#but imma most likely leave it as the most recent pin)

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay so since idk how much of today I'll be able to spend as a "final day before I'm gone for 2 whole months (and then return for just a week & disappear again" imma do some stuff I wanted to do later today

but instead early today

So firsty, since this is a very important part, I love all of you!!! Of course platonically, but I still love you all!! I feel like you guys have been there for me plenty while I was here, and all the friends I made I'm happy to have made them!! Sure, I lost some friends (kinda), and I'm sad about that, but I just hope those friends are having amazing times still!!! But still, to the friends I still have, and also to the followers (since I feel like I don't type it enough but it's still true:), I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!

And then the second thing (which isn't as important but I still wanna list it):

Since I'll be gone, if there's peeps who still wanna see my stuff, but there won't be an update to my blog since I'll be gone, here are some main tags that I use:

Random Post This tag is for when I just say stuff that's random, like this for example. So kinda little rambles from me, but they don't often have art with it

My Art This tag's more main than the Random Post tag (idk why I didn't do this one first), but it has all of my art, even from my first(?) ever post!! Though you could go all the way back, you don't really have to, as it has things like when I drew Sun & Moon as pokemon, my first ever drawings of my Sun & Moon Bug AU (which to me it did not look that good back then), my FNAF(SB) Parts & Service ocs (Known as Pax & Simon) who I never drew again (I will at some point trust me-), some old Sun & Moon designs, and even my old intro!! So it's kinda like a memory lane if you think about it, buuut it's a long lane so you don't have to XD

Random Reblog + Random Art Reblog These are my reblog tags!! One is mainly just for random reblogs, and the other is just for art reblogs, which can include drawings, paintings, music, and I'm pretty sure photography (i don't remember exactly what I reblogged but I'm pretty sure I reblogged photography at least once w/ the random art reblog tag). Again, these would be long scrolls, so you wouldn't have to go through all of em

Important Reblog + Important These tags are for important things, and things that either I find as helpful for others to know, things that I believe are important, things that aren't important but I've listed as important (which I think I've done that at least 3 times and I'm sorry), and things that others say are important so I just list em as important. That last one's the most common. Most of the time I'll tag things with both tags, but sometimes I tag things just with the important tag, and less commonly I'll reblog it with just the important reblog tag.

Now not as main tags:

Tag Game This one i don't know if I tag tag games as that oftenly, so if I do, then this tag'll lead to those I did tag as such.

Asks (+ Ask Game) This is for when I get asks (that's the asks tag), and also for when I see an ask game & hope to get asks for that (both the asks tag & ask game tag). However, I don't always get asks, or at least I don't get them as often as I see/assume others do, but there's 4 invisible ones in my inbox that I'm still sorry about not being able to see... (also I know I can just change what I said, but imma leave the last part & add that I actually have more asks than I thought I did, I just never looked at them all collectively before, so thanks to all of you that sent asks!! <3)

Sun & Moon AUs (+ that one SAMS AU) This tag is mainly for the Sun & Moon related AUs I have (one of which being a Sun and Moon Show AU if I'm not mistaken), but it includes ones like my Bug! AU (which was once just tagged as Bug AU), Slime! AU, Pastry! AU, Celestial Bard! AU, Lost! AU, Witch! AU, Celestial Inn! AU, Toyshop! AU, Celestial Tasks! AU (also called RPG! AU), Fortune Teller! AU, Unisatyr! AU, and specifically for the SAMS AU tag, Different! AU (which we do not talk about Different! AU cus I honestly forgot I even made it until just now XD)

Treats! AU This tag, which sadly didn't get too much stuff made for it, is a tag for a QSMP Au I randomly was doing, where everyone was a form of treat/snack. I wish I got more time on it, but for now there is a little bit of ideas sitting there for it

Clowns This tag should be avoided if you have a fear of clowns, but this is the tag for my clown ocs from a little circus I made up known as Bunzy's circus!! Of course Bunzy's the ring master, but there's more characters (who do not have names yet), who are a Clown Rat, a Clown Dog, a Clown Cat, a Clown Bear (who is a teddy bear), and a Clown Spider

My Ocs This tag is for ocs of mine. There's not really much to it, it's just my ocs.

Sona/Sonas These tags are for my different Sonas, like Seven (the main Sona of this blog), Silly, Tabby (who currently has been listed as dead), Chromey, Swii, Phon, and that Pirahna Plant sona I never got the chance to draw again (they never got a tag specific to them but they're known as Berry). There's technically another Sona, but they never got a tag on this blog, as they're the sona for my side blog, which I'll bring up later

rant this is a tag I prefer to forget, but it is a tag, so I will not ignore it. This is for the chance that I rant about something, which I don't like to rant about stuff that happens for me. So this could be a tag to avoid if yall want (there's only like... 4 posts? But still)

💖/<3 These tags are hard to follow, but these are tags for when I heart something a lot. It's like a show of affection. The <3 tag was more of a backup when I couldn't put the sparkle heart emojis, but now they both coexist. There's mainly more than one, but sometimes there's just 1 (idk how to work this one, so I guess just try & slightly up the amount of hearts to find other tags? idk sorry...)

Extra tags:

I'm not gonna link these ones, but these are tags that I've drawn stuff for, but aren't really special tags of mine, and this includes tags like:

FNAF (Five Night's at Freddy's)

AAF (Andy's Apple Farm)

Fandroid/Fandroid the Musical Robot

QSMP

TWOMP (The World of Mr Plant)

Gen Loss (Generation Loss)

Diep.Io

Rainworld

SAMS (Sun and Moon Show)

Deltarune

Undertale

Roblox T2D/Roblox T2D DCO (Roblox Try to Die/Roblox Try to Die DCO)

Cookie Run

Sussy Schoolgrounds

Pokemon (+ Fakemon)

Now some of these I only did once (TWOMP, Diep.Io, Rainworld, Undertale, Roblox T2D, and Fakemon), but some got at least 2 or more (Fandroid, Deltarune, Pokemon, and Sussy Schoolgrounds got just 2 I think)

But yeah, I think that gets the tags outta the way now

Now as an extra thing to bring up, I do have a side blog, which is specifically for a lil thing I made/am working on...

...and it's about a little furry(?) species I made called Floserds!!

however

Please don't just go & follow the blog because it's my side blog, I mainly just want that blog to be followed if it's because someone's actually interested in that species idea I made.

But as a summary, it's a species of flower (and herb) cows called Floserds (Flos is latin for Flower, if im not mistaken, and the -erds part is just the word herds without the h), and most of the info I've worked on/am working on is on that blog

That blog's also run by my fursona, Chamomile, who is a Floserd!!

But yeah that blog's known as @floserd-theflowercows, and you could technically follow it, but only if you're actually interested in the concept, not just due to association

But yeah I guess this might be it, and if I get the chance to say goodbye before I have to go, then I'll say goodbye, let you guys know that I love you (which I do) (platonically), and then either link back to this post, or just copy + paste the important stuff

But yeah in case this post is really my goodbye (for now), then I love you all, I'll miss you, and I'll (assumably) see you guys again in November!!!!!

💖

[shijiujun]

hey so uh, it's 110% Not Your Job, but can i ask for like a crash course on these chinese bl series that are everywhere around me but i don't know them. like i'm familiar with the untamed or however many names it has but i'm seeing two or three more???? help please if you can thank you

hello!! oh no worries, i happened to be looking for a distraction too so this was timely hahaha although it’s a pretty broad question since there are so many new live adaptations coming out (and some which have already come out which are featured as bromances), but let me see if I can like round this up for you a little. 

*i may be giving you a bit more than you need or like irrelevant stuff, but i guess i’m bound to hit something hahaha

Okay so the chinese BL series you’re talking about is The Untamed, and since you said you’re familiar I won’t get into it in detail, BUT just for like flow’s sake:

The Untamed (Chen Qing Ling) is based on the danmei (BL) novel written by MXTX, called Mo Dao Zu Shi (and yes however many like English translations to this title there is), or MDZS for short. You watched the live-action, and there’s like a lot of other versions of it e.g. the anime, the chibi anime, audio dramas etc. etc. the list goes on. In case you still haven’t seen any of those, just glance through this masterpost made by @the-social-recluse​ - In any case, right now everything is sort of already out EXCEPT:

MDZSQ - chibi donghua, cutest shit you’ll ever see

More MDZS merch 

Some teasers from MDZS mobile game which has been one year and developing

Now moving on to other BL series floating around so frequently - MDZS is the second book that MXTX wrote. So there’s SVSSS (The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving-System), which is also called lovingly by others in the fandom by Scumbag System/Villain in short, this is MXTX’s first danmei novel. Right now if you’ve seen this on Tumblr, it’s the anime (donghua) version - 10 episodes only for Season 1, available on WeTV with subs, finished airing like a few weeks ago. Translations of the novel are definitely out in full somewhere.

An absolute mess, but an organized one

Tried to do a manhua but failed

Everyone thought the donghua wouldn’t air on time either (it has a history of dropping development halfway) but it did

Would probably be the most entertaining if ever dealt with a live-action

And then there’s arguably, the most beloved child out of all three novels (at least right this moment) - TGCF (Tian Guan Ci Fu, or Heaven Official’s Blessing). This is the third and so far last (???) danmei novel MXTX has written, main pairing invented love. Strawhat-wearing scrap collector smiley angel with devoted kid-turned-adult-turned-ghost-king who follows smiley angel for like many years because he loves him. Anyway, if you’re seeing this, once again on Tumblr a lot, it’s the donghua version you’re seeing. Still airing, I think we’re midway through the whole season, the yelling starts Saturday (Asia time zone) and then extends into Sunday, sometimes Monday.

There’s like a god-tier Eng translation in full for TGCF by Suika

There is a manhua for this as well, only like 45 chapters in, but the time Jan/Feb 2021 rolls around, the donghua would have overtaken the manhua progress on the storyline HAHAHA

Apparently the director/production team who did CQL/The Untamed managed to get the rights to filming its live-action, but heh nothing much about that just yet aside from casting rumours and fans worrying that the casting will be done wrongly and also that they won’t be able to do justice to the story.

Alright now that we’ve more or less cleared MXTX and what everyone is hyping over (for good reason), let’s move on to the other CHINESE BL stuff you could be seeing (although I feel like you might not actually be asking about this), and these will all be live-actions (I’m also only clearing SOME of this year’s stuff, so none from before 2020, don’t ask me why I didn’t leave Guardian or SCI up here):

✨✨✨ Already aired, done and dusted or maybe ongoing, just ones I see on my dash and notifs so I definitely am biased ✨✨✨

The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty (Cheng Hua’s Fourteenth Year) - Many episodes, much bromance, base novel is gay af, but live action is cute af. Read more here and full translation is not yet done I think

My Roommate is a Detective - THIS IS A SPECIAL MENTION. NOT BL. Doesn’t even have like a book to go along with it, it’s just I’ve seen people getting into this again and creating content, so idk, imma just leave this here. It ain’t BL but it got the most glaring BL-esque relationship I’ve ever seen in my life. You’ll get what I mean if you watch it

The Lost Tomb Reboot - AGAIN another special mention, because many handsome young-ish men who you know, head into tombs, much bromance. Based on a huge series of novels, totally not BL, but as always with like a lot of men put into one story, ships happen. This year as well, in case you’ve seen it floating around

✨✨✨  Upcoming Chinese BL live-action adaptations, confirmed + casting + filming. You may have seen some of these because like posters were recently released etc. - As far as I know these are all slated for 2021 ✨✨✨

Faraway Wanderers (Tian Ya Ke) - A danmei novel by Priest, filming wrapped up, should be airing soon. Leads are pretty cute, although I’m sure they’ll turn this bromance. One of the male leads is known for a lot of period web dramas, and Gong Jun, the other male lead, is known for more contemporary modern dramas, but damn Gong Jun’s jawline

Winner is King (Sha Po Lang) - Another danmei novel by Priest, filming wrapped up recently as well if I recall? Posters recently released, and this is arguably Priest’s most famous and popular danmei

Immortality (Hao Yi Xing) - A super popular danmei novel called 2ha or The White Husky and His White Cat Shizun by Meat Bun. Filming also... wrapped? I think, because posters came out the next day and everyone from Earth to Pluto went mad, definitely one you should look out for next year spring i think, but I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be a hell lot more teasers, posters etc. coming up and then half of danmei Tumblr will probably go into cardiac arrest

The Society of Four Leaves (Zhang Gong An) - Ehhhh I think this hasn’t yet been filmed but casting was recently confirmed (contentiously).  Concept posters are up though. This technically isn’t classified officially as a BL. There are no CPs officially in the novel, but apparently it’s very like idk flirty etc., also slated for next year

*There are a few more by Priest, e.g. Liu Yao, but no concrete news that I’ve seen (by now like at least 60% of her danmeis either have a live-action contract or a donghua contract or both lmao)

✨✨✨  Upcoming Chinese BL donghua adaptations (2021-ish). All by Priest✨✨✨

*Throwing this in just as a by the way thing, because these are also recent news (these two weeks). There might be more but I haven’t seen anything yet personally :D

Imperfection (Can Ci PIn) - Space AU, the novel won like two national literary awards if I recall like last year? Anyway a brief trailer recently came out last week I think, and main lead is handsome af, and once again it’s space and space wars so it’s pretty cool

Silent Reading (Mo Du Zhe) - Novel is called Mo Du, and honestly I think the donghua has been like teasing fans for like idk years, but it looks like we’re finally getting to the donghua as the team previewed the first ep like... two weeks ago live to an audience? Modern crime thriller thing, there’s a masterpost going on Tumblr

Lie Huo Jiao Chou - Another Priest fan favourite, a historical + modern danmei combination. Much angst from what I’ve seen, but donghua teaser looked good also, released also last week

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anyway hopefully some part of this or at least one part answers your question? if not, just send me another ask or like, DM me hahahaha

[joonkorre]

(love) is a heartache

@drarrymicrofic prompt: hope is a heartache - léon

let it be known that harry goes through life purely on vibes. half of his reasons why for every decision at his big age are “idk imma just hope for the best”

ao3

People’s hearts twinge sometimes. For Draco, he can barely remember the last time he doesn’t have these twinges. It’s pretty normal at this point.

“No, it’s not,” Pansy says. She’s a Healer, so she’s probably right. But Draco prefers to ignore that.

“Leave it be,” Draco murmurs, lips against her scalp, “I’m fine. Say, are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah. You want to go somewhere?”

“Mm. Sleep.”

They go out the next morning, Pansy in thick makeup and Draco practically drunk under nine layers of Charms. The air is a bit humid, which seems to get worse when the bustling street intensifies in volume into a roaring din. Pansy pulls him under an awning, yanking at his sleeve a bit to try out her disgusting sugary coffee. She always does this whenever she wants to take his attention away from something, which means he just has to look at exactly where she’s doesn’t want him to. As his lips wrap around her lipstick-stained straw, he glances up.

Across the street, a couple strolls through a gushing crowd. Fiery red hair, airy laughter, a pale arm wrapped around her fiancé’s waist. Curls of black, sleek spectacles, a protective palm on his fiancee’s shoulder. They make the perfect picture, a vibrant oil painting. Their existence is formed from bold strokes of sunlight and starburst kisses, with the focal point being a shock of phthalo green and cadmium lemon, two minute specks that make all the difference. As all good paintings do, they pin the viewer on the spot, as if the viewer himself is a thing to behold. Then they shift away.

The exhibit moves forward and out of sight. It’s closing time, the viewer has overstayed his welcome.

Something leaps in Draco’s chest and splatters on the floor of his stomach. Placing her hand over his heart, Pansy frowns at him. She doesn’t ask why Potter stared at someone who looked like a stranger to him. Only tells him to start finding answers.

Months later, on the most awaited day in recent Wizarding history, there’s a knock on Draco’s door.

He throws on a sweater, and a throw, too, for good measure. Ambling to the door, he checks the mail slot before peeking through the peephole. Nobody but a package is outside. Draco hums and unlocks his door, crouching down the moment it opens. What feels like soft satin brushes against his cheek, cool and smooth. With a flash, a pair of shiny dress shoes appear before him.

“Draco.”

Draco peers up as he rises, hands around the package. Potter has his maddening Invisibility Cloak slung over his arm, his roguish charm heightened by a perfectly fitted three-piece suit. A tiny posy is pinned on his left lapel, muted green hellebores with a few sprigs of privet berries. He’s dressed like a man in love.

Draco feels something he hasn’t felt in months at the sight. He’s trained himself to suppress it the moment it showed itself and has been relatively successful until now. The sting, without warning, bursts from within his chest, calling forth a slight wince. Potter’s brows furrow.

"How do you know where I live?"

“How long has this been going on?”

Draco frowns. “Pardon?”

“That,” Potter gestures at Draco’s chest. “The heartache.”

He rears back. What the hell is he supposed to say to that? At Potter’s unchanging expression, Draco shoves his hair out of his face with a quiet huff and puts a hand on the doorknob.

“It’s none of your business. Please leave.”

“It is, actually,” Potter stops the closing door with one arm.

“Excuse me? We haven't had a proper conversation in more than a decade and suddenly you want to act like we're friends? Leave, now.”

“Listen to me. How can it not be my business when I feel it, too?”

“Check with a Healer, then. If you can put past grudges aside, I can hand you Pansy Parkinson’s business card,” Draco grits through his teeth, pushing against the door with his entire body, his throw slipping to the ground.

“Draco, stop, I already know, stop.”

“Know what? No, I don't care. Leave at once, else I’d alert the Aurors.”

A rough slam sends Draco staggering back. Potter pants, hard lines on his face. His chest heaves under his crisp white shirt, its top two buttons unclasped, and he steps over the threshold, closing the door.

“You think they’d believe you?”

The pain shoots from his chest to the rest of his body, and for several seconds, his lungs wouldn’t work. He whips his head away from Potter, who groans and sags against the wall.

“I told you to leave.”

“I’m sorry, that was a shitty thing to say,” Potter says immediately, sweat dotting his temples.

After an uncomfortable pause, clearing his throat, he picks up the near-forgotten package from the carpet. His hand feels around the outline of the object within, rectangular and heavy. Glancing at Draco, he says hoarsely. “I know why you bought this book.”

“Know this, know that, you know nothing,” Draco lunges forward, only for Potter to twist out of the way and raise the package out of his reach.

“The Life-long Burden of Dark Curses: A Caution by Elise Arrowlane, limited edition,” he says, unbothered by Draco’s slackened jaw. “You ordered it from the new bookstore on Diagon months ago. You were small and old and grey, but I recognized you. I always could.”

“Okay,” Draco sneers, “so you’re a stalker. Old news. Anything else?”

“There’s no need to order one. I would’ve borrowed it from Hermione if you had only asked,” Potter says. “Instead, I got curious and read it for myself. That’s how I connected the dots about the heartache, how I realized we’ve both had it since that day years ago.”

“Oh, the day you slashed me into ribbons and almost cut through my heart?” Draco clenches his jaw.

Being able to shout this ugly kind of truth into the perpetrator’s face feels oddly liberating. That is, if liberation also comes with a specific kind of agony that makes Draco want to fall to his knees.

“Dark Magic leaves a mark on both the wizard and their victim, doesn’t it? No need for a book to tell us that,” Potter says, the harsh afternoon glow of him gentled by the soft lamplight in Draco’s hallway. “In certain cases, it even leaves a link. A connection.”

Draco bites the inside of his cheek and looks away. The only consequence from that horrid night was his fucked up heart and nothing else, nothing at all. Whatever Potter is insinuating, he hates it. He hates this. He hates him.

“How are you so sure there’s a connection.”

“I wasn’t,” Potter says. “The Healers said it’s a health thing I developed after the War and I just needed to avoid strenuous activity. I didn’t think much of it, but then I read the book and realized that it usually flared up whenever you watched me.”

Scoffing, Draco turns and stalks into the kitchen. Walking past the boiling kettle, he throws a cabinet door open and grabs a mug, his hand trembling.

“Interesting how my health suffers when I see the bastard who quite literally carved me open.”

“I was eating dinner when I thought I was going to die of a heart attack at 23,” Potter continues. Draco pulls the drawers out, unable to find a single bag of tea for several excruciating moments. “The next day, I was reading about your mother’s death on the Daily Prophet. That was the first sign.”

Grabbing a rag and wetting it, Draco wipes the countertop even as he’s just done so last night.

“When Ginny saw you on the street during our date and extended her hand toward you, you shook it. But your heart ached.

“I saw you looking at the picture of Ginny and I kissing on the front page of Witch Weekly. Your hair was brown and your back was curved, but I saw you. Your heart ached.

“When I announced my engagement to her on the Battle of Hogwarts’s 10th Anniversary, you were clapping along with everyone else. But your heart ached.”

Draco throws the rag on the counter. The kettle whistles, a piercing sound. “What’s your point? Are you here purely to flaunt your relationship and imply that I’m in love with Ginevra Weasley? If so, I got it. Thank you so very much, it’s been enlightening. Now get out.”

“The point is,” Potter says, lifting the kettle off the burner to pour it into Draco’s mug, placing his tea bag in, “unless the article about you being gay was wrong, Ginny isn’t the one you’re in love with.”

“What arti—” Draco stops. “That was years ago.”

His sexuality was leaked to some irrelevant gossip rag, not even making the front page. Nobody noticed, nothing changed, and it hasn’t entered his mind in what feels like forever until Potter reminds him.

“I remember.”

“You—” Draco frowns. His eyes strain on the cup of tea until they hurt. He squeezes them shut, sighing. “It doesn’t prove anything. Perhaps I’m jealous of my childhood nemesis having a better life than me, ever thought of that?”

“Yeah,” Potter says, “I’ve thought about this a lot. Which is why I’m here. To make sure.”

Draco takes it in, then, unable to help himself, curls his lips at Potter and his attire. At his artfully gelled hair, his hanging bow tie, the elegant boutonniere on the lapel of his dark blue suit. His empty ring finger.

“Couldn’t you have chosen a better date to make sure? Preferably before your wedding day?”

Potter steps closer. A respectable distance away, but closer.

“I could’ve, but I spent most of those days in denial. Then the dots connected and I couldn’t deny it anymore, so I decided to just go through with the wedding regardless, be with the woman I loved. Hoped that maybe the odd emotions I had would go away,” he shrugs, raising his eyes to meet Draco’s. “Saw Ginny at the end of the aisle and, well, I couldn’t stop thinking that it should’ve been someone else. All this time, I’ve thought that she didn’t feel… right in my arms, but I pushed it down. And there she was in that white dress.

“Seeing that today was the last straw. I had to leave.”

Draco’s breath catches in his throat. Swallowing it down, he grabs his mug, scooping out the tea bag just to have something to do. He takes a sip without blowing, ignoring its scalding heat.

“That was stupid.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Draco can feel a headache building. “That was a horrible decision. I never imagined you—you!—out of all people, could be this irresponsible. What the fuck.”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am. Merlin, that poor fucking woman. If your purpose here is to make me feel bad for Ginevra and all 300 of her relatives for once in my life, you’ve succeeded, congratulations.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that to me, say that to—oh, you’d do what you want no matter what I say, wouldn’t you?”

“Depends on the situation.”

“‘Depends on the situation,’ he says,” Draco mocks, getting a carton of milk from the fridge to save his bitter, bitter tea. Potter doesn’t reply. Stirring the milk in, Draco lets out a heavy sigh.

“What do you want me to do about this?��� He says. “I didn’t make you run out of your own wedding. If you expect me to take the blame for your inane decisions, the first person I Floo wouldn’t be the Aurors, but Ginevra Weasley herself.”

A small smile graces Potter’s lips. “I don’t expect anything from you but honesty.”

Draco squints.

“And how will you know if what I say is a lie? Will you reject my genuine answer if it’s not what you want to hear?”

“That won’t be a problem,” Potter says. “I trust your heart will speak the truth for us both.”

There’s a pang in Draco’s chest, and judging from the twitch of Potter’s brow, he can feel it too. Not another word is said, the two men merely facing each other from across a tiny kitchen, considering. Draco can feel the warmth of sunlight beaming through the little window and coating his nape as he leans against the sink, earl grey on his tongue. Lovely citric notes of bergamot drift up his nose. He closes his eyes. What to do, what to do.

Weightless oxfords clack against the yellowed tiles, clear and bright in Draco’s ears. Fabric rustles as Potter slips a hand into his pocket only to retrieve it a second later. Draco lets himself be cornered, barely glancing at the wool-clad arms caging either side of his waist. A clink catches his attention, however, and he tilts his head to the left.

Millimeters beside Draco’s hand on the counter, glinting in the sun, is a wedding band. Draco knows Potter and Ginevra’s in and out, has examined the picture on that day’s issue of the Daily Prophet more times than he should have. He knows the marquise droplets of Ginevra’s gems and the chevron curve of her ring, the blankness of Potter’s own band a dream and a question in his mind.

The band that’s resting on the counter is different. Rustic gold and a fissure in the middle, the fertile earth splitting open to reveal a stream of diamonds, a sparkling river. Draco sets his mug to the side and holds the ring up close, his finger smoothing over the grooves of its texture.

“Did you make a stop at a jewelry store before breaking into my home?” He asks.

“No,” Harry murmurs. Draco looks at him in surprise. “I’ve had this with me for months.”

A pause.

“I thought you said you were in denial.”

“I was, but I knew, somewhat, that I wanted someone else,” Harry’s head lowers, slow and careful, until his forehead rests against Draco’s shoulder. “I told myself that I just liked the way it looked, had to get it in case I didn’t want the other ring anymore. But I got it a size smaller. Been carrying it in my pocket ever since.”

Draco’s heart throbs and throbs. Large hands circle his waist, bunching up the back of his sweater and pressing him close, chest to chest. A blanket of pure heat envelops his body as he breathes in the timeless saffron and neroli of cologne, half-lidded eyes pinned on the band he’s given. Oh, dear, he thinks, and again when it settles at the base of his ring finger with ease, as if it belongs there and never left. Oh, dear.

[rurifangirl]

Bitch you’re literally so awesome and sweet and funny and the best thing from Italy (tied with pizza) okay tbh I’m not too familiar with your OCs so I got this for you: what do you think would happen if some of your OCs met my OCs?

BAHJSKRHFJF TYE FIRST PART😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍

N imma choose only 5 of my fave ocs cus 1I have like 12 of em n im too lazy to write em all here🤡😭 n 2 I don't wanna make It too lomg cus i also wanna know what ya think

(btw all of their intros/and anything bout every of my oc Is linked on the pinned post, or just ask me bout em im always free for em🤩)

Kayn💜; Honestly, dude's already an huge teddy bear so i feel like he'd get along w basically everyone there. He's also pretty naive himself, so he'd probably get into some dumbassery w them, at one point or another 😭😭

Kayn wouldn't rly matter any of the gods behaviours too, since he's already used to Hoe and just, being a proud himbo himself. He'd also prolly get specifical gifts too (ahem wine for dyonisus too AHEM), n just spendin time w each of em, cus even though they'd known for like, idk some days, he would rly care bout their well bein and everything in between. Just, a very sweet dude.

Shou🍵: He's very skeptical of people so, he'd definetly have the hardest time openin up, especially to em. Everything's more detailed in his post so id recommend to check It out, but let's just say he never had any figure to freerly opening up to, both because of his nature and just, about how he was. Would definetly get along best w Aiwin, because of how similar they are, both on personality n trauma. Or even Amy now that I think bout It. But even then, he'd get too self concious and probably Hide from em too sometimes.

Myst🎸: Basically almost the same as Kayn, but make It like ten times louder and a LOT more energetic. Basically another loud fucker that would probably get anyone up till he doesn't collapse. She also would rly get along w Dionysus tbh, and be hated for how all outta place he Is😭😭 But we luv her anyways 🤸‍♀️

He'd also be really caring bout em too, and when she needs to stop, she will.

Eris🌑: They're my most recent of, so I'm conflicted about who it would be the closest too. Like, moons really similar to a God,so I feel like they'd be closed to em, but at the same time I dunno who they'd open up with. Because they're polite, even caring at times, and wants to care bout their pals too as long as they don't get hurt or in trouble, so ya can tell me who they'd be closed w 😭😭

I don't have a fifth fave so I'll let the wheel decide a sec

Aight Naexi time😤

Naexi⚛️: Fun fact, they're an actual demi god, BUT, instead of when i talked about Eris, they'd be trying to get close to prolly Aiwin and Amy, for the sole reason if interests. They're interested in old folk tails, that made her fall in love with humanity all in the meanwhile, as that's also part of the reason she left her world to later on joining the gang (more on that on her post ofc), so it's normal she'd be more attracted to em.

She's also really polite and calm too, but that doesn't mean they're that overall cutesy. They can be rly subdoly teasing too, so I'll leave ya w a paring for her too if ya don't mind😭😭

Sorry If i wrote too much but i got a lil too into It😔

Tags undercut(since thecnically it's an OC ask so-):

@a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes @damnfoxx @nadi-117 @dopesaladlady @audre-falrose

[idkwhoiamanymorebutwtf]

I have yet to watch season three of Tangled yet (except for a small part of the first episode up until the end of Crossing The Line) so if anything I say here is super off base lemme know.

I don't think Cassandra's betrayal actually has a thing to do with Rapunzel. There are a lot of reasons she's acting out.

Just think about her life so far.

Cassandra was born with an abusive mother. She waited and worked and tried her best and she was discarded in the end by Gothel. Usually when a character has an awful parent like Gothel they get this big moment of defiance where they get to show their abuser that they're bigger than they could ever have dreamed. Rapunzel got that moment of defiance. She got to stand up to her abuser and of course that kind of thing feels amazing. What doesn't feel amazing is just being...left behind. Cassandra didn't get to outgrow her abusive mother or show her how much stronger she was alone. Cassandra got left behind, completely discarded and left to pick up the pieces. She didn't get the opportunity to escape, she was tossed aside before she was ready to get out and she struggled because of it. By all means, Cassandra's separation from her abuser lacked a lot of the glory that Rapunzel got when she chose to leave. I'm not saying that Rapunzel somehow has less trauma than Cassandra. They had the same mother who hurt them both equally. However when Rapunzel left, it was a moment of triumph and joy and freedom where she showed Gothel who's boss and cut herself free. When Cassandra was abandoned, she was a four year old left screaming and sobbing and pleading for her mother, it was a moment of pain, not levity. So is it any wonder that Cassandra never recovered from her abuse and abandonment? Is it any wonder she never moved on? She deserved to break free herself. But instead she completely repressed the whole thing and internalized it for the rest of her life instead of working through her trauma. Is it any wonder Cass is hurt and angry? Is it honestly any wonder that pain and anger was brought out when she was shown the memory she'd been so violently repressing for so long? But of course Gothel isn't the only reason Cassandra was so unhappy.

Aside from the abuse and abandonment she suffered from Gothel, let's talk about her dream to be a guard. She was aparently trained from six years old. But Cassandra was never really given much chance to achieve those dreams. Up until very recently (and she's what, twenty two years old?) Cassandra has never been given the chance to have guard assignments. That is absolutely ridiculous. It took Eugene like a day to become a guard while Cass worked for sixteen years before her dad let her in the field. And even then he held out until there was absolutely no choice but to let her have an assignment. Not to mention that most of the time it was made clear that her duties as Lady In Waiting came before her Guard duties. And the fact that there was more importance put in her lame job than in her dreams and goals in life kinda sucks. Luckily she finally got her chance to shine in the season one finale and I was proud of her. However immediately after that Cassandra had to put her dreams on hold to follow Rapunzel and the rocks. Yes, she's the one who chose to go, but it must have been hard for her when she'd only just gotten her big break.

None of this really has to do with Rapunzel though. Not inherently, at least. But the thing is that Rapunzel represents every single thing that held Cassandra back.

Cassandra may be repressing and internalizing what Gothel did to her, but Rapunzel is coping and moving forward. Cassandra may have been abandoned by Gothel, completely discarded, having her opportunity to choose to break away on her own taken from her, but Rapunzel had her glorious, life changing moment of independence where she cut herself free. Of course Cassandra finds it so easy to turn her trauma on Rapunzel. She never had the chance to free herself and she never moved past what their mother did to her as a result. Not like how Rapunzel is. It's not Rapunzel's fault, but it's so easy for Cassandra to let herself be bitter that Rapunzel got a chance she never did.

Then there's her dreams. Cassandra's goal of being a royal guard. It explicitely comes second to her duties as Lady In Waiting. Of course it's easy for her to see that as Rapunzel's fault. Of course it's easy to turn it on Rapunzel because her dreams and goals and passions in life have to take the backseat to supporting Rapunzel. They had to take a backseat when Cassandra followed Rapunzel to her destiny.

The last thing that makes it so fucking easy to turn her trauma onto Rapunzel, though? The fact that there's a clear power imbalance in their relationship. Rapunzel is Cassandra's boss. Rapunzel is Cassandra's ruler. Rapunzel is the leader of the mission and she calls the shots. By all means, Cassandra's below her. Yeah, Rapunzel's nice. She'll treat Cassandra like a friend and take her opinions into consideration, but in the end her voice means more than Cassandra's. How on earth can you just ignore that? That kind of power imbalance?!? How can you maintain a frienship with someone who's above you like Rapunzel is placed above Cassandra?

And it isn't Rapunzel's fault by any means. She didn't do a thing wrong and Cassandra's anger is misplaced.

But I understand what Cassandra's doing and why she's doing it.

Just look at her song, Crossing The Line. Imma go over the important lines I saw.

"This has to stop now. This thing where you think that you've been my friend"

Now this may look odd. Because Rapunzel has tried to be a good friend. Kind, understanding, communicative. But that power imbalance between them ruins it all. Cassandra isn't Rapunzel's equal. No matter how much she wants to be. Hell, even no matter how much Rapunzel may say she is and truly see her as an equal, the imbalance is still there. Rapunzel is the boss, the leader, the ruler. Of course that'll throw friendship out the window, knowing you're below your friend in every fucking way.

"And I've done the best I could. But I've always known just where we stood"

Literally the same thing. Cassandra tried so hard to just let their friendship be and of course Rapunzel never took notice of the power imbalance, but it's not something you can just ignore when you're the one with the short end of that stick.

"And that line between the beggers and the choosers is a line you never let me quite ignore. How I've tried to jump that great divide"

This is once again driving that home. Rapunzel is above Cassandra. They both tried to ignore the power imbalance but when Rapunzel has the final say in how the group is run...well that's it. They don't make decisions as equals, the way they actually make decisions is Cassandra suggests something and Rapunzel can choose to maybe do it if she feels like it and if she doesn't want to, tough luck, she's the boss. They were not equals. It's not Rapunzel's fault but again, of course Cassandra wasn't overjoyed with that!

I think I drove that point home so I'll stop with the song.

Point is, Cassandra may be dealing with things in a very unhealthy way. But she's dealing with a lot. Always being held back, always denied, never good enough for anyone, always waiting, trying to be patient, shoved in the background. Always second best, never equal to those around her. For fucks sake. She was abused and abandoned by her horrible mother, held back and denied by her well intentioned father, and unwittingly but completely belittled by her best friend. Cassandra is in horrible pain and it's just exploding. Her trauma, her wounds, everything. She's caving in on herself and she needed to drag someone down with her because she was desperate to find someone, anyone to blame for what she was going through, and not only was Rapunzel the easy choice, but it seems someone coerced her into blaming Rapunzel as well. Her feelings are completely understandable and I just hope to god she can find a way to recover from the horrific trauma she's endured. Of course picking one person you can fight to pin all your pain onto is easy, but I hope she can see that it's more complex than that and begin to heal.

[eerythingisshaka]

Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 4

[Erik Killmonger x Black OC]

Word Count 5.8k

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Erik has a meeting one morning to discuss the upgrades he has planned for key components of the new model Boeing airplane that is set to begin manufacturing early the following year.  Erik stood at the sink in the master bathroom reciting lines to himself that he had prepared with notes on his phone.

“As you can see, the planes trajectory following take off can be more smoothly….more smoothly...smoother?  Uhh-- SHIT!”

Erik curses to himself as the blade angled in the wrong direction, cutting his jaw.

“You ok in there baby?”  Kimara calls out from the bedroom.  

Erik watches the blood begin to bubble and drip onto his shirt before he could get a tissue to catch it.  

“Fuck!  Yeah...I’m aight.”  Erik calls back.

Kimara is putting on an earring when she walks in to see him.  “Oh damn, Erik. You cut yourself today of all days?.” Kimara reaches for the tissue to survey the damage.  

“Ain’t it some shit?  I gotta be at the office in one hour and I fucking maim myself and stain my fucking shirt.”  

“Ohh, now stop.”  Kimara pats his chin as the blood begins to clot instead of run.  “At least now you have an excuse for the bald spot right around there.”

Erik pins her arms down giving her slight shake.  “What I tell you bout that?”

Kimara cracks up uncontrollably.  “HAHA! About what?!”

Erik stares her down sticking his chin in her face.  “Say it again, I dare you…”

Kimara bites her lips choking back her laughter.  “I meant to say...you look very handsome.”

“Uh huh.”  Erik says unconvinced but satisfied.

“So now the white men with toupees can swap Rogaine recommendations.”  Kimara adds swiftly.

“YOUGONNAADDTHATWHILEIGOTYOUSNATCHEDUP??!!!”  Erik barks at a cackling Kimara, tickling her neck and the sides of her torso mercilessly.

“OK! OK! You finna make me pee, STAHP!”  Kimara orders in between breaths.

Erik backs off eventually, checking his chin self consciously.  “You playing too much this morning. Since this your week for laundry, make sure you don’t forget the softener this time.  That shit smell good as hell to let it sit.”

Kimara goes over to the toilet to relieve herself, leaning on her knees as she regains her composure.  “Whatever. You got time to eat something before you go?”

Erik pulls off his shirt in all studded and scarred glory.  “Nah, I took too much time at the gym this morning, so Imma have to pick somethin up later on.”

Kimara flushes and goes to her sink rinsing her hands.  “Ok. Let me know when you get off, I wanna go out.”

Erik pulls out an new shirt from his closet to put on.  “Aight bet. You got a place in mind?”

Kimara thinks a moment.  “Not really, but I’ll look up some stuff we can come to a decision on.”

Erik shakes his head.  “Uh uh say less. I got you.  Lemme surprise you with somethin good for once, ok?  You got enough on your plate, imma fill it with something tasty, ok?”  

“Oh my God, you being corny, but I like it.  Thank you…” Kimara says sweetly with smile to match.  Erik pulls her to him for a kiss and a goodbye smack on her ass as he finished up and headed out for the day.

Erik’s meeting with the board went on practically without a hitch.  Erik was always more nervous during preparation than when it came down to performance.  His presentation ran according to his plan and all the old white men looking back at him seemed slightly above average in intrigue over what he had to say.  No one was ever too excited for the meetings unless lunch was included, which today it wasn’t. But by the end he got a round of applause and a series of questions that he answered effortlessly.  When the meeting was dismissed, the cordialities and congratulations were passed around to Erik which he took lukewarmly. He’d been doing this long enough to know that a handshake and a smile does not a deal make.

“Hey Erik, great presentation today son.  You really knocked it outta the park with this one.”  Edward Hawkins, the engineering department head and Erik’s boss, says to him.

Erik nods appreciatively.  “Sure thing. I looked as deep into it as I could and I’m pretty proud of the outcome.”  

Edward subconsciously brushes his comb-over over.  “Yeah, it shows, the details were amazing and your stats very appropriate.  I wouldn’t be surprised if I heard from Dave tomorrow morning with a deal to move forward with a couple things you proposed today.”

“I won’t hold my breath for news that quick, but drinks on you if that’s the case.”  Erik claps Edward on his back and goes to leave.

“Oh, Erik!  I did want to talk to you about something.  I was talking with some of the board members and we thought you might work better with a team, just one extra partner to kind of share the load.”

Erik puts his hands in his pockets walking slowly to Edward.  “Whatchu mean?”

Edward stutters.  “Well I-I mean it's a lot of research and money riding on what you do so to protect you and the company, we feel having a teammate with you would be beneficial!”

“Who you want me with?”  Erik asks curtly.

“Uh, Bryan actually.”  Edward says nervously.

Erik scoffs.  “Your son? The intern?”

Edward gets defensive quickly.  “Now hang on, he is an entry level employee now and he went to Brown, he has the mental capacity to keep up with you.  You think?”

“I don’t think so, nah.”  Erik adds.

Edward sighs.  “Well hell, Erik.  I don’t know what to tell you.  But this isn’t an if but a when situation so I just wanted to give you a heads up so you weren’t blindsided.”

“Cut the bullshit man and tell me what’s this really about.  I been handling mine, no problem. I thought y’all didn’t have the budget for hiring new people any damn way.”  Erik rebuttals. He knew the white folks around there complain most about money. Edward wasn’t gonna pull this over on him so fast.

“It’s not technically a hiring, just a promotion.”

“Ohhhh, that’s nice.  Well since I’m babysitting his ass, I expect a heavier drop in bank account, and that ain’t a promise, issa threat.”  Erik warns, walking towards the glass doors.

“Oh!  Erik, come on!  You’re expecting a helluva lot outta me here.”  Edward calls out.

“I know you good for it.  Make it happen.” Erik walks out leaving Edward to ponder his proposal.  

The meeting was the biggest portion of his day, and judging from his calendar, he is free the rest of the day.  Erik texts Kimara to see if she’d be down to go out still while he attempts to read her mind for a perfect evening ahead.  

In the meantime, Erik calls his cousin to pester.  “Aye T! The hell you doin nigga?”

T’Challa sighs deeply.  “Yes, N’Jadaka. How have you been?”

“Pretty good right now.  I got through with work early so I’m tryna get ready to go out.”

This elicits and even biggers sigh from T’Challa.  “N’Jadaka, there is no way I can go out with you again this week.  I doubt I would want to for the rest of the year to be honest.”

“Not with you, fuck you mean?  I’m talking about Kimara!” Erik says.

“Ohh, well then that is good.  You both are doing well?” T’Challa’s tone brightens suddenly at the relief of not getting blasted drunk in the club again.

Erik approaches his office, closing the door and the blinds.  “Yeah man, I tell you! These past few days have been so good man, we vibing for real.”

“That is great to hear!  She deserves some stress free days concerning all you have planned to do together.”

“Yeah, we haven’t heard back from my doc about the results yet so it’ll be any day.  But she hasn’t even brought up nothing bout it. No text reminders about ovulating and shit, no scheduled sex, just regular spontaneous freakin that-”

“Eh eh, N’Jadaka you are overdoing it again!”  T’Challa warns.

Erik scoffs putting his feet up on his desk.  “Shit my bad. I thought we were having a moment.”

“No your thoughts and desires were having a moment.  So on that note, and keep it clean, what do you and Kimara have planned to do tonight?”

“That’s the thing man.  I’m still tryna figure it out.  I’m bout to pull up some four and five star spots so she can get all cute and fancy for a nigga, you know?”  Erik powers up his computer to being his search.

“Doesn’t she usually Asian foods?”  T’Challa asks.

“Yeah, them beepbeebop meals and shit?  She loves the fuck outta all the side dishes they give with the meal.  More bang for the buck she says, but we ain’t been together….probably since we been married.”

“Bibimbap.  But good, there’s a Korean grill place that opened up downtown  you might want to try with her. I met with Nakia there recently and it was pretty good.”  

“Hold UP!  You and Nakia went out?  Nigga, details!” Erik says excitedly.

“I have asked you countless times to stop calling me that.  But yes we did, only to go over ideas about the outreach center .”

“Annnd?”  Erik asks.

“Erik…”  T’Challa mimicks Erik, but in a stern tone.

“Ooh, ok, you serious using my government name.  I see you. So are you still fucking that one girl from the club?”

“I’m hanging up.”  T’Challa says.

“Wait wait, you can’t talk to me about that either?”

“I don’t parade my conquests for everyone to hear about.”  

“Aha, so y’all still fucking.  Ok, well knowin your ass, she must be a serious situation now.  Especially if you ain’t giving Nakia the time of day.” Erik says matter-of-factly.

T’Challa hesitates before answering.  “We are considering things still, but it is an appropriate adult partnership.  Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Well at least you gettin something on the side while you waiting for scraps at Nakia’s door.  Listen, what’s the name of that Korean place?”

“Palmi, it is not an uptight place but she will enjoy the atmosphere and food, I’m sure.”

Erik types in the place by name and reads over the reviews.  “Cool, this should work. Thanks man.” Erik’s phone dings with a notification from Kimara confirming their night out.  

“Ok T, Imma let you go.  I got some time to pick some roses up or something to give her.”  Erik says getting ready to go.

“Get calla lilies instead.”  T’Challa offers.

Erik pauses.  “What? She likes them more?  I got her roses on Valentines, she liked them just fine.”

“Exactly, that was that manufactured holiday Americans love so much.  Lilies are sweeter, more elegant, sends a better message.”

Erik nods.  “Ok T, I might try that after all,  good looking out.”

Erik clicks off the phone call with T’Challa and makes his way home to get changed.  Kimara was still at the studio so he texts her to meet him at the Korean restaurant in an hour.  There is a florist up the street from his job that he stops by to get Kimara a bouquet of ten lilies with some eucalyptus leaves.

When he gets home, Erik takes his time washing the funk of white elitist off of his skin and slips into his real nigga attire for the day:  dark navy canvas jacket over his chocolate colored Henley with black distressed jeans and timbs. Erik spritz some cologne, just enough to make her lean into him to get a better whiff.  He refreshed his locs, banding them atop his head and giving himself a once over, feeling his excitement build as the time drew near. Erik wanted his lady to know she was appreciated and tonight would highlight that for them.

Pulling up to the restaurant, Erik saw her car was already in the parking lot, a soft glow through the tinted windows indicated she is sitting and waiting for him.  Erik gets out the car with flowers behind his back as he crouches, hopping over to the back end of the car. He glides toward her driver’s side window before knocking loudly against it, causing her to honk the horn in fright.  

“Dammit, Erik!”  Kimara shouts rolling down her window.

Erik leans into the window.  “Ma’am, there’s no loitering in the parking lot.  Spaces for patrons of the restaurant only.”

Kimara turns on the light in her car to check her makeup in her phone.  “Made me smudge my lips.”

“That’s gonna be a problem you have all night. Com’ere.”  Erik pesters Kimara who gives him a light smooch before reapplying.  

Erik opens her car door, helping her out of it.  “Babe, you ain’t had to fuck up the game like this!  I thought you was coming home from work, I know I ain’t let you out the house in this!”

Kimara wore some denim cut off shorts, making a dream out of her deep toned thighs with flesh colored platform sandals adorning her feet.  Her voluptuous frame stood out as her best accessory hugged by her ‘COCO Butter’ baby tee with a scoop neck that let her girls breathe a bit.  

Pulling back her wavy 18 inches back, Kimara shrugs.  “So what about it? A queen comes prepared for any meet and greet, understand me?”

Erik rubs his chin, not able to take his eyes off any part of her.  “That ain’t a fucking problem one bit baby. I just hope these shits don’t wilt from you showing them up tonight.”  Erik takes the bouquet from behind him, giving them to Kimara.

“Awww, Erik!  These are so gorgeous!  And…” She gives them a good sniff.  “MM! Good call on that eucalyptus. How did you know I love me some lilies?”

Erik takes her hand and leads her to the restaurant.  “I know what my lady like. That’s why we finna feed my Mara well so she can go to bed with a smile on her face, you hear me?”

Kimara giggles.  “Good cuz I’m starving too.”

A hostess greets the, warmly before setting them at a table and giving them menus.  Erik and Kimara look over the options.

“The pork belly is good for sure, but the marinated bulgogi never fails me either…” Kimara mutters, looking over their options.

“Get whatever you want Mara, you know this better than me.  If it’s meat, I’ll eat.” Erik professes.

Kimara calls over a waitress and asks for her two faves to order.  “And couple bottles of soju please.”

“What’s a soju?”

Kimara grins sneakily.  “Just a little something to warm us up, you know?”

“Ahh, ok.  Tryna take advantage of me.  I ain’t falling for it neither.”  Erik smirks.

Kimara puts a hand up to his face.  “Skrrrrt! In ya dreams!”

Erik takes her hand, kissing her knuckles.  “You right, woman of my dreams all day every day.”

Kimara rolls her eyes but can’t stop her smile.  “So damn corny. I guess all this good mood is cuz your presentation went well?”

Erik screws his face up.  “I can be happy to see you too!  But...a little bit of work shit too.  Mara, I KILLED that shit. Those whites didn’t phase me not one time.”

Kimara gives him a quick applause.  “How soon til you know what’ll stick for the roll out next year?”

“Ed made it seem like tomorrow, but realistically I’d give it the end of the week.”

The waitress brings out a tray of little dishes with appetizers for them to share and their bottles of soju with some glasses.  Erik and Kimara get their chopsticks ready.

“What’s that?”  Erik points to one of the dishes.

“That’s gamja jorim.  It’s like potatoes in soy sauce, really good!”  Kimara picks a cube of potato up, moaning at the first bite as she bounces in her seat.  

Erik tries it out but makes a face.  “It’s cold!”

“It’s supposed to be!”  Kimara says laughing at him.  Erik opens a bottle of soju and takes a swig.

“Yo!  You’re supposed to drink it like a shot!  You not tryna drive home??” Kimara exclaims.

Erik sets the bottle down, mulling over the flavor.  “That’s not bad, weak, but not bad.”

“It’s not weak, it’s just smooth.  Your taste buds so used to drinking gasoline, you don’t know good liquor.”

“Not too much on my taste, Miss Thing Thang.  I know what’s good, like some meat right now.”  Erik whines scoping the restaurant out like it was supposed to fall from the sky.

Kimara tastes a couple more of the other appetizers.  “Have some of the kimchi! It’s that red cabbage over there.”

Erik does so, to little fanfare.  “I said MEAT Mara!”

On cue, the waitress comes out with a cutting board and the raw meat laid out in two piles, and a side of three dipping sauces for each of them.  She runs some oil along the grill in front of them and places some meat on the hot plate, flipping them and plating some for them before wishing them luck and dismissing herself.

Erik sits there flabbergasted.  “Imma kills this nigga.”

Kimara places more meat on the griddle. “The pig and cow are already dead, bruh.”

“I mean T’Challa.  He recommended this place and he ain’t told me that we gotta cook shit ourselves.   That meat is $30 a pop! We coulda went to the store and ate at home!” Erik fumes, taking his bottle of soju up for another gulp.

Kimara thinks about this a moment.  “Well I think you’re crazy. I’m thanking T’Challa then when we get home, cuz I guess your imagination lives inside a Big Mac box.  Eat!”

Kimara shows Erik hot to lay the meat out and when to tell that it’s ready to take off and eat.  After a few pieces Erik is setting up the sliced meats himself and plating them for him and Kimara.

Kimara gives him a handclap of praise.  “That’s it! See, This the only time I’ve gotten you to cook for me.  Look at God.”

Erik hiccups.  “I cook for you before, lyin ass.”  Erik clinks a plate down before sloppily eating a piece of marinated beef like a spaghetti noodle.

Kimara takes a sip of soju from her glass.  “Oh shit. Erik, gatdammit! You drank too much?”

Erik sits up with a big smile.  “Never too much, never too much!”  he sings.

Kimara calls over the waitress.  “Now I’m gonna have to get up early and get you over here to come get your car.  Fucking…” She gives the waitress her credit card and starts to put on her coat.

Erik reaches for Kimara across the table.  “Baby….baby...babe….you know this meat was real good.”

Kimara swats his hand.  “Yeah, I told you it would be.”

“I know somethin that taste better though.”  Erik says before cackling out loud. “I can still eat baby, just SAY THE WORD!”

Kimara breathes a sigh of relief when she sees the waitress come back with her card.  

“Thanks for coming you guys!  Have a good night!”

“Thank you miss lady, we ‘preciate chu.”  Erik says. He looks over at Kimara writing.  “Aye! Don’t tip, she ain’t cooked shit.”

Kimara shushes him.   “Damn, Erik, shut up! This is a restaurant, she still served us!”  Kimara finishes writing out the ticket and her and Erik walk out the door to her car.  Erik leans back in the passenger seat until he is completely leveled out. “Come on, sit for daddy…”  Erik reaches over Kimara in the driver’s seat.

“Erik, I gotta drive, just go to sleep or something.”  Kimara says, backing out of the space.

“My wife got the fattest ass, fattest pussy, fattest titties.  Shit too good to let go to waste. That’s why I’m taking you home girl…”

“No, I’m taking you home.”  She corrects.

“...You my leftovers.  I’m eat that ass up later.”  Erik laughs to himself at his dinner puns.  

Erik sits his seat upright again after a while.  “Mara, I’m sorry.”

Kimara looks over at him.  “What’re you talking about?”

Erik leans on her shoulder.  “I wanna do right. I wanna be good to you.”

“Aww, you are baby!”

“But you deserve it all, putting up with my bullshit.”  Erik mutters.

“You just got a little drunk.  I’m not mad at you.”

“I ain’t talkin bout now.  I shouldn’t have left you.”

Kimara tenses up.

“Those last days were so good, but I wasn’t ready for good.  I didn’t want you cuz you made things nice. But I wasn’t a nice person yet.”  Erik says.

“Y-yes you were.  I knew you were, that’s why you came back.”

“I wanted to die.  T didn’t let me. If it wasn’t for your forgiveness I probably woulda…”  Erik slumps down in her lap.

“Watch it Erik!”  Kimara exclaims.

Erik twists his face to her stomach to kiss it.  “That’s why Imma make us a family. I don’t care what a doctor say, we finna have a cute ass baby.  I owe it to you.”

Kimara is silent for a while.  “You don’t OWE me a baby Erik.”

“I do, I do.  I’ll do whatever to get this done right.”  

“Erik, shut up, ok?”  Kimara says softly.

Nine Years Ago (Revisit)

Erik had been gone a month, and Kimara had no one she could talk to about it.  Her days working at the local community center to teach music to kids was her only escape from the day to day.  

“Ok Lala, from the top.  Caro mio ben, Credimi almen…”  Kimara sat at the piano going over the melody as her sophomore student Lala handled the lyrics.  She handled the Italian pronunciations expertly, however getting the traditional operatic tone was proving difficult..  

As Kimara played along a cramp in her stomach made her stop playing abruptly to clutch the source of the pain.  

“Ms. Walker?  Is something wrong?”  Lala asked with concern.

Kimara felt horrible all of a sudden as her condition progressed.  “No….well, not with you. I’ve got to stop this rehearsal early. Keep practicing on your own and I’ll see you next week.”  

Kimara made her way to her car, rooting through her purse for her phone but ran across the prescription pill bottle first.  Staring at the label with her name and instructions, she thinks what may have happened had she not gotten them. Could she have gone on without taking them?

Just then a wave of nausea hit her as she  opened her car door to kneel out and puke all over the asphalt.  The stinging in her throat from the force and volume of it all made her cough uncontrollably, stimulating her gag reflex even more.  Kimara gets back in the car, cursing herself for the predicament she has been put in. This was supposed to be the easier way, at this rate she may probably should’ve rethought things.

Sitting in silence for her body to settle down, Kimara’s phone rings, breaking her calm.  She finds it in her purse but sees it’s an unknown number.

“Hello?”  She asks gruffly, voice strained from vomiting.

“Yes, is this Kimara?”  The voice asks.

“Who is this?”  

“I am T’Challa, Erik’s cousin?  I don’t know if he ever mentioned me but-”

Kimara perks up at the name.  “You said you’re Erik’s family?  You’re from Africa?”

He sighs.  “So he hasn’t told you about me then.”

Kimara grows tense.  “Why hasn’t he? But first of all, why are you calling me?  Where’s Erik?”

“He is with me, in Wakanda, for a few weeks now.”

“What??  He actually made it there…”  Kimara’s voice trails off as she thinks of how Erik told her about the stories of his home, the lost family he was a part of, and claiming his part in it.  “I still don’t understand why I’m hearing from you though.”

“He wants to see you Kimara.  He wants to talk to you about things, make things right with you.”

Kimara let out a grave laugh.  “Ohhh, this is corny as fuck. He is sending his cousin, some foreign dude I ain’t met, to call and ask me to talk to him sounding like a scammer.  You tell his ass to bring himself back here on a plane to the States and maybe we will talk. How about that?”

“He can’t do that.”  T’Challa says.

“Like hell he can!  He got there, he can come back.  You calling me? Call him a plane ticket so he can bring his sorry ass back here and say shit to my face.  I ain’t crawling nowhere to him. He don’t know what he’s left me with!”

“Kimara, I’m sorry it’s coming out like this, but-”

“I said what I said, T’Challa!”  Kimara hangs up in his face. She was fuming as she started her engine and drove off to head home.  If Erik only knew….And he always did things like this: do her wrong, then beg to see her and act like nothing was wrong because ‘leave the past in the past’.  He smiles his way into her good graces and they’d be cuddled up with her favorite movie and snacks. But this wasn’t college anymore, they were grown now, and he left her vulnerable.  Kimara knew they were going to go somewhere this time but he didn’t treat her any different than the girls he ran through in his hoe years. But she was supposed to be different, he convinced her of that.  Not anymore, from this day forward.

Kimara pulled up to her place to see a man standing outside of it.  It was dark out so she really wasn’t sure who it was, but the deja vu was heavy within her.  She slowly stepped out her car and stayed behind it as she shut the door.

“Yeah?”  She asked cautiously.

The figure turned around to face her, giving her view of his face.  “Kimara, I know this is rude of me to insist, but I have to act on Erik’s behalf.  You have every right to be angry, but he needs you right now. I want to help you through that.”

Present Day

The trill of Erik’s phone going off wakes them both up as they take a lazy morning.  Kimara barely got a good night’s rest for Erik having gotten too drunk and staggering to bed noisily and sloppily, only then to snore ridiculously loud for almost the whole night.  Kimara smacked her pillow at him to stir him but soon as he hit REM sleep, he was Foghorn Leghorn in the sheets.

Kimara rounded off her pillow upside his head once more to get him to pick up his phone, this time Erik has gained more coordination to register his surroundings.  He picks up his phone without acknowledging the caller ID.

“Hello?’  Erik asks with a heavy tongue.

“Yes, Good morning Mr. Stevens.  This is Doctor Tracy from Jocelyn Elders Fertility Clinic.  How are you this morning?”

Erik sits up slowly.  “Oh hey, yeah, I think you should be telling me that, right?”

The doctor laughs.  “Sure, that’s fair. I would like to speak with you and your wife in person about the results, if you have time this afternoon?’

Erik lightly hits Kimara on her shoulder.  “Aye Mara, you got anything to do this afternoon?”

“I always got something Erik, why?”  Kimara mumbles.

“The doc wants to see us about my results, but I can schedule it later.”

Kimara shoots up with renewed energy.  “Shit! They wanna see us?” Erik nods, covering the mic part of his phone.  Kimara motions to him nodding as she gets up and heads to the bathroom.

“Uhh, yeah, this afternoon will work for us.”

At the doctor’s, they sit in a room waiting to be seen.  The doctor’s normal office seems as sterile and bland as an examination room with the smell of unidentified solutions and the overpowering whiteness of their surroundings, Kimara’s nerves are on the edge.

“What do you think they’re going to tell us?”  She asks.

Erik is leaning on his knees looking blank in his face.  “Whatchu mean?”

“I mean, hell, if it was good they would’ve just told us on the phone!  Did you fuck up your balls doing your duties overseas and you ain’t told me?”

“Hell nah!  Shit like that don’t happen.  Females swear guys gets kicked in the balls every other day or somethin.”  Erik retorts adjusting himself.

“Well it’s gotta be something.  Maybe your time in Africa you got mixed with some shit that didn’t agree with you and wound up making you sterile.”  

“Mara, you don’t know anything about Wakanda or vibranium so chill on that theory.”

“Then tell me something I don’t know Erik, cuz you’d be wasting both our time holding back.”  Kimara warns.

Erik peers over at her.  “The only thing getting wasted is my time and money sitting here cuz ain’t shit the fuck wrong with me.”

Kimara hated when Erik brought up how much he was doing for her by just showing up or dropping some cash on a situation.  She wasn’t with him for everything he could do for her, she was with him because she loved being with him, wanted the best for him, and she put in too many years with him to get that notion twisted.

Before she could really let him have it, the doctor walked in.

“Good Afternoon folks.  I’m glad you were able to make it on such short notice.”  Dr. Tracy greeted them both with a smile and a handshake.

“No problem!  We’ve been waiting on these for a little bit so no way would we miss this.”  Kimara says, looking over at Erik with a smile, who looked bored with it all.

“Yeah, so whatchu got for us doc?”  Erik says scratching his beard noisily.

Dr. Tracy nods.  “Of course, so I won’t delay it any further.  Erik after reviewing your sample, we found nothing abnormal with your sperm count, their mobility, or make up.  You seem perfectly capable of being able to conceive a child with your wife.”

A moment of silence washed over the both of them as they looked wordlessly at one another.

“Soooo, I’m fine?  Chamber loaded, no blanks?”  

“Erik!”  Kimara chides him.

Dr. Tracy chuckles.  “It’s ok, I’ve heard all the euphemisms.  But you are correct. They are...clear for takeoff!”

“Then why are we not pregnant yet?”  Kimara asks in a hollow tone.

“Well, there’s a multitude of scenarios that can contribute to it but what we know right now is that Erik’s sperm is prime for conception and your uterus is beautiful for harboring a baby, just an example of good genetic make up.  I would want to be reborn again from you if I had the chance!” Dr. Tracy adds.

Erik grips the bridge of his nose in frustration.  “So what do you recommend we do from here?”

“Well honestly I would say to just keep having your regular routine.  If you want to keep track of ovulation that’s fine but honestly I wouldn’t put too much pressure on it until it’s been a year of trying.  I know they taught us in school it only takes one time, but as we get older and just leaving it up to God, it sometimes takes just that one good day after many for it to happen.”

“Ok.  I got the answer I needed.  Are we done here?” Kimara says, getting up before she could answer.  

“Yes.  Like I said folks, this is good news.  It means this can still happen naturally and cheaply.”  Dr. Tracy says with a slight chuckle that drops to a tight smile when she reads their expressions.  

As Erik and Kimara get in her car, Erik starts.  “We need a new doctor.”

“What?”  Kimara asks with contempt.

Erik taps on his window nervously looking outside.  “This one don’t know what she talking bout clearly. How she finna joke about this?”

“I mean, she wasn’t laughing at us, she was trying to make us feel better.”  Kimara says.

“Nah, she don’t need defending.  She need to give us some real solutions instead of a punchline.  This ain’t a night at the Apollo, or is she taking us as a joke cuz we Black?”

“Erik, she gave us good news, right?  Are you gonna take any piece of that positivity and just be happy with it?  I don’t know why you’re being mean with her.”

Erik scoffs.  “Trust me this ain’t mean.  I’m just being real. You know these doctors give less of  a fuck for us then they do white patients. She would been giving us fertility referrals and brochures and clinics out her ass if we were white.  But with us it’s ‘well just keep fucking like you niggers always do’.”

“ERIK! Shut the fuck up!  I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but you don’t have a damn place to be this upset right now.”  Kimara yells, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Erik’s neck practically snaps to face her.  “The fuck is-”

“Nah Erik, you been talkin.  Soon as we got there you had stank on you, callin her ‘doc’ and talkin all vulgar.  You need to quit acting like such a child! I almost think you WISH your balls were empty.”

“Mara, ain’t nobody-”

“AND NOW you wanna say let’s switch doctors, when we been working with her since I first told you I was worried about not getting pregnant yet.  She’s spent all this time with us, changing doctors ain’t easy or quick. You know I’m the one that has to carry this right? I’m going to be the one to have to go through treatments if it comes down to it?’

“I know.”

“Nah, you really don’t Erik!  You don’t know what this will do to me having to hear this shit over and over again, when this coulda been mine already.”

Erik’s demeanor softens slightly.  “What’re you talkin bout?”

Kimara’s face becomes wet with tears.  “It wasn’t this hard, you just don’t know.  It could’ve been so damn easy, but you won’t let it.”

Erik looks around out the window.  “Where we goin Mara?”

“And you got the nerve to blame the doctors?  That’s some bullshit nigga, real fucking bullshit.”  Kimara stamps on the brake when she reaches the outside of the Korean BBQ place.  “Get your damn car! I’m going for a drive, don’t wait up.”

Erik looks at Kimara with concern.  “Mara, that’s my bad about the doctor.  I just-”

Kimara clicks the unlock button.  “Get out Erik!”

 Part 5

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tagged by @iactlikegarfieldonamonday​ sorry i took forever lmao

20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern.

im doing the first three lines or so, and like... okay so i have like 5 fics actually published so imma give y’all a little sneak peek into 15 of the prompts that i have written ;)

1. mercy (here)

Magnus trembled in his arms, moaning as Alec slid a little deeper into him.

The angle was perfect—Magnus was sat on top of him, grinding his hips down so that Alec’s cock went deep into him.

Magnus still wasn’t ready to submit fully in bed—lately, his life had been so out of control, and then with the loss of his magic, he had felt completely powerless. But this… this was the perfect amount.

2. pose (here)

Alec was having a great day.

Really! He was.

He and Magnus had a nice dinner planned tonight, so he was looking forward to that. They'd had some amazing sex before even getting out of bed, leaving him in a relaxed and good mood all day.

3. sitting on the throne (here)

It was quite a sight.

The throne room was closed: it was a large, grand room, and thankfully soundproof.

They were alone, but Magnus felt exposed and watched: it was spacious and there were many shadows to hide in.

It felt like anyone could be watching.

Alec, his personal servant, sat sprawled lazily on the prince's throne.

Magnus sat on his cock.

4. goldenrod (here)

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Alec says lowly, raggedly, his voice breathless and rough with want.

Magnus moaned softly as Alec bit down gently on his neck, nipping and kissing at his skin.

Alec had always had a fondness for marking Magnus up, leaving hickeys all over Magnus’s body (but especially his neck. and his thighs. and his collarbone. and his chest. fuck it, yeah, his whole body).

5. playing with toys (here)

Magnus was dangling between pleasure and pain. The feeling was intense and wonderful, leaving him shivering on the bed.

He was squirming against his tight bonds, wrists pulling helplessly at the silk ties holding him in place. The silk ropes were enchanted to hold back his magic so he was left completely helpless under Alec.

Every part of his body was tingling and burning with pleasure.

OKAY SO THE REST OF THESE ARE JUST. LITTLE TEASERS AT SOME PROMPTS I HAVE PARTIALLY WRITTEN. 

none of them have official titles and these are all subject to possible change so. just take them as a teaser for some of the stuff in the works. 

(this isn’t a guarantee these will be posted, though, unfortunately. also, there are several that i have docs full of ideas and brainstorming on, but aren’t like, concrete with lines, so they’re not included. 

for example, the daddy kink oneshot--i have several pages of ideas and blurbs but no “first lines”. so if your prompt isn’t on here (although it’s probably hard to tell) or if there’s something you asked me about or whatever and you don’t see it, it’s still on my drive, just not here. sorry!)

6. “The TWI AU Where Alec Just Uses Cheesy Pickup Lines Nonstop”

“There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Magnus said, huffing a slight laugh.

“Why thank you,” came the reply. “You know how they say the skin is the biggest organ in the human body? Well, not in my case.”

Magnus couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, although he ruthlessly suppressed it behind his fist. “Do you really think these cheesy pick-up lines are going to work?” he asked, lowering his hand once there was no trace of the smile on his face.

He only got a shrug in response. “You seem to have a good sense of humor. Besides, I like that in a man. You know what I also like in a man?”

“Your dick?”

“Got it in one.” he winked.

7. “Angry Sex All Over the Apartment But They Love Each Other So Much”

Magnus and Alec had been a little tense for a few weeks now.

It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, but their conflicting schedules were taking their toll, and it was only getting worse.

Alec was always busy and rarely seemed to be home, off on missions and doing paperwork at his office.

Magnus was similarly busy with clients and spells and potionmaking.

They both were running out of patience, always just missing each other, only having the time to trade quick kisses or the occasional fast and dirty fuck in the shower.

And as they saw each other less and less, they each grew more and more antsy. They fought, even over little things.

They still love each other—indeed, more than anything—but there were moments where it was all too much.

It all came to a head on Saturday.

8. “The Mpreg One With A Side of Breeding Kink ;)” 

Magnus felt a pressure on his asshole, teasing.

He was on all fours, swollen belly hanging down low, his hole loose and wet. Copious amounts of cum and slick spilled down his thighs.

And his alpha was getting ready to fuck him again.

9. “That Sweet, Sweet Overstimulation”

Magnus was completely fucked-out, mind-blown and dazed with pleasure. His gorgeous golden eyes were hazy and unfocused, his pink lips parted.

His whole body was flushed and trembling with pleasure, his cock (which was painfully hard and had a ring wrapped around the base) twitching on his stomach.

Alec’s hands were tightly gripping his hips, anchoring him in place. Magnus—despite his trembling and squirming—couldn’t move, trapped in place.

10. “The Waaaay Too Long One Wherein Three Alecs (Consensually and Lovingly) Gangbang Magnus”

“…Are you sure about this?” One of the Alecs asked, voice low and soft, looking down at him with concern and fondness in his eyes.

“I’m sure,” Magnus said firmly, knowing that the other two were listening, too. He wanted them to know that he wanted this, too. Honestly, three Alecs was like some sort of wet dream come true.

It had been an odd mishap, to say the least, splitting Alec in three. Well, splitting wasn’t quite the right term—they were all wholly Alec, but diverged. They would all merge back into one in a day or so, memories intact, but for now they were like three separate people. Three of the same person, but separate nevertheless.

And they were all Alec Lightwood, Magnus’s loving boyfriend.

Really, they had a day to kill, and Magnus was outnumbered three to one. What else were they going to do?

11. “The Way Too Indulgent Omega!Magnus AU That’s More Angst Than Smut and Involves Time Travel, of All Things”

Magnus stared into the crystal ball, swallowing hard.

The heavy scent of incense was clogging his nostrils, making his head swim. 

"Do not look away," the fortune teller said somewhere behind him. "Do not close your eyes."

Magnus did as he was told, staring as intensely as he could. Even as his eyes burned, he didn't falter. 

His vision began to waver, black spots crawling from the corners of his line of sight.

The crystal ball seemed to grow hotter, brighter, and Magnus swore he smelt burning---

The black spots crowded his vision and completely overtook him.

His head was pounding and he couldn't see and--

he fell back, sightless eyes rolling into his skull.

His fuzzy mind was buzzing with panic, and he vaguely felt himself flinch as he prepared to hit the cold, hard ground.

But instead, he landed onto something soft and warm, and then finally he blacked out completely. 

12. “The First Prompt I Ever Got, I’m So Sorry It’s Not Done Yet @cinta-bane” 

Magnus was flat on his back, whole body pressed to the golden sheets.

Alec was on top of him, warm weight pinning him down, leaving open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck. He paid special attention to the marks he’d already left, kissing and licking at the mouth-shaped bruises littering the sides of his throat.

Magnus could feel his boyfriend’s warm breath, feel the way his skin tingled under Alec’s touch.

13. “The Trippy Dream Sex One That Has Way Too Much Plot”

Magnus didn't know how it started, or when.

He just knew he was lying on something soft, and he felt warm, and he knew he was safe.

Someone was with him.

Magnus felt hands trailing up his sides.  Warm, large palms, stroking him gently.  Soft lips made their way up his neck.

He still didn't open his eyes.

He could smell Alec's aftershave. He could feel his warm weight.

Magnus wanted this to be real.

"Do you want this?" Alec asked. His voice was low and breathless.

"Yes," Magnus breathed. "God, yes. Please." 

14. “Magnus Gets Fucked By a Bunch of Dudes in a Club While Alec Watches (And Helps!)”

Magnus had done a lot of things in his long life, especially in the realm of exploring his sex life.

But this… this was admittedly a new one.

He knew that he was in no danger, that he was in for nothing but a night of extreme pleasure and hedonism. But there was a still slight anxiety tingling across his skin, his breath caught in his throat.

He was currently stark naked and cuffed to a stand. He was bent over, comfortably cushioned by the stand, arms tied in front of him and ass in the air and exposed.

15. “A Continuation of Prince Magnus and Servant Alec in Which I Combine a Cum Kink Prompt and my Deep Need for Alec to Fuck Magnus Doggy Style”

Magnus looked fucking beautiful.

On his hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs dripping with cum and littered with hickeys.

The crown prince, trembling and pretty for him, ass all nice and ready to use.

16. “More Prince Magnus/Servant Alec, with Plot This Time! Say Hello to Lingerie, Tournament Fights, Arranged Marriage, and Angst.”

Magnus had never felt so relaxed, curled in Alec’s arms, head resting on his chest and snuggling happily into his embrace.

Alec had just thoroughly ravished him—he was well and truly debauched, despite the surprising lack of anything particularly “kinky”—and Magnus was just… content.

There was a sharp rap of knuckles against his door—Magnus would know that knock anywhere.

His eyes snapped open. “Shit,” he hissed, sitting up. “Alexander, wake up.”

17. “In Which Omega!Magnus Has Never Been Knotted Before and He’s Very Nervous About It. It Actually Gets Good During the Lightly Angsty Smut”

Magnus lay on his stomach on the bed, trembling, completely naked and vulnerable.

“You’re shaking,” Alec said gently.

“I’m sorry,” Magnus said, biting his lip.

“Are you sure about this?” Alec asked.

“Y-yes, completely. I just… I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”

18. “Yet Another Angsty Omega!Magnus AU Because That’s Just My Jam, Guys.”

Magnus had been on the receiving end of a rut before, and he wasn’t eager to do it again.

But his boyfriend—the first alpha he’d dated since… in a while—was due.

And Magnus wasn’t sure he was going to be able to bear it—his sweet, considerate, wonderful, and gentle mate… becoming rough and violent and cruel, uncaring, completely focused on getting what he wanted, what he needed from Magnus.

He knew, of course, that under normal circumstances Alec would never, ever hurt him.

But he’d witnessed firsthand what ruts did to alphas.

19. “Office Sex with Spanking and Oops They Get Caught”

Magnus moaned as Alec’s angle changed, his hips pumping even faster, balls slapping against his ass.

“A-ahh..aah… harder…”

The words were out before he could stop them, just springing from his lips. He couldn’t help it, the burn was so good and he felt so full…

Alec’s grip on his hips tightened and he thrust roughly into Magnus, then slowed his pace. After a few thrusts, he’d stopped.

“What did I say about speaking?”

“N-not to,” Magnus whimpered. “A-ah… please…”

20. “My Super Self Indulgent Monster AU, Wherein Werecat Magnus and Sea Monster Alec Netflix and Chill. (Yes, This is An Excuse for Alec to Fuck “Catboy” Magnus with Tentacles. But Catboy is a Weird Term, Okay?)”

Magnus hadn’t exactly expected this end to the night, but he certainly wasn’t fucking complaining.

The movie was still playing in the background—Magnus could hardly remember what it was through the haze of oh my god Alec is gonna fuck me and he has fucking tentacles what the fuck—

Admittedly, he’d known Alec was like him—a “monster” as they affectionately called each other, a supernatural being—but he would never have guessed sea monster.

He felt a tentacle slip under his pants, curling around his thighs, and his ears flattened against his skull as the one already curled around his cock squeezed him and stroked upwards.

Magnus’s thighs were spread wide, one leg practically hooked over the back of the couch, and he was pretty sure Alec was about to rip off his pants.

EDIT: FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE LMAO

I TAG: UHHH @tenderalec @enkelimagnus and i just know i’m forgetting a bunch of people so like, anyone who wants to do this????? sorry im tired slkgdflkg

[ocean-butch]

what are ur fave crowley and aziraphale moments? (-a completely anonymous anon)

AJFKAJJDAJ HELLO TOTALLY ANONYMOUS PERSON WHOSE IDENTITY I TOTALLY DO NOT KNOW. FiRsT oF aLL someone who ISNT an anon would know that this is an Oful question to ask me bc i Cannot Ever For The Life Of Me make a choice. bUT, since we obviously dont know each other, i guess im gonna let it slip. so ok im gonna try to make a list but pls do keep in mind that the order is just which ones i remember first, not in an actual order of preference (bc thats just asking too much!!!!!) okay so!

- pARIS WHEN AZIRAPHALE FIRST HEARS CROWLEY’S VOICE AND SMILES LIKE HES THE HAPPIEST HE HAS EVER BEEN AND THEN THEY GO ON A DATE

- OBVIOUSLY the church scene. just,, the entire thing tbh (i love the “anthony j crowley” “anthony?” “what, you dont like it?” “no i didnt say that” and “whats the j stand for?” “...oh just a j really” bit) but obviously the main focus being crowley saving aziraphale’s books like its No Big Deal even tho not even aziraphale remembered them and he did and the last shot with aziraphale’s face and the romantic soundtrack as we literally watch him realize that he’s in love with crowley (as confirmed by the loml michael sheen)

- thE SCENE WITH THE PAINTBALL AND AZIRAPHALE’S FACE WHEN HE WANTS CROWLEY TO MIRACLE THE STAIN OUT AND THEN HIS LIL SMILE AFTER HE DOES IT THAT IS JUST EXPLODING WITH LOVE LIKE LITERALLY MICHAEL HOW DO YOU DO THAT (also: crowley a lil later pinning aziraphale to the wall and aziraphale looking at him Like That)

- omg omg omg okay the bycicle accident scene like i just love that scene so so so much like u have no idea (well you personally do bc i’ve told u about it many times - not that i know who u are ofc) but i just,,, they act so Married okay i cant HANDLE IT (“let there be light” then crowley undoing it With That Face and “Oh Lord Heal This Bike” “i got carried away!”) and just ajfjsjdak theyre so cute in that scene i cherish it in my s o u l

- obviously their first meeting Has to be included! i mean, first of all they’re meeting each other. then suddenly, like 2 minutes later a demon’s already leaning closer to an angel who’s already lifting his wing to protect said demon from the scary unknown rain (also: “i gave it away!” and, with the most incredibly smitten face in the whole wide universe: “you WHAT????”)

- just. the whole scene when theyre drunk in the first ep. the entire thing. all of it. starting from “my point- my point is- dolphins.” until “well i’ll be damned!” “not that bad when you get used to it”

- OH OKAY THE SCENE AT THE BENCH WHEN THEYRE WATCHING WARLOCK JUST DAYS BEFORE HIS 11TH BIRTHDAY AND AZIRAPHALE STARTS DOING HIS LIL MAGIC TRICKS (“it was in your ear!” “no it was in your pocket” “well it was close to your ear” “never anywhere near my ear” and “you can do proper magic! you can make things disappear!” “but thats not as fun!” “fun????? make u disappear”) LIKE AKDSJJSJ AND ITS EVEN BETTER THAT THAT WHOLE MAGIC TRICK PART WAS IMPROVISED LIKE WOW DAVID AND MICHAEL ARE SO FUCKING GOOD OKAY I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH

- OKAY SO ITS HEARTBREAKING BUT THE BANDSTAND SCENE BECAUSE I MEAN HOW COULD I NOT (with his voice breaking: “you cant Leave, crowley” and “we can run away together!” “run away.... together?” and “how long have we been friends? 6000 YEARS!” and “i dont even like you!” “you DO!”) i mean its just,,,,, too much,,,, its so much,,,,,,, pls,,,,,

- in that same angsty note: soho, 1967. do i need to elaborate? who cares imma do it anyway (“but i cant have you risking your life. not even for something dangerous” and the soft unspoken desperation of “dont go unscrewing the cap” and “after everything you’ve said?” and “can i drop you off somewhere?” and “oh, dont look so disappointed. perhaps one day we could, i dont know, go for a picnic. dine at the ritz” and, of course, “anywhere you want to go” “you go too fast for me, crowley”) i mean yeah its heartbreaking but its also, to me, when crowley gets that confirmation that aziraphale loves him back so i cant just not mention it

- when satan is coming and aziraphale just literally picks up his sword and says “DO SOMETHING! OR… or I’ll never talk to you again!” like its the worst thing that could ever happen (it is, for both of them at least) and then obviously crowley just,,, Does The Something bc literally nothing in the entire world, heaven, or hell, will ever take aziraphale away from him

- tHe bUs sCeNE i just ajfjajsj cANT BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED!!!!! LIKE HE LITERALLY JUST. “you can stay at my place… if you’d like” AND AZIRAPHALE GOES WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EVER BE OKAY EVER AGAIN???????? THEYRE IN L O V E

- and lastly because, since the show finished with it, i think its only fair i do too: there were angels dining at the ritz (“i’d like to believe none of this wouldve worked out if you werent, deep down, just a little bit a good person” “and if you werent, deep down, just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing” and “to the world” “to the world!” and, obviously, “and perhaps the recent exertions had had some fallout in the nature of reality because, while they were eating, for the first time ever, a nightingale sang in berkeley square.”)

anyways i think im probably forgetting some of them but sOmEoNE (who is definitely not this anon, of course) has been saying for the past hour and a half that im taking too long to answer this, so. there ya go.

(bonus: the deleted scene where crowley brings aziraphale chocolates and ends up saving him from going back to heaven like a good bf)

[a-splash-of-stucky]

my thoughts on: I, Tonya

So ya girl finally got the chance to watch I, Tonya and ooooh damn, I’ve got some things to say about it. Spoilers and general ramblings under the cut. 

So first and foremost, I’m gonna be straight with y’all and say that my opinions on I, Tonya are probably biased, because Seb is in it. Bear this in mind, as it’s a point I’ll return to later on. Also, I’m not the most knowledgeable person when it comes to acting technique and etc, so like…I don’t really know what I’m talking about here.

I’m gonna say this first, because it doesn’t really fit in with the rest of the ramble: the music had me living y’all. It wasn’t really my usual ‘taste’, but it was well-suited to the film, in my opinion. Also, I liked the structure of the film, the way they shot it as if it were multiple interviews. I’ve never seen that done before and to me, it was novel and well executed.

Every single member of this cast was OUTSTANDING. Yes, I’m probably biased, as I’ve been rooting for this film ever since TIFF, but nonetheless, I had high expectations for this movie and they were EXCEEDED™. Before I talk about the main cast, let me kick things off with a short spiel about—

McKenna. She made me tear up. She has a rather minor part in all this, but the few minutes she has on screen are BRILLIANT. Truly, honestly, impactful. The part when she cried as her dad was leaving? Lord help me, I wanted to give that little girl a hug. I feel that this is a significant moment in the movie, because…I get the sense that Tonya’s been abandoned. She’s alone. And no child should ever have to feel that way.

Jeff Gillooly (Sebastian Stan)

Now. Sebastian. Y’all know that he’s 80% of the reason why I wanted to see this movie so bad. Warning: this part basically consists of me gushing over him. No, not in that way. If you’re not interested in reading about that, skip ahead, y’all.

Seb was funny and cute and an asshole, all at the same time. I kinda loved the moustache (le gasp). Also: HIS VOICE. It was…fucking hell, the accent and the way he speaks (when he’s not shouting) was so cute, I think my heart stopped a couple of times. And you know how Seb’s really good at being kinda bashful and dorky in interviews? Well, that comes across here, too. He pulls off that side of his character really well.

He was also really good at being a controlling, selfish maniac. Seb’s rage reminded me of a lion. Also, he says ‘fuck’ a lot, and for whatever reason, I have a thing for hearing him swear, so that part of me was satisfied.

Seb looked good. I, like most people, wasn’t a fan of the ‘stache when I first saw pics of it. But…it grew on me, over the course of the movie. Seb makes it work. There’s something about it that I kinda like. I was also impressed by the extent to which he transformed himself physically for this role. Like, there was no Beef™ in sight.

I will admit, my first thought when I saw Seb playing young Jeff was: damn he’s cute.

I think this is important, because I, as an audience member, could empathise with Tonya - like I can see how she could have fallen for Jeff. As the viewer, you (or at least, I) experience the same emotions that she does. But then again, that’s just my personal experience and could be due to the fact that I already have a deep-rooted love for Seb in general.

Now, I’m not gonna deny it - his character was a fucked-up asshole. But, if we separate Seb and Jeff for a moment, I think that Seb portrayed Jeff in a conscientious manner. Obviously, I don’t know Jeff personally, but you’d have to be blind to not notice the little mannerisms that Seb throws in. He’s so damn good at conveying emotions through body language and through nothing but his expression alone. I know that Seb will forever be known for his role as Bucky, but I think this film (and some of his other works, I’m sure), truly capture his capabilities as an actor.

Also - did we get a flash of the booty? For like, 0.3 seconds? I mean, I ain’t complaining about it, if we did — but the situation in which we got the booty flash wasn’t the nicest, I agree.

Having gushed about Seb - let’s now move onto the star of the show.

Tonya Harding (Margot Robbie)

Margot was PHENOMENAL™

‘nuff said.

Seriously. How did she not get any nominations from this? She was robbed. Cheated, I tell you — just like the character she was playing, funnily enough.

She made me cry, which is saying a lot because I don’t usually cry when watching movies. Now, I will admit: Tonya isn’t the most likeable person. Like, she isn’t the kind of person that I would necessarily want as a friend — but that’s kinda the point of the film, I think. To show you that she never quite fit in, that she was always kinda going on her own, isolated from people her age. It was hard on her.

That being said, there are qualities about Tonya that I loved. Her stubbornness, her fierceness of character, her ‘I take no bullshit’ attitude. Was she rough around the edges, untactful and crass at times? Yes. I do think that’s a product of her upbringing, however.

Margot played her beautifully. You see her grow up in the film, really see it. Tonya is a complicated character to play — she’s vulnerable and strong, weak and empowered, and the fact that Margot was able to tread the balance between the two amazes me.

At the end, when Tonya was told that she could no longer skate? My cheeks were wet, man. Margot should have been nominated on the basis of that alone.

Her character’s entire life revolved around skating. All the sacrifices she had to make to live her dream! When she said that not being able to skate would be “like a life sentence”? Augh, my heart broke. I wholeheartedly agree with her. Whether she was responsible, or had part in, the assault or not, I do believe that that was a harsh verdict.

LaVona (Allison Janney)

Imma quickly talk about Allison, before I delve back into Seb and Margot.

I hated LaVona. Like, I disliked Jeff and Tonya at times, but I truly Hated™ LaVona. I think that’s the point, though. She was, to me, the true villain in all this (no matter what she says about making ‘sacrifices’ for her daughter). Do I think that she was a villain born out of a particular context? Definitely. She’s unstable, but that instability and questionable parenting method is, I believe, a symptom of some underlying issue.

Is she a monster?

Meh. I honestly can’t tell you.

Allison was fabulous. She won an award and she deserved it. She deserves a million awards. Like I said, I hated LaVona, but I would not feel this strongly opinionated about this particular character if Allison hadn’t played her so well.

A short spiel on the Jeff/Tonya chemistry

So: Seb and Margot, Jeff and Tonya.

I can’t even imagine the amount of trust that was involved in filming those domestic violence scenes. Like, they were intense. There was no fucking around with the fighting, man — like, the hits and punches looked authentic. Though they were portraying a dysfunctional couple, I think that as a pair, Seb and Margot really worked well together.

That scene where Tonya was making her costume and Jeff was telling her his Wizard of Oz story? I loved that scene. The little neck kisses melted my heart. I loved that scene because it was them being playful and happy — and it really serves a purpose. Because both of them fell in love with a version of the other person. But the thing with love is that — you have to take it all. You want the good? You gotta take some of the bad. Sometimes, it gets to a point where you wonder if the good really is worth all this bad.

You wonder why she came back to him. Tonya, I mean. She came back to him after the divorce because her career meant that much to her. She was willing to risk her life so that she could skate. She came back for love — not her love for Jeff, obviously, but for her career. The sacrifices she made were unreal. I don’t necessarily agree with her decision, but I am impressed by the fact that she had the balls to go through with it.

My point is: their relationship was not simple. There is no good guy, there is no bad guy. Partly, I think this is because each person has their version of the truth. But also, I think this is a relationship where both individuals fluctuate between good and bad, on a ‘continuum’ of sorts. I…felt for them. I truly wanted them to be happy.

fuck, I’m rambling. Let’s wrap it up with a few more bits and bobs.

Some profound thoughts:

The story is still unsolved, at the end of it (or maybe…I was just too spaced out to truly understand it???). You’re still not exactly sure who was behind the incident. You don’t know who knew what info, because the facts keep changing. Everyone’s tryna sell someone else out and pin the blame on another person and I’m just like ??? But, I will say that I didn’t know anything about the Harding/Kerrigan incident, but having watched this movie — I am very intrigued.

I also find it interesting that they didn’t include Nancy’s views on her supposed friendship with Tonya. There could’ve been any number of reasons why this wasn’t done, but I think that that would’ve added another element to the story.

As I left the cinema, my thoughts turned to a lecture I had recently. My lecturer (I love him, btw, great guy), said something that I thought was pretty funny, at the time. Now, in hindsight, and especially after watching this movie, I do believe that his statement is SO FUCKING TRUE.

He said: Objectivity is in the eye of the beholder.

And that’s basically what this movie is trying to get at. “There’s no such thing as truth.”

Everyone has their own version of the events that happened, and everyone is influenced by their own unconscious bias. Out histories, our social context, our economic situations — so many things influence how we perceive the world. That doesn’t mean that our perception or interpretation is wrong, however. Each one of us is probably right, to some degree, but the important thing is that “true facts” should never be taken at face value.

I think that that’s a message that is really central to the entire film.

Remember what I said at the start? My opinions on this film are heavily influenced by the fact that I love Seb, and I’ve been hyped up by the positive reviews I’ve seen floating around the internet. You’ll notice that there’s barely any negativity in this piece, which in itself says something. Don’t take my “facts” at face value. Sprinkle on a pinch of salt.

So should you watch it?

Like I said, this film extensively features (kinda graphic) scenes of domestic violence. I, as someone who has been fortunate enough to never experience any of that sort of thin, found the movie uncomfortable, but watchable. I also don’t have any triggers or mental health issues, so that’s something to bear in mind.

If the domestic violence has been something that’s been putting you off, I say…it’s worth your time. I wouldn’t say I enjoyed myself, as I feel that’s inappropriate, given the context of the film, but I think that it was a couple of hours well spent. I don’t think you will be disappointed.

[thedogsled]

13x11: Breakdown, breaking point, breaking things, a study in Sam Winchester

It’s Defcon Sammy, one minute to midnight, and any faith Sam had has gone out the door.

I actually talked about this recently, so imma begin this post with the fallacy of quoting myself and go from there. After 13x08 I wrote that Sam was taking on Dean’s role, and we were taking a walk in the park of 4x01 only with Sam as the one with no faith..

“It’s possible that Sam doesn’t believe that he deserves to be saved. We already know that Dean has work to do because Billie told us, reminding us of 4x01 already–but what about Sam? 

I talked about Sam needing a win, but he also needs to believe in himself, and he voices in 13x04 that he was afraid he was losing his faith. Incidentally during those eps Dean was the one leaning on him, relying on him to fake it; they were switching roles with each other, but Dean’s requirement for faith has needed Castiel to fulfill it since mid season 4, not Sam, and he was never cut out for the role. So Cas is back, fulfills Dean’s requirement for faith, but Sam is the one who is having his faith slip and has nobody to put it in. So I’ll reiterate: Sam needs a win. He needs his faith to be restored.”

The link is a link to a bit of speculation on Sam’s sadness in 13x07, and again talks about his faith slipping. It’s a good post, and it holds true:

“Sam’s fear of Jack is part of why Jack leaves. Sam feels like a failure, like he messed up with this important world endingly dangerous job he took on for himself. Sam was the one who made using his power such a quality for Jack, something he should aspire to, and it ostensibly led to this, to a man dying and Jack blaming himself. So Sam’s perceived failure with Jack feeds back into undermining his own self belief (and the belief that he thinks Dean has in him as well, I think).

So it’s already pretty rough for him, and then Ketch comes along and Sam is once again wrong with his instincts. He flips to Dean’s side quickly enough, but it’s already too late, and I think we really, really have to see how Sam getting his faith knocked is going to come into the next few episodes, especially if they end up in the AU.”

So here we are, with the warning signs safely behind us, and as Jared warned us in advance, the boys firmly flipped on their view of the world, and it goes all the way back to the Pilot essentially, because Sam has felt like a bad luck charm right from the beginning. He did everything he could to get out of the life, and it is – at this point – everything awful that he knew it would be. He has nothing left. He didn’t even get a kick out of investigating a live serial killer case, when serial killers is canonically one of Sam’s hobbies. Just like Dean not enjoying his usual thrills in 13x05, all Sam wants is to get away. In the past he would be the one validating all the good they’ve done, but this time it’s up to Dean to do that. If saving people is the family business, then Sam thinks it’s going belly up.

Sam is unhappy. He is rightfully unhappy. One word that we keep coming back to in particular this season is ‘hero’. It’s what Doug calls Donna in 13x11. It’s what the Sheriff calls Dean in 13x01. Sam was arguably a Big Damn Hero back at the end of season 5, but it took real struggle for him to get there, and as Chuck points out his road to it is anything but sympathetic. But it gets worse, because when it comes down to it this is STILL a Lucifer problem. Lucifer is solidly on Sam’s mind, and for good reason as @teamfreewillbettertogether points out: Sam still believes that Lucifer is with Mary, and presumably both he and Dean therefore believe that Lucifer is the one torturing Mary. Why wouldn’t they? They never got the info that Cas needed to pass to them. Sam and Dean are so far in the dark at this point that they’re going to need a flashlight to get out.

But it is deeper for Sam, because while Dean processed his Hell trauma in his own way, Sam has never done that. He bottles up everything, and Hell is included in that. Sam was tortured, instead, by Lucifer himself, and Lucifer is heavily on Sam’s mind, you can imagine, because it’s just one more thing he personally screwed up, thinking God was talking to him back at the beginning of 11 and following the siren song right to the Cage. How does that tie into the hero discourse? Well this is from 11x10:

Lucifer: “You used to be a hero Sam. Hell, you beat me. Now... I look at you and I don’t even recognise you anymore.”

More under the cut...

Lucifer tortures Sam in this episode. That’s really the only way to describe what he does. He rips Sam down to the pins. He tells him that he’s gone soft, that he no longer has the balls to follow through with anything, and essentially that he no longer respects the man who took him down. Sam says no to him in the end, but that’s not really the point, because in the space of a conversation Lucifer guts Sam entirely, and that is what even the presence of Lucifer in the world means to Sam; a reminder that he is not good enough, a failure as a hero, someone who only ever gets people killed, and moreover someone who makes things worse when he’s trying to fix his last mistake.

What Lucifer does in 11x10 is take Sam through a walk of his greatest hits, his surmounting conquests (and that time he hit a dog), so that he can point out in no uncertain terms all the things Sam has failed at: saving Dean from the Mark and letting the Darkness out, closing the gates of Hell, giving up on Dean while he’s in Purgatory. Those things work as weapons specifically because Sam sees them as a failure in himself too, and they have still not been addressed.

It’s like this: even if you look at Sam as having been healed from his mistakes in Swan Song by making the ultimate sacrifice, he hasn’t had a single win since then. Life has moved on from one trial to another, and every attempt he had made to do a good thing has come up short.

Now add to this the complication that Sam is only able to approach his own feelings after making Dean snap, and we have a problem, because Sam’s attitude to emotional conflict is not the same as Dean’s. They both bottle it up, but Dean has ways of exploring his feelings, or at least salving them, whereas Sam pretends. He fakes it. He literally uses those words in 13x11:

Sam: “Don’t—you keep saying I’m in a dark place. But I’m not, Dean. Everything I’m saying is the truth. It’s our lives. And I tried to pretend it didn’t have to be. I tried to pretend we could have mom back, and Cas, and help Jack—but we can’t. This ends one way for us, Dean. It ends bloody. It ends bad.”

Remember what we said about Dean when he was in the emotional ‘bad place’? At your darkest moments you speak what sounds like the painful truth, but it is always so much more complex than that. Sam is literally mimicking Dean’s nihilism to the letter here, only it isn’t about Cas. It’s not about Kaia, either, imo. Or Jack. Or even Mary. Or Lucifer. For Sam, the issue is his entire life.

Honestly Dean brought this on himself. He asked for Sam to lie for his own sake, just as Sam was flagging. He asked Sam what was up, heard him out, and shut him down, right back in 13x04.

Dean: “What’s up?”

Sam: “What if you’re right? Abour mom? What if she is dead and I’m just in denial?”

Dean: “Don’t say that.”

Sam: “What? You’ve been wanting me to admit that since it happened.”

Dean: “I know I have, but don’t say that. I need you to keep the faith. For both of us, cause right now—right now I don’t believe in a damn thing.”

This exchange from 11x11 can only have made it worse, because Sam makes it clear that he’s still stewing over what Lucifer showed him, and Dean shuts him down: “That’s in the past--All that matters, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together.” Well isn’t that so much bullshit? It’s clearly not all that matters to Dean, so what does it leave for Sam?

And look, Dean has asked for Sam to pull the emotional weight before. In this scene in 11x13, he tells Sam that he’ll have to be the one to kill Amara, and throws that responsibility over on him too. The declaration almost brings them both to tears. It’s only, unfortunately, that it’s more catastrophic now because Sam has reached the end of his metaphorical rope. Sam has nothing left, no faith left, no hope left, and him holding the fort for Dean until Cas came back through perhaps the most terrible thing that he’s had to see Dean do to himself? That’s tough. It’s left him drained. So when his attempt to get Mary back fails, it’s the straw breaking the proverbial camel’s back. Sam is done.

There’s two more elements that come into this. One I’ve seen floating around is that it’s slap of reality to the face for Sam. For the first time in forever they haven’t had something going on. Now Kaia is dead, and she had been the only hope for recovering Mary, there’s literally no next move, no more progress to be made, only now Jack is gone too. Double slap. So here he is standing in the desert with no water, no directions, and he may as well drop dead. It’s not a great mindset, because as we discussed re. Dean’s depression, that kind of attitude is what gets you killed (and it’s not great re. It being Sam’s “turn” to die either, if anyone’s head is on the chopping block). There was one horrible moment during the monster auction where Sam even gave the impression imo that he was stunned he was worth anything, and not just in a monetary fashion. It’s particularly sad because, you know, the reason why Sam and Dean were that well known to the auctioneer and his customers was because they have been SO prolific and done so much good. I just want to shake poor Sam about it.

The other thing is Dean’s parenting of Sam stopped just before his own giant Cas shaped crisis. Dean threw the responsibilities on Sam’s shoulders, not only of his own grief – putting Sam into the role of the child parenting the parent – but for Sam to learn to do things his own way without the safety net that Dean always represented. I think there really was a symbolic lifting of the hand from Sam’s shoulder in 12x22, and maybe Sam is really feeling that too. But Sam is all grown up, and it’s different.

Needless to say it’s clear to me that Sam is done bottling this up. In an ideal world I would have Dean lay things out in front of Sam, offer him the chance to walk away, and for that to be okay. That’s endgame for me. Dean dragged Sam into hunting, and instead of Sam running away, Dean needs to let him go, or Sam needs to choose to stay. Sam doesn’t have anything of his own left, though. Jack and Mary were his future, they were, essentially, the very next salve that he was looking for to keep him moving in the life so he didn’t have to keep thinking about how he doesn’t actually want it. He accepted Eileen’s death with a kind of heartbreaking grim acknowledgement that it almost broke me. He just doesn’t expect anything for himself any more, so he pretended. He pretended he could get them back. He pretended he could make a difference.

I resolved the last two posts by saying that Sam needs a win. He does, but you know, I sort of take it back at the same time? A win for Sam is putting off the inevitable, just like it has for the last thirteen years since he lost Jess. What Sam needs isn’t a hunter’s win at all. He needs to step away from hunting and be allowed to go, not being blamed for it, being able to find something that means something for himself, and if I had it my way he wouldn’t be afraid of companionship either, which I’m especially afraid to say is where things look like they are for him right at this moment, and it’s breaking my heart. If he thinks he’s getting people killed in the hunting life, how would he take to putting someone at risk domestically, particularly when every monster in America knows his name.

But more than that, Sam needs to forgive himself so, so badly. He is carrying this weight of mistakes on his shoulders, just as we’ve seen Castiel carrying them, and Dean. They all mirror each other in that way, and how they deal with the pressures put on them has all led up to this point. But Sam? His tipping point has been a really long time coming. Sam has had an emotional buffer in Dean up until this point, protecting him from his own mistakes, and challenging him to keep rising to them. But when Dean lost his faith, I think it did finally undermine everything that Sam has built his foundation on, for example Dean’s assertation that the two of them against the world could ever be enough. Sam has got to work through those things himself now, he’s got to finally be his own man, and he’s got to find faith again--not in God, but in himself and in his future. Otherwise he’s going to get that bad end he’s talking about.

A shame there’s no ex-Reaper to come and tell him how important he is to the universe, though, right?

#endgamehappysam not #endgamedeadsam kthnx.

[cottoncandyreaper]

((Underswap story anyone??))

I'm seventeen living on the surface now for eleven years, found and currently dating the human girl of my dreams, on the track and free-style dance teams at school with an amazing Dad and magnificent Uncle along with so many friends and people I've considered family all my life. I'm happy and feeling pretty great about it all but recently I've felt this confused sensation about something; it's been nagging away at my soul for some months now even. Hannah, my beautiful and graciously kind girlfriend noticed it almost immediately asking about it now and then but how could I give her a answer if I wasn't even sure what the thing was that needed asked about. I was wanting answers just as much as she did that was for sure. And for once it felt like something I couldn't or more like wouldn't talk to anyone about which was defiantly out if character for me. I considered myself an open book about anything always leaning heavily on my Dad when something stressful came onto me. So I was kinda confused on why this was so different feeling.

I didn't want to push it onto anyone; not family or friends and that really sucked feeling like a cracked bottle just draining little by little each day so after months like this...I felt almost empty. And lost huddled in a corner in my mind with my own annoying emotions. Is this what the early stages of depression felt like? Dad was open about his own depression...was it really okay to bring mine up to him?

Groaning outwardly leaning against the sink at my Aunt Muffet's bar staring at the dishes as my mind raced I had the sudden urge to go to bed soon when I got home.

"Whats wrong Deary?"

Aunt Muffy as I liked to call her walked into the kitchen from the side door seeing me right as I leaned over which was heavily frowned upon by her. She was big on posture.

"Oh! S-sorry I'm fine just tired is all. I had early track practice today before I came here."

She eyed me suspiciously folding her lower arms as she walked to me and adjusted the tie I wore. Darn this uniform she made me wear.

"Go home sweetie, I can handle things from here."

"What? But its not even my normal time yet. I still have an hour in a half."

"And I said go home, I have plenty of help for the night so listen to your auntie and go rest up."

"But-"

She covered my mouth with one word out smiling that loving smile that has always comforted me.

"Besides deary, Hannah is here to pick you up."

"S-she is!?"

The simple mention of that heavenly name sent my mood through the roof as I dried my hands off quickly to kissing Aunt Muffy's cheek and dashed out into the dining room towards my perfect flower standing by the door. Hannah only managed a few steps before I was on her with arms around her waist picking her up and spinning us around.

"Hey honey! Glad to know you missed me since leaving school just a few hours ago."

She held my cheeks so softly in her warm hands sending tingles straight through me as she kissed my nose.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were picking me up."

"Your Dad asked if I could. Apparently Blue is trying out a new recipe and he's supervising."

"Yeah that sounds about right."

Grabbing my school bag I had hanging behind the front counter after settling her back on her feet I followed right behind her out to her little blue toyota perfectly named berry-boy jumping into my rightful front seat and off to the roads ahead.

"How was work today? You've been doing part time since school started but you haven't told me much about it yet."

With her eyes on the road Hannah's voice chimed throughout the car like a choir as I began loosening my tie and un-did the top few buttons.

"Fine, I've always helped Aunt muffy ever since I was a kid in the Underground so its second nature to me. Apparently she says people like my friendly attitude. Plus I'm allowed to keep the tips I get so thats always a bonus."

"Do you think she would let me work there with you too?"

I didn't mean to chuckle but I did earning a questionable side eye.

"She wouldn't trust us together for five minutes inside her establishment. She has a no couples working together policy."

"Since when!?"

"Since we started dating."

I looked over seeing that cute little pout that broke my walls down when she was trying to get something from me but at least this time it wasn't my personal downfall.

"I kinda agree with her though, what would happen if I saw your cute butt in uniform? I would have to grab your ass all the time and that would loose me tips."

I gave a fake playful whine as the pout turned to a blush.

"Win! Oh my god shut up!"

Laughter bubbled out of an giddy fountain as she reached over to try and swat at me only for me to catch her hand and kiss it. The blush worsened in response.

"Facts are facts tulip I can't change them."

"Get out of my car you terrible flirt!"

She laughed through the statement as she pulled into the driveway throwing the car in park only to throw her signature pout my way.

"You're such a baby."

Leaning over I grabbed the back of her neck making her sqeak from the surprise before stealing her lips happy to make the pout disappear.

"I-I hate when you do that...I love you. I'll text when I'm home."

"Good girl. And I love you too."

She rolled her eyes as I stood from the car watching her go not moving till she was fully out of sight. Signing gently as I brushed my fingers agaisnt my lips smiling now having my mood lightened even more I walked inside shutting the door quietly and tried to escape to my room upstairs; it failed miserably.

"Welcome back Kiddo."

"H-hey Dad. How's dinner going?"

"Better then I thought. He's using a recipe book Asgore leant him so its going well. How was school and work?"

Seeing as hiding away in my room was destroyed I followed Dad into the living room dropping my backpack to the ground before falling into the couch cushions across from him.

"Good, track practice will be picking up alot more soon for the fall meet so I'll have it twice a week starting next week. And I got tipped by the little old couple that come in for coffee every Friday. They weren't even my table."

"Heh, they like you."

"I never knew just how cute little old couples could be."

Dad snickered at my comment folding his legs up tapping his foot agaisnt my leg.

"I saw Hannah dropped you off like I asked of her, nice move by the way on the kiss. Wish I taught ya that instead of the movies. Wins hearts everytime."

"Dad! I do not need that kind of advice from you please and thanks!"

He laughed out as my face no doubt turned shades of purple while grabbing one of the pillows chucking it right at that boney face of his. That shut him up at least but the orange glow I saw in his eye partnered with the smirk I suddenly felt like I was going to have a bad time. The pillow fight was a blur; smacks, hits and laughter echoed off the walls of the living room as we both fought in this squishy war. We had tag teamed using magic to move most of the furniture around so not to destroy anything and get yelled at by Uncle Blue at least before it got real bad.

"Give it up kiddo! You've never won a pillow fight with your old man! I'm the pillow fighting champion in this household!"

"Stop talking and watch your back!"

"Huh?"

He was confused seeing my magic come to life in my eyes only to have the biggest pillow in the living room attack him right in the back of his head and neck throwing him off his game as I came up and hit him again in his side as hard as I could. The moment I saw him off balance enough I pushed him down grabbing his arm and pinned it behind him sitting on his back to add to the winning stance.

"I got dunked on by my own kid...Im so proud."

"Dad you're a dork."

I laughed releasing his arm but stayed on his back feeling pretty happy right where I was.

"I was waaay over due for a victory."

"17 years over due for a victory."

"So you were having pillow fights with me when I was a baby? Rude."

"Absolutely, I just had to tap your head with a pillow and you'd fall over, easy win."

"Wow Dad, didn't know you'd stoop so low."

Climbing off I layed on the floor next to him also on my stomach folding my arms under my chin turning my head to look at him.

"Feeling better?"

"Huh?"

He reached over laying a warm skeletal hand ontop of my head pushing the short red locks back gently.

"You've been down in the dumps for a while kiddo, I'm your dad, you think I wouldn't notice? I gotta make sure my baby-bones stays happy ya'know."

"Oh...I mean, yeah I feel good. Thanks."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"I...don't know yet? Is that dumb? I haven't really figured out some stuff."

"Its not dumb hon, when you figure out what's going on you know I'm here."

"Yeah...thanks Dad."

He smiled satisfied with my words and just started to get up when Uncle Blue's voice rain down like thunder.

"WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE!? WHY ARE THE COUCHES MOVED!? AND PILLOWS EVERYWHERE!!??"

I couldn't stop laughing as Dad snickered reaching his hand down to pull me up as we cleaned explaining the 'tornado' that hit out of no where. Uncle Blue wouldn't believe us at all as he finished dinner while supervising the clean up at the same time. We ate at the table with the feeling of calm settling in my mind for once then I was finally given the joy of going to my room to work on homework with headphones in drowning out the real world.

I had showered kinda late, finished homework and just layed in bed texting Hannah. She was trying to trigger my sadness seeing if something said in the past was the whole reason. I just kept replying by sending her emojis with every failed attempt.

'Thanks for trying Tulip but I think Imma go chill with dad and talk with him...I think I can try and explain it now. Maybe'

'You sure?'

'Nope but he's understood my babbling for years'

I didnt wait for her response dropping the phone into the mess of sheets leaving my room traveling down the hall with soft steps to the last room knocking gently like I was scared of the door.

"Dad, you asleep?"

"Not anymore."

I giggled opening the door watching the last bit of him sitting up in bed as the sheets fell to his lap and stretched long arms above his skull.

"Whats up kiddo? You good?"

"Yeah...I just wanted to try and, talk about whats been going on?"

That perked him up instantly as he wiggled over making room for me in the bed patting the mattress as he did. Closing the door before I strolled over falling into the spot as Dad moved the blankets around covering me up and finished with wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Alright I'm all ears Win."

I rolled my eyes at that one for sure but bit my tongue at a comeback as I tried to explain the best I could manage.

"Its...probably weird. I think, I'm not really sure were to start. I don't think I want to be considered just a...girl anymore? I guess the best example would be if like Hannah and I went out on a date...I'd like to be seen as that protective figure, the masculine 'boyfriend' kinda girlfriend. I always feel more comfortable in that kind of situation. I would probably still put on a dress for her if she asked me though and there are times where I feel really pretty and like a actual girl. But I really like wearing the uniform at Aunt Muffy's place because I like that I look handsome and even get told that or that people think I'm a guy all together. I kinda like being seen as a guy...and a girl? Or even as neither. I'm actually happy being considered anything these days. I've started having people ask me my pronouns recently too but I don't know what to tell them so I just tell them my name. Some people at school have tried to explain some things to me but it feels weird to talk to them about it so I just shrug it off; so I've been confused for months now. It's been really tiring and kinda aggravating...I think that's it. Thats, kinda hard to say out loud for some reason."

Dad gave a tiny hum as I finished while I wiggled around to lay my head more on his shoulder as his fingers played in my hair.

"I think I get the main idea you have."

He reached for his phone keeping it out of my view as he typed while speaking.

"Im ninty-nine percent sure its this, one of my coworkers is the same way. I had a small hunch you were like them but I liked that you weren't titled. You were just my normal little Winnie in a relationship with your datemate. Monsters don't have a group like the humans do but they're called the LGBTQ+. I've been learning about them alot but...didn't want to say anything to you about it."

Dad contiuned speaking as he showed me what was pulled up on his phone; a entire website dedicated to the group.

"There are forms for all the branches of the group too."

He navigated through the webpage easily telling me he had been here often before going to a section that had all kinds of flags on it.

"Monsters don't put titles to things like humans but to them you would be considered a lesbian who is also gender fluid. Being a lesbian is the sexual orientation while being gender fluid is the identity you express."

I slowed his movements to read the passages wrote under each flag he showed me. Every word sunk in sending chills through me at finally connecting all the dots for the full picture. I felt every form of relief just flood my system as all my weight settled against Dad.

"Thats...so cool. Thats amazing. So people are like that everywhere, there's something I'm considered besides a monster human combo; I think I really like it."

Dad pushed my bangs to the side placing a skeletal kiss to my forehead.

"Sorry I shielded ya too much kiddo, I wanted ya to keep that mind set that its normal to love regardless of anything different, like your mom did. I made it seven years at least."

I smiled at the mention of being like Mom as I turned to hug him tight letting my head lean on his as the arm from around my shoulders found a spot on my back.

"Its fine Daddy...thanks for understanding the babbling."

"I've mastered that skill years ago kiddo. I'll have to get you too meet my coworker that taught me, they're really nice. They'd love to finally meet you with how much I yap on about my awesome baby-bones."

"Daaad...please don't embarrasse me at work without me there but, that sounds like a good plan to me."

We solidified it by texting his coworker staying cuddled together a little longer before I forced my legs to move kissing Dad good night and went back to my own bed feeling lighter then air with all the weight finally off.

~~~

"You already knew!?"

Hannah gave a sweet but sheepish smile as she sat at the kitchen table sipping her smoothie I made her while coming clean of the information she held.

"Im sorry honey I thought you knew too? We never talked about and I didn't mind since you were happy. I've considered myself a lesbian for years I just thought...you did too."

I whined hiding my face in cold hands listening to her explanation and assumption of my level of knowledge.

"Underground kid remember? There's still alot of stuff I don't get about humans like you do...but at least I know now."

"And I can help you learn more about the group too. As long as your Dad is okay with it?"

Dad's boney butt had been sitting on the counter top swinging a leg and sipping at his own smoothie when her question aimed at him redirected his attention to us giving a thumbs up.

"Always good to have a guide to human 101."

"Dad you're such a bone head you know that?"

He chuckled hopping off the counter taking one big step over kissing my forehead.

"Love you kiddo."

"Love ya Dad."

Leaving the kitchen with his smoothie in hand I picked up my chair moving closer to Hannah where I got comfy leaning against my fist listening to her as she went right into teacher mode.

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chile, could ya explain the magic system in yo oc world more? im kinda confused w how it works👁👄👁

Oh boy, here we go bitches.

So as an intro to this, I said bout last oc post in Qiran's part that their fam was full of mages n shit, but also some of em weren't, n since they do have magic istelf Imma do more parts (3 parts)

First part- how does It all work (Humans/Mages)

First of all, not all of em have a connection with magic, for example Evelyn doesn't at all while Lyva does but only through a magical item so It doesn't really count.

Other then that, if you're born you can either be born with some kind of magic, or simply not. It all depends from your family's lineage, for example If you come from a family of mainly rougues it's hard to get some kind of magical power, while if your parents have both some kind of power or even if it's only one of em, it's more likely you'll end up with something really similar, or a mixture of the two. (In case both of your parents have magical powers of any sort.)

It also depends on where you're living, for example If you'd be born from a cold place it's unlikely ya'd have magma magic rather than snow magic.

Between humans/mages the system Is kinda the same, but that does change for Hybrids/Demi gods/anything that isn't born between the same species.

Between humans/mages it's more of how their ancestors managed to treat its powers, as some got even destroyed for not being worthy of its usage, so If anything at this point and time they're lucky about getting somethin.

Mages are far more cautious about It, having both a lot of hidden knowlege about spells or even origins of some types of magic, though that being the most "common" ones, (for example fire, water ect.), because it's not only them of course, there's far more variants and all are different from eachother.

They can also get stronger by the worshipping of certain gods, which I don't think I will really talk about, at least in this post. (And also because they're still a wip of mine)

But the gang until now really never relied on any of them, or at least Lyva/Rui n Naexi never really did, while the others absolutely did. This Is also why I will do another post as a sorta of a part 2.

Anyways back on topic, most people in all parts of my oc world aren't used to worshipping anymore, or at least a great part of It, mainly because of a loss of knowlege about anything about them.

It's kind of taboo even mentioning most gods names, as they fear something will go wrong if they would (*ahem*being suspicious n allarmin the cult*AHEM*). In fact it's hard to get on most religions because the only remains of It are extremely either hidden, or destroyed in the meanwhile.

I wanna say that another reason because the worshipping stopped Is also because of Rui's cult. Yes, remember that?

It's gonna be talked about on its own post, but let's just say that for them, it's a safe way to restrain anyone knowing far too much about how everything works.

They're the only ones owning most stuff about different coltures to avoid having them against their side,

If there's no worshippers, no knowlege, n more weak magic because people don't strengthen them, who's gonna go against em? (It'll turn out to be the shittiest idea they've ever had but that really did work for the longest time.)

Oh I think i forgot to mention this, but since magic goes lineage to lineage, It also weakenens as generations pass by, as THAT'S the reason they absolutely need those texts.

That's also the reason most humans struggle w keepin magic. Mages can manage, though it's a small portion, since sometimes not even what they've learned over generations works anymore.

Second part- how does It all work (Hybrids/Demi gods n stuff)

Oh boy, so, I'm also gonna use Shou n Naexi a lot here, so bear w me. As I said earlier, it's different from em, since it's not about lineage at all.

Apart that the union between different species Is both a taboo n seen as something "ashaming",so even if they had a child It was more likely they'd Hide It or leave It behind. So it's already a really, god-awful situation for them.

The magic works kinda randomly, in the sense that since the hybrid's nature is seen as unstable to begin w, there's no real critere to handle how the child born Is gonna turn out to be.

Sometimes it's really hard to notice, having yeah some features but can be hidden really easly, but other times Is just, a real mess between the two species, n the magic Is also uncontrollable, especially during their first years of life.

For example, in Shou's case he used to really switch a lot between em, that being the reason he later on prefers not to switch, n havin to learn as soon as possible how to learn how his magic n form would work w It, having again a lot of preassure comin from people he knew.

This Is unfortunatly a really common situation between most hybrids. And there's also no choise.

If you as an hybrid can control magic w/o anything to rely on then you can live, while if you cannot do It, it's a matter of time before you'd get zoned out by everyone and everything.

This Is a big issue, other than having everything fucked by the cult but that's another story.

Aight now bout demi-gods, they're also really not seen well. Most of them prefer not to interact at all with anything that Is not godly related, and in fact, most of em even refused to adknowledge their mortal parent, since they all have resentment over the sudden disappereance of all belivers.

If anything Naexi Is a weird one at that, as they did have a suddent interest in humans and ungodly creatures, though still recognized about how cruel any of them could've been, especially she's a demi-god and has a bad reputation at that.

The magic system Is relatively simple, they just get a certain amount of power from their god parent and are actually pretty capable of controlling them in confront of Hybrids.

That mainly comes from a special connection w their god parent's power, so in theory they're sort of devoted to them.

I wanna expand this when I'll do the gods post n finnaly introduce some of em (And potentially Naexi's mother👀), so I'll not go beyond this atm.

Third part- Magical items/weapons

Aight onto another important part, which Is basically how tf would that work. We have that comin from Qiran's sword n Lyva's earrings, so they'll also be later on disscussed bout.

Even though it's a tough and long procedure, you can transport some of your own magic onto somethin as ordinary as an hat or as sharp as a dagger.

This Is being mainly used in emergency situations, as that energy can eventually be re-used later on by its user.

The user can be changed as long as there's a deal between both parties, whether that being a gift, buying It, or anythin up to them really.

It can also be a great way to hide mage's power, since there are some parts where they arent exactly that respected, so they could blend in with normal humans.

In fact, Qiran does that continiously thanks to their sword, daggers and other lil weapons, and they keep a big part of It there, to seem rather a normal knight/adventurer rather than havin somethin supernatural goin on.

They have a great holdo it since their father did make them learn to fulfill their request to be freerly goin round.

With Lyva it's not really different, even if she kinda stole It n there wasn't really a deal at that moment, but before runnin away from everyone n everything she convinced her mother to give her something that she could use to defend herself, since they were never around and when they were, they would've kinda avoided her.

Oh, and to add this, you could also curse an item. It's a way to mainly punish since ,well, it's a curse,

and makes the user either completely obsessed with the object itself or makin them do somethin w/o any type of consent, whether physical or emotional.

In some cases It can also be a torture tool. Though, as some recent stuff happened, they're somewhat hard to find.

If you still have somethin unclear lemme know cuz idk If I covered everythin or if somethin ain't clear enough😭

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A knight to remember. (VincentxJoel.)

Sorry it took me longer than needed; I’ve been really busy with studying and stuff cuz highschool is a bitch, so…yeah sorry about that 😅

Genre: I’m not even sure tbh. 😂 Though Imma put it out there, this might be a liiittle bit suggestive js. 😂

Summary: AU where Joel is a prince, and Vincent is..well..a knight. Not very different then, huh?

(Third person point of view.)

Another night, another ball..it was all getting very repetitive, wasn’t it? Every time, Joel would be asked to dress neatly, behave properly, engage in conversations, partake in dances, and try to keep his bluntness on the down low. Joel hated almost all of it. Why would he have to pretend to like people he never even met before? He wasn’t very good at communication either, so his “engaging in conversations” never really went as planned. He either talked too little or said the wrong thing to offend everyone. By now, his father had given up on scolding him for it; it was no us; he couldn’t change it.

There was a bright side to this situation, however. Recently, Joel had learned how to escape it all. He was able to sneak past all the guests and his father. Of course, he couldn’t sneak out for the entire ball; he’d get caught, so he had to keep showing up at the ball every once in a while, but for the most time, he’d be wandering all around the palace.

Tonight the ball was rather different. Usually, they were made for useless reasons that Joel wouldn’t bother remembering. Tonight, the ball was made to celebrate the knights. An enormous number of young, visibly strong men were present, and you could see all the maidens gushing over them. Actually, scratch that; some married women were also eyeing the knights from time to time. Joel rolled his eyes.

The Prince waited a little longer for more guests to arrive before he could leave unnoticed. Groups of giggling girls came to greet him every once in a while; he smiled and greeted them back.

After several encounters, he decided it was time to make his exit. Nobody spotted him leaving. Or so he thought. He had caught the attention of a specific red-headed knight. Why was the prince himself leaving the ball? The knight couldn’t help but wonder. Was it okay to go check on him? It should be fine.

The knight excused himself from the crowd of people he was conversing with and followed the prince outside the ballroom. He could see the prince making his way down the hall. He felt like some creep, just stalking the poor guy like that, but it was sort of suspicious after all, wasn’t it?

Their brief journey ended when the prince stopped in the middle of the garden at the back of the palace. “Are you done following me?” Joel spoke with an uninterested tone, not bothering to turn to look at the knight, a few feet away from him. “Uh..sorry.” He stepped closer to the prince while scratching the back of his head, before bowing deeply.

“Why is the prince leaving the ball?” The knight managed to ask, as he straightened up after a few moments of silence. “‘Who are you?’ Would be a much more important question, wouldn’t it?” Joel looked at the taller man. “Oh, yeah, I’m Vincent Knight, your majesty; I’m one of the knights.” Vincent bowed his head lightly.

Joel chuckled, “You’re a knight whose last name is knight?” Vincent noticed the prince’s amusement, which made him smile. “Well, guess it was fate, huh?” The knight joked. “Maybe so.” The prince smiled in response before looking back at the dark sky.

“Well? Do you have that much free time? You’re just gonna stand there staring at my back?” Joel looked at him with a teasing smirk, “Um, haha, sorry, your majesty; I’ll be on my way.” Vincent’s cheeks flushed as he bowed and rushed back into the palace.

On his way back to the ballroom, Vincent could only think of the prince. The way he smiled, the way he chuckled, and even the way he teased him about having a lot of free time. An idiotic grin had found its way onto Vincent’s face without him noticing. He had to stop thinking about it. That was a prince while he was just a knight. The prince was merely being nice to him; it didn’t mean anything, right?

Soon enough, the knight found himself in the middle of another crowd, where he seemed to have caught the attention of a young lady. He couldn’t say he felt the same. There was nothing particularly wrong with her; in fact, she seemed very kind, but Vincent’s mind couldn’t help but drift elsewhere.

“So..do you..do you happen to…maybe..like someone?” The girl asked nervously, as she fumbled with the purse in her hands. At that moment, Vincent realized the prince had rejoined the ball. Their eyes met for a few moments before the prince looked away.

With slight disappointment, Vincent looked back at the shorter female looking at him with hope in her eyes. “Uh..well..yeah, I do.” Vincent glanced back at the prince, but this time he wasn’t met with the beautiful pair of mismatched eyes; the prince had his back turned to Vincent.

“Oh..” the girl looked at the ground. “Is she here? I want to see her.” She looked back at Vincent. “N-..that’s..well..” Vincent tried to find any excuse, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense. He was only saved by the announcement of a dance.

He somehow managed to set up his friend with the girl; there was no way he was going to dance. He never did, and he never will. This was too much for his dignity.

Was the prince dancing? Vincent found himself scanning the crowd, trying to find the guy that seemed to never leave his thoughts. He was nowhere to be found. Did he leave again? Why does he keep doing that? His question was left unanswered last time.

The knight found himself approaching the exit of the ballroom. He looked down the hallway, and he could see a faint light coming from a door near the end. He hesitated before taking a step towards it. He kept walking till he reached the door; it was the only one that was left slightly open.

Vincent slowly pushed the door open to peek inside. A library. A huge library. He could see a figure standing behind one of the shelves. Without thinking, he approached the figure. There he was. The prince was standing there with a book in his hands. “Is it your hobby to stalk people or something?” Joel didn’t even glance towards the knight; he just closed the book, put it in its place, and picked another.

Vincent immediately bowed, “I’m sorry, your majesty; I was just-” he tried to apologize, but he was cut off before he could finish his sentence, “Joel. Just call me Joel; I dislike the unnecessary formalities.” Joel stated while putting another book back in its place.

Vincent stood up right, and kept observing Joel, as he browsed through the shelves, seemingly trying to find a certain book. “There you go again with the staring.” Joel raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you just that weird?” He smirked. “Hey, I’m not weird!” Vincent defended, “You’re stalking a guy you never met; that counts as weird.” Joel argues, “I wasn’t stalking anyone! I was just-” Joel cut him off, “You were following me twice. That counts as stalking; do you want a dictionary?” Vincent just sighed in defeat. “I don’t know what I was doing; I got curious.” He tried to explain himself, “Mmhm..what? Did you perhaps start crushing on me? Is that it?” Joel teased. He didn’t know he was quite right..and Vincent wasn’t gonna let him know. He’d probably just get mocked for it, wouldn’t he?

“Why do you keep leaving the ball anyway?” Vincent changed the subject. “Well..let’s just say I have more interesting stuff to do.” Joel proceeded to look at the book titles on the shelf, in search of that specific book. “Like what? Reading?” Vincent mocked, “So, you don’t like reading?” Joel stopped to look at him, “Nah, I’d probably fall asleep half way through the first page.” Vincent shrugged. “Figured.” Joel looked him up and down before driving his attention back to the books.

Vincent groaned. How does one even get the attention of such a cold prince? Well..he might have had a possible answer.

“Is reading really that fun to you?” Vincent approached the smaller boy, “It’s the most fun thing I can think of doing at the moment.” Joel replied. He seemed to notice that Vincent was much closer now, but he shrugged it off and tried to walk to a different isle, but he was stopped by Vincent pushing him against a wall. Vincent used one of his hands to pin Joel’s hand above his head, and he let the other trace Joel’s side. “Well..” Vincent whispered in the prince’s ear, “What if I told you I knew of something more fun to do..?” He smirked.

“And what could that be?” Joel raised an eyebrow challengingly, “You can see for yourself.” Vincent aggressively pushed his lips against Joel’s. Joel moved his free hand to the back of Vincent’s neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Vincent let go of Joel’s hand and used both hands to lift him off the ground and hold him against the wall. They only broke the kiss when they were out of breath.

“That’s more fun, huh?” Vincent grinned, “Pfft..that wasn’t the most fun! That comes in fifth at best!” Joel averted his gaze, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I’m not done yet anyway.” Vincent shrugged, “I’ll have you admit it’s the most fun thing you can think of when I’m done.” Vincent stated confidently as his hand slid beneath Joel’s button up shirt, “I’d like to see you try.” Joel smirked before they pushed their lips together one more time.

…yeeaaahh Imma just censor the rest 😂😂

[thereveriepost]

Walking Distance...

My proclivity for nostalgia has grown exponentially over the past decade and I’ve come to realize it is in part due to the increased speed in which everything is progressing. In fact, I shouldn't use the word ‘progressing’ as that would imply ‘progress’...

That term has a completely different meaning now days. We are being led to believe that everything around us needs enhancement, reprising and upgrading. Even in terms of how we think, what we feel and what we should come to expect.

Regardless of what, where or whom it may be, the thought of something never being the same as it used to be is something we can all relate to and is disheartening nonetheless.

Let’s use Disneyland as an example today..

When I think of Disneyland, my mind strives to hold on to the memories. The great memories. The laughter and the fun... The smell of themed culinary creations seeping from each eatery in the different ‘lands’ of the park. The redolence of old brass as you would inch your face towards the viewfinder of the Mutoscope machines in the Penny Arcade and hand crank your way into a 30 second world of flip book stories of runaway trains, Charlie Chaplin antics and dentist visits gone awry. The distinct Disneyland water chlorine smell whenever you would pass by the Submarines, take a ride in the logs at Splash Mountain, float through the bayou on the Pirates of the Caribbean or travel through the rivers of The Jungle Cruise. The contagious elation you’d get by looking around and seeing families smiling... soaking in their surroundings and eager to experience the next attraction yet content with the 5-10 minute walk it would take to get there  because there is so much to see and appreciate on the way. The rides held true to their original concepts and the period themed attractions were for the most part historically accurate. They were intended to transcend everyday life and either bring you back to a period in time long ago or whisk you away to a place that could not be found in this world.

Unfortunately, that is all but a memory...

The harmony of laugher and excitement are drown out by a fusion of unpleasant sounds and distasteful behavior. People yelling, shoving, cutting in line, boorish dialog between people who appear to be unaware of their adolescent surroundings, etc.

Even the catalyst for children crying seems to have shifted from crying because they have to leave the park/they were a little more scared of the life size characters walking around than they anticipated/they accidentally let go of their Mickey balloon, to being upset because the parent is so focused on rushing to the next attraction to jam it all in one day/shoving through patrons and rolling people over with their stroller/ they refuse to buy the kid a toy or treat due to the extremely inflated prices -but what can you do-.

You would be hard pressed to overhear a conversation about which attraction was the most fun, or what exciting ride is next on the agenda. Instead, your time standing in line for a ride will be spent biting your tongue while the group near you gossips about some personal issue filled with profanity as their children -and other people’s children- stand attentively by their side, half distracted by their churros.

All of the pleasant aromas of food and freshly lacquered exteriors are now undertones to the now overwhelming miasma of body odor venting through a typically inappropriate shirt that says something like, “Cuz Imma F*ckin’ Bo$$, Bitch” or an ironically themed Star Wars shirt illustrating two Jedis with light sabers as ‘appendages’ with the caption “LET’S SWORD FIGHT”.

If it isn't the intoxicating aroma of another person’s excretions, it’s the occasional whiff of weed that some kid managed to sneak in through the wannabe TSA checkpoints at the entrance -while I walk a mile back to the car to put away the half inch pair of scissors on my keychain thats prohibited-.

Taking a ride on the current Pirates of the Caribbean ride is less of an adventure into the lives of the early century “rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves” who “kidnap and ravage, and don’t give a hoot”, as much as it is a pirates themed seminar on political correctness. You’d never see a pirate staging a makeshift auction for their painted lady captives, or hanging from a bridge drunk on ale and rum, or chasing a few modest housewives around a corridor... Didn’t you know?.. Pirates auction off fruit!.. They get drunk on life and laughter and the woman are never pursued by drunken “devils and black sheep, and really bad eggs”... Rather, the empowered female aggressors chasing the misogynist neanderthals around with a rolling pin -wait a minute, wouldn't that suggest she is a submissive housewife entrenched in a patriarchy of... eh, who knows what they want to convey anymore-.

In their defense, a lot of the original rides maintain their genuine theme and aesthetic -for the most part- with little to no variations throughout the years. But when the changes do come, they are obvious and with a deliberate PC agenda.

Now days I find my best experience of Disneyland is sitting in a relaxing place, closing my eyes and reminiscing on the way it used to be when I was younger.

I’m definitely not as pessimistic and cynical as I use to be -hard to believe, I know- but sometimes I still wonder how many other people out there see something go in a similar direction. Something great that gets pushed a little too far over time until it is unrecognizable after a few years. Maybe someone you know? A TV show? Movie? Music?... 

I just watched an episode of The Twilight Zone recently titled “Walking Distance” that got me thinking about this topic. The ending narration by Rod Serling was very relatable...

“Martin Sloan. Age 36. Vice-President in charge of media. Successful in most things but not in the one effort that all men try at some time in their lives. Trying to go home again. And also like all men perhaps there will be an occasion, maybe a summer night sometime, when he’ll look up from what he’s doing and listen to the distant music of a calliope. And hear the voices and the laughter of the people and the places of his past. And perhaps across his mind there will flit a little errant wish, that a man might not have to become old. Never outgrow the parks and the merry-go-rounds of his youth. And he’ll smile then too because he’ll know that it is just an errant wish... Some wisp of a memory not too important really. Some laughing ghosts that cross a man’s mind. That are part, of The Twilight Zone.”

Anyways, that was just a little thought I had today.

-A.M.

[theolddarkmachine]

SUPER LATE GAJEVY LOVE WEEK 2017: DAY 4- MATCHING

Firstly, allow me to apologize for the Longing prompt chapter. I really did not mean any offense by considering it Gajevy, and I hope y’all will forgive me. This is all a learning experience for me, and it is duly noted that this fandom is not a big fan of that sorta thing. Please allow me to make up for it with this Matching prompt. (Loosely matching? Isn’t really matching until the end lol it probably shouldn't even be considered matching BUT THEY EVENTUALLY GET THERE SO IMMA LET IT COUNT) HERE IS YOUR SMUT WARNING. IF Y’ALL DON’T WANNA GET SMUTTY, TURN BACK NOW. (Also, LOL did I feel like the teacher in 10 Things I Hate About You when I was trying to decide what words to use for penis.) PS- This is what the Starfish looks like, just for reference. 

The game they were playing was simple, and a true test of resilience. And if there was anyone who knew how to resist temptation, it was Gajeel. Hell, he’d managed to resist Levy for like a year once upon a time, so what was a week. When they’d first started playing the game, the stakes had started out pretty small. First person to cave in to the other by the end of the day had to do the dishes that night and a draw resulted in them sharing the loss. That sort of thing. But recently they’d been upping the ante and this week’s game took the cake. He shuddered as he thought about Levy’s terms and what it would possibly mean for him if he lost. The odds weren’t exactly in her favor, as he’d won the past five games, but if he knew anything it was that his blue haired girl could fight pretty dirty when she was backed into a corner. The fact he hadn’t heard from her at all on the final day of the challenge had left him with an unsettling and ominous feeling in the pit of his gut. He had faced dragons, for fucks sake, and yet they had never made his blood run cold like the thought of what the script mage could possibly be planning did.

****

Levy’s eyes were the largest Cana had ever seen them and she saw the horror that laid deep beneath the hazel orbs as she stared at the clothing item Cana was holding up. Maybe she was being downright mean by going straight for this item in the store knowing that she’d have had to ease Baby Blue into a place like this but, well, Cana always had been a bit wicked. She smiled in a way that made Levy wonder if this was what a seal felt like when they saw a shark before it attacked and ate them.

“This, my dear sweet Levy, is what we call the Starfish,” she cooed. “Only for the truly adventurous, the Starfish is for the level 100 sex fiends that know what they want and exactly how to get it.” Honestly, if she wasn’t such a good wizard, she’d try her hand at lingerie saleswoman. The bluenette stared at the strings that made up whatever “the Starfish” was supposed to be. To call it underwear would be a disgrace to underwear everywhere.

“So...” Levy cocked her head wondering if a different angle would help her brain piece together what to make of the strings. “Does it go over your lingerie?” Cana’s loud laugh filled the boutique and the saleswoman shot them a nasty look before turning back to the woman she was helping to check out.

“Sweet, sweet, naive Levy, this is the lingerie,” she said, wiggling the strings that seemed to only be held together by the some iron hoops and a black leather star that looked like it would land directly on her stomach. What good was the most covering part of the thing if it was for your stomach, she wondered before delicately taking the strings from Cana’s grasp. It was very much outside of her comfort zone, but they were down to the wire and she couldn’t suffer another loss, especially after he said that his prize would be her doing her stripper routine again. She could never, not ever, allow him to get her to do the stripper routine again. Not after the last time when she’d manage to trip over her own clothes that she’d stripped and broken her nose landing face first onto their coffee table. Thank god for Wendy and her healing magic. The pure unadulterated shame of having to explain to a child how she’d managed to break her nose was just too much, and she’d be damned if she put herself into the position to have to do that again. Turning it as if more material might appear the more she examined it, she finally locked eyes with her friend.

“This is guaranteed to get me the win?” Cana had to bite back a laugh as she saw Levy’s eyes burning with determination. You’d think she was headed into battle with how seriously she took this game between her and her dragon slayer.

“Sweetcheeks, this will guarantee you every win.”

****

The plan was set in motion, and now all she had to do was wait. She knew she’d be cutting it close given they’d set the end of the day to mean when the sun set on the final day. Luckily it was summer and the days had grown long again, but by her estimation she had about three hours to clinch victory before she had to bust out her stripper heels. She stood in front of the mirrored wall in the bathroom, taking in the sight of herself. After a much longer amount of time than she cared to admit, she had finally gotten herself into the strappy item and she had to say, she did look pretty hot. The strings criss-crossed all up and down her body, leaving nothing to the imagination as straps managed to run just down the center of both her nipples and the star she’d guessed would be on her stomach landed just above her crotch. The “outfit,” for lack of a better term, came to an end with two strings in the front and back which both had clasps that Cana had informed her were to connect to thigh highs. Her’s now connected to black socks with lace at the top. To complete the look, she’d let the card mage do her makeup in a smokey cat eye and a devil red lipstick. Her hair was pinned up in messy disarray and she did have to say, she’d totally do herself.

Next was to set the trap, and if Cana was right, catch herself a dragon slayer.

****

Gajeel should have known something was wrong from the second he stepped foot into their home and smelled the meal that it sounded like Levy was preparing in the kitchen. If he was smart, he would have turned tail and run right then and there. Levy never cooked. In fact, that was solely his job ever since the Great Toast Fiasco of Last Fall. They’d actually just given up on cleaning the charred mark on the wall off and just decided to tile that wall and call it a day.

“Lev?” He called, wondering if maybe there was an intruder in their home that had decided to break in and make them dinner. He rounded the corner into the kitchen and found her plating two steaks which both looked and smelled delicious. (He was also happy to see the takeout bags that sat on the counter next to the plates. His kitchen would live to see another day.) “What do I owe the pleasure of ste-” the words stopped completely in his throat when he actually looked at the script mage. Strings. If he had to describe what his little fairy was wearing, he’d only be able to describe it as strings. She wasn’t so much his fairy right now as his own personal devil as she turned to him, her eyes crinkling as she smiled that saccharine smile that could only mean she was here to lay out her final hand. His mouth was practically watering as she sauntered up to him, reached up on her toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. A shudder ran down his spine as he felt her breasts brush against his chest through the fabric of his shirt

“Welcome home, babe,” she said completely ignoring the fact she was practically naked in their kitchen. “Are you hungry?” The double entendre in her words was just plain evil.

“What are you wearing?” He asked as flatly as he could while trying to think of literally anything that would get his mind back into the game so he could win. (Dead puppies, when he stubbed his toe this morning on the coffee table, Salamander, literally anything.) Maybe if he bluffed well enough, he could still make it out alive, even if he had the losing hand. Levy continued her offensive strike. She hopped up onto the counter top, spreading her legs as she leaned back slightly to give him a full view.

“You mean this silly thing?” She smiled sweetly. “It was just something I had lying around. Do you like it?” He couldn’t control his eyes as they dragged up and down her body, taking in her raised nipples straining against the strings running over them and the goosebumps that his gaze caused. His dragon roared to life within him, trying to take control and take his woman. Pull it together man, he thought to himself as he put every ounce of willpower into not moving. He felt the involuntary growl in the base of his throat and Levy smirked as she dropped her head back to expose her neck and trailed her hand down it, dealing the killing blow.

Gajeel closed the space between them in one step and placed both of his hands on her hips. She sighed at the warm touch and locked eyes with him. Hazel and crimson met and the space between them heated up. She reached her hand up and behind his neck, tangling in the hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down towards her. It felt like a fire ignited deep within his bones when their mouths came together in a hard and heavy kiss filled nothing but teeth and tongues. Levy fought for dominance as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, pulling on it before pulling back and letting it go. The light in her eyes was dancing when she saw the hunger in his own.

“Are you giving in?” She asked lowly, massaging the area with her fingers that were still entangled in his hair. Punishment be damned, it would be worth it, he thought as he put both hands under her legs and pulled her body towards his so they were pressed together. Levy wrapped her legs around his waist as his mouth came back down to hers with his answer. His warm palms slid up her thighs, along her sides and up to her breasts, massaging them lightly and causing her to moan into his mouth. Pulling away from her mouth, he leant further down to explore her neck, nipping at the flesh and then sucking the area lightly before moving further down. He could smell the arousal on her skin and it filled the room with a the most beautifully floral scent. Her small hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up until he was forced to pull back long enough for her to pull the fabric over his head. The script mage took the opportunity to takeover, leaning forward to place a kiss on his collar bone, before biting down and then continuing the pattern across the bone as her hands made quick work of the fastening on his pants. Pushing them down as far as she could, she licked the length of her hand before she caressed his cock that was now free in front of her. Gajeel’s head fell back as she picked up her rhythm. The best part about their game was that there weren’t really ever any losers, which was what actually made playing it that much harder. As she continued to stroke his member, his own hand found his way between her thighs and started to massage her clit. He felt her hand slightly clench as the touch sent her nerve endings into a frenzy. The kitchen was soon filled with their moans, his a deep bass and hers a high keen. Growling, he wrapped both hands around her waist and pulled her even closer. The sudden move caused a startled squeak to escape her as he pressed his mouth to hers and pressed himself into her.

Gajeel swallowed her moan, loving the sound she made. He loved everything about her, but her moans were one of his favorite things. As he settled into a slow pace to start, he felt her hips buck forward, causing him to laugh into their kiss. He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed his way up her chin and to her earlobe, which he then took into his teeth before tugging slightly, winning another moan as her head fell back in pleasure.

“You won this round, Shrimp,” he breathed, not once missing a beat in his torturously slow motion. “But I’m not gonna make it an easy win.” He could feel her nails digging into his back as she tried to pull him in further, closing what little space was between them already. His hands returned to her breasts, tweaking her nipples that pressed against the minimal fabric of the lingerie. Levy’s breath was heavy as she breathed into his neck, nipping at the skin, nails still gripping into his muscles. If he hadn’t been so distracted by his own devious deeds, he would have noticed as she traced out a single word on his back.

“S-solid Script: Switch,” she stuttered, and suddenly Gajeel found himself being pushed back onto the counter she’d just been sitting on with Levy straddling him. She placed her hands over his, keeping them pressed to her breasts as she started to grind against him, smiling down at him victoriously. “The full win is mine, Redfox.” She winked before throwing her head back in ecstasy, grinding her hips into him quicker. His breath started to get as ragged as hers as she continued her rhythm, enjoying the deep moans below her. He knew he wasn’t going to make it much longer, but from the way she was groaning and how she was tightening around him, neither was she.

Without missing a moment, she pushed herself forward to find his mouth in a sloppy kiss fueled by nothing but lust. Their tongues tangled as they panted into each other, both feeling their climaxes within their grasps. He knew the moment she reached hers when he felt a shudder run through her entire body, her walls tightening around his cock as she breathed a sigh of release against his lips. Gajeel’s arms wrapped around her and held her close as he followed suit, feeling the warmth of his climax run through his veins.

It was a good thing Lily had decided not to stay home this week, because Gajeel was certain he wouldn’t have been happy if he came home to find them naked on the kitchen counter. Levy lay in his arms as they both worked to catch their breath. He could practically feel her thrumming with the excitement of her victory and climax. She nuzzled her nose into his chest and pressed a kiss just above his heart.

“Love you,” she purred. Gajeel rolled his eyes before he pressed a kiss to her hair.

“That was just downright dirty, Lev,” he moaned in defeat. “Next time, I’m calling foul play and we’re starting all over again.” Her bell-like laugh shook her body as she looked up at him.

“All’s fair in love and war, baby,” she said with a wink. He smiled down at her, not even capable of pretending to be mad with her, as he leant down to press a kiss to her lips. As her tongue swiped across his bottom lip looking for permission, he knew he’d have to take his punishment head on in the morning. But for now, he was just going to bask in the glory of his sweet, sweet defeat.

****

Pantherlily’s eyes widened as he watched Levy prance into the guild hall and hop down the steps from the doorway before turning to look back at the door expectantly. She was wearing a basketball tee with pastel pink sleeves and in mint curling letters across the front it said “Gajeel’s Little Fairy.” He’d been aware of their little game, which was why he’d been conveniently staying with Wendy and Charle. Just based on the scoreboard the two of them kept in the kitchen, the odds had been in Gajeel’s favor to win this one, but as the bluenette stood there motioning for someone to come in while wearing that shirt it looked to him as if he’d have lost that bet. A hush fell over the guild hall as the dragon slayer finally entered the establishment, the sun from outside briefly shrouding him with a shadow before the door closed to reveal Gajeel in a mint baseball tee that read “Levy’s Little Dragon Slayer” in pink lettering that matched Levy’s. Even without his exceed hearing, he would have been able to hear a pin drop. Then the guild hall erupted into laughter.

“Lookin good, Gajeel!” Natsu yelled above the laughs and cheers.

“Ah, laugh while you can!” Gajeel retorted with the grumpiest look on his face that Pantherlily had ever seen. (And he’d seen some pretty grumpy faces, mind you.) The iron dragon slayer threw his arm around Levy’s shoulders. Her smile lit up the place as she looked up at Gajeel, causing a slight blush to color his cheeks before he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. It warmed Pantherlily’s heart knowing that his friend was so happy, no matter how much he tried to act tough. It also warmed his heart knowing that he’d be able to carry the memory of Gajeel in a pastel shirt to his grave.

[seksipomminpurkaja]

some wholesomeness for maz, jack and anze?

intimidating dude, intimidating but harmless dude, and the least intimidating thing in the entire universe, edit: oh god this is super hard when dissociating, edit 2: i’m back after three hour breather i’m sorry i’m just very sick rn

Blue goober

When they discover they’re got a crush: They’ve had a ton of little crushes but those didn’t show any interest back, they have no idea what happened with Moran, they just suddenly felt so giddy being around them and just wants to make them feel as happy as they are, very much confuse, so happy, a true crushHow they confess/hint: They’re really bad at hinting/flirting, it’s a straight up confession, it’s a simple ‘i like you, you know?’ if they say nothing back, they keep pampering them and just showing how much they like them, in the end it’s ‘i wish i could kiss you’Big gestures of love: Cuddling, pampering, all out kissing/holding, just let them show love to yaLittle gestures of love: Asking how your day was, making food for them, listening/talking etc. For both romantic and platonic loveHow to win their heart: Be gentle and not too imposing, they are tiny, a simple thought out gift helps tooHow to break their heart: call them names, start unecessary fights, pay no attention to them in a long whileTiny little turn-ons: imma leave these out bc they’re in the ace spectrumThings that make their heart flutter: a simple ‘i thought about you the other day’, holding handsTheir type: tall with four hands apparently, gentle, someone who lets them be themselves without it feeling awkward, Ideal date: quiet, only two of them, just spend time with one anotherPast relationships: few really short ones, any of them didn’t appreciate their lifestyleHow they might affect current relationships:‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): It took a long time for them to consider marriage, but after meeting Moran it finally seemed right. Moving together has always been one of the goals in Maz’s mind when seeing someoneAny other love headcanons: It takes a trained eye to spot the difference in their showing of platonic and romantic love, because for them, the romantic parter should be a friend with lotsa kisses

Ex drunkard

When they discover they’re got a crush: disappointed, not again, please no,he gets flustered by said person more easily, he’s a nervous wreck nowadaysHow they confess/hint: he’s hardcore flirting, cracking out the worst puns, basically trying to make the person notice him, confessions and invitations catch him off-guardBig gestures of love: show as much affection as humanely possible for him, publicly showing affection as wellLittle gestures of love: his adoring look every time his significant other walk into the room, asking about the persons day, How to win their heart: be genuinely interested in him, be cheery and fun to be aroundHow to break their heart: leave him be, make it clear as day you don’t tolerate him anymoreTiny little turn-ons: touches on his neck, low husky voice, sweaty musclesBig turn-ons: Being handled rough and lovingly if that makes any sense, all out innuendos, groping his butt also gets a good reactionThings that make their heart flutter: lmao if the person of interest as much as looks in his direction he gets the doki dokisTheir type: for the last 20 or so years he’s seen himself as someone who should not get too picky, especially with his habits and looks or the lack of them, he can’t help it he’s still into buff men, scars are a nice plusIdeal date: Something fun together, doesn’t mind if in middle of a large gathering or just the two of them, beach is nice, as australian he is, also enjoys showing off his tats and admiring his parterPast relationships: few flings here and there, few more serious ones, most recent was andreas and it has been ten yearsHow they might affect current relationships: he’s very insecure, taken that the last one ended him in jail penniless by the man he loved and trusted, he can’t help it, and his way of coping with it... hasn’t landed him another partner‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc):Any other love headcanons: He falls in love head over heels very fast, but when actually getting a response he turns defensive. But if you keep it up and show him you’re 100% in he’s quick to lower his guard again

Fine commander

When they discover they’re got a crush: He’s brushing everything off really fast because he has work to do and civil war to prevent and ambassadors to deal with, in his younger years he was too busy training and hiding his sexuality from his father to crush on anyone, when Nics appeared, it took him a lots of flirting and shameless invitations to catch his attentionHow they confess/hint: He’s hinting very subtly, but once you notice it, he’s doing it all the time, his confessions are like his fighting, straightforward and better watch your feet you won’t fall overBig gestures of love: Kissing, an not just your everyday smooch, he gets passionate and into it. Actually saying ‘i love you’, letting you see in his most vulnerableLittle gestures of love: paying extra attention to your wellbeing, the state of your gear, bring you his share of food, suggest training together (bc combat medic Barros)How to win their heart: Be patient with him, show concern for him and genuine interest other than ‘oh a commander, looks good, acts good, fights good, gotta get a piece of that’How to break their heart: i don’t think he has ever had his heart broken. But speaking to him like he is is his father is a good way, dismissing all he’s done for his partner, accusing him of cheatingTiny little turn-ons: That special person complimenting him, heavy touching, Big turn-ons: Feeling his partner melt down under his touch, quivering, breathing heavily against his skin, letting him take the lead, and with consent, grab that crocth and let him pin you against a wallThings that make their heart flutter: his heart doesn’t flutter, it explodes, say something like ‘hey i was wondering where you were i want to show you something completely unrelated to your work bc i think you’re gonna like it’ admit that he’s crossed your mind and you haven’t forgotten him in two dayTheir type: he hasn’t had a much of time to think about that, but someone who contrasts him nicely, someone more calm and less reckless, maybe even cute, like sun and moonIdeal date:Past relationships: lmao watHow they might affect current relationships: he is very inexperienced‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc): he really doesn’t know what to look for, fer few years into being with Nics he only thought about maintaining it, towards the end he was seriously thinking about proposing but chickened offAny other love headcanons: i mean there’s no reason there wouldn’t be few writer and novels about character he has inspired to write in that cheesy romance novel for lonely women style