Anne and learn more about Dark Magic at the same time had driven you away.

Compared to then, you now smiled brightly and waved at him. Sebastian felt his cheeks redden and a wide smile broke out on his face as he waved back.

He breathed out in relief, feeling some of the tension plaguing him disappearing. It had only been a nightmare. This was reality. He was closer to having you back now. He could- no, he would do better this time. He wouldn't let you get away because of his actions ever again. He'd prove to you that he was worthy of you and your affections.

"Sebastian? Do you have a costume for tonight?" Sebastian looked at Ominis, swallowing his food. He'd almost forgotten where he was for a second.

"I do. Why?"

"Could you help me pick one today from Hogsmead? Or worst case scenario, Twilfitt and Tattings, in case we don't find one here? I didn't have the time nor reason to get a new one recently and by the time I arrived, it was already too late." Sebastian tilted his head in curiosity and confusion. He himself had bought a costume just for this. A part of him had hoped he'd meet you and maybe, just maybe, ask you to save at least one dance for him. And now, he was counting his lucky stars for his decision. With a shake of his head, his attention was back on Ominis.

"But wasn't the dance mentioned in the letter or something? Why not have one just in case?"

"I had decided I wouldn't be going with anyone or at all, so I didn't see why I'd get a suit for nothing." Ominis pushed his food around, his eyebrows furrowed. One of Sebastian's eyebrows raised in suspicion before his lips pulled up into a teasing grin.

"Then what changed?" The blond could almost feel the smirk in his friend's voice and his face gained a peachy hue.

"I decided to finally ask someone...and they accepted, surprisingly." The wolfish grin spread across Sebastian's lips stretched.

"And who, pray tell, might the lucky one be?" Ominis shook his head, stabbing his food with his fork.

"I can't tell you."

"Why not? Afraid I might try to steal them away?" Ominis made a face that Sebastian could only define as one of disgust before shaking his head.

"Ew. And no. I already know you're going with MC. Almost the entire school knows. Even the first-years know." It was Sebastian's turn to become red. Hearing nothing else from his friend, Ominis smirked. "Still, that doesn't mean there aren't some who might try to steal her away. After all, you haven't asked her to be yours, so she's still single in pretty much everyone else's eyes, whether you're going to the dance together or not. So I'd be careful of a few of the guys here." Sebastian's hold on his fork tightened and he looked up at Ominis with a half glare. He hated when Ominis was being like this - he seemed almost cruel as he reminded him of this. In his defence, he had tried to get you to be his again, but he'd almost always been interrupted. Sebastian thought himself lucky for being able to even kiss you the previous night.

"I hate it when you turn my teasing against me..." Ominis grinned, back to eating happily.

"I know. That's why I do it. So, anyway, will you come and help me?" Sebastian looked at you, seeing you animatedly talking about something with Poppy, Natty and Garreth. He'd wanted to spend the day with you, but he couldn't let Ominis go by himself. Not when they were back on friendly terms again. He had missed his best friend.

"Sure."

"Great."

-

The rest of the day was spent in Hogsmeade, at Gladrags Wizardwear and Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. With Sebastian looking and Ominis trying dozens of dress robes and costumes, both men decided on one made out of dark blue, almost black velvet, and a white dress shirt that had a cravat decorated with a sparkling, precious red gem. Ominis insisted on the colour, much to Sebastian's confusion, but he decided not to question him.

The blond tried it for a bit, walking around to get the feel of it as his cane thumped against the wooden floor. But both men thought it looked good on him and Ominis felt good wearing it, so he ended up buying it. They were both relieved to not have to travel to Diagon Alley as they exited the shop. Sebastian was itching to go back to the castle and be around you for as long as possible before the dance that night.

"Well, we still have some time left until tonight. Shall we go to Honeydukes, then the Three Broomsticks?" Sebastian agreed and they both went to the two locations, feeling like little boys again. They felt good talking so freely as if they were back to the time before Sebastian decided to go down his chosen dark path.

"So...are we friends again?" Sebastian finally asked, wanting to know for sure if he had his best friend back or not. Ominis smiled as he looked down towards his mug. They'd already scarfed down two boxes of Chocolate Frogs and a few Sugar Quills, along with at least three mugs of Butterbeer each. Sebastian's teeth already hurt from all the sweets and he would never understand how Ominis could eat so many sweets without any issue.

"If you promise you're not attempting to involve yourself even more with the Dark Arts anymore, then yes."

"I'm not, I swear." He was silent for a couple of seconds. "MC said the same thing... Did you two talk about this beforehand?"

"I figured as much. And no, not really. We were both really worried for you though. And we knew you regretted what you'd done. Still... I told MC to give you space. Until we all went through everything that happened and healed as much as possible." He had had more than enough space to reflect on his words and actions. Hopefully, you and Ominis had both healed enough to forgive him. Maybe there was a slim chance that Anne might forgive him as well one day. At least write him once in a while, just so he could rest, knowing she was in good hands and still alive. Sebastian stared at Ominis, licking his lips nervously.

"Before this... Did you know she'd break up with me?" You had told him that no one but you and him knew. But Sebastian was aware of how much Ominis knew and found out. Probably faster than most of your mutual friends who still didn't know too much about what the three - four if he counted Anne as well - of you had been through during your fifth-year.

"No." Ominis shook his head. "I only found out from Imelda. She told me that she found MC crying in the girls' restroom the day you two broke up and told her you two had broken up." Sebastian ruminated over the blond's words and thought of that day.

He'd left you behind and didn't even look back, going to the library to look for books about the relic he'd found with you to drown out the dark thoughts about his life at that time. He felt the regret coursing through his veins at the thought of how much he'd hurt not only you, but Ominis as well. Anne had been affected just as much, if not more, especially being his twin sister. He didn't blame any of you for distancing yourselves from him.

"Are you alright, Sebastian?" Ominis asked, concern evident in his voice while his eyebrows pinched in the middle. It had been too quiet for too long, especially when it came from someone like Sebastian.

"Yeah, fine... Just thinking." The brunette replied quietly before taking a sip of his Butterbeer. He was tempted to order some Firewhiskey. But drinking his sorrows away had never had much of an appeal to him. He'd seen plenty of men doing the same and couldn't help but be bothered by the idea of ending up like that. He just...had to keep his head held high and continue trying his best to make amends for the pain he'd inflicted in his youth. Plus, it would be uncalled for, especially since he'd be dancing with you in a matter of hours. Sebastian wanted all his senses to be there in the moment, savouring the feel of you in his arms.

-

By the time the two arrived back at Hogwarts, it was time to start getting ready for the dance.

Sebastian's suit was simple, but classy, showing off the way his towering frame had changed into the attractive man he now was. He checked himself in the mirror, arranging his cravat that also had a precious gemstone of your favourite colour pinned to it. He styled his hair as best as he could before staring at himself in the mirror. He looked good and he knew it. He'd been working out plenty, wanting to feel and look strong - be someone people could look up to and know they could trust, even with their lives. But would it be good enough for someone like you? After all, people like you and Ominis were in another league altogether: Ominis because of his Slytherin heritage and money, and you thanks to your Ancient Magic.

"Sebastian, how do I look? Is something out of place? I feel like there's something out of place. Oh, Merlin... Does my hair look good?" He turned towards Ominis, admiring how posh his friend looked. However, the blond also looked like he was ready to up and run from his nerves. Or maybe suddenly combust. His cheeks were a bit too red. It all made Sebastian infinitely more curious about the blind man's date.

"Let me see..." He came closer, inspecting his clothes and his hair, but there was nothing. "You look good, there's nothing wrong. You look fine."

"That's a relief. I...want to look good for my date." Sebastian smiled fondly at his best friend, watching how uncharacteristically nervous he appeared. His date must've been someone very important to him. Ominis was a good guy and he deserved the best, especially when it came to people. The brunette hoped his best friend's date was a decent person who'd treasure him, even if it was just for the night.

"I'm sure whoever they are, they'll love the way you look and even compliment you." Ominis twisted his cane nervously as he looked at the ground.

"I hope so..." Sebastian clapped his back, almost pushing his blind friend forward from the force of it. His friend only glared at him somewhat playfully. Now that was more like the Ominis he knew, he thought with a wide, teasing grin.

"Sorry, don't know my own strength sometimes." Ominis continued glaring at him and Sebastian only chuckled, squeezing his friend's shoulder. "Seriously though, stop worrying. Everything's going to be fine. Now, let's go."

"Eager, are we?" The blond man smirked, obviously pleased with teasing his best friend and knowing the tables had turned.

"Shut up..." Sebastian deadpanned, making Ominis chuckle as they both left together. They reached the Entrance Hall, already seeing different couples, arm in arm, entering the Great Hall with wide smiles on their faces. They sat back to allow them through, waiting for their dates close to the main staircase.

"Sebastian, stop fidgeting so much. I can almost hear your suit starting to wrinkle." Ominis hissed quietly, making the brunette glance at him before breathing in and out.

"I'm nervous." Ominis sighed and smiled fondly, squeezing his best friend's arm reassuringly. The only other time he remembered hearing and feeling Sebastian acting like this was right before he had asked you out. The blond almost strangled his best friend from how much he was pacing and questiong himself and whether he should confess to you or not. He smiled at the memory.

"Don't be. MC is going to arrive any second now and I know she'll be overjoyed to see you."

"I sure hope so, mate... I sure hope- Oh, shit..." He cursed quietly as his eyes widened. There you were, wearing a dress that was made just for you. It had to be because you looked ethereal. Sebastian gulped when your eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on him, a beaming smile overtaking your lips. You waved and he subconsciously smiled widely, his heart beating at the speed of what felt like a hummingbird's wings.

"Is it MC?" He vaguely heard Ominis ask him, unable and unwilling to hear the teasing tone in his voice. He was entranced and rooted to his spot. Even if a throng of Hippogriffs would've come barelling through he probably wouldn't move or take his eyes off of you.

"Yeah..." He sounded breathless and Ominis smirked but felt truly happy for his friends. After all, you two deserved to be happy after the events you'd been through. Hopefully, you'd be happy together.

"She looks that good, huh? I've only ever known you to be this speechless when you singed our eyebrows off as we were learning Confringo and I asked you how it went." If he would've paid proper attention to the blond's words, Sebastian would've definitely laughed at the memory. But he was still staring at you, mouth agape and set into a speechless smile at how beautiful you were. Then, he did a double-take when he saw you turn and motion someone forward.

"Anne...?" Now Ominis seemed nervous as he straightened up at the sound of his best friend's sister's name. "W-What..." Words had never failed him the way they did then.

He watched you and Anne descend the stairs, arm in arm. His twin sister seemed nervous and a little unsure, her eyes going from her brother to Ominis. She was wearing a rich, beautiful green dress that made her stand out thanks to her pale skin which looked healthier than ever. As soon as you two were in front of them, Sebastian and Anne stared at one another in silence - one stunned, the other nervous and apprehensive.

"Anne..." He glanced at her, then at you, his face a mix of confusion, sadness, regret, happiness and shock. "MC? What's going on?"

"How about we go and sit somewhere where we can talk quietly? I'll explain everything." He barely nodded before you let go of Anne. You grabbed her brother's muscular arm, getting close to him as he watched Anne and Ominis do the same, both of them smiling and talking in hushed tones while blushing. All four of you entered the Great Hall and found a table in the corner where it was quiet enough to talk. Everyone else was already mingling, drinking punch or dancing, with a few sitting at various tables.

When you were all seated, silence fell upon you all. You breathed in before smiling, seeing both Anne and Ominis doing the same. Only Sebastian was left confused, looking from one to another.

"Okay then... Sebastian?" He looked at you, eyes wide and pleading for an explanation. His mind was in a state of confusion that almost had it reeling. "Anne is okay now. The curse has been removed." He looked at his sister again, noticing that it was true - she looked so much better now, almost as if she'd been reborn. She looked like her old self, though her hair had grown longer and she appeared to be full of life, her eyes sparkling.

"But...how?"

"MC..." Anne spoke, making his head snap towards her. He hadn't heard her voice in years. "She found a way using her Ancient Magic." Sebastian turned to regard you with wide eyes and parted lips.

"But, Isidora..." He knew how dangerous it was to use that sort of power on someone. The risk of removing not only the negative feelings but also all emotions was higher than he could've ever imagined. You had told him that much, even after he'd pestered you to ask the Keepers to teach you the necessary spell in order to help Anne. And following your fight with Ranrok, after which you spent almost an entire month at St. Mungo's because of your extensive injuries... He had wondered if it was even worth having so much power if it could cost you your life. He didn't want to lose you again.

"I've been researching what Isidora did, but with the Keepers' help and guidance. And I've developed a way to remove limited amounts of curses." Sebastian blinked, unable to properly comprehend what he was hearing. All of his emotions were running rampant, making his thoughts muddled.

"How do you mean?"

"Say, Anne was 100% cursed. I could only remove 20% at a time. Thing is, that curse would fester and grow back in time. So when I'd removed 20%, she was left with 80%. This 80% would then grow to 90% in those few months of rest for both of us. So, I'd remove that 20% once every few months until it was all gone. This way, none of us would get hurt or worse." He looked at you as if you were from another planet altogether.

"For how long have you been doing this?" He asked quietly.

"Um, it must've been..." You looked at Anne, not really sure how long it had been.

"Almost 4 years. She removed the curse once every 5 months." Anne responded, reaching across the table and squeezing your hand as you did the same, smiling at one another. Sebastian's mind was at its most extreme point. He couldn't believe that you'd done what he had been trying to do for years. You - smart, sweet, beautiful, amazing you!

"Now, I want you two to stay and talk things out. Come to Ominis and me when you're done, okay?" You looked at Sebastian with a tender smile before kissing his cheek. He blushed right away before he saw Anne squeezing Ominis' hand as he got up and you both left. The twins looked at one another nervously.

-

"Are they still talking?" Ominis asked you, nursing a glass of Firewhiskey. Since there were barely any students left and only the alumni and teachers were invited, you all were allowed to consume alcohol for the night. Responsibly and in moderation, of course.

"They're smiling. I think it might be our cue soon. You'll finally be able to dance with Anne." He smiled and blushed, obviously excited at the prospect.

"Honestly, thank you. When you told me about this years ago... I was sceptical and honestly scared that either or both of you might get hurt or even worse."

"Heh... Something did happen, actually..." You huffed in slight amusement and looked at the ground, remembering one of the last few times you went to Anne to remove a part of the curse. "I remember how excited we both were when there were only two more parts left to be taken out..." Only you and Anne knew about that incident.

"Hmm? What do you mean? What happened then? Oh, Merlin, please don't tell me..." Ominis' voice trailed off and his hazy blue eyes widened in panic, sensing something wrong about the way you were wording your confession. His heart was drumming quickly, praying nothing too bad had happened. Had you somehow gotten cursed as well? Were you alright? Had you been lying to him? Surely Anne would've told him if there was anything wrong with you, right? Merlin, he wished he could see right now.

"I'm okay now. But I was careless at that time." You sighed deeply, unaware of Sebastian and Anne coming over until they were within earshot. "I was extracting another part of Anne's curse... Something distracted me, I can't remember what... Something breaking or someone's voice... And the curse, it... It just...slipped from my wand and got inside me." Sebastian stopped, watching the back of your head before he turned to look at his sister in shock. She was looking at the ground, feeling guilty, despite it not being her fault.

"I went through exactly what Anne had for the next year or so. Because when those 5 months were up for her, only then was I finally able to take the rest of her curse out of her. Then I spent the next few months waiting until I could extract it from myself." All three of them were quiet, with Anne still feeling guilty, although you had reassured her it hadn't been her fault at all.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sebastian's disappointed and shocked voice made you look back, only to actually see him looking at you worriedly. You smiled at him sadly, not liking how worried he looked.

"I wanted to surprise you with Anne's recovery. She was the driving force behind my research, after all. I knew that there would be risks and I fully accepted them. No need to worry, though. I completely took the curse out of both of us. And it's safely stored so no one will ever suffer because of it. It was a nasty thing, really. But it's gone now." He said nothing, feeling a multitude of emotions trying to come up to the surface. The brunette wanted to hug you, chastise you, kiss you, ask you if you were alright, thank you... But he didn't. He didn't know what to do first. How could he encompass all those emotions and actions into one thing?

"MC... I think you broke him." Anne pretended to whisper, making you, Ominis and herself laugh. She had to try and lighten up the mood somehow. She didn't expect Sebastian to find out about your incident so suddenly. But she knew that he'd worry anyway. After all, it was clear her twin was still deeply in love with you.

"I didn't mean to! Honestly!" You looked up at Sebastian, smiling reassuringly at him. "I'm sorry, Sebastian. I didn't mean to worry you. I just didn't think you'd want to talk with me after everything and... I wasn't sure it would even work as it was supposed to. I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up for nothing." You shrugged and Sebastian had the sudden urge to pick you up and kiss you silly. But he refrained and even stepped back when Natty, Poppy and a few others and their dates came over. You all got to properly meet Robert and Samuel, who turned out to be great guys. And Imelda...

"You're married?!" She laughed in response to everyone's outburst, a dozen questions following up.

"Yup! For the past 6 months. This is Alexey, from Durmstrang. He's a Dark Arts teacher there." The man in question smiled as he held Imelda by her waist. She looked up at him, feeling smug about being with someone who she obviously thought was powerful and attentive enough to be by her side. "And I also teach martial magic and sometimes train the Quidditch team." He completed, Imelda looking up at him proudly. He looked equally as proud to be by her side, which made you smile. It was weird to see Imelda being in love. But it was cute.

Sebastian's arm was also around your middle, holding you against his side, though you knew he was holding himself back from actually clinging to you to show everyone you were with him. But the way his arm snaked around you, with his fingers barely digging into your side as he towered protectively over you, made you smile and glance at him. He was breathtakingly handsome, those freckles of his almost seeming to sparkle like faraway stars while a smile lit his face when he gazed down at you.

[cloud-somersault]

Pat pat pat. I don't understand your need for hard magic systems at all, but I feel your pain. Pat pat pat

Well. Hm. I don't think my reasoning is coming across well, so I'll try to explain.

The thing with a hard magic system is that yes, there's clearly defined rules that can't be broken that the audience also knows about and can understand when things don't go well or when characters try and break the rules, like. It's nice to have those boundaries and restrictions so that, when something wild happens, we know why.

That feeling of stability and thought is nice.

However, a light magic system is also fine. things can be loose and a little more whimsical, sure! They sure can. But then we're relying on character building to do the hard work for us.

Example.

Wukong is so old and everything, he knows all these spells and techniques that no one else does. MK doesn't know. No one does. Now, I can believe that because it's established (not just in the show, but in general) that Wukong is super old and has been around for a while. Did he just perform a spell we've never seen him perform before? Yup. Does it ruin my immersion and frustrate me? Nope, because it's been established that Wukong's been around for awhile and has definitely picked up on things.

Another example.

MK is considerably younger and is being taught by Wukong. He's learning spells and magic as he goes. We don't see this as much as we'd like because the plot has to happen, but MK will suddenly get powers like cloud-somersaulting and whatever else because it "looks cool" or "he had enough determination to do it"

But MK doesn't have years of experience and the show hasn't shown me Wukong teaching MK how to cloud-somersault. So i'm left to assume that some lessons happened on the back end or that MK taught himself. And that's well and fine, but then we run into a problem: then MK can teach himself to do anything.

Now, if MK can teach himself to do anything, then, whenever the plot demands, MK can get a new power or whatever. MK can get whatever magical spell is needed in the moment to overcome the bad guy and save the day. That might not seem like a big deal, but it does several things that lead to issues.

It lowers the stakes considerably because MK can get out of any situation that he's in. We have no fear of him being killed or whatever. He can learn whatever power or magic is needed.

There is no emotional story beats of MK needing to learn a specific spell or work hard or try again to beat someone. All we're waiting on is for him to learn the right spell in the moment in order to get over this hurdle. there is no contention. there is no tension. it'll be fine.

I am all here for light magic systems subsisting off of whimsy and fun and good times. Sure! I'd be much more happy if the light magic system only applied to characters who have the experience and knowledge to back it up. That's the difference. And since that isn't being followed, then yeah, I want a hard magic system. I guess.

And it doesn't have to be this big thing! It can be bare bones like Avatar the Last Airbender. Simple rules. Small things. just something to provide structure. Because we, the audience, have been with MK since the beginning of his journey as the Monkie Kid. And I don't know when this dude learned how to cloud-somersault and that bothers

the fuck

outta me.