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xpeachesncream · 4 years

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off the grid | three

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 2.4k

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, definitely inaccurate depiction of transportation, events and whereabouts in South Korea since i only did my research thru the internet, jimin continues to be cute as fuck for being such an angel

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"Jimin!" You whined as he had hurriedly grabbed the check from the waitress and politely shoved it back in her hand with his card.

"I just wanted you to enjoy your lunch." He laughed at your pouty face - brows furrowed, lips poking out.

"That doesn't mean I can't pay for my own food."

"Can you relax? It's fine. If anything, you can just get me when we grab dessert later."

"Sure, if you don't beat me to it again."

"Maybe it's your reflexes."

"Wow, I'm a little appalled at that statement. Already judging me?"

"Never that, just being honest." He smiled. "Okay, I'm joking. Don't kill me." He laughed as he stood up and gathered his stuff. You two were spending some time going around Insa-Dong before heading to a park near the N Seoul Tower later tonight to chill.

Besides beaming with kindness, Jimin was patient. He let you walk around wherever, doing whatever, without complaining. He was also very smart, giving the inside scoop with the added bonus of tips and tricks and reciting historical facts when the perfect opportunity arose. He made fun of you for buying small, cute souvenirs because it seemed like a never ending collection, but nonetheless, he really enjoyed how happy you looked. How you glowed. How down to earth and laid back you were. Even though it hadn't been long since you met, you weren't reserved and you took him in (as he was) with ease. He was normally a shy person, but he appreciated the warmth that radiated from you. He felt comfortable, almost like you both had known each other for years.

"Come on, Y/N." He laughed. "Really? How many more pins and stickers do you need?"

"Jimin, you need to lower your voice." You joked.

"I'm sorry." He began to raise his voice, causing others to turn towards you two. "HOW MANY MORE PINS-"

"Oh my god, okay! Stop! I'll drop it!" He laughed and prevented you from dropping your items down.

"I'm just playing. I'll stop." It hit you that his hand still lingered on yours, so you quickly drop it down before shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I promise this is it." You shrugged. "For now." You kept smirking at him over your shoulder before you happily walked over to the counter. After slipping the small shopping bag into your bigger shopping bag, you met Jimin outside of the shop who had been taking pictures of the street with his polaroid camera. "Do you always do this?"

"Take pictures? Yeah, I like holding onto the memories, as cliché as that sounds. They really do hold a lot of meaning for me."

"No, I think that's pretty cool."

"Do you mind?" He slightly rose his camera towards you.

"If you take pictures of me?" He nodded silently. "No, I don't."

"Thanks. It'll add a nice touch to my collection." He quickly snapped a picture of you smiling.

The two of you continued to walk around, with Jimin making sure you didn't miss anything significant. He led the way majority of the time, dancing when he would hear music playing on the street, mimicking ads posted on the walls or simply taking more pictures. When you both had your fill of the area, he drove to a nearby bbq restaurant where you could get some jajangmyeon, samgyeopsal and other entrees ready made for takeout before grabbing dessert on the way to the park. You held onto the food while he grabbed a blanket from the trunk of his car and laid it on the grass so you two could dig in and eat.

"That's a nice ass view." You said, staring at the tower up ahead.

"I could take you up there another day. There isn't much, but the view at the tower is amazing."

"I bet."

"So, what made you want to come to here?" All this time you had been spending with Jimin had been occupied by all the plans that you hadn't been able to really talk about this. You hadn't been able to divulge about the dirty details of all things home.

"I really just wanted a break from the chaos." You shrugged.

"Mmm, really painting a great picture of Los Angeles right now." He said sarcastically before he covered his mouth to laugh.

"Sorry, it's a great place, really. I honestly can't see myself anywhere else." You sighed. "I just.. felt myself slipping, you know? I was getting lost in all the work I had to get done, all the projects on my plate. At one point I felt so stuck that I really questioned if I belonged. I'm turning 26 soon and I still feel lost."

"Impostor syndrome?"

"Yes, that."

"Why? You made it that far, haven't you? May I ask what you do back home?"

"I work in translational science." His eyes widened.

"Wow, that's amazing. You came this far, Y/N. Why would you doubt yourself like that?"

"I guess I just always feel like I need to prove myself to everyone around me."

"In work or in general?"

"It was starting to feel like I had to prove myself in general."

"That's not fair. I know it's easier said than done, but you shouldn't do that to yourself. From what I can tell, you're a great person who's down to earth and enjoys life as it comes. There's nothing wrong with that. You're where you're at for a reason. I'm sure your friends and parents are really proud of you."

"Thanks." You smiled softly. "Yeah, my parents are pretty great."

"Yeah? See, that's good. What are your parents like?"

"Well, my dad is the executive director of another lab, while my mom is a pediatric nurse."

"So, science and healthcare revolves around your family."

"Pretty much. My dad is the reason why I got so interested in pursuing a career in science. He would always teach me things growing up and I always enjoyed going to science museums with him. That's all I wanted to do."

"That's cute." He smiled. "You're really close to your parents, then."

"Yeah, I am."

"Do they know you're here?" You nodded.

"Yeah. They were just sad I didn't join them on their Europe holiday trip."

"What?! You turned that down to come here? You're something else." You laughed and tossed a crumpled napkin at him, making him dodge it.

"Hey! I told you. I just wanted to do something solo. Something different."

"I mean, are you really doing it solo if you're here with me?" He smirked.

"I'm leaving."

"No, I'm kidding." He laughed as he put his hand out to stop you. "I know, I know. For the record, I'm glad you're hanging out with me and letting me show you around."

"Nice save, Park."

"You got it, sweetness." He winked, making you shake your head at the pet name.

"What about you? What's up with you and your family? I can tell you and Yana are close."

"Yeah, we are. I'm really happy about the relationship we have. She's my older sister and she's done a lot for me. A lot." He emphasized. "I can't help but feel super protective of her. I feel like I want to shield her from the world sometimes because she's such a good person and I don't want to see her get hurt, you know? It hurts me." You nodded silently. "I know part of the reason why she agreed to this whole thing was because of her ex." You swallowed the lump in your throat because same. Fucking same.

"I get that. That's really sweet of you."

"As for the rest of my family, I mean.." He sighed. "Yeah, we're all close. I love my mom and dad. I'd do anything for them, no question about that. They've always been supportive. But, sometimes I can't help but feel like I disappoint them."

"Why do you say that? Only if you feel comfortable, though." And he did. Jimin really did. He wasn't much to talk about his personal details because he was so busy trying to make sure his people were good, that people he cared for were okay. He barely had time to look out for himself, but he didn't mind it. All he wanted was for his people to be good. If that could happen, then all was well. Plus, he would hate to have to burden someone with such negative thoughts. It wasn't the happiest topic for him.

"I do." He softly smiled at you, his eyes wide and round like a puppy. He ran his hand through his hair before adjusting his position on the blanket. You couldn't help but feel weak at the sight of him. Sheesh. He could do the bare minimum and it would still be so attractive. "My sister is super smart and successful. She's worked so hard to get to where she is now. I mean, she works for a really popular magazine here. She started as an intern, then worked her way up and now she's close to creating her own clothing line. It's been her dream and she really worked to make it happen."

"That's amazing."

"Isn't it? She's such a boss." He shook his head. "And then there's me." He scoffed. "I went to school for business, with a minor in art. But that's about it for me. I don't really know what I want to do or how to go about making my degree useful." He used air quotes. "I honestly just don't even know. I got through school just fine, but I never had set plans for myself. I help my mom and dad at their cafe, then that's it." He shrugged.

"Jimin, you still have so much time to figure out what you want to do. Don't beat yourself up just because you didn't get there as quickly as Yana or other people. Your path isn't theirs and vice versa."

"It just gets hard, you know? I want to make them proud."

"And I'm sure they are. They always will be. You have so much to offer to the world, no doubt. You'll be able to show that in time."

"Thanks Y/N, I needed to hear that. Really." He smiled. "Just you listening makes me feel better."

"You should make more time for yourself, Jimin." You already could tell what kind of person Jimin was. One that always made time for everyone but himself. One who was completely and utterly selfless.

"I know, I'm working on it." He scooped into his ice cream cup. "So, enough of me." He chuckled. "Back to you."

"What else can I say about me?"

"I don't know, Y/N. I'm sure you have a lot you can say about yourself besides being a badass scientist." You chuckled. "Is that really the only reason why you came to Seoul? To get a break from LA and work?"

"If I'm being completely honest, no." He nodded as he continued to keep his attention on scooping more of his ice cream. "I'm actually in the same boat as Yana with the whole ex situation." You scoffed. "It sounds pathetic coming from me, I know."

"No." He shook his head. "No, it doesn't."

"I dated this guy for almost 5 years. But, it was so on and off and inconsistent during the last year. After we officially broke up, I couldn't separate myself from him, even if he was treating me like shit. Like a convenience. He would come around whenever he wanted to, even though he was already seeing other girls and playing his games. I was so tired of crying and feeling hurt over the fact that I was so replaceable. I was longing to find myself again."

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf, but you definitely don't deserve that."

"It is what it is."

"No, it's not. Someone who is more worried about getting their ego boosted than treating someone right doesn't deserve your time. None of this was your fault and I really hope you know that."

"It took me a long time to see it that way, of course. It was really difficult. I always questioned what was wrong with me."

"Nothing. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. Please hear me when I say that. I know we haven't known each other for long, but I really mean it. You're beautiful, smart and you have a lot of things going for you. If he can't fit in that equation, then fuck it. That's on him and that's his loss." You chuckled.

"Thanks, Jimin."

"Of course." He tilted his head to the side as he smiled. He continued to stare for a bit longer, eyeing all of your features and taking it all in. You were really beautiful to him. A work of art. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you away, but he felt compelled to be by your side while you were around. He just wanted to keep spending time with you, getting to know you and making you happy. That became his goal. "So, uh. I have a couple of more places I'd like to take you to, if that's alright?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm down to see everything and anything I can while I'm still here."

"I'll do my best." He chuckled. After you both finished up your ice cream, you threw out the empty containers and packed up the blanket before heading back home. You knew you were going to keep spending more time with Jimin and his friends, but you were beginning to feel a little sad parting ways at the end of the night. You gave Jimin a tight hug and said your goodnights before shutting the door. You threw your shoes off to the side and took a quick shower before plopping yourself into the warm sheets. Yoongi had left you a voicemail you hours ago, but you had been so caught up that you hadn't checked your phone until now. You weren't going to call back due to the time change. Namjoon and Yoongi were for sure knocked the hell out. They wouldn't hear a thing.

"Oyyy," Yoongi's raspy voice came up on the voicemail. "Just wanted to check on you and see how you were doing down there. Namjoon is out running errands but I think he's gonna be hanging out with Yana again. Call me back when you get a chance. But not when it's like 4 or 5AM here please. Take care of yourself and be safe."

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crazycookiemaniac · 4 years

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Why, hello there 👁👄👁💅

Let’s cut to the chase: I need your help to bring this project to life. If you’ve been following me you probably know what the Thunder Flames project is and why I’ve done it in the first place.

If you don’t, here’s a short summary: the Thunder Flames project (and event) is one where I quickly created 50 fan arts of a (incredibly underrated) gay couple (Magna Swing x Luck Voltia, aka LuGna or MagLuck, both characters from the anime/manga Black Clover) and posted them in the span of one week (July 7th ~ July 14th, 2020) in response to the stupid homophobic hate I’ve been getting over it ever since I started drawing them (January 2020).

You can read the full story in the Thunder Flames FAQ section, as well as in the Donation Page I’ve created just for this cause.

That’s why I would like to ask for your help. I tried to create a kickstarter and a gofundme for this, but I am unable to because I live in Brazil and none of these platforms are available for my country. So I’m doing this entirely on my own, and relying 100% on you guys.

If you think this is something worth investing, please help me by sharing this post and, if you can at all, donate. I of course will be opening commissions soon as well, but I (unfortunately) have my own living expenses to pay for, so most of my commission money will go towards that.

I’ve never done this sort of thing before so please be patient with me, but I will try to compensate everyone who donates an amount enough to cover the price of one book. And I don’t know how much that’s going to cost yet, but I’ve been contacting some places here and there and it’s going to be expensive as heck, because I actually wanna make a good, fancy, pretty looking book worth buying so it does justice to the sheer spite oozing from this project.

How expensive? Well, I want to do a good job. So if you guys actually support me, I’ll reach high like the sky and try to earn 3k USD to do it the way I want to (and that’s for the minimum amount, which is 100 books. But it costs almost the same to print 200). This sum is going towards printing the book, paying a graphic designer to make things look neat-o and possibly making some merch. Ideally I’d like to save up 5k but I’ll keep that in my dreams. I know nothing yet but I’ll try to keep the final price of the book as reasonable as possible.

PLEASE CLICK HERE IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN SUPPORTING AND/OR BUYING THIS ART BOOK (OR NOT. LMAO).

You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Shouldn’t you do the interest check before asking for donations?” And the answer to that is, yes. That would be the correct answer, if I wasn’t so spiteful as to at least make a minimum amount of copies regardless of how many donations I get, or how many people are actually interested in it. It would just take me more time to do it, and I’d probably not be able to make it look as fancy as I want it to.

But this art book is coming to life. Mark my words. Last time people tried me, I drew 50 illustrations of a gay couple in love in the span of 4 days and posted them all in the span of one week, as well as I made a website dedicated to it and am paying to keep that site up and running. Crazy story, huh?

If you actually enter the website to donate, you’ll see that the “Donate” button still isn’t working. But my Ko-Fi is, so please donate there for the time being!

Thank you so much for reading, and please help me spread the word to fuel my spite help me bring this project to life!!

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baka-monarch · 4 years

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What The Fuck!?

(A.N: before we start with the story I just wanna say that this is based off of this post by @lance-alt . Also, alot of creators on here got mentioned in the story, like actual mentions so if you got mentioned just know that I love what you create and wanted to include you because I love your interpretations of the sides, and you do not have to read this at all if you don’t want to and if you want me to take you out of the story please DM me and tell me so that I can)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SLIGHT MENTION OF VORE FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS, MENTION OF USYEMPETHETIC SIDES, SHITTING N SOME HEADCANONS EVEN THOUGH I MYSELF LOVE THEM

The Sides are lost. They find themselves in a familiar and yet unknown place.

They will soon find someone dark. And someone far too shiny and bright… Too innocent.

The Sides meet…

their fanon-selves.

...

It had started like any normal day. The sides existing as a part of Thomas, helping him with his daily dilemmas, the usual things. Until Thomas took a nap. Then the sides suddenly found themselves in a white void. It wasn’t a dream, they could confirm that much from the other dreams that Thomas had. Also from the confused looks on the twin’s faces who were in charge of dreams, like how Remus had caused Thomas’ nightmare that they had disgusted in Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts.

“Where are we?” Logan spoke up, voicing everyone’s concerns.

“Wherever it is, Thomas has never thought about it before.” Roman muttered as he glanced around.

“Yeah, I know his brains can be scooped out at times, but not even he can have a mind this empty.” At Remus’ comment, most of the others cringed in varying degrees, with Logan being the only one unaffected, only rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Although your metaphor usage could use some work, you are correct. This place is too empty to be a part of Thomas.” Logan conceded.

“If this isn’t Thomas...then where are we?” Virgil gleaned around wearily, trying to come up with his own explanation for this situation.

“It’s really blank here...maybe Thomas is in a coma?” Roman tried, to which Virgil’s eyes widened.

“Impossible, how would we be active if he is not?” Logan debated.

“I don’t know! Do you have any ideas, Sherlock Drones?” Roman rebutted, causing Logan to roll his eyes and fix his glasses.

“Unfortunately, no. There is not enough evidence...anywhere to make a proper inference on the situation.” Logan finished adjusting his glasses by the time he finished, gaining an annoyed huff from Roman.

“Heya, kiddos? Maybe we shouldn’t argue. We’re all confused right now, and getting upset isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Patton butted in to make sure things didn’t escalate.

“Thank you, Patton.” Logan gave a curt nod of agreement.

“Fiiiine!” Roman whined after a bit.

“It would be wise to explore, to see if we can find any clues as to where we are.”

“I’ll do it!” Remus jumped in. “Who knows, maybe we all died a gruesome death!” He cackled.

“No need.” Janus approached the group from behind, having already explored himself. “Look behind us.” When turning the sides were surprised to find the area behind them was not all whit. On it there were words like what one would find in a google doc currently describing their situation as they lived through it.

“What the fuck?” Virgil muttered. He had a Tumb.lr so he knew what fanfiction was, and this looked like it. “This can’t be happening…” He groaned, knowing it was happening.

“Aw, they’re writing about us Virge! Like the people on that one app you use.” Patton cooed, only knowing of the fluff part of fanon.

“Pat, you don’t understand. This isn’t good.”

“Oh nonsense kiddo.” Patton dismissed. “Have you guys seen the art they draw of us? It’s so cute!” Virgil internally cringed knowing that not all of it was like that.

“Either way,”-Janus cut off their small conversation.-“We need to find a way out of here.” Janus focused slightly more on Virgil for his next comment. “Whether this is real or not.” Virgil shivered at the thought of them not being real, or even acting like they do in the things that people create.

Everyone agreed, and soon they were on their way to explore this strange new environment.

…

Soon enough, however, the sides are lost. Which brings us back to where this story began. As they searched for their original location, or even the mysterious floating words, they come upon a familiar and yet unknown place. It looks strikingly like a Disney movie kingdom. With one half, filled with bright colors, lush fields, enchanting forests, and a large white castle with a red roof. The other half being dark and dangerous, the colors fading, plants rotting, instead of animals there only creatures of unknown origin, and in the middle, a black, crumbling, castle, with striking green roofing. It was almost as if...it were made for the twins.

In fact, as they got closer they could hear two far off shouts, with simultaneous silhouettes, motioning towards them, as if pointing them out to someone...or something, else.

“Uh...guys?” Virgil trailed off wondering if the others had noticed.

“On it.” Romas was quick to pull out his sword, Remus quickly following suit with his morning star.

It was unnecessary however, as once the silhouettes were in view, they looked exactly like the twins.

“Wha…” Roman lowered his sword as he saw this. As they got closer more figures came into view. All of which looked like the sides to varying degrees. There were thousands. Some were small, some were even giants, and there were alot that weren’t even human.

“Oh! Hi there kiddos!” A Patton(?) came running past the twin’s doppelgangers. “You’re probably really confused right now, I know alot of us were when we appeared!” The sides just looked at the Patton look-alike dumbfounded. The first to break out of it was Logan.

“I do not wish to appear rude, but, who are you and where are we?” Logan queried.

“Oh, I’m Patton by @baka-monarch !” Patton chirped. “And you’re in The Imagination!”

“The what now-?” “How did you-?” Both Roman and Virgil asked at the same time.

“Hm?” The other Patton tilted his head confused.

“One at a time now kiddos…” Their Patton silently reminded them. Roman nodded to Virgil to let him go first.

Virgil inhaled, taking his cue. “How did you say a mention? That only works when typed in social medias.” Virgil wondered confused.

“Oh! That’s just my fander creator kiddo!” This Patton didn’t miss a beat as he answered happily. Virgil stared at him blankly as he came to a horrifying conclusion.

“We’re in a f*****g fanfiction.” He jumped slightly at his bleep out. “What was that?”

“Oh, Jan Jan did that I wouldn’t have to hear any vulgar language.” All of them looked back at Janus who looked forward, uninterested, definitely trying not to hide his embarrassment at what this other him did, definitely not.

“...Okay… My turn!” Roman exclaimed. “What is “the Imagination”?” He used air quotes.

“Yeah, I was wondering that too, Mr. The 6th Day clone.” Remus added.

“Oh! Don’t you know? It’s the place you and Roman can go to to summon anything.You can even change the entire world around you!” Patclone chirped.

“What.” They all said in unison with worry, apart from the twins who were excited.

“Yeah! Isn’t it cool!” Patclone said oblivious to the consequences of the twins having this power could cause. “Oh yeah, do you want me to introduce you to everyone?”

“Please, I am intrigued about how our counterparts might act.” Logan conceded.

“Okie dokie then! Follow me!”

…

It had been a few hours at this point and they still weren’t even an eighth of the way through yet. There were so many headcanons, variations, AUs, OCs, OOCs, designs, everything. It was almost too much to handle.

“-this is @tscampfireau ‘s sides from their au-” The Virgil hissed and bit towards them as they almost walked on their pentagram that they were making out of… was that blood? The Patton and Logan were helping them by t-posing as a barrier against the other sides. “-yeah they can be a...fun bunch to hang out with. Oh, and here’s @bleepblopbloop56 ‘s sides.”

“How, and why are they hotter than us..?” Roman mumbled to Virgil, only getting a weird look in response.

“Then there’s @mango-shpango ‘s and @rondoel ‘s ones, he’s got a lot-” Patclone shrugged it off, but King caught all of their eyes. He didn’t have to look like the one they knew for them to know who it was… “Oh, hey there @that-prey-lounge and @tiny-peter-rabbit ‘s sides!” He greeted them. As they turned a corner there was a group of sides that were made of metal like robots. “Oh, there’s @burnadolt ‘s fnaf au!” He waved. As they approached a tavern the last group greeted was, “Heya @nommy-thoughts ‘ sides, how are you adjusting?” there were several positive responses from many of them, and as the sides looked closer they could see that a few were smaller than a human hand not only that but nearby (possibly made by someone else), were the sides they’d seen from afar earlier that were giants.. They hadn't noticed them yet here because of how closely compact the buildings were and how their size made what was visible from their perspective look like buildings.

As they all entered the tavern, they saw that there was only one group of sides here. “Hiya guys! New sides I’d like you to meet @baka-monarch ‘s group.” There were several different hellos. “And my friends, I’d like you to meet… to meet..? I’m sorry but who’s your creator?” Virgil was the one to answer.

“@thatstha-MMPH!” Virgil was only part of the way through before the other’s Janus made him slap his hand over his mouth as the other sides in the room went pale. “What was that for?” Virgil asked, his voice muffled by his hand.

“You can’t say his name. Not here.” Patclone explained cryptid. They all fell into an awkward silence, until Roman changed the subject.

“Why are there...two of you?” Roman observed.

“Oh!” Patclone chirped. “I was created just for this au! Just so I could be your guide!” He paused for a moment thinking before continuing. “I guess I’m like the Monika of this world.” Again, everyone paled, some not understanding, others...understanding too well. “Welp, I guess you want to go explore now! Jan Jan, do you and Patty wanna go have fun while they look around?” Both mentioned sides blushed.

“I told you not to call me that…” Janus mumbled as he took Patclone’s hand and the other Patton stood up to quickly join them as they went off to a separate room.

…

Only an hour had passed and the sides had already split off into groups with their counterparts. The Roman’s comforting each other while being completely random, some of them being sad little puffballs that the strong egotistic Roman’s had decided to protect, while others were a mix or just completely unsympathetic and degrading anyone the came in contact with, especially the Virgils. Virgil had kind of separated himself from the other Virgils since 90% of them were cowering away from everything and just having constant anxiety attacks, while the few who were different either had power that they abused, or were fawning over the other sides. The Logans had formed an army of science lead by the Logan from @askdarksidelogan and the other dark sides from his au, this Logan was very robotic looking, cruel, and unfeeling...well, almost unfeeling as the Deceit from his au was his boyfriend and the Remus was really close friends with him. Janus was busy trying to coral in all his different counterparts as some of them made plans to kill everyone around them and end the government, while others were hiding due to PTSD about the angst they have been through. The Remuses just vibed in their corner, killing, being gross, and annoying the other aspects. Finally the Pattons. Patton had basically adopted the ones that were child-like and too innocent for their own good while avoiding the unsympathetics that were teaming up with other unsympathetics and the ones who were...horny… Actually everyone was avoiding the horny ones.

But that was just the simplified version of the chaos. Logans were capturing people to test, Deceits were arguing over their name even though one was already canon, Romans were either being complete idiots or crying silently to themselves, while they were targeted by the unsympathetics along with the Virgils, everyone too scared to even try to tussle with the army of Logans.

Virgil sat back on a hill and watched it all unfold. How had the community gotten this far without this much chaos? He had no idea. A few other counterparts were up there with him but he didn’t mind since they mostly seemed chill. A Virgil approached and sat down next to him exhausted, and judging by the paint he was covered in he had just come from the Romans’ corner.

“Romans a little too much?” Virgil tried making conversation.

“Yeah…” He breathed. “It was getting a little too rowdy and I wanted to get my Roman out of there so he wouldn’t get hurt.” With no Roman in sight, Virgil assumed that he had been unsuccessful.

“So, which Roman is yours?” Virgil wondered.

“Hm?” The counterpart tilted his head confused until it clicked. “Oh, no, he’s not down there right now.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny Roman. “See.”

“Oh…” Virgil was at a loss of words. What does a person say to that? After that they just sat there in silence as Virgil’s counterpart and the Roman snuggled slightly through a hand to body contact.

“So…” Virgil decided to try again. “What’s it like, y’know, being shipped?” Virgil wondered, seeing how it seemed these two were in some kind of relationship. Virgil had always found it kind of weird, but, maybe there was more to it…

“I mean, it’s like any other relationship I guess… falling in love and deciding to be together.” The counterpart mumbled as the tiny Roman rubbed his hand to comfort him.

“But isn’t it weird how it isn’t real? How, you’re literally just playing out your creator’s fantasies because they enjoy the idea of you being together?” Virgil wondered.

The counterpart just shrugged. “I try not to think about it… but, it really isn’t that weird, even if we’re fictional characters we have memories, motives, morals, opinions, feelings. Those are real. Even if they aren’t created by us, they are real. Every thought, every motion, every breath. That is us. Just because it was written, drawn, or even just imagined, it happened and that makes it real. Makes this feeling real.” He explained as he rubbed the little head of his Roman.

“Huh I… I guess you’re right, I never thought of it that way.” Virgil shrugged.

“No one does. Why do you think people are told not to cry over fictional deaths when they actually had feelings for a character, platonic or not?” The counterpart said. “It’s just a story on the outside, something thought to not affect people even though when our memories are shared with them, it can change them.” Virgil looked at his counterpart, curiosity growing about how he had so much knowledge.

“Who’s your creator?” Virgil finally asked.

“Why do I have to have one?”

“Touche.”

They went back to a comfortable silence. It was nice. Until this one Janus came.

“Hey, Virgil, does Roman mind if I had him for a bit?” They asked.

“I don’t mind at all!” The tiny side exclaimed as he got on Janus’ hand. They soon left, but when that Janus vired the Roman they weren’t far enough away from Virgil for him not to catch a glimpse. He shivered.

“Is that normal?” He wondered.

“Depends on the part of the community, but pretty normal and usually safe, so don’t worry.” The counterpart comforted him. It barely helped but at last Virgil knew that that Roman was safe… probably.

“Can I try!” Remus came brelling up the his, straight (heh) to the counterpart.

“Only if you want to.” They replied.

“I do!” Remus wriggled with excitement.

“Alright, let's go find you one of the groups of sides either with the power to shrink you or are giants.” Virgil led Remus off the hill as Remus kept talking about everything that could go wrong but probably wouldn’t.

Weird. Was all Virgil could think as he watched them leave.

…

He saw a lot that day but never saw that Virgil again, as if he had vanished mysteriously. It didn’t matter to him right now though as he had been stuck with babysitting duty over all the little kid sides.

“F*** this.”

…

Virgil looked over the story he just read one more time. It was written by a small creator called @baka-monarch , who focussed more on reblogging than they did their own content.

“That was trash.”

…

“Reblog.”

#sander sides #vore mention #virgil sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #fanon sides #canon sides #fanfiction

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chaseagainstonision · 4 years

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A personal call out post

Let me preface this with having y'all not send her hate. I just wanted to bring awareness to this on Twitter as well as here becuaes I'm agitated and fed of with people who are constantly toxic to those around them and having stans/simps who back them up at every turn and enable them.

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I wanted to talk about @babblingartblog @naughtybabs and the drama I have surrounding her. I want to cover some of this: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/17c7F4GZXCVtqVqKPXNc4lWHS0T9pHZz2 and touch on some of the bigger things in each folder since I didn't quite do that last time since I was pissed.

Note that these folders will constantly be updating. I still have some caps that I have not tossed in these folder as I have not edited out usernames for privacy reasons. I have a folder on my desktop that is also uncensored for my own reference.

Starting off with Art and Caps (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1J_dwVDk396Cx-gZROZqK1dCB2ih5LJ6E?usp=sharing), this should be pretty straight forward. Some videos I have here are of her blatently tracing or stealing images from Google or elsewhere. I have tried to find sources for as many of these as I could. No true artist worth their salt would actually trace for a piece, especially not for commissions. Some of the other images are just some critiquing and stuff. The critiques are just personal gripes about her art that I feel could be improved upon.

For Facebook (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/11-374WefqZaE4YWVC3HNpsyWLrnkF6Or?usp=sharing), a few things stand out more than others. The first thing is something that happened at a larp she attended. She claims that she didn't do this, but multiple other people attest otherwise. It's an incident where she tried to break up a married couple and call the man's wife a bitch and what have you. She's also expressed some rather NSFW kinks/fetishes in these larp spaces that have made others uncomfortable. She had even gotten temporarily kicked from one larp group due to these actions. Another thing that stands out more than others is her promise to change and then falling right back into old habits. There are several of these posts and I think also a few tweets, but I'll touch of tweets further down. Anyway, there are countless times that people have told her that she needs help and needs to be a better person and she basically just shrugs it off and keeps up with her toxicity.

The final thing that I'd like to touch on in this section that's a red flag is how she treated her former place of residence. Without going into too much detail as I don't want to involve her former roomies in this more than I have to. She's claimed numerous times that her former residence was abusive when it wasn't anywhere near what she's said. She was the one creating a toxic environment and people were getting tired of her shit. Between her quitting jobs with no good reason, to not paying rent and spending what should have been rent money on larps and fast food and other such luxuries and accusing a former roomie of something heinous, she brought down the mental health of everyone in that house.

There are various other things that you can look through that I haven't even touched upon that set off more red flags. There were also some DMs that I had omitted that I won't release but can summarize if need be later. Also, I realize that some of these caps are ant sized, so if you need me to transcribe them, feel free to ask.

For Tumblr and Misc (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/152bkOkTiH4ZfWk3t9g3JhHMwSz2J-YjT?usp=sharing), there's not much there. Just some asks about the larp things I mentioned in the Facebook section, her GoFundMe, which I'll also touch upon in the Twitter section, and some caps from Youtube about her tracing.

For Twitter (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1pGqz6qTFuvKZDYPuxQTk6CLxGgJokYa8?usp=sharing), there are a ton of caps. There are only a few things that stuck out to my with these caps, too. Outside of the Hazbin Hotel drama, that is, since there are quite a bit of caps there.

The first is the most recent and the thing that kicked me sharing all of this originally. It relates to a Slenderman series creator names Adam Rosner who was outed as a piece of shit who did some unsavory things with a few people underage, as well as some other horrible, heinous shit. She claimed to be friends with him and that she "still can't believe that [she] ignored [her] gut" about how much of a creep he actually was. I called her out the two times that she spoke out about this because I knew, from personal experience and from also knowing Adam and interacting with him at a limited capacity (I just thought he was kind of a snob originally and was fame hungry), that she had been lying and had only really been an acquaintance, much like myself, and also had limited interactions with him.

Touching on the GoFundMe that I mentioned earlier, though, and she admitted that she, herself, donated her $1400 stimulus check from 2020 to inflate the amount she received from her GFM. The GFM was taken poorly from some former friends as she owns them money and she, instead of trying to pay some of that back, dumped her money in the GFM to inflate it.

She's also brought up a few times where she would like friends who wouldn't crucify her and that calling her out on her bad behavior and holding her to a standard means that you're stalking her or being mean or something. This piggy backs off of the point from the FB section about her saying she'll get better then doesn't.

For Videos and Caps (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vukA5KmVvbF56pC91GGD4s-FCZaXwW6W?usp=sharing), there are uhh... some questionable things in here.

The first is stuff that I had transcribed since it's in parts. This, against, cycles back to her attempts at fundraising for herself. She had gotten angry about various BLM protesters had gotten money for bail and lawyers and what not and that no one was, essentially, donating to her cause donating to small creators isn't "trendy" or "popular" or some such nonsense. Then, tried to back peddle by saying that capitalism sucks and how she shouldn't had used her GFM to compare to BLM but that the poor, LGBT+, black, etc aren't accessories or something but really still giving a nonapology.

Which brings be to a related but not really point about the stutter that she had. She's done this weirdly forced stutter in a few videos and I asked around if it was a thing that she had done before and it wasn't and is, indeed, a forced reaction to garner sympathy.

Swinging back around the the fundraisers she posted on FB and the bit about her roomies, there was a video that she had made accusing one former roomie of some nasty things, as well, when it never happened. The actual story, without getting into too much detail, was that she had pined after this roomie for a bit and was enamored with him but he had (and still has) a girlfriend.

As for the other videos, there's just a lot of depressed posting and what not. Like, a lot of depressed posting.

Some general statements: Normally I wouldn't dump on some of these things if it were anyone else, but knowing her personally and talking to some former friends and what have you and knowing how she is after all of this observation, there have been a lot of red flags that popped up. Like, I'm not here to victim blame or laugh at someone over mental illness or any of that shit. But I also know that she siphons personality traits and whatnot from the people around her.

#artists #artists on tumblr #art theft #art #digital art

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writingthrones · 5 years

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the northern dragon- part 8.

PART 8: HOMECOMING.

TAGS: @psychosupernatural , @xleviiiix , @ashtronomyyyy , @starkbelova,@5aftermidnight , @makapaka11 , @mxxkscreate-write , @scorpiosmalfoy,@harrison-shot-first , @art-flirt , @jessyballet , @vaexvictis ,@callmeconceited , @cassiopeia-barrow , @the-three-eyed-ravenclaw , @iirelynn , @aspiring-fangirls-world , @emmaelizabeth2014 @dyanna-corona , @donttellany1iusetumbler , @whatwhyc-c , @moadvx , @simplyfandomish , @daenerysstuff , @coltonparayyko (feel free to shoot me a message if you’d also like to be tagged!)

DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almost part of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: giving y’all what you’ve been asking for ;)

WARNINGS: angst, violence and brief threats of implied sexual assault as well as a brief description of a panic attack, also another kind of steamy scene.

“I’m not here for you, Robb Stark. I’m here for her.”

What was he talking about? Here for you? Why? Maybe he wished to drive a sword through your back like he had your father. He probably regretted not doing it when he figured out who you were. But just like Robb said, why would he come here on his own? Why didn’t he just spread the truth across the Seven Kingdoms and have his father advance on them? It just didn’t make any sense.

“I’m not letting you anywhere near her,” Robb said as he stepped forward and in front of you. It was a sweet gesture but you pushed him lightly aside. You would not cower behind him. “What do you think you’re doing here?” you questioned. “I see you’re not hiding anymore,” the dirtied knight said. “The confidence suits you much better,” he then added. Well, this was quite confusing and so you furrowed your brow. “At any rate, I think this conversation is better had in private,” he said casually. And to that, Robb chuckled humorlessly. “You’re mad,” he said through a huff, shaking his head.

But you stepped even further forward. “So be it,” you said. You could feel Robb’s shocked gaze on the back of your head but you didn’t care. Whatever he had planned, you wanted to know about. “Could you escort us to somewhere more private?” you questioned the guards who held him. “Y/N, you can’t--” Robb protested. “I can handle myself,” you said curtly, your gaze never leaving Jaime’s. “I need to know what’s going on.” The men nodded and began to move down the hallway. Ah, the perks of being a queen. Before you could follow, Robb tugged on your hand and so you finally broke your stare and turned to look back at him. “I know what I’m doing,” you said softly. “I know...” he sighed. “Just.. be careful.” So you nodded. Of course you would.. at least mostly. You planned to figure out just what was going on no matter what.

Finally, you caught up and entered a small, quiet room. The men released their grip on Jaime but, of course, left him in his chains. He could use them to strangle you if he really wanted to-- but you had a feeling that wasn’t the case. “What is it you’re doing here?” you asked sternly. “So he made you a queen,” he said-- completely disregarding your question-- and smirked. He stared at you for a long time without saying anything and it made you uncomfortable. “I’ll ask again-- what is it you’re doing here?” your tone conveyed your frustration. “Well..” his voice trailed off. “Now what can I call you, my lady?” he asked with a smirk. “--It should be Your Grace, if you must,” you shot back through gritted teeth. “And my name is Y/N.” He titled his head with curiosity and when he spoke again, his tone was suddenly very serious. “No. What is it your mother called you?” It took you off guard. Why had his tone shifted so suddenly? There was no reason for you to oblige him, but you did anyway. You felt compelled to do so. “...Visenya. But my name is Y/N,” you insisted.

“Visenya,” he repeated, nodding his head. “Call me Y/N,” you shot back. “I’d rather call you what Rhaella intended,” he replied, all traces of smugness having left his voice. This was quite odd. “Fine. Will you tell me what you’ve come here for now?” Another long pause-- it was driving you crazy. You began to clench your fists without even realizing. Clearly he noticed and it made him chuckle ever so slightly. “No reason to get yourself worked up. It’s not at all what you think.” Another pause. Why was he doing this? It was driving you mad. “I’ve come to pledge my fealty, Visenya. My sword is yours.” Immediately, you gasped.

MEANWHILE, IN KING’S LANDING.

An emergency small council meeting was being called-- one that King Joffrey was, shockingly, attending. Although, that was in large part because he was being forced by his grandfather. It was a very important matter, one even the boy needed to be informed about. The whispers about another, some say more legitimate, claim to the throne were growing louder and something needed to be done about it.

“I trust we all know what we’ve come to discuss,” Tywin began. Joffrey immediately went to open his mouth, like always, but was cut off before he could get even a single syllable out. “It has been practically confirmed that a Targaryen girl lives-- and she has become Robb Stark’s queen. We have reason to believe she may have played a large role in his escape at the Twins. Some say she may have been the one to kill Roose Bolton,” he said with an annoyed sigh. “So we send someone to kill her,” the golden-haired boy quickly responded before he could be cut off again. “We kick that damned wolf while he’s down. He’s lost half his army, take away another queen and he’ll give up his ridiculous crusade for revenge,” he then added. Tywin sighed, “Don’t think he’ll be so easily fooled, Your Grace. I shouldn’t have to remind you that he hadn’t lost a battle until then. They’ll be on high alert. There’s no way we’ll get within miles of her.” The king sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest with a huff.

“Anyways.. she may be a northern queen now but how long will it be before she sets her sights south? We’ve already heard whispers of those possibly supporting her claim.” His tone was growing more and more frustrated. Tywin did awful things in order to make sure something like this would never happen. He thought that the Targaryen reign was over, that they’d all been crushed. But now here was this girl, a daughter of the Mad King himself no less, and people were ready to support her. In a way, he understood. Tywin was no fool-- he knew how the people felt about his grandson but he would not give up his family’s position on that throne. As far as he was concerned, the Lannisters were always meant for that seat and they were finally here. So something must be done, but it certainly wouldn’t be as simple as Joffrey seemed to believe.

"If I may..” Lord Varys spoke up. “We know she is in the Riverlands now, correct? I know who to contact. It is possible that we could poison the girl and be done with it,” he stated so matter-of-factly.” Tywin nodded in his direction. “A good plan-- one we should keep in mind. However, I believe I have a better one,” his gaze then turned back to Joffrey. “Your uncle is still out there. We know that he has escaped and we have heard spottings of him. If we can make contact with him, I believe he will be the perfect man for the task. Lord Varys, we will use your contact to speak with him.” It was a good thing Cersei wasn’t there-- she would surely protest, say that Jaime needed to come home. And Tywin definitely did not want to risk his son but if anyone could slay a Targaryen, it was him.

BACK TO Y/N’S POV.

Indigo eyes were wide with shock. Jaime Lannister-- wishing to guard you, the daughter of the man he murdered when we has sworn to protect him too? This must be a joke. It even caused you to let out a humorless laugh, which got a frustrated expression from the blonde-haired knight. “I didn’t realize I was so funny,” he said, tone flat. “Well you can’t really expect me to believe that you wish to protect me, do you? You killed my father. And I am no fool, I know who he was. But I also know who you are and I know you’d drive a sword through my back as soon as you could.” You hadn’t realized, but you had your fists clenched tight throughout your whole little speech. “Now tell me, why would I march right back here if my intention was to just kill you? You know that I could’ve that night I escaped and yet I didn’t. I could’ve killed you and been done with it.. but I didn’t. And besides, I kill you now and those men rush in and slit my throat.” His gaze was turned towards the small window in the door. “And I rather enjoy living.” There was that familiar Lannister sarcasm.

Your thoughts were racing so fast you couldn’t keep up with any of them. But you put on a stoic face and let out a deep breath. “I... I need to think on this,” you replied. Were you actually considering this? It sounded ridiculous and yet.. something was compelling you to believe him. The way he became so serious when it came to your name, your mother.. he completely let down those walls and showed just a hint of vulnerability. “As you wish,” he nodded. And he was being patient with you? This was all so strange. Another deep breath and you left the room, instructing the men outside to hold him in a cell wherever they may be in the castle, with guards posted. After all that was said and the fact that he had come here after escaping before, you didn’t expect another escape but you could never be too careful.

You hurried back to your chambers with Robb, hearing as the men escorted Jaime from the room. “I look forward to your visit, Visenya,” he called out to you. It made you inhale sharply, totally caught off guard. Without turning around, you continued to walk towards your room.

When you entered, you found Robb sitting on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for your return. He quickly stood up, taking your face into both of his hands and seemingly inspecting you, presumably to see if Jaime had inflicted any harm on you. When he saw nothing, he took you into his arms in a tight embrace. It made you smile and you held him just as tight. When the two of you broke apart, his expression was questioning. “Why did he want to see you alone?” he quickly asked. Mouth hanging open, you struggled to find the words to say. “He said.. he wishes to pledge his fealty and act as my Queensguard.” Robb looked astonished, “He’s mad! After all he’s done to your family, he has absolutely no right saying such a thing.”

Nodding, you took a seat on the bed, bowing your head for a few moments before looking up at him. “I want to believe him,” you said softly. His brow furrowed. “Why?” He had begun to raise his voice, causing you to recoil slightly. It made him sigh, leaning down close to you and taking your hands into his own. “He’s a Lannister, Y/N. There’s no way you can trust him.. I can’t trust him. If I lost you, I...” His voice had begun to shake at that point which made you squeeze his hands. “Trust me then. Trust that I know what I’m doing. There’s just.. something about all this that makes me want to believe him. Why would he come back all this way if his intentions weren’t true? It doesn’t make sense.” Your thoughts were overwhelming you and you were beginning to panic, heart rate increasing and breaths becoming shorter and more frequent. Your husband quickly sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in a tight embrace. It took a few minutes but the feeling finally subsided and he broke away to look at you. “Let’s get some rest, yeah? We’ll talk about everything in the morning when our minds are clear.” You nodded and the two of you drifted off into slumber.

When you awoke the morning, the spot where Robb had been was empty. You sat up with a great sigh, assuming that he must be with his advisors, planning their next move. It’d been more than enough time since the Red Wedding, as they were calling it, and they needed to continue onward. But you couldn’t help but to think that it wasn’t the ideal move and you planned to let him know. You didn’t want to see him make another grave mistake. The army had taken a huge hit, they couldn’t afford another. So you had to put aside this mess with Jaime for a bit.

After dressing yourself, you made your way through the castle before finally finding where Robb and his advisors had assembled. Without a second thought, you strolled into the room where suddenly all eyes were on you. “My lords,” you said politely, bowing your head to them. “Your Grace,” they all responded. Robb was immediately beaming, though his expression did seem slightly confused. You found your place next to him, looking down at the map with all its pieces on it. “So what are these plans you all have?” You questioned, looking back up to see nothing but puzzled expressions. “Your Grace, if I may--” Lord Karstark was looking at Robb now. “I don’t intend to sit aside, keep my mouth shut and look pretty at Robb’s side,” you say, indigo eyes piercing through him. “I meant it when I said I’d be fighting alongside you all. I have armor being made as we speak. And as your queen, I think I deserve to be a part of these meetings.” Your confidence never faltered and from the corner of your eye, you could see Robb’s smirking face. “Well you heard her,” he finally chimed in. Looking over at him, you shot him a warm smile. The bond between the two of you was truly beautiful.

Basically, their plan was to march to Riverrun where the rest of the forces had convened, merge together and continue their advance Southward. You understood their desire to continue on their mission but you weren’t so sure it was the best move. So you made another proposal and pushed hard on it. To you, it seemed like the more wise move and you wouldn’t let them speak over you. Your idea was to meet with the rest of their remaining forces but instead move back up North. You hadn’t heard any news out of Winterfell since it had been taken after Theon’s betrayal. Then there was the business of Roose Bolton’s bastard supposedly taking control of the North as declared by the crown. Without a tight grip on the North, what was Robb even king of? After some heated debating, they came to understand your argument. When all was said in done, you could see that same look of pride in Robb’s eyes. You truly were a queen of the people, a warrior who would give her last breath to fight for what was yours.

So it had become settled then. Rather than continue down to King’s Landing, the Northern army led by their King and Queen would march back to their homeland to regain control and their strength. Within a week, you would begin on the long journey. Before you could leave, though, you were gifted the armor that had been promised to you by the armorer in Seagard. Robb said he had another important meeting and regretted not being able to come, but that you should go on anyways. Of course you knew it was being made, but you had a feeling that he had done something that would take you by surprise. And that he had.

The young man had put the pieces on a display in order to show you each and every detail that had gone into it. He had spent countless hours on it, making sure that it was nothing short of perfect for his queen and letting you know that the king had made some special requests. You felt a lump in your throat as you looked at them. Pressed into each shoulder piece was a three-headed dragon, the sigil of your house. And on the chest piece, an entirely new symbol where the dragon meets the wolf. He didn’t want you to be ashamed of who you were and it had you in tears. After thanking the man, you had the armor hauled off into a trunk.

Finally, there was this business with Jaime Lannister. You had put it off for long enough, something needed to be done whether that was taking him as a prisoner once again or accepting his offer. Lately, your mind had been leaning towards the latter. Walking through the courtyard full of men preparing for the journey, you continued into the castle and descended downward where he was being held. The room was dark and you were handed a torch in order to see. When you entered the room, he looked even worse than he had when he arrived if that was even possible. He squinted as he looked up at you. After taking a deep breath, you spoke first.

“Tell me why I should believe you. You broke your oath before, how can I trust you not to do it again?” You did your best not to let your expression give anything away. “You said you knew who your father was then you should know why I did what I did. I don’t believe you would do anything of the sort,” he said, tone so different than the Jaime you’d known until now. Before you could find the words to say, he had spoken up again. “You look just like her, you know? You move the way she did, speak how she did. But then there’s this.. fire. You’re a dragon through and through,” he smiled his usual smirk, though his words did sound genuine. Taking a deep breath, you almost couldn’t believe what you were saying. “I accept your offer, Jaime Lannister. You will be Lord Commander of my Queensguard.” Well, the only member of your Queensguard but that wasn’t important right now. He looked truly shocked-- clearly he didn’t expect you to be able to believe him. It made you slightly nervous, as if he was shocked that his scheme worked. You would have to keep an eye on him, watching as he proves himself.

Jaime bowed his head, “I will protect you with my life.” He really just didn’t sound like the Jaime that everyone knew. His words sounded so genuine. Without another word, you exited the cell. “We plan to leave soon. Please see to it that Ser Jaime is bathed and dressed and prepared for the journey.” From the corner of your eye as you walked past, you could see the shock on their faces. “But Your Grace--” they protested. “Quickly, please,” you replied over your shoulder. You took one last trip to your quarters to put a custom-made breastplate that went over your heavy gown fashioned for the long ride. Much like the armor, Robb had a three headed dragon pressed into the leather of the piece that covered your sternum. Then, you pulled on your cloak made with wolf’s fur. The Northern Dragon.

You entered the courtyard where you began helping in the effort to prepare but the men insisted that it was handled and the queen did not need to concern herself with it. It made you roll your eyes but there was no point in trying to argue. As you turned, you spotted Robb, who you immediately jogged over to, grinning. Even in all the chaos, you couldn’t help but feel those butterflies every time you saw him. But Robb’s expression was not so happy.

“You had him freed,” he said. “I accepted his offer, yes,” you replied. Before he could say anything else you needed to add, “I told you to trust me.” He sighed, “Yes, but these men will never trust a Lannister-- least of all him. Especially as a Queensguard. I don’t know about this, Y/N.” You sighed. He was right, this move could make things worse-- but you were a queen and you should be able to do as you please. The people should trust that you know what you’re doing. “They should trust me too,” you replied. He simply nodded, though he was still visibly nervous.

Finally all ready, you pulled yourself up onto your house up at the front, next to Robb. You then watched as Jaime walked out, clean with his beard trimmed down, dressed in Northern armor. It was a far cry from the gaudy armor he had worn as part of King Robert’s Kingsguard. The men around you started to grumble and you turned to face them before they could begin yelling. “My lords, I understand your worries and frustrations but I ask that you all trust me in this. Ser Jaime will be serving as my Queensguard.” The mens’ faces were stern, but you could see the anger in their eyes. They simply turned away and kicked their horses into action.

It was a bit of an awkward ride, with you being between Robb and Jaime. Not much was said but then again these rides weren’t typically filled with small talk. It was just after sundown when you all finally came to a stop and set up camp for the night. Robb immediately went to meet with his advisors while you decided to let yourself into Jaime’s tent. There was plenty for the two of you to talk about.

It seemed as though he was preparing himself for sleep when you came in. “I didn’t mean to intrude..” you said quietly. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied, offering what you could’ve sworn was a smile. You walked over and perched yourself on the very edge of the bed, still not feeling comfortable around him-- understandably so. He continued to stand but turned to face you. “Did you need something?” he questioned. “I need to know why you did this. You took an oath and I want to know that it’s not all a trick,” you replied, a certain vulnerability in your voice that you just couldn’t hide. “If you couldn’t be sure of my intentions, why did you agree?” He was right. Why did you do that? Something compelled you to believe him, but you couldn’t say that. “You.. kept talking about my mother. About how I look like her or sound like her.. and you wanted to know the name she gave me. I don’t know, I suppose it made me believe that you care,” you said, your voice beginning to shake. You hated that. It was strength that you needed to project but you were.. scared. He leaned down in front of you, eyes looking deeply into yours. There was this look that you couldn’t quite decipher. “I don’t regret what I did to your father.” His words were harsh but you couldn’t blame him. “But I do regret not being able to protect your mother. From Aerys and all the rest. So I believe I owe it to her to keep you safe,” he then added, the seriousness of his tone never wavering. “Besides, I’m the best man for the job if I do say so myself,” he said as he stood back up, back to his regular sarcastic voice. “Even your husband couldn’t protect you as well as I-- don’t tell him I said that. Or do, I suppose.” This time you were positive that he flashed you a smirk. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling in response.

You laid in bed that night feeling much better about the situation. Sure, you still felt uneasy about the way the men looked at you now but you were confident in your choice. If they trusted you as a queen, they would understand why you did what you did. Jaime would prove himself in due time, you were sure of it. But you hoped that they did not begin to resent you.. a Targaryen working with a Lannister, two enemies of the North, to them it must’ve been a recipe for disaster. But you knew that Robb trusted that you knew what you were doing and surely that’d be enough for them, right?

The next few weeks were hard. The looks you were given were unmistakably angry and skeptical but you managed to hold your head high. You still attended most of the meetings where you all discussed the plan of action. Finally, it had been decided that the army would round up all who could still fight and first attack the Dreadfort. From there, it would be on to Winterfell. The logic being that taking the Boltons’ house seat would significantly weaken not only the literal army itself but also the morale. It would insure that the retrieval of Winterfell would go as smoothly as possible. You all still weren’t quite sure how Theon factored into all this but rumors were that he had killed Bran and Rickon and both you and Robb would make sure that he suffered, though neither of you wanted to believe that it could be true. But that could then take care of the rebellion of the Iron Islands.

Your arrival upon the Bolton stronghold took just under a month of heavy riding. The army settled at a safe distance beyond the walls, making your intimidating appearance known but not putting yourselves in a spot to be stormed without warning. There were many lookouts posted and many men slept battle-ready. After an adequate night’s sleep, it was time. This was the siege of the Dreadfort, where the army of those loyal to house Bolton were lead by the twisted and cruel Ramsay Snow. Though not legitimized, he was the only male heir left of Roose’s.

You and Robb helped each other into your armor. It was the first time you had worn yours and he stepped back, looking at you in absolute awe. “I love you,” he said, sounding nearly breathless. “I love you too,” you replied, pulling him into a kiss with a smirk on your lips. When the two of you broke apart, he held your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours. “I know that you know what you’re doing just.. I need you to return to me. I’m lost without you, I--” His words made your heart ache, so you cut him off. “I will. We’re going to win this, okay?” He let out a deep breath before letting you go then nodded. “I’m going to stay close to you but if we get separated just..” His voice trailed off and all he could do was come up with a sad smile. You nodded back at him, understanding what he was trying to say.

The two of your left your tent and within no time, Jaime was at your side, looking shocked by your attire. You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. “So we’re doing this together then?” he questioned. “That we are,” you responded.

THIRD PERSON POV.

Jaime was left in awe of the Targaryen girl. The armor that had been adorned with her house sigil fit her like a glove. It reminded him of Rheagar and he hoped that she had the same skill that he did. But then there was those silvery locks pulled back into one long braid, like that of a Northern woman. But she was no wolf, he thought to himself. He finally turned his gaze away from the young woman and set his attention on the task at hand. Above all, he would keep her safe but he would make sure that they took the place for their own. Her goals were now his as well. But he also had plans of his own that he planned to reveal in due time.

Robb’s army marched forward and the eager Ramsay opened the gates for them. He was confident in his forces, sure that they were not only able to defeat the men in combat but that their brutal methods would make those remaining run in fear. He would finish what his father should have and flay the so called King in the North alive. His Targaryen would queen would be next. Or maybe, he’d make the Stark boy watch as he cut her up before moving on to him. The thought of it made him grin with sick pleasure.

Charging in, Robb’s army began to clash with Bolton forces. Men on each side were being struck down as casualties began to stack up, they seemed fairly even. It wouldn’t be an easy victory for either side.

BACK TO Y/N’S POV.

As what would be expected, at a certain point you did become separated from Robb. Both of you were being put into tough spots and the only logical move was to separate. Though it made you nervous to not know where he was and if he was okay, you knew that he was a more than capable warrior. What was even more shocking was that you had become separated from Jaime. He had taken an oath to protect you but now he was nowhere to be found. It made you wonder if it had just happened naturally or if he had deserted or even worse, he had been continuing to work with his family all along. But you couldn’t concern yourself with those thoughts right now, losing your focus for even a second could mean certain death. You just had to believe that Jaime was somewhere fighting to get back to you.

You were cutting down Bolton loyalists left and right, letting out a grunt now and again. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins and your anger had you seeing red. It was amazing the way you managed to dodge every swipe and stab. You had left an entire hallway of bodies in your wake when you turned a corner and got stormed by a man who used his forearm to slam you into the wall, knocking all the air out of your lungs. “The Targaryen bitch,” he said with a smirk. “I can’t wait to see the reward Ramsay is going to give me for you,” he kept going, face coming close to yours. You clenched your jaw, attempting to wriggle yourself away but his force on you was strong. “Though I’d love to take a little reward for myself right now..” Of course you knew what he was implying but before he could smash his disgusting lips onto yours, you spit directly into his face. It caught him off guard and caused him to stumble back. “You bitch!” He screamed and readied himself to slam you again, surely in a way that would leave you unconscious. But you moved more quickly than him and buried the sword deep into his chest, panting as you watched the life drain from his eyes and felt as the warm blood covered your hand. Forcefully, you pulled it out and watched as he dropped to the floor.

You took off down the halls, somehow never running into another soldier. You finally made your way out into the courtyard where a few infantrymen were fighting each other but in the center, you spotted Robb and Ramsay battling it out. Each of them was landing hits on the other, leaving both bloodied. One wrong move and Robb could be dead. But you could turn the tides by rushing Ramsay from behind, so that’s what you did. Unfortunately, the force with which you shoved him wasn’t enough to send him falling into the snow. Instead, he turned quickly on his head and clashed his sword with your own.

Before you knew it, there was strong arm around your waist, hot breath on your neck and the cold steel of a blade pressed against the delicate skin of your throat. You had made the wrong move and now you would die for it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, readying yourself for death. When you opened them, you were met with the horrified stare of Robb and you did your best to smile at him but you were unable to hold back the tears. Your breath was shaky as you mouthed the words, “I love you.”

“It seems we are at an impasse, my king,” Ramsay finally spoke mockingly. He then spoke directly into your ear, “I hear you’re the one who killed my father.” His tone was angry.. at first, then it quickly turned into delight. “You have actually done me a great favor, you know?” He chuckled and in response, you tried to break free of his grip and he only chuckled some more. “Lets not make this more difficult than it needs to be.” You could see Robb clenching his jaw and certainly thinking up his words carefully. “You aren’t going to win this, Ramsay, hand her over and I shall grant you mercy,” he barked. “Oh I wouldn’t be so sure there. You’ve lost many men.. even your father’s ward has betrayed you. And now I hold your queen’s life in my hands.. I don’t think this is much of an even playing field.” His delightful tone never faltered and it sent a shiver down your spine. Robb opened his mouth to speak but before he could get anything out, the bastard cut him off.

“So here is what I propose.. you surrender, tell your men to stand down and I spare her life,” he began. “Don’t!” you cried out. You would much rather die than Robb give up all that he had built. The freedom of the North was much more important than your life. Ramsay pressed the blade closer to your neck and you could feel it begin to break the skin and just a drop dripped down. “The men are speaking, darling,” he said, still speaking in that carefree voice. “I was also thinking that I could.. take her off your hands.” His words made you gasp. “Absolutely n--” Robb started. “You want her to live, don’t you? Well those are my terms, young wolf. What do you say?” You may not have been able to see his face, but you could feel the smirk in his voice. He clasped his hand over your mouth and nose, instantly sending you into a panic. “I said, the men are speaking,” For the first time, he sounded annoyed. “Well?” he asked. Just as Robb opened his mouth, a crossbow bolt wizzed past your head, directly through Ramsay’s skull. In seconds, his body fell to the floor and you rushed into Robb’s arms, the two of you holding each other in a tight embrace. You looked up though, wondering who was the culprit.

Up on the walls you saw none other than Jaime Lannister staring down at you. Your features portrayed pure shock. Robb broke away and turned around and you watched as his eyes found Jaime. The two of you were at a loss for words. All Bolton men stood down and your army quickly took them as prisoners. Jaime made his way down to you two shortly, walking over with a confident smirk. “You know, I’ve never been very good at that,” he said. Your brow furrowed with confusion. “But I made an oath, didn’t I?” You were at a loss for words. Robb was the first to step up, though. “I can’t thank you enough,” he said, clearly still in disbelief. “I made an oath I intend to keep,” he said again.

The knight then moved closer to you, lifting your chin with his finger to examine the small wound that had been given to you. “I’m fine,” you said shakily, leaning back. “Still,” he said, then turning to Robb, “You need to get her a medic.” He nodded, calling out to the men to get someone immediately. Everything from then on out was a blur. The cut as well as other bruises and such were being tended to back in the camp. Afterwards there was a celebration. The Queen in the North had survived thanks to her Lannister Queensguard and the Dreadfort had been sacked, with the only remaining Bolton being slain. It was a great victory and made them feel more confident about their impending fight to take back Winterfell. And after Robb established his reign, they would fight for their official secession from the Realm and once again become a free Kingdom.

That night when you slept, you had a vivid dream. You stood on the shores of an island where you heard a loud screech. Turning around, you saw a large dragon take off from the wall of a large castle and head straight for you. For some reason, you felt no fear. The creature landed in front of you with a loud thud followed by a large breeze created by its wings. It looked directly into your eyes before letting out a mighty roar, making you recoil just a bit. Once it was over, it continued to stare at you, seemingly tilting its head with curiosity. Slowly, you walked forward and reached out to touch it. The scales felt burning hot to the touch but there was no pain. Suddenly, you woke up and sat straight up, panting.

Robb immediately woke up, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your waist while placing a hand on your cheek and leaning down to look you in the eyes. “What is it, love?” he asked, still slightly groggy. “I just.. I had a dream,” you replied, still a bit breathless. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t real. You’re okay, you’re safe,” he said quickly, his grip on your waist becoming tighter in an effort to comfort you. “No I... I wasn’t afraid,” you said, staring off for a bit before looking back at him. “I think.. I need to go home, Robb. Not forever but.. I need to see where I was born. I don’t know what that all meant but there’s just this feeling,” you said softly, knowing that it would undoubtedly upset him. “Winterfell is your home, Y/N. Dragonstone is far, you can’t make that journey alone. So much could happen, I.. I can’t lose you.” With each word he spoke, you could hear his anxiety spiking. “I wouldn’t be alone. I would have Jaime.. nothing would happen to me. Trust me, I plan to return to you as soon as I can, my love, but something is calling me there and I can’t ignore it.” His expression was that of sadness and pain, it broke your heart but you stood by what you said. This feeling could not be ignored.

“I told you to trust me, didn’t I? Jaime saved my life today, I know he will be able to protect me. I just need you to understand that this is something I need to do,” you added, taking hold of the hand he had formerly held to your face and squeezing it. “I trust you,” was all he could manage to say. “We know that we have allies in White Harbor who would give us a small ship and a crew. If we ride fast enough, we could arrived there in a week’s time. I know I don’t know really anything about travel by ship but I don’t believe it should take very long. I.. don’t know how long I will be there but know that I will return to you. I’ll send a raven upon my arrival, alright?” you said with a nod. He sighed and nodded in response. “I know there’s no stopping you,” he said with a slight chuckle. Of course there wasn’t, all throughout your childhood he had never been able to keep you from doing what you wanted no matter how risky or ridiculous. You smiled before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

You stood up from the bed, moving over to your trunk and finding your clothes for the day. “I’ll tell Jaime that we’ll be leaving as soon as possible,” you said as you said as you held different practical dresses up. You looked up from the clothing to see Robb still in bed, smirking. He got out and walked over slowly as you retuned to your search for something to wear. You felt him wrap his arms around you from behind, placing soft kisses along your neck. Shivers ran down your spine but you playfully tried to resist him. “I think we both deserve a.. proper goodbye,” he said in a low whisper, giving you goosebumps. Unable to resist, you finally turned around to face him, pressing your lips to his with passion as you placed a hand on the back of his neck. His own arms wrapped tighter around your waste, returning the passion and pulling the two of you back until you fell onto the bed. The two of you began to giggle and grin between kisses as thing became more heated. You still would not budge on consummating your marriage, refusing to become pregnant right now, but found other ways to please each other.

Lying beside one another, you looked into each other’s eyes. “What am I going to do without you?” he sighed. “You’re going to fight for our home and win. You will crush our enemies and when I return home.. we will get revenge for Lord Stark and Lady Catelyn,” you replied. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you ran your fingers through his curls with a smile. “I’ll be back before you know it.” After placing a soft kiss to his forehead, you began to ready yourself for the day. First, you certainly needed a bath after the morning you had. After that, you dressed and made your way to Jaime’s tent.

You sat at the edge of his bed beside him as he polished his blade. “To what do I owe the honor of your company?” he asked, not looking up from his work. “We’re leaving,” you simply replied. The had him looking up immediately as he put down the sword and polishing materials. “What?” he questioned. “We’re leaving. Gather your belongings, we leave for Dragonstone at once.” He gave you a questioning look. “I woke up with this feeling.. I just need to be there. There’s something I need to figure out about myself, about my family.. I don’t know. But we’re going, so please hurry and get your things. I would like to reach White Harbor in a week.” He stood and started to get everything together. “I’d say that’s a bit unrealistic but as you wish,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

Rolling your eyes, you exited the tent to be met with looks you didn’t quite understand from the men. Suddenly, each got onto one knee. “My queen,” they all proclaimed. You could spot Robb from a distance and shot him a questioning look, to which he responded with a smile. Lord Karstark was the first to stand, nodding his head to you. “We wish you safe conduct,” he said and then all the others chimed in as they also rose to their feet. It left you speechless. Not long ago, you swore these men were quietly doubting your authority and now here they were, clearly showing their devotion to you. You believed that they genuinely wished for your safe journey and return home and it surprised you. You were quite worried that your return to your house’s seat would leave them in doubt. Smiling, you projected your voice, “I thank you all!” They all moved aside as you made your way through them to get back to your tent, where Robb followed you inside.

Tears were pricking at your eyes as he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I told you they believe in you,” he said quietly. You had shared your concerns with him in late night whispers. You held on to him, saying nothing and instead burying yourself in the crook of his neck as tears you were unable to hold back slipped out. He rubbed your back quietly. After taking a deep breath, you broke apart. “This is it,” you said, feeling them begin to start back up. “It is,” he replied sadly, wiping away the tears with his thumbs as some welled up in his own. It broke your heart but you knew this was something you needed to do. The feeling would eat away at you if you put it off.

As soon as Jaime was finished, the two of you readied your horses with a wagon attached to his to hold your belongings. Robb insisted that you have just a few other men tag along, at least until you two reached White Harbor but you had to remind him that it would only draw more attention. After another tearful goodbye, you and your sworn knight were off. What awaited you in Dragonstone you weren’t sure but you were eager to find out.

Things were a little uncomfortable the first few days, neither of you saying much on the ride and being far too exhausted when you set up camp to have any coherent conversation. It was around the fifth day when Jaime decided to speak up on a slower portion of your ride. “So what is this.. calling you say you had?” he asked. You hadn’t even realized that you didn’t actually explain anything to anyone other than Robb. “It was.. this dream. I was there on the shore, staring out at the ocean when I heard the cry of a dragon. When I turned around, it was headed straight for me and roared when it landed. But I never felt scared. As soon as I touched it, I woke up with this feeling that I needed to go,” you said with a sigh. He looked over at you with a furrowed brow. “You don’t think we’re going to find a dragon just hidden away there, do you?” he replied with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes, looking away from him. “No! I just.. I think it meant something. A symbol or something, I don’t know. All I know is I need to go there now.”

There wasn’t much more to be said, you were too frustrated to continue the conversation though Jaime did try. It wasn’t until you two finally reached White Harbor that a real conversation sparked up again. “Stay close to me,” Jaime said in a low, serious voice. You shot him a questioning look. “Do you not see the way people are looking at you? Sure most people have heard rumors about your existence but not everyone believes it. We don’t exactly know who is okay with it,” he said, making sure to keep his voice down. You nodded, sticking close to him and lifting up your hood as to not draw any more attention from the common folk. Robb said that he had sent a raven to prepare his allies in the harbor for your arrival, so all you needed as to focus on finding them.

People stared as you kept your head down and walked quickly navigated your way through the harbor. When you finally arrived in the shipyard, you began scanning around. It was stressful, as you didn’t even know what you were searching for. That’s when you saw a tall, bearded man staring at you. Curious, you walked closer. “Queen Y/N?” he called out, causing you to let out a sigh of relief and a nod. “Robb told us you’d be coming.. and with him.” There was resentment in his voice as he turned his gaze towards Jaime. “Yes, he is the Lord Commander of my Queensguard,” you said, pulling his attention away from Jaime. “I truly can’t thank you enough for your help with this journey. It means so much to me,” you added, offering him a smile and trying to redirect the conversation. He nodded, returning the smile. “It is my pleasure, my queen.” He then ushered the both of you onto a small but sturdy ship where a crew was already preparing to set sail.

After discussing the details with all of them, you turned to the man who Robb had asked this great favor of. You smiled, “Thank you so much.” He returned it before replying, “I wish you a safe journey, Your Grace.” Then he left and you were pushed off from the harbor. You looked over at Jaime, whose expression you couldn’t quite decipher and then nodded. Strolling over to the side of the boat, you leaned on the railing and stared out at the sea, watching as White Harbor slowly disappeared. You stayed out on the deck for a while before retiring to your quarters, ready for sleep after a long day.

That night you had another dream. This time you were walking the steps up to Dragonstone, hearing footsteps behind you. It was Jaime. He nodded, as if to tell you to keep going and so you did. In no time, you were at the doors of the castle and you could feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Taking in a deep breath, you shoved the doors open. You weren’t sure what you were really expecting but there wasn’t much to find. As you ventured through the halls, running your fingertips along its walls, you heard a noise. You couldn’t quite figured out where it was but you followed until it became louder and louder. Finally you stood at the top of a stairs. Whatever it was, it was down in the bowels of the castle. Without a second thought, you hurried down them, eager to figure out just what the hell was going on here. When you finally reached the bottom, you could see a faint light in the distance that you began to ran towards-- and that’s when you woke up.

These dreams had to mean something. Whatever was at Dragonstone, it was beckoning you there and you would answer its call. You just had to hope that it wouldn’t be something you’d regret. You weren’t quite sure what time it was but there was no way you could fall back asleep, so instead you readied yourself for the day and went up on deck. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon and you smiled, hugging your arms close to your body as a brisk wind blew past. Losing yourself in thought, you were only drawn back to reality when you felt a presence beside you. Looking up, you were greeted by the sight of a smirking Jaime Lannister. “Good morning,” he said. You nodded in response.

The two of you stood in silence, enjoying the view before he spoke again. “What do you expect to find, really?” he asked, sounding sincere now. You sighed. “I’m not sure. I had another dream last night and I just know that something is waiting for me,” you let out a huff. “Well then I suppose we’ll just have to find out, yeah?” he replied, offering you what appeared to be a real smile. Slowly, you were beginning to believe that Jaime truly did care for you and really wanted to see to it that you were protected. In fact, you were really starting to enjoy his company. “So do you have any idea how close we are then?” you questioned. “I have been on a ship very few times in my life, Visenya. I haven’t a clue,” he said with a slight shrug. Visenya. It still felt odd to be called that but.. in a good way. It was what your mother intended and the closer you got to your house seat, the more it felt right. You may be an official Stark now but you were still a Targaryen, and one of two that remained at that.

As the day began to wind down, the both of you returned to the lower deck. There was a common area where you two sat and go into the ship’s storage of ale. You laughed and joked for hours, Jaime telling you about the ridiculous things he’d gone through with his family and how he was honestly a lot happier this way. You knew for sure that it was something he’d never admit sober and even then, he seemed shocked that he had admitted it. It made you grin. “A Lannister happy to be in the service of a Stark queen?” you laughed. “Who would’ve thought.” His eyes narrowed, “You may be his queen but you are no Stark, Visenya.” You opened your mouth for just a second before rolling your eyes and huffing as a response, knowing there was no use. He was right, in a way. But still, you were a part of Robb’s family.

Each day felt longer than the one before and you began to wonder if you’d gotten lost. And that’s when you finally saw it, the castle that was shrouded in fog becoming more and more visible the closer you got. Finally, you had made landfall and you anxiously awaited for the men to anchor the boat and set up a bridge to let you off. Once they did, you started off towards the steps that lead you up, shouting a “Thank you!” as you went. You heard Jaime hurrying behind you. “Slow down!” he called. “I can’t!” you responded.

It took you longer than you expected to climb them all but when you did, you stood in awe of the large doors. They looked just as they had in your dream. Jaime finally stood at your side, panting. After some deep breaths, he spoke up. “Are you ready?” he asked, concerned but also somewhat impatient. Finally out of your daze, you nodded. Taking a deep breath, you walked forward and pushed the doors open. As you walked in, everything looked just as you had dreamed-- except for the unfamiliar banners that hung on the walls. Seemingly sensing your confusion, Jaime spoke up. “Stannis Baratheon’s. After.. what happened, his brother gave Dragonstone to him,” he said. You nodded, clenching your jaw at the thought of some usurper just giving away the land your family held for so many years. You yanked hard on the fabric and it came tumbling down. Never again would this place belong to anyone else. Queen in the North or not, you would not let your family’s seat go to anyone else ever again.

Just like in the dream, you ran your fingertips along the stone walls, breathing the air in deeply as if it were somehow different than that up North. This is where you were born.. but also where your mother had died. The beach you arrived on was the same one your siblings had been sent away from. There was plenty of bad memories here but there was also something you needed. Something that would help you better understand yourself and where you came from, you were sure of it. Then, just like that vision, you found the same stairs that lead down into the dungeons. Taking a few deep breaths, you began to walk down.

When you heard Jaime right behind you, you turned to look up at him. “I need to go alone,” you insisted. “Visenya, you don’t know what’s down there. You can’t--” You knew that he meant well, but you cut him off. “I can handle myself. I need to do this alone, Jaime,” you said, trying to stress just how important to you this was. He seemed taken aback, simply nodding and going back up to the top of the steps.

Taking a deep breath, you continued down into the darkness. Part of you wished that you had brought a torch, though you just felt like this was right. Finally reaching the bottom, you looked all around before spotting a light in the distance, just like that from your dream. Everything from your dream was coming true.. it was giving you the chills. Walking slowly towards the light, you squinted your eyes trying to figure out what you were looking at. Finally, you reached the source of the light, though you struggled to understand just what it was you were seeing.

Bending down on your knees, you finally made sense of what you were looking at. The sight left you breathless. Before you, there was three candles. And in front of each one, a dragon egg.

FINAL NOTES: well y’all wanted her to have a knight who protects her.. bet you weren’t expecting it to be jaime ;) and dragons!!!!! ahhh i’m really happy with this chapter and what it has established and i hope you guys are too!

#robb stark imagine #robb stark x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #jaime lannister imagine

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Thank You Muppets, No More Questions! - Ralph Anderson x Reader (The Outsider)

@happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad.

GIF CREDIT: X

Sure Be Cool If You Did / Bienvenue From Hell, Mon Amour / Made in the USA / Cold Night / I Could Not Ask For More / Under The Weather

Author’s Note: I watched Wreck-It Ralph and The Muppets Most Wanted with @mandy23b and this happened. That’s all I wish to say! 100% inspired by the baking scene (and then I stole the song-!) Please enjoy a soft, adoptive father and his little girl 🙏💙

Interrogation Song - The Muppets

Disclaimer: The Outsider characters not mine (Book setting rather than show setting)

Premise: With you out on call this weekend you leave it to your workaholic partner to entertain your daughter...

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Warnings: N/A (Insulin warning?)

____ Kermit, let's begin Describe the day you played Berlin... Hmm, Frog we've got our doubts Can you confirm your whereabouts My alibi is watertight The audience saw me sing all night Hello, I think it's time for good cop, romantic cop... I think she likes me I don't think your puns are helping the investigation You know, I think they did it No they didn't Yes they did, and we can pin it If they did, how did they do it If they didn't, how did they didn't If they didn't then it's easy, 'cause they simply didn't do it If they did it, then I knew it, but we've nothing that can prove it Let's go from the start What do you know about the stolen art I didn't know there was a plan Your accusation is far out man The chances of us committing a crime Are less than .009 Thank you Muppet's, no more questions They didn't, No, they didn't There's no way they did the crime They couldn't they're too stupid They're not criminal masterminds We do not know who did it, but we know who didn't do it So we know who didn't do it yes we know who didn't do it They're incapable of being culpable ---

It was unusual for you to be the one on call of the two of you, but if you were honest with yourself you’d taken it just to give Ralph a break. When the usual ‘Who is going to be on call this weekend?’ question was brought up and no one else said anything, you knew Ralph would raise his hand, because he nearly always did. Instead you snatched his hand back and raised your own. “I’ll do it.” Ralph was not the only one to give you a funny look, but he was the only one to raise an eyebrow and give you a sarcastic; “Well this is unprecedented!” which, if you didn’t love him so much, he would have received a kick for. So you were wandering around the house doing bits of tidying, waiting for the phone to ring and generally odd admin you hadn’t finished. Ralph, on the other hand, had essentially been forced by you to relax – and of course, you had Renee as a secret weapon when that initially failed. That meant they were sitting on the couch together, and watching ‘The Muppets Most Wanted’. She of course thought it was hilarious; Ralph, as he usually was with fiction, was a little bemused – but he would stick it out to entertain her. Of course he would – you were pretty sure he’d do anything for that little girl. You crossed behind them just as the Interrogation begun – and you couldn’t help but pause behind the couch to watch the musical number. Afterall, it wasn’t every day you heard someone singing about interviewing suspects – given how unusual your day job was – you’d seen the movie a couple of times at Renee’s insistence, and this one was one of your favourites. You were happy that Ralph looked content, although you couldn’t help but smirk at his body language as the song continued and pretty soon his bemusement was beginning to show on his face. It was all you could do to snort, making them both turn around. “I’m sorry.” “Finished then?!” Ralph hit pause and turned to you, “Oh you know... If only I was able to sit down. I know every word to this one!” “You would.” He turned back, “It’s the most unrealistic thing to happen so far!” You tsk’d him, but that only caused Renee to turn to him with wide eyes; “That’s not how questions happen-!?” You watch his face wrestle between entertaining her fantasy and telling her the truth. Ralph sighed, opting to be the sensible one, “No.” You, on the other hand, would rather be the unhelpful tease, “Yes, absolutely! Of course it is!” You nodded to Ralph, “Gosh, Renee you should hear him sing.” You reached out to run a hand through his hair, “Always gets a confession.” It didn’t earn you much more than a death glare. Ralph straightened in his seat and then folded his arms, “In that case you’re the French guy! Clocks off at 2, vacation after you’ve solved something, Lunch for three hours!” “Yeah alright Sam, but you’re the one with the car that takes 37 hours to get anywhere-!” Alright, Ralph couldn’t argue that he had an older car than you did, and you liked to tease him about being a relic – but it suited him and still did it’s damn job. Ralph grumbled to himself, but said no more, making you lean over and kiss his face and then her head; “I’ll leave you two to it! We should totally sing our way through an interrogation, though!” That only caused Ralph to scoff with a sarcastic ‘HA!’ as you walked back to the kitchen giggling to yourself.

The movie was just about ending when you passed through again, but Ralph had a keen ear and had heard your phone chime. You were fully kitted out, badge, cuffs, firearm holstered. “Call?” “Mhm. I shouldn’t be too long…” You pulled on your jacket, “Be good okay?” “I will!” Renee sat up on the sofa to throw her arms around you, “I love you mommy!” But Ralph just smiled, knowing that you were really talking to him, “I love you too sweetheart. Look after him for me…” Ralph’s arms were around you before you’d let her go, and then his lips were on yours; “If you need back up-” “I’m not calling you…” You kissed him again, “Rest, babe. Please.” “Okay-!” He held his hands up, “Stay safe.” “I will! See you two soon-! Enjoy your afternoon!” You made your way towards the hall side table for your car keys, and Ralph couldn’t help but call after you; “Imagine being told Detective Anderson is turning up to the case and they expect me!” He grinned and you turned at the door, tempted to throw something at him, knowing exactly what was about to come out of his mouth, “Only it’s you, Ms. ‘SS’ Andersson.” You narrowed your eyes, opening the door and wishing you had more time to shout sarcasm; “And then they probably think – oh, thank god!” He cackled loudly “Oh! Okay that’s a good comeback!” As the credits began to roll Ralph turned to Renee; “Well sweetheart, what would you like to do now?” She gave him a delicate shrug; “I’m not sure.” “Oh… Well that’s okay, whilst you decide, I’m going get a coffee, okay?” She nodded absentmindedly, already looking thoughtful and Ralph kissed her forehead gently before he walked off and set about making his coffee. “Ralphie…?” He tried very hard not to smile at the nickname only she got to call him, as Renee called quietly from behind the couch, one shy eye peered at him from over the top, “What is it sweetheart?” Her eyes flicked from his to the cupboard behind him that he’d left open, he followed her eyeline and didn’t have to be a detective to figure out she was looking at the box cake mixture sitting on the top shelf. Cooking wasn’t exactly Ralph’s forte, but he thought he probably couldn’t mess that up. “Ah-!” Ralph reached up and took the box down, studying the back for a minute; “Well… There’s obviously mixture in here… I think we should have everything else…” He pondered this for a moment, taking a sip of coffee. “Dunno what mom is gonna say, considering she’s never my biggest fan if I make a mess in the kitchen…” Clearly it was a little too long for her liking, Ralph felt the pressure on his left calf as Renee wrapped herself around his leg – peering up at him with very nearly the same shade of blue eyes that he had. Ralph couldn’t ignore it; so placing one hand behind him, he touched the top of her head lightly. “Please…!” He smiled, “Aw, you think I’d say no to that face? Don’t worry we just gotta be extra vigilant about clearing up…” Ralph knelt down and scooped her up, setting her down on the counter and handing her the box; “What do we need Renee? Let’s find it shall we?” She began listing off the equipment and remaining ingredients not included in the box – and Ralph stood in front of the cupboards trying to remember your exact set up. He counted them to himself; before settling on the third one in from the right. Upon opening it, there was a bright post-it note that he couldn’t fail to miss. A neat little list of everything that was contained in here; about the one time he regretted ever introducing you to one Ms.Holly Gibney. If anything was even an inch out of place, or in the wrong order, you would most certainly yell at him… Mind you, it’d done wonders for your detective work, so Ralph wasn’t about to complain too much. On a side note, he’d picked the correct cupboard and this list was making it easier to find everything, so he had it all in no time at all. “Alright!” He pulled her, giggling, off the counter and stood Renee carefully on a chair, making sure he supported her – having laid out all the ingredients neatly, “You ready sweetheart – I think you got this, I will be but your humble assistant-!” She beamed up at him, “You’ll be the best assistant, Ralphie!” He couldn’t help his chuckle, “Aw, gee thanks for that – I guess we’ll find out!” But something was apparently missing by the puzzled look she soon got on her face, “Is something wrong?” “Mommy always cooks to music…” That was true enough, in fact there wasn’t a lot you didn’t do to music. “Ah, do you wanna pick something?” “No, you can pick.” “Oh! Well, thank you…” He sat her down and jogged through to your CD collection, trawling the shelves for a little while for an album he could proclaim would be equally kid friendly and something he liked. He found himself staring at one in particular, before he pulled it out. The Muppets Soundtrack – of course. “Oh you have GOT to be kidding me-!?” He turned it over and laughed again at discovering it did indeed contain the ‘Interrogation Song’. Ralph might have been shaking his head, but it was the album that he carried back to the kitchen and popped into the player, making Renee gasp excitedly; “The Muppets!” “Uh huh,” Ralph agreed a little sheepishly, “The Muppets.” Ralph watched Renee carefully, helping her every step of the way so that the mixture was completed with the upmost care – and so that she had the best time doing it. That did of course mean flour everywhere, but he felt he could deal with that himself – and once the batter was made, he helped her pour it into a cake tin and smooth it down. “Tada! Perfect!” She gave him a high-five and then folded her arms, “That’s only half the job-!” “Well decorating is the FUN part that’s for sure. But it’s gotta bake first, huh?” She nodded and he helped her to the floor, before carefully sliding the tin into the oven and setting the timer. “I guess we wait for a little now…” He turned to the CD player upon recognising the song he felt was going to end up the bane of his life now. It didn’t matter, by the time you were back home Ralph would have it completely memorised. They had both spent the cooking and cooling time trying to figure out the next movie to watch, and by the time that was done the cake was ready; “Do you have any idea how you want to decorate it?” “…No.” “Well, head chef, you better start thinking about it.” “Like the Muppets-!” She grinned, and Ralph faltered “Like th- I dunno if my artistic talent is gonna be that good, but there’s no harm in trying I guess…!”

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"Why are you covered in flour?” You didn’t exactly demand it. But standing in the doorway to your kitchen with your hands on your hips and a raised eyebrow as if to say ‘who has been messin’ in here NOW!?’ was enough. Ralph froze, putting both his hands up in protested innocence; ‘let me explain!’, before placing a finger to his lips he pointed to the living room couch. You turned on your heels to see Renee curled up watching something else. Crossing the kitchen to him as silently as possible you inspected everything – not a speck of dust in sight, let alone flour, and yet his shirt was now almost covered in white flecks and there was even a little in his hair. Still, Ralph thought ‘covered’ was a little dramatic. You lowered your voice, “Okay, what happened?” He smiled slightly, “We were baking. I tided up.” “Oh. Lord help us. What did you make?” “You’re the one who had the box cake mix.” “Box cake? Oh! Count me in, I love cake. And I deserve it, I’ve been working all day.” He scoffed, giving you a disbelieving look, “Well I’m waiting for the icing to set…” but then Ralph’s face softened, “How was the call out?” “Easy, it’s okay. Nothing massive. No follow up needed, paperwork at the office.” You waved your notebook at him, knowing the question he was going to ask before he did, “Don’t worry I made notes.” “That’s my girl…” Ralph smiled, impressed, and then indicated to the cake sitting on the counter; “Tell me what you think… That’s my hard work.” “Uh huh!” You smiled gently, walking over to it, “You always work hard Mr.Anderson, I don’t think you ever stop.” “I got a lot to work hard for…” You looked back to him, but he wasn’t looking at you and that only made you smile more before you turned your attention to his decorating skills. No one could ever say he didn’t love that girl. The Muppets logo was pretty well drawn all things considered – the characters you assumed had been done by Renee, but that only made you grin so much your cheeks started to hurt. “I sense a theme-!” “Yeah, I’d say.” He grinned gently, and did turn around to you, “I mean I did alright, right?” You crossed back to him, winding your arms around his waist and kissing him softly, “Alright? I’d say that was pretty damn on point, Detective…” “Well. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy myself. I know that damn song now too.” Ralph’s arms held you, and he brushed his nose to yours “Aw! Sweet father-daughter bonding time?” You made a mental note to test him on the lyrics later. That made him look away for a moment and shake his head, cheeks tinted; “…I’m not her father.” You turned his head back to you with your fingertips gently, “You’re as close as Renee’s ever going to get.” And then to help; “I’m not her mom.” “She does call you mommy, though.” You turned back to look at her, and wondered if his feelings had changed since you’d last brought this up with him; “And you don’t wanna be dad?” There was a long pause, as he watched Renee too, before Ralph breathed out; “So badly. But I’m working on it.” He kissed your forehead, “Your last name first.” “It’s her last name too, you know?” “Yeah exactly.” He nodded, touching his head to yours, hands running your arms, “One thing at a time...” Your eyes flicked from her to the screen, and you squinted at the animation for a moment; “Wreck-It Ralph, huh? Wonder why she picked this one!” There was no way Ralph Anderson wasn’t her favourite person ever. You were extremely lucky to have met him, this you already knew from your own point of view – but for her, you could not have asked for a better man. He chuckled; “Oh I dunno! She must have good taste in names. I can’t help that!” “You know Ralph and Venelope end up baking in this right?” “Do they?” You shook your head, “You’re unbelievable! Get over there! Sit and watch it...” “Uh uh, not without you, not this time!” “I need to get changed out of this.” “I think you’re still on call, Miss.” “Oh, shut up!” You grumbled – although he said nothing more, and you found yourselves standing in an embrace in the kitchen watching the screen – you couldn’t remember this one as well as you ought to have; but some aspects had stuck and you smiled; “You know I’m so Fix- It Felix in this.” “Hm? How so?” Ralph was at least following well enough whilst tidying up to know who you were talking about. “Falling for and subsequently swooning over a complete badass!” How could he not be after what went down in Texas? He was anyway; Ralph just wasn’t loud about it. He scoffed, folding his arms, but Ralph couldn’t also help his smirk; “Oh is that so-!?” “Uh huh.” You nodded, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him – but he didn’t leave it there; hoisting you up into his arms Ralph carried you over to the couch, “That’s it. You’re officially off call now!” “You’re gonna get me in so much trouble!” He laughed, “Rather you than me – now come on, let’s watch this movie… Besides, there’s cake later!” Renee, upon realising you were back, was only all too happy to crawl into your arms and sit between your legs as you sat between Ralph’s. You turned to him, “You do know what’s going on right?” “I have been following. Besides I’m a detective, I’ll figure it out.” You kissed the top of Renee’s head, “What do you think Sweetie? You think he has this? He has baking down, don’t you think? You both made a beautiful cake…” She beamed in thanks, before staring up at Ralph again, “I think Ralphie knows what’s happening… I trust him.” You swivelled in place to grin at him, before kissing his cheek, “You’re right, I trust him too.” He chuckled, “Oh, okay, you two are gonna make me blush-!” “Always the aim.” You laughed as he kissed you back “Well, I’m a lucky man for you both to trust me…” You were both still staring at him though, with that same look Ralph was so used to seeing at this point, like he could do absolutely no wrong; “I think…” you mused gently, with a sweet smile, “We’re the lucky ones…”

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Thank you for reading!!! 😘❤

#Ben Mendelsohn #Ralph Anderson #The Outsider #148 #Anderson and Andersson Detective Co.#Ralph Anderson x Reader #Harmony #Harmony Andersson #HBOs the outsider #the outsider hbo #I don't know why I tag it with this when it's almost purely book based but who cares I'm doing it-!#Renee Andersson #Man none of the boys even got a mention - owch!#Never mind - the focus was on the babies

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ponett · 5 years

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Welp... it’s over. After nine years, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is over. I just got done watching the series finale with Anthony and, just like I knew I would, when the credits rolled, I cried my eyes out

I should probably say something, huh. I’ve been sharing thoughts like this mostly on Twitter lately, but I started using Tumblr to blog about MLP, so I don’t think it would be right to post this anywhere else

I have a complicated relationship with MLP:FiM. It’s a show that got really hit or miss after the second season, and it has a fandom so toxic and so full of edgy libertarians that it scared me off from formally participating in fandoms for the rest of my life. But it’s also probably my favorite TV show of all time. There are other shows that are much better written, that have more to say, that are more consistent, even including several other cartoons from the same decade. But I think I’d be lying to myself if I said it wasn’t my favorite show

No other piece of media has had as massive of an impact on my life as My Little Pony

I grew closer to some of my closest high school friends because of our shared enthusiasm for the show. I started PonyPokey with Jake and Derek and made a bunch of bad videos and got invited to be on a wildly disorganized BronyCon panel with Jenny Nicholson in 2012. (We went on stage immediately after Lauren Faust’s panel. I barely said a word due to stage fright.)

After years of being too afraid to share my art online, I started putting more effort into learning digital art so that I could draw ponies. It started out rough, but with the drive to improve, I quickly got better. I started Fluttershy Replies. For the first time, I had an audience. I had people who cared about my work and supported me. Even as times have changed, many of you have been following me since way back then

Around the time I came out as bi in 2012, I got really into MLP shipping. Writing sappy comics and drawing sappy art became an outlet for my years of pent up feelings, and helped me sort out a lot of stuff. My Little Pony also completely changed the views on femininity that had been beaten into my skull since childhood. Suddenly, it wasn’t this strange, alien thing to be afraid of. MLP, at its heart, is a show about how there’s no wrong way to be a girl. That’s an incredibly powerful message. Rarity wasn’t a vapid snob. Fluttershy wasn’t a background character who got made into the butt of the joke. Pinkie wasn’t a ditz. These were characters written to be empathized with. And writing about my own feelings from the perspective of Fluttershy felt... right. It took me a few years to fully process those feelings, but eventually, I realized the truth. I was a trans woman. And a cartoon about horses was the first step on my path to realizing this

In 2013, one of the roughest years of my life, I decided to download RPG Maker on a whim to give myself a distraction. Naturally, my first instinct was to make a game where Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash kiss. What was initially supposed to be a short, Fantastic Game-esque playground of silly little jokes spiraled out of control and became Super Lesbian Horse RPG, a game that I poured my heart and soul into over the course of a year. And then, a couple years later, my desire to preserve the ideas from my copyright-infringing fangame also spiraled out of control, as all my creative projects do, and became SLHRPG’s successor: Super Lesbian Animal RPG. SLARPG isn’t really a reskinned MLP fangame anymore--it’s more like a new game inspired in part by my old project. The story has been drastically rewritten, the characters changed, the levels and gameplay redesigned. Most of the cast of the new game wasn’t in the original project in any form. There’s much, much, much, much, much more new content than old left in the game. And the original game had already strayed so far from the canon anyway. But I’m also not sure it would exist without MLP

I made a bunch of friends online, including close friends I still have to this day. I met the people like Bee and Thomas who I’m still working with on SLARPG. Most importantly, because we both blogged about MLP and had some mutual friends, I met Anthony, the love of my life. We’ve been together for five years now and supported each other through good times and bad. This is the lamest, corniest, stupidest thing I will ever say in my life, but he’s the Rainbow Dash to my Fluttershy

...

So what about the finale itself? (spoilers, obviously)

I have... mixed feelings on the finale. There were some things that really annoyed me in there. But also, like I said, I cried, so I think it’s safe to say they did good overall

I think the thing that stuck in my craw the most was Discord. Which I guess shouldn’t be surprising. I’ve been saying for years now how I hate Discord, how he spits in the face of everything the show stands for. He’s an obnoxious elderly manchild who constantly causes problems on purpose and torments his so-called friends the second they stop paying attention to him. But they have to put up with him and give him infinite second chances, because he’s a god and Celestia said they had to reform him

The overarching plot of the final season is that Queen Chrysalis, King Sombra, Tirek, and Cozy Glow (a Darla Dimple-esque filly villain from season 8) had teamed up with Grogar, a “new” villain taken from G1. While this goes on in the background, Twilight is making her preparations to become Celestia’s successor, as we’d known would be her destiny since the day she got wings six years ago. The villain team-up stuff was genuinely fun, and a highlight of the season for me. But then, in the three-part finale, it’s revealed that Grogar was actually Discord in disguise, and that he’d been intentionally trying to orchestrate a big attack on Twilight’s coronation so that she and her friends could save the day and get a big confidence boost going into her reign as princess. This is like... one of the most bafflingly stupid plot twist of all time. It’s literally the end of the show, and Discord has learned nothing. He’s “nice” now, but he’s still intentionally causing huge problems and putting everyone’s lives in danger to solve his problems. He freed four different villains they’d already defeated just so Twilight could beat them again, and in the process they literally blew up the goddamn castle in Canterlot and nearly killed everyone. And yet... they still forgive him, because they have to

I did, however, think that the last two-part adventure episode was fun overall. It tied a nice bow on much of the series, bringing back a bunch of old friends (including cameos from the movie cast!) to band together and save the day. Of course, in the end, they beat the bad guys with a big rainbow laser and sealed them in a statue. You know, even though a previous season finale was all about how solving their problems with a friendship laser and sealing the villains away never worked. Also, Cozy Glow might be evil, but she’s still literally a child? And now her petrified body is on display in the center of Canterlot? What the fuck????

I’m complaining a lot, but again. It was fun overall. It was nice to have one last big adventure, and to have the mane six reflect on how they’d grown since Twilight moved to Ponyville

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And then we got the actual final episode. And boy did this one hit me HARD

I’m so glad that they ended on a quieter episode about the main cast’s friendships, because that’s what the show is actually about. The two-part adventures to save Equestria every season are fun, but that’s not the real show. We all came back every week for Twilight and her friends

There are things I can complain about here, too. Spike being a buff adult dragon with the voice of a child is fucked up. I’m still not used to seeing Twilight be Celestia’s size. But more than anything, I was always worried that we’d get a Harry Potter ending, where all the characters are paired off into arbitrary marriages so they can all have kids. Thankfully, this didn’t really happen. The only one who had a kid was Pinkie, who apparently got married to Cheese Sandwich (Weird Al’s character) at some point. Like, they literally shared two episodes together, with no hint of romance? But then they got married and had a kid off-screen??? What the fuck???? A lot of people also think that Fluttershy ended up with Discord, and I know I’m massively biased against that ship, but... I mean, they teased the FlutterCord shippers, but there wasn’t really any actual textual evidence that they were any closer than they had been previously. Y’all weirdos who ship Fluttershy with an obnoxious elderly man can interpret that as being “canon” if you want, I guess, but it’s not

The other relationship that shocked everyone in the finale was Applejack and Rainbow Dash, who... appear to be a couple? It’s definitely hinted at. I have... very, very mixed feelings about this. I mean, okay, obivously I’m the big FlutterDash fangirl. But I think AppleDash is cute, too! The problem is that, like... they’ve barely interacted in years? Like, they had a lot of episodes together in the first two seasons, but then the writers barely ever had them interact past that point. I can’t even remember when the last time we got an actual episode focusing on them was. And no, the one where Rainbow takes Granny Smith to pony Vegas doesn’t count

Like... yeah, it’s cute. It’s a nice gesture. Lyra and Bon Bon getting married in the background was also cute. But we can do so, so much better in 2019. We have so many explicitly canon lesbian couples in cartoons. Couples that actually kissed, or got married, or showed feelings for each other. Rainbow and AJ barely even fucking talked to each other in the final few seasons. I dunno, it just feels very hollow to me. Even the Equestria Girls crew admitting they were pushing RariJack felt more substantial to me, because at least they were given on-screen chemistry and lots of canon interaction

But in the end, complaints aside, the finale was about Twilight moving back to Canterlot, and worrying that her friendships would fade because of it. Honestly, I think this is what the finale of the show always would’ve been. It was the perfect story to end on. And boy, it hit really close to home

And then the last song happens, reflecting on how things have changed, but how they’re all still friends. And we see all the other friends they made along the way. And the camera zooms out, and the book from the opening of the very first episode closes, bringing the entire nine-year saga full circle

And then I started sobbing really hard in Anthony’s arms

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I dunno. I just got done nitpicking a lot, but I still think that the last episode was a good and very emotional ending for the show

I’m going to miss this show dearly. I know it will be back in a new form, and that the leaks indicate that it’ll still star slightly different versions of the Mane Six. I’m also used to shows like this getting rebooted. Hasbro cartoons are honestly lucky to last past three seasons. FiM, on the other hand, got over 200 episodes, a theatrical film, a few specials, some shorts, a bunch of comics (which I still need to read), and a spinoff human AU series that was also really great. There’s no shortage of content, and I’m sure I’ll be returning to the series for years to come. I’m also glad that the show managed to go out on a high note

But still. It was a constant presence in my life for nearly nine years. Even as the quality got really hit or miss, even as they took the premise in strange directions, even as the crew of the show grew more and more dominated by men, it was still a show I could rely on to always be there, 26 episodes a year. I’ll miss it. I hope what comes next is just as good, if not even better. I also hope it’s gayer

I was going to end my ask blog, Fluttershy Replies, around the time the show ended. I’m not sure if I’ll do that just yet. I don’t know. I think that might be a bit much for me to process emotionally. Too many doors closing in my life in quick succession. But I do want to do more with it. These characters will be special to me for the rest of my life

I mean shit, I haven’t even drawn StarTrix yet. I’ve still got a lot of work to do with these horses, folks

#bobby thinks about horses

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dreadwulf · 5 years

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not-a-WIP Wednesday

I was going to put this up on Work In Progress Wednesday but it’s not exactly a WIP so here it is today. This is essentially a one-shot scene from a modern AU Braime series that does not exist.

I’m going to do something a little weird and post an excerpt from a modern AU series that I am not going to write. I was never going to do anything with this one, for several reasons - it’s modern AU which I don’t typically write, it’s first-person (AHH I KNOW, WHY???), it’s a pretty different take on Brienne that I don’t think people would like, I can’t do another series right now... it’s something I’ve been doing just for myself, and I’ve been having fun thinking it out.

But I did get this scene written down and I like it, so here is a Tumblr-only bonus.

You can probably put the scenario together from context, so I won’t say too much in set-up. The story would have been called Dogface, and this is well into it. J/B met under traumatic circumstances and have kept in touch afterwards via phone/internet, but rarely see each other in person. They definitely caught feelings but have kept it to themselves for reasons that will be clear.

So here it is.

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I hug my raincoat around me. I’m getting his fancy chair wet, but I can’t bring myself to take it off. I’m unsettled enough right now without awkwardly wrestling with wet clothes. There’s no point trying to make myself comfortable anyway.

My hair drips rainwater down my face, and I stare at the carpet and try to stop shivering. The carpet is so thick I want to lie down and put my face in it. It reminds me of a 70’s shag carpet, except one that won the lottery and put on a silk robe. And white. Why is the room white? It doesn’t look like Jaime at all. I bet he never uses this room.

Only Lannisters can pay for rooms in New York City that they don’t use.

In the next room (only Lannisters can pay for apartments in New York City that have so many rooms) Jaime says something about nobody’s sat in this stupid chair in all the time he’s lived here anyway and not to worry about messing it up. So I don’t, much. He shows up with a blanket that doesn’t go with this room at all, something quilted and old and fairly normal-looking, and wraps it around my shoulders.

I speak up suddenly. “They want to give me another surgery.”

He stops with his hands still on my arms. “On your face?”

I pull the blanket around me. “I saw this doctor - my father insisted - and he thinks he can fix my scars.”

“That’s good news! Isn’t it?” He comes around to sit on the uncomfortable-looking couch across from me. “Why don’t you think that’s good news?”

“They all say that.” I can feel his eyes on me and I shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny. “They all think they can fix me, surgeons. They have some new thing, cutting edge, state of the art, and they’re not like those other doctors. This one’s going to fix my face, he’s special, he’s the one.”

He just stares at me for a second, working on a question, and it’s clear this has never occurred to him to wonder about. “How many surgeries have you had?”

Straight to the point, Lannister. No tact whatsoever. Drives me crazy, but today I like that. It saves time.

“Eleven.”

I hear his sudden intake of breath - he wasn’t expecting that. I smile bitterly. This is all new to him - my parade of doctors and hospitals - and I forget that it’s a big number, eleven. I guess the usual answer is zero.

“Most of them were right after the attack, when I was nine and ten. At first it really did improve things. I was pretty hideous just afterwards, for a while there was just a big hole in my face, basically, and they did fix that. But some of them only made things worse. They’d put new skin in and it wouldn’t take, my jawbone got infected, the muscles didn’t work. Then it was one every couple of years, when the new guy said he could undo the damage the last guy did, and sometimes he did but it would cause some other problem. It worked better but looked worse, and I lost some nerve function. I can’t even feel my face on this part.”

I put up my hand and stroke the creepy blank part that’s all scar tissue and no nerves, where it feels like nothing at all, just in front of my ear. I had this weird impulse for awhile to just scratch there and keep scratching until I felt something. Just dig a big hole in my face again. But I’d have to have another surgery after that, and by then I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I shudder, thinking of hospitals and bandages and taking food through a straw and pain, lots of pain.

“I swore it all off when I turned 18. I said what’s done is done, and this is my face now. There was nothing more they could do anymore, anyway. Just little things. The damage is too great.”

“But this one thinks he can do something?”

“Yeah.”

God, I wish I still had a drink. I look longingly at the liquor cabinet that was probably stocked with all kinds of wonderful things months ago, but it would be empty now. I should have had another gin and tonic before I left the bar.

Lannister follows my eyes, and sighs. He stands up like a tent collapsing and walks over to the fancy rosewood box I was looking at so longingly.

When he opens the little door it’s my turn for my eyes to bug out. It’s full. He has all kinds of bottles in that cabinet. Big, expensive-looking bottles, and at least one decanter full of amber liquid.

“I thought you quit?” I ask it before I can really think about what I’m saying, and when I do I cringe.

“I did.” He carefully selects a bottle. “This is all old stuff. I should probably have thrown it out, but if I didn’t have a drink on hand for Cersei or Tyrion or my father when they came to call it would have been something to explain, and I don’t need the trouble.”

I start to think about that - he shouldn’t be anywhere near alcohol, it’s too much of a temptation. And he keeps it around anyway because he doesn’t want to explain to his family that he’s an alcoholic.

He pours one full glass. Not a small glass either.

“I shouldn’t. Not in front of you.”

“Just this once. It’s a special occasion. Don’t turn down your host, it would be rude.” Jaime brings me the glass, a crystal twisting thing that looks like a movie prop. He hands it over carefully, so it won’t spill.

Has he really quit? If he’s keeping this around, I doubt it. But he looks a lot healthier than he did before, and he hasn’t sounded drunk over the phone lately, not like that first night at least. I think I’d be able to tell. I think.

I’d like to be able to tell him that they would understand, they would support him like a family should and congratulate him on being sober, not drink in front of him and not encourage him to get plastered like usual but the thing is, they probably wouldn’t. He doesn’t have that kind of family. He has the kind that would scoff and say he was being a big baby and then give him a bottle of expensive liquor for his birthday to prove some bizarre point. Something just like this bottle.

I don’t tell him anything. I take the glass from him instead. The first swallow burns all the way down and I tell myself I will persuade him to get rid of the liquor before I go.

He grins at me and settles back in his chair. “Enjoy it. That’s about a hundred dollars you just drank.”

“Good lord.” I take a few swallows quickly. If I’m going to drink in front of him I can at least make it quick. The glass comes back to rest in my hands and I feel the round, full taste of the alcohol in my throat. “It’s delicious.”

“I know.” His smile turns sorrowful. “Used to be my favorite.”

The liquor sends a warming cloud all through me, out to my fingertips. It numbs that painful throb of dread that I’ve been feeling ever since I came out of the doctor’s office today, the old part of me that was always so stupidly hopeful that one day everything would be different. The part I thought I had killed.

A little bit of my self-consciousness recedes. The part of me that knows exactly what I look like and exactly how I don’t fit, how ridiculous I am, what a fool I’m making of myself. It gets a little quieter and I can breathe again. I can exist without hating that I exist. I lean back a little in the chair and I start to feel warm again.

It’s nice.

It’s nice, sitting here.

His green eyes catch the light briefly, and for a second he is so devastatingly, painfully handsome it’s like a blow to the chest. His hair curls down over his face in a ludicrously appealing way, glossy and golden, and it could be one of his magazine photos right here in front of me. But I’m the only one here to appreciate it. Kind of a waste, really.

“He really is world-famous, I guess.” I turn the glass in my hands and let the words roll out of my mouth without looking at them too closely. “The surgeon I saw today. He’s fixed cases worse than mine, from what I’ve read. He made it sound so easy. Maybe he really could do something for me.”

He lays his arm up over the top of the couch casually. Never in my life have I been as at-ease as Jaime is all of the time. I would wonder if he was even listening to me, except I know he is, he always is. He pays a lot more attention to things than he lets on.

“So when’s the surgery?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” I drink the rest of the glass, too fast, let the alcohol burn down me like a kind of punishment. Then I set the glass on his perfect coffee table. “I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to go back to hospitals and doctors and people squinting at my face like it’s a clogged sink they have to unplug. It’s awful. It’s horrible and I hate every minute of it and I told myself I would never do it again.”

He shrugs at me. “Then don’t do it.”

That pisses me off. How he makes everything sound so easy. The next thing I know I’m practically lecturing him.

“How can I not do it? What if he really could fix me? I could have a normal face. I could cut my hair. I could get my picture taken like a normal person. I could look in the mirror without wincing. I could talk to people without their eyes going to my left cheek.” I’m getting loud. I guess I’m a loud drunk. I’m usually not around anyone when I’m drinking so I didn’t know it. “If I didn’t have this face, I could go farther in my career. Do interviews, meet people instead of freelancing and working at home. I could go on dates. I could have friends.”

“You could have all of that now.” He leans forward, now strangely intense. “You don’t have to stay shut up in your cave all of the time. You can go out, you can meet people.”

“People who will stare at me and laugh at me and pity me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You couldn’t possibly understand. With your face? You get free drinks everywhere you go with that face. You’re the most ridiculously photogenic person on earth. I bet even your driver’s license photo is beautiful. You could not possibly imagine my life.” That liquor is hitting me really hard now. Did he finish bottles of this all on his own? How?

Now he’s the one getting irritated. He starts raking a hand through his hair like he does whenever he’s too agitated to sit still. “Do it, don’t do it, it’s up to you. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Maybe just listen for once. I don’t want your advice. I wasn’t even going to tell anyone about this.” I put my head in my hands. My hair’s still wet. My hands come away damp. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m arguing with you. I just… I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything right now, do you?” Jaime tilts his head to one side, peering at me closely. “I’ve never seen you so worked up before, Brienne. And I’ve seen you with a gun to your head.”

I laugh a little. “I was too mad to be scared then.”

“What are you scared of now?”

I sniffle. Scared is not what I thought I was. But he’s probably right. “I don’t know. I think I… What if I did it and it doesn’t work? I get all my hopes up again and go through all the pain and the medicine and the time off work and the cost, god, I don’t even know how I would pay for it… and if I somehow got through all of that, and it didn’t work? Or it made my face worse? I don’t know what I’d do.”

That surprises me; I wasn’t planning to say any of that. I think a little more, because I think that’s not all, I think there’s something I’m even more afraid of.

“What if it does work and it doesn’t make anything better?”

I sit back again and let that sentence hang in the air all by itself. It plays in my head a few more times and I know now that I’ve said it, I won’t be able to stop thinking it. I’ll be staring at the ceiling thinking that now. Dammit.

Jaime looks confused though. “What do you mean?”

“I just... I’ve spent so many years thinking that if my face was better I would have this whole other life, that people would like me, my career would take off, I’d have a family of my own… just all of these things. What if I fixed my face and it still doesn’t happen? I’d still be… this.”

I hold out my arms, a little woozily, and I look at them. I look at my legs and how my knees jut up from the chair because it’s too low -- no, because I’m too big for it. I’m too big. I’m ridiculous.

“I mean, look at me. Even without my face, people would still stare. I’m six foot five inches, you know. I wear a size eleven shoe. I have to special order my clothes. My shoulders are too broad, my jaw’s too big, I don’t have any curves like a woman should. I’m hardly a woman at all.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“But you did. Remember?”

He makes a sour face and clenches his jaw. “Yeah. I was being an asshole.”

“You’re far from the only one to say something about it. Even from the back I get comments, whispers, before they see my face. If I wear a dress they laugh at me, because I look like a man in a dress - I do, I know it.” I cut off whatever he is going to say. “I get called ‘Sir’ everywhere I go, even in a skirt, and then they see I’m a woman and either it’s funny or disgusting or I don’t know what. And it’s just as bad if I wear men’s clothes. I get that same moment of realization where people wonder what exactly I am. What am I trying to do, disguise myself? Am I transitioning one way or another? Do I have gender identity issues? Am I ashamed of being a woman? Suddenly they’ve imagined some whole identity for me that I didn’t choose. I’m not trying to be gender non-conforming, I just have this body and I have to live in it. Maybe I don’t want to wear men’s clothes! Maybe I’d like to wear something delicate and pretty and they just don’t make that for a woman like me, and if I wore it people would laugh!

“People get angry. At me. Because of what I am. I’m an ugly, manish woman and people hate that. They hate it when I try to do feminine things and they hate it when I try to do masculine things and they’d rather I just go away. People don’t want me to exist. That’s why I hide away in my cave. It’s better that way. I’m happier and they’re happier.”

“So what if they fix my face. They can’t fix the rest of me. I’m never going to be right. And the worst thing is… I wouldn’t know what to do if they could. I don’t know how to be anything else. I don’t know how to talk to people and have normal relationships. I’m almost 30 years old and I’ve never had a serious relationship, I don’t have friends, I’ve never been out of this city and I probably never will. Taking the scars off my face will only prove it’s me, I’m the problem, and it’s not my face or my body or other people being assholes. It’s me.”

I have to stop talking now, because my throat is too tight. There’s a sob in there trying to get out and I refuse, I refuse to cry in front of him. So my throat is closing up and I can hardly breathe through it and I have to close my eyes tight and bend over and put my hands on either side of my face and hold myself very still.

“Brienne.”

He’s very close now, he’s come up in front of me kneeling next to my stupid knobby knees and it makes it worse. I’m shaking from the effort of it, holding the tears in. My eyes are starting to leak and there’s nothing I can do about that but I can stop myself from bawling like a baby, damn it, I refuse.

“I like who you are. Brienne?” He puts a hand on my knee. “Who you are is wonderful. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

No. That couldn’t possibly be true.

It gets out. A sob tears out of me. It’s violently, embarrassingly loud and a gush of tears follow it.

I fold myself over in half and put my arms over my face and around my knees so that I’m completely hidden, and I just cry and cry.

It’s horrible. Fuck, I hate crying.

Then the strangest thing happens. Jaime somehow… unfolds me until I fall forward against him. My face is pressed into his shoulder. He has both arms around me and he’s just kneeling there on the floor and somehow I don’t knock him over and he doesn’t struggle with me even though he’s smaller than me. He’s solid. He’s got me. And he just holds me and I cry and my whole body shakes with it.

Eventually it stops. I don’t run out of tears - they’re still in there, I can feel them, but I’m too worn out to cry anymore. I’m raw and exhausted and he’s still holding me against his shoulder. We stay that way for a long while.

He smells so good.

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too-many-baes · 5 years

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That Couple

Pairing: fem!reader x Peter Maximoff

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count: 1.6K

Request: I just found your blog and read for stories in a row, you are so good xxx Can I please request a Peter Maximoff x fem!reader super fluff in which they have been going steady for years but they still behave like cute couples in the honeymoon phase and everybody else around is annoyed and ask for advices at the same time? xxx - by Anon

A/N: I hope this is fluffy enough for you Anon! Thank you for your request! (also I kinda loved writing squad convo’s with the X gang)

On a seperate note - it’s been brought to my attention that a lot of my works (mainly my Peter M. ones, but most of the work I’ve posted) do not show up under their tags. I would usually never ask, but on the off chance you read my work and happen to like it, a way you could help me out would be by reblogging my work. Otherwise there’s not really a way for my writing to reach other people. Obviously this is completely optional and you are absolutely not obligated to do so, but if you enjoyed it enough it would been a lot to little ole’ me. Hugs and kisses xxx

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The quiet hum of the television. The dim light of the fire. Peter’s strong arms snaked around your waist as you lean your head on his shoulder from your spot on his lap. This is how you wish you could spend all of your time, engulfed by the boy that makes everyday a new adventure. The boy who brightens up your life just by being at your side. When you were with Peter it felt like nobody else existed, it was just you and him and everything was perfect.

Without warning Peter starts tickling your waist. You are helpless to do anything but squirm and laugh as you’re totally trapped within his grip. You writhe and laugh, pleading with your boyfriend to stop.

“You guys, do you mind?” Scott’s voice prompted Peter to stop but not before giving your waist a final squeeze. You had almost forgotten Scott was even in the room. In fact, all of the young X-Men were. It was movie night which brought all of you down into the shared living space. Kurt was seated beside you on the couch, and although he was too polite to say anything, he had a clearly irritated look on his face from being kicked by your flailing feet.

“Sorry Scott, sorry Kurt.”

“You’re such a party pooper man.” You and Peter spoke in unison, showcasing your different dispositions. “They’re just jealous that they don’t have what we have babe.” He says into your ear, causing another giggle to bubble from your throat.

“Not deaf Peter.” Scott grumbles from his spot on the sofa neighbouring the two seater you and Peter were on. “I also have a girlfriend”, he says raising the hand joined with a less than interested Jean’s, “in case you forgot.”

You and Peter weren’t listening, having already retreated into your bubble again. Scott rolled his eyes at you both, not that you could tell through his glasses. Despite the teasing and the annoyance, Scott couldn’t help but admire what you two have. Looking at you no one would guess you’d been together for years. In fact, when you’d first gotten together your peers in the mansion had speculated amongst themselves that it would be a fling and nothing more.

“I dunno Ororo, it just feels like we’re always going to be like this” you remember musing to your friend. “That’s what they all say Y/N.” Despite all their doubt and bets on when you’d end you had proved them all wrong. You never stopped holding hands down the hallway. You never stopped placing kisses on the others cheeks whenever you could. Most importantly, you’d never left your honeymoon phase, every week passing feeling as though you were reliving your first week together over and over. Your friends were outwardly sarcastic and snide about your ‘too good to be true’ relationship, but inwardly they were happy for you, if not puzzled. How did you two do it?

“Am I sneaking in tonight?” You whisper to Peter as you make your way upstairs, the movie you had paid no attention to now over. “Of course. Give it an hour, Scott should be snoring by then.” You kiss his cheek closest to you, his cheeky grin making the apples of his cheek prominent. This has been your little habit of late. You’d wait until Scott was fast asleep, slink into bed to cuddle with Peter, and there you’d stay until the gentle morning rays awoke you with the reminder you’d have to return to your own room, lest you should be caught in the act.

You were smiling at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth in the communal girl’s bathroom, already counting down the minutes until you’d be in Peter’s arms again. His head resting atop yours and his lips pressing light kisses on anywhere he could reach; the memories and anticipation causing butterflies to take flight in your stomach like a school girl with a crush. You guess in some ways you were. Was it lame to say you had a crush on your boyfriend? Maybe. But who cares? Certainly not you.

“Hey Y/N?” Jean’s voice pulls you out of your daydream. “Can I ask you something?” She queries as she washes her hands. Your nod prompts her to continue, “You and Peter... How do you do it?”

“What do you mean?” Your words barely make a coherent sentence past the toothbrush and toothpaste still in your mouth. “You know what I mean”, she’s reluctant to say what she’s thinking, the confused look on your face forcing her to, “how are you guys still so happy after so long?” She’s embarrassed, her eyes darting all around the bathroom. You spit out your toothpaste before answering, deeming a clear voice was probably necessary for this unexpected conversation.

“Are you and Scott-” “No no, we’re fine it’s not that”, she interrupts, “it’s just we’re still new. I want what you guys have when me and Scott have been together for that long.” The two were still a relatively fresh couple of the mansion, only having been dating five months by this stage. Honestly, you don’t know how to answer her question. You didn’t think you did anything, you were just happy. “I mean, there’s no magic rule we follow or anything...” you don’t know what to tell her without making her want to vomit in her mouth. “Just don’t take him for granted. Appreciate the other person for who they are and let yourself be happy. Don’t let little things get between you, that’s all we do”, you surmise with a shrug of your shoulders. The flush of a toilet and opening of a stall makes you realise that Ororo was in the room the whole time.

“Good thing I’m not lactose intolerant”, she says washing her hands, “otherwise I’d be even sicker than I already feel.” Despite her words there was a smile plastered on her face, making Jean snigger and you shrug. “Well consider yourself lucky”, you say as you exit, toothbrush in hand, “that was me going light on the cheese.”

Time tics by slowly as you wait, minutes seemingly taking hours as you wait for the small digital clock to flick it’s digits over to 11:00pm, the time that would ensure Scott and your roommate Ororo were both asleep. The soft breathing coming from the other side of the room indicates you were safe on your end, and when the clock finally ticked over you were gone, stepping softly and silently down the hallway to Peter’s room. You stealthily open and close the door without making a sound. The dark proves no obstacle as you make your way to his bed, having done it so many times now you’re sure you could make the journey blindfolded.

“What took you so long?” He’s made that joke enough times that you really shouldn’t laugh, yet you just can’t help yourself as you slide into his waiting arms. “Traffic was crazy”, you say as you snuggle down, his arms securing their permanent position around your waist as he kisses your shoulder blade. You and Peter loved to spoon. While sometimes Peter enjoyed being the little spoon, most of the time you happily took that position, just like tonight. You take a moment to enjoy the mere feeling of being snuggled next Peter, as you usually do, the butterflies still in flight within your stomach now mixed with the little exhilaration at the idea you could get caught.

“So Jean asked me an interesting question on the bathroom today.” You have your whispering down to a fine art. While you were sure that a bomb could go off and Scott’s snoring would still continue, it wasn’t a chance you overly wanted to take. You move your face to see his hovering over your shoulder, his eyebrow arched suggestively, earning a small flick upon his nose. “Nothing like that you pervert”, he rolls his eyes at your name calling, “she was asking how we were so happy”, you regale.

“That’s funny”, you widen your eyes a little in intrigue to prompt him on, “Kurt asked me the same thing in the guy’s bathroom.” You look at each other in the eyes, flicking back and forth between each pupil. You both crack at the same time, letting your shared giggles fill the air around you. You both encouraged the other to stop, but nothing quelled your laughs except time to let yourselves calm down. “What’d you tell him?” Your curiosity almost too much to bear. “Uh-uh”, he tsks, “ladies first.” You roll your eyes playfully yet oblige his request regardless, recounting every sentiment you had passed on to the girls. “Your turn.” You wriggle around in his arms to face him, eager to hear what he’d said.

“Nothing.” You furrow your brow in confusion. “Nothing”, you repeat in disbelief, “you had no advice for the poor guy?” He shakes his head at your misunderstanding. “I told him that when you find someone who makes you this happy”, he brushes his nose against yours briefly, “that there wasn’t anything you had to do. I do nothing every day and I reckon I’m the happiest guy under this roof.” You laugh, his words vacuous to some made your heart swell. He was right, you’d spent many a day doing nothing at all, yet you felt like you could have been a top the Eiffel Tower or in a gondola down the canals in Venice for how full and happy you felt.

“How did we become that couple?” You ponder out loud. Peter shrugs, his bottom lip slightly sticking out in wonder. “You like it don’t you?” The glint in his eyes tells you the answer before he even says it.

“Is it bad that I kind of love it?” His questions almost rhetorically.

“Not at all”, you bury yourself into his chest, ready to nod off in the secure hold he has around you before continuing, “I hope we’re always that couple.”

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alcalavicci · 5 years

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(Disclaimer: if either of you wrote this and don’t want it up, send me an ask and I’ll take it down)

Lisa and Laurie meet Dean:

Laurie: Well, I started talking [to Dean at Dragon*Con] and I reminded him that Lisa brought him a book of my poems last October. At which he said, "Oh, you're Laurie." He was so kind. I gave him a copy of the new book and asked him to sign mine, which he did. Then he . . . ."

Well, he leaned over to Jay, whispered something to him and then turned back to me and said, "I'd like to take you out to dinner." He looked at Lisa and said, "I want you to come too."

Just a moment before that he handed me his drink and I took a few sips of his scotch and soda. I was bowled over by that so when he asked us to dinner, I just mumbled, "Uh, sure." He had just checked in and didn't know where we could go. Lisa jumped right in with "The Marquis Steakhouse is good!" He said, "That's what we'll do" and suddenly we had dinner reservations with Dean at the most expensive restaurant in the building. <G>

We met Dean at seven at the restaurant. He got there first and was waiting for us. We had dinner with Dean Stockwell!!! At his invitation!!!

Exactly what happened at dinner will be in future posts when we're both more coherent. We're still in the clouds. Right now I wish I had more of Dean's scotch and soda. The man drinks good scotch. He's not as picky with wine. <g>

Part I: (by Lisa)

Hello all. My turn to tell some of the tale!

Okay...As Laurie has said, We were invited, by Dean himself to dinner on Friday night. This happened within five minutes of meeting him. Dean was so impressed with Laurie's poetry that he wanted more of a chance to talk to her about it. LOL...I think I was invited along because he didn't know what else to do with me. So, while Dean and Laurie talked I gave Jay the name of the restaurant again. The Marquis Steakhouse. Jay set it up for reservations for three at 7pm.

Laurie and I left the autograph section, the "Walk Of Fame" flying higher than air and shaking out of our skin. In just under six hours we were going to be having dinner with Dean! So, we took a walk outside to get some air before we both passed out. Everything was kind of a blur. I of course was on the cell calling my sisters and telling them all about it.

I honestly don't remember a lot of what happened in those hours of waiting. If I remember correctly, that is the day I had to lay down and take a nap. Ah, I'm IMing with Laurie as I write this and she's filling me in on a bit. I went back to my room to practice breathing and she went to the connecting mall for some "alone time."

We set up a time to meet down in the Atrium at "our" table and wait for 7pm.

I went about ironing the best outfit I had brought with me and trying to get my hair just right. (A very big task for me my hair is) Okay, okay...you all don't want to hear this part of it all. On to the good stuff.

Laurie just asked me to add this..... "This was a big deal for me. I had no expectations other than meeting him and giving him the poetry. I was stunned and amazed that he could even want to spend time with us at all. I had to be alone to begin to sort it all out and begin to believe it."

(And also from Laurie....."My hair is a lost cause and I was already wearing my best blouse so all I did was make sure my breath was okay and that my shoes were tied.")

So, we meet downstairs and sit at our table trying to pretend that our world is normal and that we aren't looking for Dean to walk past. At just a few minutes to 7:00 we make our way to the restaurant which is all of hmmm...200 feet away from us.

We enter, turn the corner and there standing with his back to us is Dean. Somehow how he got past us in the atrium and made it into the restaurant ahead of us. Yes, the gall of us, we left Robert Dean Stockwell waiting.

I spoke to him and he didn't hear me. I do believe now more than ever that our guy is a wee bit hard of hearing. Calvin the Maitre'd/diningroom supervisor then let Dean know that his guests were behind him. Dean turned to us and I have no idea what words were spoken or just how we made it to our table, but we were being seated.

Laurie and I sat across from each other and Dean sat to Laurie's left and to my right.

Oh, Laurie just asked me to add in that we requested the waiter we had had our first night there, Sylvester. We wanted only the best for Dean.

So, we're all seated and notice Dean has his laptop with him. He asked me to please move to the seat across from him, to Laurie's right. LOL...He told me I could move back if I wanted to in a bit, but hey, I was across the table from him now looking into his eyes. I wasn't going anywhere! Anyway, Dean sits his laptop on the table and again says something that my air starved brain can't remember. Laurie comments to him that this is all very surreal, to which Dean replies..."It's about to become even more surreal." During all of this, our waiter and the Maitre'd are fussing all around us. Filling glasses and tending to us and, LOL, hovering over us like a couple of very hunky well-dressed buzzards not missing a thing at our table.

So, after the "even more surreal" comment from Dean, he starts to slide his laptop around and with a great amount of grace knocks his water glass over and sends it spilling my way like Niagara Falls! Laurie said Dean's face turned several shades of red. (Laurie just added this..."He was so red I thought it was apoplexy! His eyes rolled up into his head just like Al does every so often on QL.") I couldn't tell you because to busy wondering if I was going to drown. I do however remember hearing Dean say, "Great way to start off the night." Honestly, like he was worried about impressing us? He was so embarrassed. And the staff went crazy. They wanted us to switch tables, they wanted to change the table cloth. They were beside themselves.

Side note from Laurie: "Dean wasn't fussy and fretting about how fast the staff attended to him. He tried to put them at ease. There was nothing put on or self-important about him at all. He wasn't there to impress anyone - not even us. He was there because he wanted to be."

Once we convinced the staff that we were fine and the table was fine and that we would all survive, and that I would dry out at some point during the evening, Dean tried to get past his embarrassment and make us all feel at ease by joking to me, "I bet you'll never wash that shirt again because I spilled my water on it." (Please note, quotes will be off by a word or two. Remember, I was trying to remember to keep breathing at the time. Some words got past my over worked brain.) And I told him that no I wouldn't and could get a good price for it on eBay.

Okay, so back to the "even more surreal" comment from Dean… It did become very, VERY more surreal. For on Dean's handy laptop were images from his show that has just now (but not as of that night) opened in Santa Monica at the Chris Krull Gallery! No only that, but there were images that are not to be included in the new exhibit! Robert Dean Stockwell himself showed us his work! He shared them with us and studied our faces while we looked at them, with me open mouthed I'm sure, and waited for our comments on them. He was like a proud father. No, he WAS a proud father. I mean, he wanted our opinions and he listened and commented when we gave them!

Now, you ask "Why did he do this?" I thought it was because he so happy to be in a convention environment, yet have people who appreciated his art and he just had to share it. And I do believe that was part of it. But the main reason for showing them to us, to Laurie...He wanted her to see them so she could write her poetry to them as well!!!!! Get this...he said "If you want to." Like she wouldn't?!?!?! Of course Laurie was (and is honored) and not being a stupid woman she told him yes. So he told her what email address to be looking out for and let her know that he would be sending her the images!!!!!! How amazing is that? Our Laurie!!! His exact words to her were… "A lot of people write poetry. You are a true poet."

Laurie just asked me to please add this..."My heart dropped from my chest into my gut. I couldn't believe that he would share his art with me so that I could write more. It was more than a dream come true. I'm not clever enough to come up with a scenario like the one that took place in the Marquis that night."

Now, I do have to take a moment here and make a request. I sent scans to Andrea of Dean's work to put up on our website. During our meeting Dean let us know that he feels very strongly about copyright infringement. So, I need to ask that the images I sent for use on the site be pulled. The ones from the Ravens site shouldn't be a problem. But Andrea, please pull all of the ones I sent to you. I respected Dean before ever meeting him that first time back at Chiller, now, after having had this encounter with him, I also want to respect his wishes. Sorry to all for that, but it's clear when talking to him that his art is his soul. I hope you all understand why I'm requesting the ones I sent come down.

So ladies, my fingers hurt and my eyes are drooping. There is a lot more to tell you about this dinner. A lot more! I hope this will hold you over until the next mail. I'm also working very hard to get pics up for you.

More soon!

Part II:

Laurie:

We'll begin tonight with actual eating since that's why we met at a restaurant. The first thing you do when you sit down at a restaurant is tell the waiter, our dear Sylvester, what we'd like to drink. Lisa and I don't usually drink alcohol and I sure didn't want to get blitzed at dinner with Dean so Lisa opted for a cola and I got my usual - club soda with a lime. Dean ordered a glass of the house Merlot. Now this was an upscale place so Sylvester poured Dean half an inch of wine, showed him the bottle and waited for Dean to take a sip and approve the choice. Dean just sort of laughed and told Sylvester he just wanted a glass, not the bottle. Then Dean said, "At home I drink wine from a box. This will be fine." Yes, Dean Stockwell drinks wine from a box. <g> I love that he drinks wine from a box. Even I don't drink box wine. Lisa is IMing with me and said, "I didn't know there was such a thing!"

We had the menus in our hot little hands and Dean kept asking what we wanted to eat. Lisa picked a Petite Filet Mignon and a Herbed Double Baked Potato. I chose Lobster Bisque and Pan Seared Copper River Salmon. Dean had a big lunch so he wanted a Caesar Salad and a side dish, Sauteed Exotic Mushrooms. When Sylvester returned for our order, Dean ordered for us. He pointed to me, "She'll have. . . " Then he pointed to Lisa, "And she'll have. . . " It was so old world of him. Now, I believe myself to be a liberated woman, but it was kind of fun to have him do the ordering. I wanted to giggle, but being the always appropriate woman I am, I refrained. <g> Lisa says, "I love that he ordered for us!!! He can do it anytime he wants! Plus, when he ordered my Filet he looked at me and said 'Honey (I think it was Honey), how do you want that cooked?' And when I said how I wanted it he said 'Don't you want anything else?' and I ordered the potato."

Now this restaurant is the kind where you are served an amuse bouche, an itty bitty tiny hors d'ouevres that is eaten in one bite. That's how small it is. We were served our amuse bouch, a swirl of smoked trout mousse on a quarter-sized slice of cumcumber. Dean ate his. I ate mine and Lisa who does not eat smoked fish or green vegetables chose not to eat hers. So Dean, being ever so proper, took the little plate and began a ceremony to cut it in half for he and I to share. We toasted with our forks and chowed down on these itty bitty bits. So, not only does Dean drink wine from a box, he plays with his food. <g> Dean said he was sorry if he and I were being rude by eating in front of Lisa, but she took one of the incredible cheese biscuits and joined in.

Since Dean and I had appetizers, they came first. My lobster bisque was beautifully served with chunks of lobster on top. Dean's salad was a beautiful affair that came in an unusual bowl. It was rather large,

white ceramic and the shallow bowl was seated on a circular base on the bottom. Now the bowl part itself was tilted slightly and Sylvester placed it in front of Dean with the lower side toward him and the bowl tilting up. Well, you would have thought he was witnessing the absence of gravity or something. He examined that bowl from top to bottom, sticking his face nearly onto the table to see the bottom of it, and just behaving like a little boy seeing Santa. He was beside himself with the shape of this bowl. We weren't sure if he'd ever stop remarking about this bowl. He finally did, but it did bring about a new activity for him which I'll tell you about in a few minutes. Lisa just reminded me. She is saying. "I asked him if he wanted a pic of the bowl to use in a future image. Then a bit later he said something about it and I said I can't take it now because you moved your bread. Then he went all crazy with the piece of bread sliding it around inside his bowl."

Dean eats his salad and I have my soup and we are very happy eaters. Then we have our main courses. Lisa's potato is about the size of Idaho. My salmon could feed about three people and Dean's exotic mushrooms could keep Alice in Wonderland happy for a few weeks, lots and lots of shrooms. Dean commented on how good everything looked and he was eying my salmon. I told him the mushrooms looked good too, so we shared our food. He gave me some of his mushrooms and I cut him a piece of salmon. Lisa offered him some potato, but he doesn't eat carbs. Lisa is saying, "Dean and Laurie were in their own little food world. I could have left the table at that point and they wouldn't have noticed." Well, we would have noticed - eventually. <g> The food was really good!!! Now by eating off each other's plate, I mean exactly that. I stuck my fork into a few mushrooms on his plate and he stabbed at my salmon.

When we finished what we were able to eat, Lisa still had at least half of her steak and most of her potato left. I had at least half of my salmon. Dean wanted us to take our leftovers back to our rooms. Now, I don't usually eat fish left out unrefrigerated overnight. Lisa doesn't usually eat steak left out either, but he was so adamant about us taking the leftovers that we finally said yes just to stop him from talking. Lisa managed to convince him that she didn't want her steak and he took it saying he was going to have it for breakfast. I on the other hand got stuck with delicious, yet (by the morning) stinky fish to take with me. <g>

Sylvester asked if we wanted dessert. Dean roared laughing and sat back almost tipping his chair over. "They didn't eat what they have here!" He is easily amused and finds himself very funny. It was fun to watch him. Lisa says, "And to see him laugh like that in person, so close, oh, it does things to a girl! He has an energy, an addictive energy. And when the man is happy, when he's smiling and laughing, you have no choice but to get carried away in it."

Now, back to wine glasses. Some time during all this, Dean drank about half his glass of Merlot. Then, inspired by the tilted bowl, he started to try to balance his wine glass on the edge of the glass's base. It's hard to describe, but he wanted to balance the glass on an angle like the salad bowl. All I could think was, "First the water and now the wine is going to go!" But the man did it. He managed to balance his wine glass on its edge and he was very very proud of his whole self. Lisa says, "A big part of that is because he was sure we didn't think he could do it. After it sat there balanced for a bit, in a grand gesture he snatched it up and got the most rakish look on his face. Then he toasted us. I told him it was impressive, but the look made the whole thing work that much better. He was very happy that his 'look' was appreciated."

I'm going to let Lisa tell you the next part because she has much clearer memories of it than I do. I was just trying to shield myself. <g> From Lisa - Dean called Sylvester over to get a second glass of wine. Sylvester was beside himself because he did not want to sit another glass of wine in front of Dean until he finished his first. So they went back and forth and Sylvester won. He told Dean he would get him the second glass when Dean finished the first. Dean gave in and said it was fine. Lisa said, “He just wants to try and balance two at the same time. I know what he's after.” To which Dean calls to Sylvester..."Hey babe! I really want..." and he points to a wine glass on the table behind him..."Pour it in here." So Sylvester does. While Sylvester is getting it Dean's says..."Sometimes, one gets a challenge. And then, what do you do? You say you can't do that?" As for what we were saying? We're not sure. We were laughing too hard.

Laurie here again - The challenge was presented and Dean started working on balancing both glasses. Now he goes to the first glass and gets it balanced again. He almost spilled that glass, but he caught it before it fell over. It is not precariously sitting on its edge. I'm holding my napkin in front of me since I know he's going to spill it all like he spilled the water. Dean was having trouble getting the glass to balance since it was too full and the wine was sloshing around too much. So in this beautiful restaurant with elegantly dressed staff Dean shouts out, "Everyone stop walking!" Again, he was highly amused with himself. He licked his finger and rubbed it along the bottom of the glass. He got it balanced. So he had two wine glasses standing on their edges. Now I'm ashamed to admit this, but Lisa had faith in his unique skill, but I didn't. When he told us his record was nine I was astounded. He added, "But that was back when I had a steadier hand." Lisa says, "He was very impressed with himself. And when I told him it was good but he forgot 'the look' this time, he said...'I did the look once. I didn't need to repeat it.'"

And then just to prove the sophistication of his humor, he started to try and balance his reading glasses. He was amused by "wine glass - eye glass!" We tried not to groan. I wasn't successful. Neither was Lisa, but we also aren't sure if he was joking or not. Something tells us he was really trying to balance them! Then he joked about sipping wine from his eyeglasses.

That's about it for the actual food related stuff. We have more stories though!!! Just let us know if you want more. We could probably bore you with this for at least two of three more days. <g>

Laurie (and Lisa on AIM)

P.S. Dean did talk about his art and copyrights so I'd like to back up Lisa's request to only post art on the Sassies page that is already online from galleries where he has his shows. His art works are very dear to him.

Part III (by Lisa):

I had to sign off last night while Laurie and I were working on the last post so I'd like to add a couple of things now.

During some our conversations with Dean, we talked about happy and fun things, sad things and one thing in particular that made Dean very angry. With every new subject Dean was completely comfortable with showing his emotions on the topic. We saw him laugh without abandon, we saw sadness and compassion on his face during tough talks and we saw a blazing anger when we spoke of something that just really pee'd him off. I will never, ever forget how he opened up to us. We started out thinking we were going to have dinner with Dean Stockwell the artist and actor, but we left the restaurant after having dinner with Robert Dean Stockwell the artist, actor and above all else human being. There are not and never will be enough words for me to describe the total and complete new found respect I have for the man.

As Laurie mention, I told Dean about my Mother's passing. Now, last October when I went to Chiller my Mom sent me with a letter to give to Dean. I handed it to him and he read it and asked me to tell my Mother thank you. I later found out the my Mom, ornery little woman that she was, asked Dean to give me a kiss. LOL...He didn't of course. Well, when we were leaving Chiller for the day he did blow me a kiss. Anyway, I was telling Dean a bit about the letter during dinner. I wanted him to know Mom and the sweet, silly woman she was. He smiled when I mentioned the kiss. So, when we were leaving the restaurant Dean gave Laurie a kiss on the forehead and turned to walk away. Of course I shamelessly stopped him and pointing to my forehead asked him where mine kiss was. He turned to me and said "You don't get one there" and proceeded to give me a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly I felt another soft kiss and he whispered to me "That one's for Mom." I have to tell you, Dean and no one reading this could ever begin to know just how must that meant to me. When I went back to my room, I looked out the window over Atlanta and told Mom I got the kissed she had asked for and cried like a baby. I have no doubt Mom was sitting on a cloud, swinging her feet and clapping her hands with that big ornery grin on her face.

And on a more fun note, Dean wanted to know how fast Laurie's [wheel]chair could go. So as we were leaving the restaurant, there is this long hallway you have to walk down before you get into the hotel atrium area. Laurie and I were behind Dean and when he heard us coming he turned around and started running backwards away from Laurie and her chair. She yelled for Dean to be careful and he turned. Se no one behind him he told Laurie so. "There's no one behind me!". LOL...Laurie wasn't worried about that, she just didn't like the thought of 69 year old Dean running backwards. But I have to tell you, I had more faith in his ability to do it than I do in my own.

Okay, that's all for now from me. I have no doubt as bits and pieces come back to us we'll be sending them your way.

Later, in a different thread:

Another member: I think, if it's done the right way, "Sassies Uber Alles" (with the umlaut though) would be hysterical. Of course Dean will forget he said that, so he'll have no idea why the pin says that until someone explains it to him... :-)

Lisa: Karen, that's the true. When our dinner was over with Dean at Dragon*Con, Laurie and I both had food left on our plates (seriously...eat with Dean sitting at your table and talking to you and balancing wine glasses?...ummm...no). I had most of my steak left and Dean asked our waiter to wrap it up to go and he would have it for breakfast. The next morning when we saw him I ask him if he enjoyed his breakfast and he looked at me like I had lost my mind. Explaining just seemed to baffle him more. Got to love that man.

#stockwell sassies

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Hey! Could I get to know some of your headcanons about dickfigures/your designs for them? :D

ya ya sure!!!!

i already have my designs for them up if you havent seen, here they are!

as for headcanons idk how long this post will be so ill just add a read more for anyone who might not wanna scroll thru it all lol

red!!!!!

his real name is rowan bc i thought it was cute, also it means “little red one” which is eVEN BETTER

he’s nonbinary masc and bisexual! the self projection is REAL

he has adhd

most of my headcanons kinda flow into my own version of dick figures because i’m not very Satisfied with canon NJSJDNSKM so like. for example red doesn’t just kill people or whatever. he gets into fights and has scars and wears bandaids a lot bc of them

he graduated college with blue, he got a bachelor’s degree in fine arts (honestly idk how college works bc im a grade 10 baby so if thats like totally wrong just let me know also im. canadian so idk how american school system works LOL)

red got suspended a lot in high school but never expelled. mostly bc he got in fights that were mainly him protecting stacey from shitty people (he sees her as his sister so he was rlly protective) and the school wasnt really sure what else to do so they just. you know. suspended him a bunch of times hoping itd do something but it didnt

he hates his dad! reason being is bc when he was born, his dad was actually an alien able to disguise himself as human, so he wanted to take red back to his home planet cuz red turned out to be more powerful than anything his dad had ever seen. but red’s mom was like Nope, so she snuck out with him and his plush cat (kitty amazing) and they were never found. red is very close with his mom and is scared of his dad coming back someday

we know he canonically likes rlly loud music so im just gonna project here and say he’s a metalhead. at least, some form of it. he likes the alt scene music and industrial rock. examples being deftones, nine inch nails, skinny puppy, rage against the machine, kittie and others. it keeps him focused and calm

bLUE!!!

we know blue was bullied as a kid but i dont wanna say red also bullied him bc i feel like thats just wrong to me? MAYBE ITS NOT ACTUALLY but it just makes me sad so like. lets say red, being as protective as he is, stood up for blue a lot cuz he was like “oh this kid cant fight” so he knew what to do

blue dated pink for awhile but they mutually agreed to break up after blue realized this wasnt what he wanted (he came to the conclusion that he was gay, well, he knew for awhile but it was Internalized Homophobia)

he grew up in a very conservative family so to see the world completely differently by meeting red, ems (lt), pink and stacey was a very good thing for him. unfortunately even tho his family did love him, it was conditional so they stopped talking to him after he came out. thankfully he’d already graduated high school by that point

despite being emotional blue isn’t very good at understanding how he’s an emotional person. he’s able to distinct one feeling from another and analyze them, but it’s just... hard for him to kind of. process WHY he feels a certain way? which is what’s led to a lot of his struggles in getting closer with ppl

he loooves reading and writing we already know this but i mean come on. he also got a bachelor’s degree in english/ela. so he’s able to become a teacher ig but he doesn’t really want to? at least not for awhile yet

blue was ems’ first friend. at first he couldn’t understand why they had tics but decided he shouldn’t get into someone else’s business. he didn’t find it weird, just cool!

he and red would always pair up for projects if they had classes together!!!!!! blue would do the writing/research and red would do the illustrations. they always turned out really good even if it ended with red cramming it at the last minute

surprisingly hates broseph more than red. well i mean its not surprising, because broseph was always a huge DICK to him

blue’s real name is wyatt!!!!! i forget the meaning but i felt the sound of it and the meaning fit him well

piiiiink!!!!!!!!!!

she’s still in college, getting her doctorate to be an astrophysicist!

pink is very very smart and will help anyone who’s struggling with something in school. she was basically the genius who always got in the honor roll every year. but, she actually was really anxious especially with exams

pink encourages stacey to go back to school, and sometimes stacey does, but she always ends up leaving again. it’s a little stressful but pink has hope for her

she’s never drank one sip of alcohol in her entire life. she smoked weed once, but it felt weird so she didn’t do it again

ever since she and blue broke up she’s been very supportive of him bc she herself is bisexual!!! so she sees nothing weird about it. in fact, about almost a year later she started dating stacey

pink’s real name is lily. when she became friends with blue she met red through him and she was like “can i join your nickname thing” and they said “sure” so they called her pink. stacey sometimes calls her pinky or just pink but mostly lily

pink helped red with academics. even tho he was sometimes insufferable to work with (/j thats a Joke i promise she’s a very patient person) she didn’t give up on him!!!! in return he helped her out with some fitness stuff cuz pink was always insecure about gym, and later when she graduated she actually got into exercising bc of red!

she loves travelling and going for walks. she owns a lot of houseplants and she’s given them all names and takes very good care of them! she also owns an albino ball python named Velvet

STACEYYY!!!!!!!

stacey is nOT actually all about sex this time ok. i don’t like that. i mean she did have some personality in canon but it wasn’t much? anyways she just really likes to express herself thru tight/”risque” clothing like fishnets and leather and pleated skirts and thigh-highs and platform boots, all of that. basically she’s a goth girl but doesn’t really “act” like one

she’s really intelligent when it comes to animals and insects and will tell you anything you need to know. when she goes back to college she gets a degree in environmental science

stacey can play the electric and bass guitars!!!! she was in a band back in high school but it never really went anywhere beyond performances at parties in someone’s garage. not that she didn’t like it, looking back on it makes her feel happy, but she wished it continued. probably why she has a hard time going back to college bc she’s not sure what she really wants

stacey is a trans woman btw!!!!! unfortunately it was a little difficult in high school to be who she was bc some kids were jerks, but there were a lot of others who supported her which is good

she views red as her brother as well and they still hang out a lot

i haven’t really had time to focus on stacey and make headcanons and stuff for her so i don’t have a lot but... let’s say, secretly, she’s a scifi nerd. and for the sake of debate, let’s say she’s a marvel fan. if you count being a fan of deadpool as being a fan of marvel

LOVES GIRLS.... loves pink!!!

has very similar music taste to red’s!!!!!

emssss!!!!!!! (lt)

instead of being a stereotype of ppl with tourette’s syndrome, it’s just a normal thing that isn’t focused on a whole lot. it doesn’t make ems swear but if they get really really frustrated they’ll curse while doing one of their tics

ems is agender, i’d say they’re also ageless but i don’t really want to make them too “nonhuman” because i feel like that’s dehumanizing to people with tourette’s. so let’s just say most laws of existence don’t apply to them

they’re very friendly!

they’re an aspiring musician, just like in canon

ems is also big into horror movies believe it or not. they’re pretty critical of them though like most horror movie fans, and only like specific ones (i’m not a horror movie fan myself so i can’t say what Specific Ones they like ajsdhbjn just imagine they have good taste okay)

they r very artsy too and like doing crafts cause it gives them something to focus on. it’s just a hobby though it’s not something they’re Professional at

they love nature and flowers and trees and all kinds of plants and animals!!! they like to document what they see when they travel thru nature and stuff so they bring a camera with them (and their phone, but, you know whatever)

ems was never really affected by things people said to them regarding their syndrome. to them it was something they were born with, so they couldn’t bother to feel bad about themselves. in certain situations theyre able to control it but 90% of the time they don’t care about what ppl think

aaaand there u go!!! as for minor characters like raccoon, jason/trollz0r, broseph, dingleberry, they all exist (raccoon isnt a racist stereotype tho), i just dont focus on them a whole lot. most of my hcs for stacey and ems here were thought up on the spot since i havent had time to lay out all my ideas for them but i hope what i have here is good !!!!

also, red and blue ARE dating, and pink and stacey ARE ALSO dating. gay rights

#asks #dick figures #Anonymous

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30 Minute Experiment: The Future of Comics #30ME

Okay, let’s do this. I wasn’t going to do a #30ME today cause I was put in a rather foul mood due to something that happened last night, but I’m trying to move past it, also because it’s been a few days since I did one of these. I had other things going on yesterday and Friday that it made it better for me to not spend time on this experiment. Either way, I’m back doing one on Sunday and today’s topic was offered by my friend, Peter, so here goes nothing...

I will freely admit that I am not as knowledgeable about the comic industry as my former boss at ComicsBeat and some of her staff, who cover the comic industry in such great detail and who know so much about the ins and outs of the industry. Right now, comics books are generally in flux and I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. I’ve been someone who has bought and read comics regularly. I’ve also bought comics that I’ve never found time to read. I also have reached points where I couldn’t afford to buy comics at all. And then there’s that thing about selling off my 40-year collection last year for way below what I thought I’d get for it.

I’ve generally been reading comic books since I was 9 or 10 when I found a bunch of ‘70s Superman comics in a clubhouse near our new house in Framingham, Mass. As a rather impressionable kid, I was a fan almost immediately, and even to this day, if you find a kid who likes to read, you’ll find a kid who loves comic books. It’s just something that you can always count on with younger boys and girls... if you hand them a comic book, they will read it.

I was no different but I became quite obsessed and spent most of the money I earned from various job when I was a teenager and even younger on comics and records, which led to all sorts of issues later in life when I was living in a tiny studio apartment in New York City and was forced to put a lot of my old collections into storage spaces that I eventually couldn’t afford.

But this isn’t about my past with comics and about the future. I’m not sure if you’re aware or even if you’re somebody who still regularly reads and/or collects comics, but shortly after the pandemic struck the States, Diamond Distributors had to shut its doors. The problem was that Diamond was the top distributor of comic books from the publishers to the comic book stores. Even though there were many comics in the works to come out in April, May and June, on April 1, that distribution system just stopped dead and there was no way for the big three, DC Comics, Marvel Comics and Image Comics to get their comics out to the masses. The entire economy of the comic business quickly ground to a halt with no way for stores to pay for comics, no way for Diamond to properly and safely distribute them and very few stores actually open to sell them. At least that was the case in New York where a giant like MIdtown Comics had to close up as it wasn’t considered an essential business.

I felt a little mixed on this because I’ve already tried to quit buying and reading comics a few times over the past few years. In 2018, I thought I had reached a point where I could no longer afford to buy them nor have time to read them even while most of my time was spent looking for jobs rather than doing them. When I couldn’t afford to keep up my mail order subscriptions, I took the opportunity to stop. I then found myself having to get rid of my expensive storage spaces and that gave me another opportunity to quit. That was February 2019 and in the exact same month, I started writing for The Beat, and let’s just say that it’s hard to work for one of the top comic book sites on the planet and NOT be interested in what is happening in comics.

I vowed to keep things in control in terms of my spending and for the most part, I was able to do so, although I still have a lot of unread comics piled up near and around my bed that i just haven’t taken the time to read, especially with so many other distractions during the pandemic.

It’s now been a full month without comics and I still have plenty to read if I want to, but DC Comics have already started to come back slowly and Marvel will soon follow suit. Neither company is releasing nearly as many comics as they did in March when both companies would release 30 to 50 (or even comics) of all types and varieties. There’s just no way for someone with a limited income to keep up with it all so I feel like the pandemic closures gave me another opportunity to get out of my buying and non-reading habits. So I’ve written quite a bit about the topic of “the future of comics” without actually addressing it head-on, and maybe I’m a little biased, but my good friend David Lloyd had the best plan when he came up with the idea for Aces Weekly, which is a digital-only comic book site that offers brand-new comics that have never been seen anywhere else but only in a digital serialized format. No printing costs, no waste of paper... but some of the best comic book storytelling and art working out there that just hasn’t caught on as well as all of the usual superheroics from DC and Marvel who have also made the jump to digital. What I like about Aces Weekly is that it reminds me of the Heavy Metal of my youth, stories that were in different genres than the usual superheroes, whether it’s sci-fi or fantasy or horror or even comedies. Part of why I got into David’s own work originally was because I regularly read his series V for Vendetta with Alan Moore when it was published in Warrior Magazine. In fact, having to get rid of my collection of original Warrior Magazines was one of the many heartbreaks from Midtown getting my entire collection for way below what I thought it was worth. (I probably shouldn’t bring that up again because it really puts me in a mood.)

But David did have something write that’s perfect for the post-pandemic world and that’s that if consumers are still relying on having physical books in print and there’s still a possibility of COVID-19 potentially being spread via packaging and shipping of such books... then yeah, we just have to go digital. I mean, everyone has a computer nowadays and most people have phones or tablets as well. Aces Weekly was designed beautifully to work in the landscape formatting that we’ve become so accustomed to from computers, TVs and tablets. It was never meant to be read on smartphones as that would destroy the beauty of the artwork and the sequential storytelling which is meant to be read as one does a comic strip in the Sunday papers (which still probably get more readers than the average comic book).

It’s kind of a strange time because comic books are more popular than ever due to the huge amount of superhero and comic book movies that have come out over the past 20 years, both good and bad. The success of these movies, particularly those in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, has made it for publishers to get comic books into avid younger readers who want to know more about the heroes they seen on screen.

And yet, there’s still a big glut of comics being released that aren’t of the greatest quality and are kept around just because someone in editorial thinks that readers want these books.

We’ve already seen a lot of comics going to digital services and a resulting outcry of comic book stores who realize that some people might be fine reading the stories in that format, thereby cutting out the middle men, but I personally still prefer physical comics, mainly because I can just sit back and read something without the use of technology and the screens that I’m looking at for so many hours over the course of the day.

Sure, I can’t really afford physical comic books and don’t really have the space to store them, plus I’m always in danger of them taking over my apartment and my ability to live comfortably, a constant problem, but I also wonder why more publishers haven’t gone the direction of David’s Aces Weekly and just created a solid product that involves great storytelling, writing and art and just rid the need for printing and paper, which is a bit of an ecological nightmare when you realize that comics are rarely recycled and are frequently just piling up in someone’s closet or backroom as a “collection.”

We’ve reached a point in technology where digital comics should very much be the standard and unfortunately that means that comic book shops need to change with the times and not be as beholden to having huge stocks of comics and toys taking up real estate just for those who show up and want to look around who may have some spare cash to buy something they clearly don’t need. Heck, most comic shops seem to do better business with Funko Pops and statues than actual comics these days so maybe they should be converted into toy or hobby shops... but with a knowledgable staff who can point those who want to read to sites/publishers that offer digital comics.

It’s kind of weird writing this on the day after what would have been this year’s Free Comic Book Day and what would have been the start of the summer movie season with Marvel Studios’ Black Widow, their first movie since Spider-Man: Far from Home last July, but it seems we’re also at a very clear turning point where now is the time to change things to rid ourselves of the issues (pun intended) that have plagued us, like consumerism, the ecological nightmare that we’ve turned our globe into by destroying trees, and so many other things that physical comic books as they’ve existed for 80 years or more have only contributed to rather than helping us to get away from those issues.

I’m sure I’ll have more to say on this subject as more books are available from DC and Marvel but I’ve run out of time and Cuomo will be on soon, so back tomorrow!

#30ME #30MInuteExperiment #ComicBooks #TheFutureOfComics

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Hey Christina!!!!!!!!!! Sorry I’m hyped. I was wondering if you could do a “50 things about yourself” idk if you’ve done it before but I’d like to know about you cause you’re so cool! 😎 and we love you

Hi! I haven’t done one before but I’m happy to. And of course, if there’s anything you guys want to know about me I’m an open book. This particular “50 Things” tag is old school Tumblr, so it’s sort of random, but hopefully something in there is interesting for you guys.

1. What takes up too much of your time?

Reddit. I’m an information junkie and most of the stuff on there has very little use in my life, but once in a while I come across a gem and it’s what keeps me scrolling.

2. What makes your day better?

Iced coffee. There’s a coffee shop near my house that I really like, and I also bought a bunch of the fancy flavored syrups so I can make it at home.

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?

I’ve been having a pretty chill day so far, but spending the day with my boyfriend has been really nice.

4. What fictional place would you like to go?

The Night Circus! It’s one of my secret ambitions in life to actually build it.

5. Are you good at giving advice?

I sure hope so, otherwise I’m running some of your lives 😂. But seriously, I do my best.1.

6. Do you have any mental illness?

Let’s say I know my way around a therapist’s office and leave it at that.

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

Yes! I used to get a combination of sleep paralysis and exploding head syndrome semi-regularly, but that hasn’t happened in years.

8. What musician inspired you the most?

I don’t know about “inspired” but I think The Velvet Underground had a big hand in shaping who I am. Also Patti Smith, she’s great. I highly recommend her book “Just Kids” to all of you. There’s something about it that feels Skinsy even though on paper they’re nothing alike.

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

Absolutely. I’ve been with my boyfriend for four years now and I couldn’t be happier.

10. What’s your dream date?

I love driving to a new city and checking out what there is to do there. I think having a place that you share just with that one person is really romantic.

11. What do other people notice about you?

My hair, my clothes, or my “intimidating” face are the ones I hear the most often.

12. What is the annoying habit you have?

My boyfriend really hates it when I do “active listening” (where you nod or make noises to let people know you’re still paying attention to them).

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

No, but I hope they’re doing well.

14. How many ex’s do you have?

6ish would be my guess? I’d be interested to know if all of those people would say that I’m their ex, though.

15. How many songs are on your playlist?

I don’t really make playlists, so I guess none. I’m sorry that’s a super boring answer.

16. What instruments can you play?

Piano and bass guitar pretty well and tuba badly (and I can’t actually carry the instrument anymore). I could play the flute when I was younger but I imagine I can’t anymore.

17. Who do you have the most pictures of?

My boyfriend, I think. I have a Polaroid camera and I like taking pictures of him when he’s not paying attention.

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

Argentina, Scandinavia, Japan, South Korea, Hong Kong, Russia, Vietnam, South Africa, Morocco, Australia, Antarctica, and the moon.

19. What is your zodiac?

Libra! My birthday is coming up on the 17th.

20. Do you relate to it?

I do! And I feel sort of badly about that because I know that zodiac is just the Barnum Effect in action, but the Libra desire for balance, idealism, and love of aesthetics is me.

21. What is happiness to you?

Being free of expectations from myself and other people.

22. Are you going through anything right now?

In my experience, adulthood is just going through different things for the rest of your life, so yes. Pretty much always. But right now I’m looking for a new job and that’s been a lot.

23. What is the worst decision you’ve ever made?

How much time do you have? I did a lot of things in my teenage years that I’m not particularly proud of.

24. What is your favourite store?

I love really giant department stores like Harrod’s, or covered markets with tons of different random stalls. I like the idea that you don’t know what you’re going to find. I also love antique stores for the same reason.

25. What is your opinion on abortion?

It should be available and accessible to anyone who wants or needs it. But so should birth control. And I think it’s important that people understand all of their options before making a decision and are given mental health support if they need it as well.

26. Do you have a bucket list?

Not really. I had basically one thing that I’d always wanted to accomplish and that happened way earlier than I expected, so now I’m trying to figure out what my next thing will be.

27. Do you have a favourite album at the moment?

Blue Scholar’s Cinematropolis or Belle & Sebastian’s Dear Catastrophe Waitress. And Velvet Underground’s Loaded, always.

28. What do you want for your birthday?

I’m hoping my boyfriend and I will go away for the weekend. Fingers crossed that our schedules work out!

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

I think people find me to be intimidating (when they’re being generous) or mean (when they’re not). Like I said before, I have a bit of a bitchy face and so I have to make a conscious effort to smile at people.

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

I’m not sure. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m just sort of “in my 20s” and people don’t care what the exact number is. But in general, I think people assume I am however old they are, so anywhere from like 18-30.

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

Right next to my bed, which you shouldn’t do. But I read on my phone before I go to sleep and I use it as an alarm clock, so it ends up on my bedside table.

32. What word do you say the most?

It’s probably “but”. I spend a lot of time considering all the possibilities in a given situation so I spend a lot of time being like, “but what about this? But what if that? Things could be this way, but on the other hand they’re like that”. I don’t think I really have a catchphrase, though.

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

Thirty, probably? I feel like anyone older than that is probably in a different stage of their life than I am.

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

Twenty three or so? They would have to be out of college.

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

Other than the job I do now, I get a lot of people saying that I should be an art curator or a museum curator. And I get people telling me I should be a therapist, obviously.

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

Like most people I like your general pop/rock situation. I really like baroque pop, which is pop music but that includes orchestral instruments. And then I also love electroswing, I think it’s such a fun blend of genres.

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

Either the Netherlands or Denmark. But I would also like to spend some time in France and more time in Italy, where I did study abroad. I also really love the UK, but given the current political situation I’m not sure I’ll be moving there any time soon, especially since I’d need a visa.

38. What is your current favourite song?

I don’t know if I really have one. I do enjoy when I hear Billie Eilish’s “Bad Guy” on the radio, though, does that count?

39. How long have you had this blog for?

Since October, 2013! I’m coming up on my six year anniversary. I think I have something like 30,000 posts.

40. What are you excited for?

The future! I think no matter how the present seems, the future is always an exciting prospect.

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

I think this might surprise some people, but I think I’m a better talker than listener.

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

The last really productive thing I did was to film a pitch video for a project I’m working on, but the most recent is doing some work for this blog.

43. What do you want for Christmas?

The impeachment of Donald Trump? Can Santa do that? I would also take “people taking climate crisis seriously”.

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

In high school, philosophy/religion and psychology. At university I did very well in “Iconic Figures of Popular Music: Simon and Garfunkel”.

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling?

Around a 7. I need to get dressed and leave the house, but I don’t have anywhere in particular I need to be so I’ve been putting it off.

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years?

I’d like to be living in a different country than the one I do now with my boyfriend. I’d like to be self employed or remotely employed, so that I have flexibility in when and where I do work. I want to be doing something where I’m bettering other people’s lives or the world at large. But mostly what I’d like to be doing is traveling and learning. But really my priority is that by that time, I want to be content with myself. I think what you’re doing and where you’re doing it is so much less important than how you feel while doing it, and in 10 years I hope I can say that I’m living a happy and worthwhile life, whatever that ends up being.

47. When did you get your first heart broken?

I think I was 14. What I’ll say about it is this- in the moment it mattered so, so much to me. My parents were the first person that each other dated and I assumed that was how all relationships worked, so when that wasn’t how this one worked out, I was devastated. But now I barely remember that person, and I live with someone else who’s completely different and totally awesome and I couldn’t be happier. I know it sounds like a lie but with time and perspective all wounds can heal.

48. At what age do you want to get married?

I didn’t think I wanted to get married at all. I don’t like the idea of having a big wedding where you’re the center of attention and everyone is starting at you. But in the long run being legally married is practical, so my boyfriend and I will probably do it at some point when we feel like it makes logistic sense.

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

I wanted to be an Imagineer at Disney. They’re the people who design the theme parks. I also wanted to be the president of the moon.

50. What do you crave right now?

Excitement! Nothing is going on in my day right now and I’m starting to get bored. I have a very low tolerance for boredom so days like this really get to me.

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