#didn’t realize all of the kids had different surnames

[bobbie-robron]

Hey, I’m wrangling your bug-filled brats single-handed here.

Robert with Nicola’s kids clip

20-Nov-2018

[itostea]

the strongest (gojo x wife! reader)

gojo can't help but feel annoyed that he feels concern for the wife he swears he doesn't care for.

warnings: arranged marriage au, gojo refers to you as his wife, enemies to lovers (?), gojo tells you to lift up your top, slight angst, he's really bad at feelings okay, image from loving yamada-kun at lv999 (part of gojo’s wife series)

The lines of intrigue and fear are often blurred. It explains why we admire fire from afar, careful not to get too close in hopes of not getting burned. It explains why we find peace in parts of the ocean and tense up in deeper parts. It also explains why Gojo Satoru seeks your presence yet pushes you away the moment he finds himself feeling something other than indifference or vexation–it’s never hatred though. The strongest can’t envision himself ever hating his wife and it scares him. 

He’s not sure that can be said about you. Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if you grew to hate him after the treatment you put up with. 

Your marriage is what you call a “marriage of convenience” and Gojo made sure you remembered that. He wasn’t always so distant with you. Back then, you might’ve considered him a friend but time did its bidding and you two drifted apart, your time together merely a memory. Now fast forward a few years and you were wedded to him, taking up his surname and sleeping in the same house as him–in separate rooms of course. 

Your steps on the wooden floors were silent as you intended not to make a single noise at such a late hour. You sighed, feeling the weight of your heavy shoulders drag you down. 

Gojo might be considered cruel to you but the elders were on a different level. They knew this mission would be too much for you yet they sent you on it as punishment for speaking your mind the last time everyone gathered. 

At that time, your husband had an unfamiliar gleam in your eyes as you voiced your thoughts on the matter of Itadori. He’s a nice kid, you thought when you first saw the pink-haired boy. 

Taking away his youth wouldn’t be fair. After all, he didn’t choose to have the Ryomen Sukuna use him as a vessel. Yet, sentiment doesn’t do well with the higher ups and they made sure you knew your place with the mission they sent you on. 

You inhaled sharply, wincing as you felt the bruise on your rib with your palm. There was blood soaking your tights, little cuts littering your legs. You’re so tired you can’t find it in yourself to even eat. Then again, you needed to be in your best condition tomorrow since another mission was sent out of you and specifically you. Those in power always make sure it’s clear that they are in power. Your voice of opinion meant nothing to their beliefs in tradition or what you liked to call, “backward thinking.” That’s one thing you and your husband could agree on. 

“Ow,” you wince for the nth time as you open the fridge, scanning the items. Mochi. Ice-cream. Leftover cake. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser to go grocery shopping a day prior so you could have a proper meal. This was the kind of stuff Gojo could live on but you couldn’t. Closing the fridge, you opt for instant ramen instead. Not the best choice in regards to healthiness but cracking an egg in there meant more protein and it also minimized the spice levels. 

You’re halfway in between preparing the noodles when you feel a presence right beside you and soft breathing besides your ears. “You’re home,” your ‘husband’ mumbles, his eyes half-lidded from just having woken up. 

“God! Satoru!” You gasp, flinching away from and only realizing how close he was. For someone who claimed he wasn’t interested in you, he didn’t know what personal space was. “How did you know I was home?”

“Your cursed energy leaked in,” he shrugs his shoulders, peering down at you without the constraints of his blindfold or shades. You gulp as his eyes flit up and down your appearance, causing your insides to tense up in a sudden wave of self-consciousness. Being scrutinized by the six-eyes himself wasn’t much fun and you’re suddenly aware of the fact that your hair is disheveled and your face is sweaty from just having come home from a grueling mission. 

You don’t even notice the glint of rage that crosses his hues before he masks it. “Who did this to you?”

“Huh?” You blink, coming to your senses that your body was bloodied up and battered from having fought a curse. “Oh it was just a mission. It’s normal to be hurt on missions.” 

Gojo’s been living with you for nearly half a year now and he knows you’re more than competent when it comes to shaman duties (not that he’d ever tell you). He knows you return home by 7 p.m.., and never at hours well past midnight. He knows that you usually only get injuries on your back because you get careless at times. But now, he sees cuts everywhere and he’s not sure if you’re running on adrenaline or if you’re too tired to notice. 

His eyes glance at the way you press a palm on your rib, subconsciously squeezing the area as if hiding it from him. “Let me see.”

Your surprise is immediate and he would’ve felt a strange fluttering in his stomach if not for this concern he was experiencing for you. You smile. “See what?”

“Your injury. Let me see it,” he says again, pressing on the hand you hold close to your ribs, narrowing his eyes as you hiss in pain. “Don’t be stubborn (Name).” 

His voice is different from the cheery one he often uses and you’re left leaning further into the kitchen counter, acutely aware of the fact that his taller frame wasn’t allowing you to escape. His eyes widen the slightest once he gets a glimpse of your flustered expression as you peer up at him and he only realizes what he was asking from you. Part of him tells him to ignore this and pretend his concern for you was brief. Yet, part of him screams at him that he was your husband, so he should feel the right to be worried–even if he was months late. 

He sighs, tilting his head. “I’m just going to look. I promise I won’t do anything else,” his voice is oddly tender as he speaks to you, a contrast to the usual nonchalance you’re used to. 

You gulp and let out a shaky sigh, giving in when your fingers reach to pull your top up for him to see the bare skin that you can’t even say is spotless or void of marks. Multiple wounds litter your skin–some faded, some new. You’re scared his gaze would show some signs of judgment or disgust but you’re left bemused when you see how his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. For a second, you allow yourself to be deluded by the fact that he might be worried but you quickly abandon that thought, averting your eyes from him.

You can see how he pieces everything together. From the way you rebelled against the elders and how they saw it as a means to punish you. He does it so quickly that you can only blink when his blank expression morphs into something different. You almost feel relieved from the fact that his expression of pure anger wasn’t directed at you and rather those who sent you on the mission.

It’s almost natural how he slides the top further up, mapping the extent of the bruise with his eyes. His hands are warm and calloused. They’re also gentle, tracing the bruise carefully to not hurt you. “I’ll kill those old bastards,” he chuckles with a sneer. “They have some nerve letting my wife take this mission without me.”

You frown as you see his anger first-hand. “Satoru–”

“Why didn’t you go to Shoko?” He interrupts, gently holding on your waist to prop you on the counter while he stands in between your legs. He watches you intently, in search of answers.

You feel somewhat embarrassed as his hand still lifts your top up to see the bare skin but don’t comment on it. “I didn’t want to bother her so late at night…”

For the first time since today, you see him flash a genuine smile, as if exasperated by your reasoning. “But you’re fine with bothering me?” 

“That’s different!” You say, a pout slowly forming on your lips and he can’t help but feel drawn to you even if he doesn’t want to. 

He laughs as you pull your top down with a huff, finding it cute that you were so bashful. “Because I’m your husband?” 

You go silent and for a second, Gojo thinks he’s messed up for mentioning that. Despite being your husband, he’s not the greatest at doing his job. He’s not callous or spiteful towards you, instead taking on more of a cold and aloof attitude towards you. Even so, he thinks that hurts just as much as a few insults. 

He’s about to pull back but your voice draws him back to you. “Yeah. It’s because you’re my husband.”

Gojo can’t stop himself from glancing at your lips at that single statement. He was today years old when he realized he was a man of simple tastes. All you had to do was tell him that he was your husband and he’d want to kiss you until your lips turned red. He considers himself lucky that you didn’t see that slip-up of his–though he wouldn’t have minded if you did.

He breathes out a sigh, propping his chin atop your head while his fingers draw circles around your hips. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

It’s a vow he swears to keep. 

“I know,” you whisper quietly enough for him to hear. “You’re the strongest after all.”

He thinks it’s funny that even as the strongest, he feels weak when he feels your fingers play with his sleeves. No words are said after that and a comfortable silence drifts between you two. It’s like the barrier between the two of you is cracking once you feel his lips press gently against your forehead and you think it's his way of sealing the promise. 

Gojo Satoru thinks–or rather he knows that he wouldn’t mind living the rest of his life with you. And he knows that he should fix his behavior around you and stop running away. That way, instead of a kiss to the forehead, he can finally give you one on your lips. 

[unreliablesnake]

MDNI, mention of sex, afab!reader

That son of a bitch shot him on their last mission. König was often in the way of bullets, but this was friendly fire. Ghost and him were on the same side, yet he managed to get a bullet in his side from the Brit. Maybe he was petty for not being able to forgive him. Yes, he did say it was okay, that there was no issue between them, but deep down he was mad at the lieutenant. So what was he supposed to do? Let it go? No, that wouldn’t be right. He hired a private investigator to find out more about him, to find his weak spot.

No one was allowed to see his face, but he heard his surname on the field, then he overheard a conversation about Manchester, and later Soap accidentally called him Simon in the pub during a conversation before making König promise not to tell anyone he said that. “Especially not the Lt, he would murder me if he knew,” the Scotsman slurred with a sheepish smile. He nodded, of course, then forwarded the now complete name and location to the PI.

That’s how he learned about you. Ghost’s pretty little ex, a precious porcelain doll he should have kept locked away to keep it safe. The PI was young, barely thirty and fairly handsome, so he had no issue getting close to your circle. According to one of the women you were friends with, you were the one who ended the relationship. “She said he was away a lot, but if you ask me, it’s the age difference. He was what? Thirty-four? Thirty-five? And he acted like he was over forty. She can do better. Too bad that asshole still bothers her to get her back,” she added with a roll of her eyes.

By the time his current mission ended, König had your address and some additional information about your daily routine on his phone. According to the report, you spent every Saturday with your friends in a pub near your apartment, so he went there and watched you from afar. Then he not-so-accidentally bumped into you, his hand falling on your shoulder as he checked if you were okay. “Careful, you wouldn’t want to waste that beer,” he said with a smile, then moved on towards the bar.

It didn’t take much time for you to find him, taking the empty bar stool next to him and flashing a disarming smile at him. “Your eyes are ridiculously blue,” you blurted out.

You were drunk, it was clear as day, but he didn’t mind. It would be easier to get close to you, to convince you to go to his hotel room with him and let him fuck you stupid. He would record the whole thing, making sure your cockdrunk expression was visible on the footage so Ghost could see what he took from him.

In his head he had everything planned out right to the very last tiny detail, because he wasn’t planning to stop at one night. No. Ghost has a good taste, he had to admit that, this is why he didn’t feel like letting go of a pretty thing like you too soon. He would have fun. Maybe he would marry you. Maybe he would put a baby in you to keep you near. Yes, he could surely turn you into a trophy wife, sitting home, looking pretty, raising your kid right, and of course taking care of the man of the house.

His fingers brushed your cheek as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes fixed on your plump lips that shined so bright from the lip gloss. There was no way to fight the thought of having you on your knees in front of him, these shiny lips being wrapped around his cock as you tried to take more of him despite your gag reflex kicking in. He would talk you through it, whispering praises as he patted your head.

When you realized he wasn’t about to talk, you turned your head a little to kiss his hand and put a hand on his thigh. “Don’t you wanna buy me a drink, big guy?” you purred with a flirtatious smile.

He had a feeling it would be easy to pick you up, but this was almost too easy. You came to him yourself; all you needed was a touch of your arms as he bumped into you and now you were pretty much begging him to fuck you. Because König wasn’t stupid, he knew that’s what you wanted. And who was he to say no? So he flashed a smile at you then pulled you into a kiss, even slipping off the chair to trap you between the bar top and his body. You had your hands on his hips, thumbs moving under his shirt to draw circles into his skin.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we go somewhere private, hm?” he asked as he leaned closer to the shell of your ear. One of your hands moved up to his back under the shirt, long fingernails scratching his skin in a way that made him shiver. You were truly something. No wonder Ghost still wasn’t over you. “Let’s go.”

[silverefflux]

Never Forget You

König bumps into his childhood bestie.

A/N: There's no real ship here. Just König in a café and a look-see into his life.

Photo by Annie Spratt

Never Forget You // Noisettes

“Here you go,” a waiter said as he set a cup of coffee down on König’s table. “By the way, I’m really sorry for the plate thing last time.” 

“It’s all right, danke,” he replied with a nod.

König’s eyes trailed the waiter as he walked away when he saw a woman standing tall in front of the counter waiting for an order, which he assumed she was having to-go. She looked elegant in a tweed blazer and trousers. Her auburn hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. While he was almost certain he never met her before, her face seemed familiar.

Ok, don’t stare too much, he thought. Might be creepy.

He looked down and feigned inspecting his coffee, albeit too intensely. Then he realized something.

“Bruno?” said a woman’s voice.

There was only one person who would call him that.

He looked up and realized the lady in tweed was now in front of him, excitedly waiting for his response.

“It’s me, Lutz!” she continued.

His best friend from childhood.

Despite the uncanny resemblance with their faces, the Lutz he knew carried herself entirely differently. Back then, Lutz sported shaggy, jet black hair that was up to her chin. Her eyes looked sharp thanks to smudged eyeliner. She dressed like a boy and punched other boys, especially those who would tease him. If the boys in his hometown were mean, she was meaner—except to him.

Not this Lutz. This Lutz looked like a sweet woman who had her shit together.

Lutz made waving gestures before him and slowly raised her brows. “Still the silent type, huh?”

“Oh schei—” König awoke from his mild shock and pulled himself up to shake her hand. “It’s been a while,” he chuckled, running his other hand down the back of his neck.

“Eh, what’s this? Don’t we do this instead?” she responded, slapping the back of his hand.

And a slap to the back of her hand. Fist bump. Then the top. Then bottom. Lock fingers. One shake. Explosion thing—pshhhh….

“I didn’t forget,” he assured her proudly.

They both erupted into laughter over them remembering such a silly thing. They went on to catch up with each other’s lives. They were quite the duo when they were little. A classic story of an extrovert kid randomly adopting an introvert one. At some point, she invited him to secretly check out this “new stupid film about Austrians” with her and they found it funny. In reference to the film, they jokingly agreed to give each other bizarre nicknames. He was Bruno because it sounded like his surname, Brunner. And she was Lutz, his assistant’s assistant.

By high school, they both did their own thing, König preferring to hang out by himself and Lutz finding new friends. But every time someone tried to bully König, Lutz still fiercely had his back. After they graduated, they never spoke again for no apparent reason other than growing apart. In the years that passed, though, he stayed with the military until he retired and was back and forth between Germany and Austria ever since. She went off to college, found work abroad, and settled there.

“A banker? That’s great to hear, but very different from the old Lutz,” he said.

“Right? Younger me would’ve been straight-up an outlaw. And I’m glad the military worked well for you too. I really couldn’t see you wanting to do anything else after high school.”

“Me neither. Ah bitte, have a coffee with me?” he offered, gesturing to the chair in front of his.

Her smile turned upside down. “Oh sorry, I’d love to but I’ll just be quick. Gotta get these drinks around before they get cold.”

Suddenly, a kid’s giggle rang out in the distance. “Mama!” the same voice called out. Some meters behind Lutz was a little girl, the exact image of her face. Same pale skin, same ginger hair. Lutz’s daughter ran to her mother and hugged her leg.

“Sweetie! You came here early, darling, I was going to fetch you. Where’s Papa?”

The child pointed to a man who was now walking towards them. Lutz was relieved to see her husband not far from their child. She greeted him with a kiss.

“I should introduce you,” she said to König, “This is my husband, Alex, and our daughter Emma.” She moved her gaze towards her husband and gestured to König. “This is Lukas. We grew up together in Austria.”

König and Alex shook hands. Meanwhile, Lutz picked up her daughter in her arms.

“Sweetie, say hello to Uncle Lukas.”

“Hallo,” she murmured before hiding her face in the crook of her mother’s neck, which earned chuckles and awws from the adults.

It wasn’t long before the family had to bid their goodbyes to König.

“Well, I guess we have to go now,” Lutz told König in mild sorrow, “See you around, maybe?”

“Yeah, tschüss,” he said, giving a short wave goodbye.

König sat back down and watched the family leave. Bumping into his childhood buddy after so many years made him feel as if the world was indeed small. It was sweet seeing her again. Also, he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t find this new version of Lutz pretty. If he denied that his stomach dropped at the sight of her daughter, then her husband. If he convinced himself that he didn’t wonder how things would have turned out had they met again sooner.

Nevertheless, he is genuinely happy for her, and in no way does he want to ruin someone else’s family, especially that of his friend’s. There is not sadness, but emptiness gnawing inside of him, basking in the what-ifs and maybes brought about by nostalgia. A longing for the familiar. After all, she was the only girl in his life whom she had the deepest connection with. But then, he understood that was simply the way things are. All that would just be a passing thought.

He sighed, and did what he recently would in the face of heavy thoughts. He took a red bracelet out of his pocket and looked at it, rolling it around in his hand to look at the intensity of its color and the way light reflects on it. He then threaded his fingers into the bracelet, almost stretching the string that bound it, then let it loose, the beads sticking together in a synchronous click. He would do the same thing over and over to soothe himself. Thread. Click. Thread. Click.

He stopped himself, remembering that the clicks of the beads were audible in the cafe. To avoid further embarrassment, he paid the bill and headed out, continuing his fidgeting on his walk home until his thoughts quieted down.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click.

Thread.

Click…

[carbonfellow]

I’ve been going through a lot of my old work and deciding what to post.

I came across an old Kaitou Kid x OC concept. I don’t think it’s worth posting on AO3, but I kind of wanted to acknowledge it somehow.

This was back when I was first experimenting with my own identity and trying to make sense of what the heck gender even is, and fiction is a pretty nice sandbox. So I had the Totally Original thought of having the OC be a target of a similar poison to Conan that instead changed her from female to male.

She sought the help of Kaito because he seemed extraordinarily capable, and extremely likely to eventually get on the bad side of the Black Organization, so he’d have reason to get involved. She becomes another of the people out to catch him. Although she does find out his identity as Kaito Kuroba fairly quickly, she insists that she won’t ask for his help until she can catch him as Kid, as she feels she has to earn his help.

I was basically writing baby’s first dysphoria. She didn’t like the change of her body, and she felt like she couldn’t go home. As the story would progress, she would slowly find more comfort in her new body. She felt a pressure to be a specific way before, both because she was a girl and because of her family that had high expectations for her future. The mess resulting from the poison gave her the chance to figure out who she is without that pressure. In the end, she still thinks of herself as a girl, but she associates her male body with her newfound freedom, so she’s scared to go back.

I think it might have been interesting if I actually wrote more than cliffnotes. Especially since I even thought of a perfect surname that fell in line with the color-themed naming in that series.

One of the scenes would have been cutting her hair. She didn’t realize that her hair had grown long again. It was hard to cut it the first time, so she wants to get it over with quickly now. Kaito would offer to cut it for her, but only if she let him play with it first since they don’t know when it’ll be safe to grow back out again. He ends up stalling, because he knows it’ll be painful for her to cut it again. It would have been a tender moment.

One of the scenes in school would have had Kaito teaching her some basic sleight of hand. She starts off sad because she’s clumsy with her new body, not nearly as coordinated as she used to be. When Kaito’s done teaching her , he says he’s proud that she’s getting used to it. She’s sad again because she doesn’t know if she wants to ‘get used to’ this body, and also because she’s finding that she’s better at these things with this body--that she can do these kinds of things so much easier with these large hands that are so alien to her.

...You know what, I’ll post the end of that, since I did actually write it. Do keep in mind I wrote this more than 10 years ago, so the quality is kinda crap.

---

Kaito stole one of the tear-stained hands without a second thought.

"No matter what size and no matter what they may be capable of, I'll always like them." He laid a kiss on the palm before placing it against his cheek.

The shocked and flushed expression Minoru gazed with was met with a simple smile. Then, with one hand holding Minoru’s hand palm-up, Kaito conjured a normal-sized card and twirled it a bit before it seemed to turn into a deck of smaller cards. He placed the deck in Minoru's hand, still smiling.

"All people and all things come in different shapes and sizes. That goes for magic, too." As if to demonstrate, Kaito flexed his newly-empty hand. He first produced a large red rose that he pinned to Minoru’s shirt. He then produced a small fully-bloomed white gardenia that he fixed in Minoru's hair.

The tears started back up with different reason, a small smile breaking through. "Why do you even have all this stuff with you..." was the best Minoru could think of to say, clutching the cards tightly.

With a handkerchief pulled from his palm, Kaito began wiping away the tears. "Never know when a lovely maiden might need an extra smile."

[lucy-shining-star]

I’m imagining crossover: 

Quincey Harker being Pevensie’s sibling father

Why do they not have his surname? I dunno maybe  some rumors about Harkers were intense and he decided to have his wife’s name

Peter Pevensie is named after Peter’s Hawkins. 

Lucy Pevensie is named after Lucy Westernra. Why not first daughter? Well I dunno maybe he or/and his wife had other person to honour

Edmund was‘was the sort of person who knows about railways’ cause he got that interest after his grandmother and she also kept teaching him about it. She sometimes jokingly refered to him as ‘Train fiend in training’ 

He also liked criminal stories due to his grandfather profession. He sometimes heard converstation with clients and also sometimes peaked into documents, and Jonathan tried to teach him about confidentality and finally had to lock better. Except oblivious Seward didn’t see anything weird in a preschool kid asking him how to pick a lock. Jonathan finally just started to buy him detective stories.

Van Helsing was Digory’s proffesor at university. Digory felt vibe’had same sort of adventure but also not’ from him and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Digory later became tutor there himself and Quincey was learning there and he was his tutor. He once heard him talking to Van Helsing and asked how they know each other personally and Van Helsing said he is his parents friends. Digory somehow became friend wiht both Van Helsing and Quincey and he once meet also Jonathan, Mina, John and Arthur and felt the same vibe from them as from Van Helsing. 

Digory and Quinncey stil had contact over the years but mostly through letters. They of course still had enough good contact not only for Digory to let Quincey’s children live him during air raids but also for oldest to come when Digory had smaller home and Quincey and his wife went to USA and couldn’t bring all children.

After first visit to Narnia Digory mentioned to Pevensie sibling that their grandparents seemed ‘to had adventures of same sort but also not’. They understood what he meant when they saw their grandparents again. 

One of differences is that Jonathan and Mina react with sort of...at same little scare but also relief and melancholy if snow comes in November while Pevensie silbing just with scare.

When Quincey, his wife and Susan were in America he showed them all places his parents and their friends went with him and told him about stories Quincey Morris had there. 

One day Jonathan and Mina decided to tell Peter and Susan their story when they decided both are old enough (or rather, that Susan is old enough, they didn’t want to tell story four times in short amounts of time so they wanted to tell both Peter and Susan when Susan would be old enough, and Edmund and Lucy when Lucy would be old enough)

Susan noped out right at the beggining, when Jonathan arrived at the castle and she realized this going to be ‘that superstisious people were right’ story and decided grandparents probably started having dementia and mixing nightmares with reality. Jonathan said how he was trapped for two months by Dracula and Susan just said that that doesn’t mean guy was a vampire but might have give Jonathan nightmares.

Peter blurted out ‘He wanted to drink your blood? And have no refltection in mirror? But he is awake during the day and nothing happens to him? He is different from vampires in Narnia’ (Yes, I think there are vampires in Narnia cause of that part during Aslan’s death: ‘ 'I won’t describe because if I did the grown-ups would probably not let you read this book ‘ I meann yeah right aafter this is ‘ Cruels and Hags and Incubuses, Wraiths, Horrors, Efreets, Sprites, Orknies, Wooses, and Ettins ‘ so it coulld be that though he not described he named creatures...But I haven’t seen any horror/mysthological/fantasy crrature names ‘horrors’ so. That could be vampires. ...And yes I know that there were more of creatures in daylight but whatever. Vampires were not there but were more of others) And Jonathan and Mina were like ‘what?’ . So Peter said generally, that they discovered magical land, had to defeat evil queen, became kings and queens, ruled for fifteen years, how they had to hunt remaining witch’s forces for few years, including vampires, and how they returned and returned to their ages.

Jonathan and Mina decided that they need to hear more about this later, Jonathan was little worried about ‘returning to their ages part’. They also decided that Edmund and Lucy are actuallly not to young to hear story so they decided to tell them three full story next time then they come.

Then they came next time Jonathan first relate his castle Dracula experience and after that he asks them about ‘returing to their age’ since ‘You see, since I see Dracula grow younger this worries me’. They say that they literally grow younger while walking through wardrobe so they it’s not like they would have time to drink any blood even if they were vampires? And whose blood anyway each other? Jonathan is calmed.

Edmund is a more than a little uneasy everytime they mention vampire having very pale face and very red lips, but he hid it. 

Later when Mina says about Bloofer Lady still looking like Lucy, but more beautiful Lucy says ‘oh that’s how that sounds like that picture of me I saw in this spell book next to spell I was tempted to use’ and everyone is like ‘What?’ including Peter and even Edmund cause she completely forgot about that fact right after using eavesdropping spell so she never told anyone. She just said ‘But I never used that spell and I wasn’t very pale or had veryred lips on that picture anyway’ looking at Jonathan’s terrified face.

Peter, Edmund and Lucy kinda shaked when they heard about snow in November. When Jonathan and Mina asked them about that when ending their story and they decided to just tell story since the beggining.

Jonathan got really worried when hearing about Lucy going with stranger and being hypnotized to sleep, but he was relieved when he heard about him getting her back to wardrobe. ‘That sounds kind of like Mr Reinfield, doesn’t it?’ Mina asked.

When Lucy got to Edmund going to White Witch, Jonathan asked to go back and for Edmund to tell his side of story. When Lucy said that Aslan said that there is no need to talk about it, cause what past is past, Jonathan is like ‘Yeah, whatever, I’m not going to judge him, BUT I NEED TO KNOW’

So Edmund says about how he followed Lucy and met White Witch and he described what he though when seeing her ‘ 'Her face was white — not merely pale, but white like snow or paper or icing-sugar, except for her very red mouth. It was a beautiful face in other respects, but proud and cold and stern.' and Jonathan like. Got a full panic attack. He started checking if Edmund has pulse, and if he does not have bite marks, and if his teeth are not too sharp. Edmund tried to explain that she was not a vampire, and even is she was she wanted to get rid of them why would she want any of them to rise as vampire? Jonathan says that  he doesn’t know if Dracula wanted to turn him or not, but he certainly didn’t want to reveal he is a vampire before throwing away his mirror, yet allmost drunk his blood then, so White Witch did need to want, to turn Edmund to drunk his blood. Lucy said that White Witch does not exaclty fit description of vampires from either Earth or Narnia, since she didn’t have that afwul smell, and while Narnia vampires didn’t have it,she also could stand in the sun, but she also had this unnatural beauty that Narnia vampires don’t really have? And also doesn’t matter cause even if she did bite Edmund Lucy is sure Aslan undid that. Peter asks if she doesn’t fit descrption of either Narnia or Earth vampires really matter, cause proffesor Kirke said she went to Earth and then to Narnia from yet other world. Jonathan is kinda like’...He also was in other wolrd, and also in other other world and he also met that woman?’ Peter, Edmund and Lucy said to him and Mina what Digory and Polly said to them. 

When Lucy point out that Aslan killed White Witch, and then Dracula was killed Mina stopped turning into vampire, so Edmund is safe anyway, Jonathan says that it was how it was vampire from Earth and who knows how it might work with vampire from that world from which Jadis came. And Edmund worryingly points out that even in Narnia world there were other kinds of sea-people, so they might be other kinds of vampires in one world itself. 

When Peter, Edmund and Lucy comes back to telling their story, Jonathan really isn’t less worried. When Edmund says at onne point, that when he was in sledge he tried to convince himself it was a dream, and ‘And as they went on, hour after hour, it did come to seem like a dream.’ Jonathan is almost panicking again. When they come to ‘lawful prey’ 'His blood is my property’ and ‘unless I have blood’ he fully panicked for few minutes and saying how Jadis meant killing, but not drinking blood he id not calm down, cause why such phrasing. 

 Edmund says he can hold crucifixes, receive communion and eat garlic so all is okay. Jonathan is not sure. 

Once Jonathan and Mina met all friends of Narnia and Polly said about Susan something similar to what she said in Last Battle aka ‘she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one's life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can.’ and Mina, Peter, Edmund and Lucy are like ‘Why did you have to say that?’ cause Jonathan is. Panicking again. What if she meet vampire and she willignly let herself be turned. When he meet Susan again he speaks about how good it to grow old. Susan is like...okay but why are you telling me this. 

When Eustace brought up ‘What will on Earth when we die here?’ and when he later says ‘Or if they found two — I mean, if we're dead over there in England.’ he wanted to say ‘two bodies’ but then thought ‘what if we would became vampires there?’ but wanted to throw away that thought so changed phrasing and he later was little afraid when Jill says she will rather die in Narnia than grow old on Earth he is like ‘Wth do you mean you wouldn’t want to grow old good that you didn’t say that when meet my cousins grandparents you would not have head already’ so he changed subject quickly to being killed by railways.

Sometime after their Quincey’s, his wife, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Eustace’s, Digory’s, Polly’s and Jill’s death, Mina saw that Jonathan was super worried and decided to ask Seward to help them to break to cementary at night and they checked if no one turned into vampire. Seward is a little worried what will happen if Jonathan’s worries turn out to be correct, but he believes they are not so risks it. However he shares this worries with Arthur so Arthur also goes with them in case. Thankfully Edmund’s body is rotting normally. Jonathan decided to check others just in case and everything is ok. 

Susan was late at graveyard, as first snow after her siblings death made her recall Narnia, and noticed whole break-in. And when they got out she shouted at them ‘WHAT WERE YOU DOING!?’

They explained and she was like. What. While she did recall Narnia by that time but she completely forgot about that time Jonathan and Mina tried to tell her story about vampires. She realized she didn’t want to listen to it because she subconsciously felt that it will make her recall Narnia. Now she was ready to listen.

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (265): Tue 6th Dec 2022

The latest episode of OSW Review dropped just before I was about to settle down for bed and it was a review of the movie Spice World. I wasn’t a fan of the Spice Girls when I was a kid but I can’t deny I was in awe of the fact that they very quickly became a worldwide phenomenon. You couldn’t switch on the TV or the radio without the girls being a constant presence. Whatever you think about their music you can’t deny that whoever put the group together was a fucking genius and realized they had a money making machine on their hands. I think in order to have a truly successful musical act all the members have to have their own distinct personalities whereas members of most bands you see today are just a bunch of friends who are more or less exactly the same. While most bands don’t go the route of naming their members after their personality traits, behavioral patterns or hair colour (which I still think is a bit weird and the only other group I can think of who this applies to is the seven dwarves) you can see that their plan was the make the group full of different personalities so that every audience member would have their favourites. If you didn’t like Posh you could still get into the band because you liked Scary or Ginger. It’s pretty damn ingenious. The OSW lass also made the point that I have always agreed with that Melanie C AKA Sporty Spice was the only one who could actually sing. She’s a tremendous singer and I think her rendition of I Want Candy is the best version of that song I’ve ever heard. In my opinion she’s also the best looking of all the Spice Girls but you wouldn’t know it back in the 90’s because she constantly was made to dress like a dole scrounger but when she’s not playing Sporty Spice she’s incredibly fit. On thing about their review was that they showed a clip from Bottom and then they immediately cut to a clip from Spice World which features Steve O’Donnell who is the actor who plays Spudgun in Bottom but they never mentioned it in the review. Speaking of Spudgun one thing I’ve never understood about him is the origin of his name. In one episode Spudgun implies he got his nickname because of something vile he does with potatoes. However in a later episode it's revealed that his real surname is "Potato" so surely THAT'S where he got the nickname?

[ally-writes-many-things]

I’m right here (Steve Harrington) Part 1.

Summary: After being away from Hawkins for a little over seven years, you return to spend time with your brother Dustin but things happen that may change how you feel about Hawkins. 

Words: 1.8k

Prompts: No

Requested: No

Warnings or A/N: This will take place from season 3 to season 4 and I decided to not end things with season 4. I’m still working out kinks on how to write how they kill off Vecna and the Upside Down.

 “Perfect form,” You heard him say when you were climing out of the pool.

You spotted him when you first got to the community pool, you weren’t too sure if he spotted you, but you didn’t care if he did or not.  0You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice and didn’t turn to look at him.

“What? You’re not going to talk to me? You haven't seen me for a year and that's the way you treat me?

You turned around and looked at the women watching you before you looked at him. “How about you go and flirt with those middle aged women who are death glaring at me right now. Instead of worrying about a girl who dumped your sorry ass over a year ago, Billy,” You said walking away from him and towards your car. 

-

It's been years since you went to Hawkins, Indiana, and it's definitely changed. Half of downtown was shutting its doors. Thanks to the mall they built. You parked in your car in the busy parking lot and sighed. You really didn't want to deal with all these people now, but you promised your mother you'd get your little brother. It took you half an hour to find out where the ice cream parlor was, but you finally found it. "Are you allowed to be here?" The guy handed out the ice cream to a couple of girls who looked at each other and ran and laughed. 

The guy was pretty good looking to get even though he had a stupid sailor hat on but he was just plain good looking. What you found attractive about men is exactly what you found attractive about that guy.

The girl giggled and then turned around and looked at you. That's when you realize she was Billy's kid sister, Max. “Max”?

Her eyes went wide as she squealed when she saw you, ran up to you and hugged you with a death grip. “Yn! What are you doing here?” 

You stumbled back a bit at the sheer force this little girl has. “I’m picking up my brother. You guys moved to Hawkins?”

Max nodded her head. “Yeah. Billy is gonna go bat shit crazy when he sees you,”

“Yeah… we already ran into each other at the pool,”

“Who are you?” The girl that was with Max just abruptly said. 

“Oh. Yn, meet Eleven. El for short. El, believe it or not, Billy's former girlfriend,"

“You dated Billy?”

“Yeah, I was stupid,”

“Who's your brother?”

“Dustin Henderson,”

“Wait? Really? " Max's voice was full of confusion. "But you don't look like each other and you don't have the same surname."

“Yeah, different dads. Same mom,”

“We’re good friends with Dustin,”

“Have you seen him?”

“No. Not today," Max said looking at her watch. “It was really good seeing you  again but we gotta go,”

“Oh, okay. You too, Maxi,”

It was your favorite thing to call Max and at first she hated it, but she ended up enjoying it.

You watched them giggle again and left the ice cream store. You scanned the ice cream shop looking for the curly hair boy, but you didn’t see him. You sighed. “Do you need help with something?”

As you turned to look towards the source of that voice, you saw that it was the man behind the counter. You smiled at him and walked up to him and that when you took notice of his name tag. The name on his tag was Steve. It had to be the Steve Dustin wouldn't keep quiet about. "Ooh, you're Steve,"

“I-uh-yeah. How’d you know that?”

“Your name tag,”

He glanced down at his name tag. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I’m Steve, you?”

“Yn. Yeah, my brother told me a lot about you,”

“He did? What did he say? Wait. Who's your brother?”

“Dustin,”

“Henderson is your brother? You're Henderson’s sister? Wait, Henderson's got a sister?"

You silently laughed about how confused you made Steve. Before you even had a chance to say anything, he lifted a finger and opened the sliding window behind him. You could see a room which was probably storage room or break room or both "Do you have a sister?"

“Yeah, Yn. Why? Is she here?”

Dustin’s head popped up in the window and he smiled at you. “Hey sis. What are you doing here? This is Steve,”

“Mom asked me to pick you up and yeah I got that,”

"Well, we're in the middle of something, can you come back later?"

“No. Not really. I have other things to take care of. So whatever you’re doing needs to be hurried up or it can wait for another day,”

“I can drive him home-

"Hey, you know Russian?" Another head appeared in the glass cutting Steve. This time a woman. 

"I know bits of it, why?" Dustin,”

“What?”

"What have you been up to?"

"What makes you think I did anything?"

"Because that's all you ever do,"

The girl walked away from the window and, in a few seconds, opened the door leading to the back. “Come in here,”

You watched her strangely, but you did as she asked. You wYou came in the room and saw Dustin's tape recorder on the table and a whiteboard with the Russian alphabet on it.s anyone care to explain what's going on?”

“So you know that radio that I built during summer camp to stay in contact with Suzie?”

“Yes,”

“Well, yesterday. I took my friends and set it up. Anyway, I intercepted a secret Russian transmission,"

“DUSTIN! That's what I'm talking about when I say you're always up to no good.

“I know. I know. I didn’t mean to but it just happened,”

“Dustin. Well, I guess we’re already in the middle of it. Let me hear it,”

You don’t know how many times you had replayed the recording at this point. Yes, you know Russian but it wasn’t the entire alphabet that you knew. That was only a few sentences. After listening to it a few times, putting what you knew together and looking at the Russian alphabet You finally deciphered a bit. “Wait, that last part, just one more time,” 

“Okay,” Dustin said, rewinding the tape.

You let it play out until you heard what you were looking for. “That word. It’s pronounced “dly-nna-ya. Which is spelled D,”

 Before you could even say anything Dustin answered. “The chair. The chair-looking  thingy,”

“Yes. I know the first sentence,” You said. 

"What is it?" replied Steve, opening the window.

You looked up at him. “The week is long,”

“Well, that’s thrilling,”

You chuckled. "I know, but at least it's better than what you came up with."

After a few hours, you had finally cracked all of what it said. You had ended up blowing off what you were originally gonna do to help Dustin and his friends do this. You do not even know why, because you had the feeling that it would explode in your face.

"The week is long", the silver cat feeds, "when blue meets yellow in the west",” Dustin said as Steve was locking up the ice cream shop after it had closed. “I mean, it- just it just can't be right,”

You shrugged. “It's right. Honestly, I think it's great news,”

Steve said, standing back up. “How is this great news?  I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense,”

 “It's not nonsense. It's too specific. It's obviously a code,” 

“What do you mean, a code? Like a super secret spy code. That's a total stretch,”

Robin raised her hands. “I don't know, is it?”

“You're buying into this? Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon?”

“Exactly,”

“And if the translation is correct. I know that for sure, so "The silver cat feeds". Why 

would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?” 

“Exactly,”

“Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?”

“Exactly,”

You turned to face your brother. “So I guess that confirms your suspicion,”

Dustin gave you a smile. “Evil Russians,”

“I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians. So how do we crack it?”

You were too busy listening to the conversion to realize that Steve wasn't here. “Wait. Where's Steve?” 

You all turned around and saw Steve messing around with some change in front of a mechanical horse that was meant for kids. “Hey Steve.  What are you doing?”

Steve looked up at you guys. “Uh, it's a quarter. I need- Do you have a quarter?”

You pulled a quarter out of your pocket and threw it at him. “Sure you're tall enough for that ride though?” 

The mechanical horse started going and playing that tune that every kid in Hawkins should know. Robin chuckled. “You need help getting up, little Stevie?”

Dustin laughed too. Steve was beginning to be frustrated. “Would you three just shut up and listen?”

You looked at it for a second before paying attention to the melody and this is where you realized what Steve was saying. “Oh fuck,”

Dustin must’ve too. “Holy shit,”

Steve bobbed his head. “The music,”

Robin was confused. “What am I listening to?”

Before you could speak, Dustin took out the tape player and played it. The mechanical horse was playing the same music that the tape was. “I don’t understand. It’s the exact same on the recording?”

‘Maybe they have horses like this in Russia,”

Steve is still staring at the horse. “Indiana Flyer? I don’t-I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russia, It came from here,”

“Yn, come back to Scoops tomorrow and help us finish cracking it,” Robin said. “If you’re not busy,”

I've already abandoned what I was going to do today to help you. So why not, see this through. I’ll come by with Dustin,”

“Cool,”

You, Steve and Dustin all walked Robin to her car and Steve walked you and Dustin to your car. Dustin, without telling Steve goodbye, jumped into the passenger seat. You shook your head and laughed before you looked at Steve's face. “Thank you,”

“No thanks needed. A real gentleman will always escort a lady to the car,” 

You just smiled but you shook your head. "I mean, thank you for that, but that's not why I was thanking you,"

Steve raised an eyebrow at you. “What are you talking about?”

“Thanks for standing by for Dustin. Dustin told me that you helped him with many things and that you always made sure he was fine. I really appreciate it."

“Oh. There still isn't any need to apologize for that either. Dustin can be a dick, but he's a great kid."

You caught a glimpse of Dustin playing with your radio. You took a couple of steps towards Steve and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before you got in your car and drove away. You drove to your house and parked your car in the driveway. “So that was the infamous Steve Harrington?”

“Cool, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know yet,”

[messers-moony]

Lavender | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius Black escapes Azkaban and Professor Black’s students have a lot of questions about it.

“Professor Black?” A Hufflepuff student raised their hand, “Yes, Ms.Abbott?”

The Hufflepuff - Hannah Abbott - swallowed thickly, “Are you worried?”

“Worried about what?” Professor Black queried with her signature sweet smile, “Sirius Black.” Hannah stated.

The Professor chuckled, “No, dear. Nor should any of you be. Sirius Black will not harm any of you.”

Quietness remained through the classroom, “You know what, we have about twenty minutes of class time left. Why don’t you ask me all the questions troubling your minds? No judgment. You ask me questions, and I shall tell you no lies.”

Hermione’s hand shot up, “Yes, Ms.Granger?”

“How do you inherit the Black surname?”

Y/n smiled faintly, “I was married to one of the brothers.”

“Which one?” Ronald Weasley interjected, “Regulus Black.” Y/n answered.

“Pardon me if this sounds rude,” Dean Thomas began, “But wasn’t Regulus a deatheater?”

Tension set throughout the classroom, “Indeed, he was Mr. Thomas. I congratulate you on your research, but Regulus was not an evil man.” Y/n replied reassuringly.

“What was he like?”

“Regulus Black was a kind and ambitious man but pressured by his parents - Walburga and Orion - to accomplish things he never had ambition for.” Y/n twisted the ring on her finger, “Sirius Black and Regulus Black had more in common than they liked to believe. In the end, it seems that they weren’t different at all.”

“What do you mean, Professor?” Hermione queried at the cryptic response.

Y/n stood in front of her desk with her arms and legs crossed, “What I mean is that they both sacrificed themselves for the people they loved.”

“I can’t go into Regulus’ whole background, we just don’t have the time for that, and I can’t speak for Sirius, but I can assure you, Sirius means no harm.”

Glancing at the clock, most students began to pack up and leave. Hermione seemed intrigued and wanted to ask more, but she left despite her craving for knowledge. Ron followed shortly after. Harry seemed to be packing extraordinarily slow. Both his closest friends leaving him behind while the classroom expired itself out. Y/n returned to behind her desk, and Harry stared at her with his bright green eyes.

“Professor.” Harry called, grabbing her attention, “Yes, Harry?”

“Did you know my father?”

“I did.”

Harry stuttered, “Can- Can you tell me about him?”

“Perhaps,” Y/n answered teasingly.

The boy sat back down at his desk, “James Potter.” Y/n spoke with a laugh, “Merlin, he was a joy to be around.”

“I was a close friend of James’, which was fortunate. Most people couldn’t get too close to him aside from the Marauders, but I managed to sneak my way in.” Y/n explained, “James was kind and sweet, but he had his flaws like everyone else. Sometimes he hurt people - not that he noticed; of course, he thought it was all in good fun, but occasionally someone would get really hurt.”

“Most of the time, I was his shoulder to cry on. Your mother - Lily, she was something, let me tell you. Hurt your father in more ways than one. Rejecting him constantly made him question his self-worth. But he covered it up with his famous James Potter smile.”

“Your father wasn’t perfect, Harry.” Y/n stated, “Despite what anyone tells you. James Potter was not perfect, but there is one thing I bet he was fortunate for.”

“What's that?” Harry asked, “He and Lily died together. They never lived without one another.” Y/n answered.

Instantly Harry felt like he crossed a boundary, “I- I’m so sorry, Professor….”

“No need to apologize.”

“Would you talk about him? Regulus, that is?”

“Of course. Um- Regulus was one year younger than the Marauders. He was also a Slytherin favored by his parents over Sirius.” The Professor explained, fidgeting with her necklace, “He drowned. That’s- That's how he died.”

“He was eighteen when he passed in 1979. I can’t express the pain I felt when I received news of his passing.” Y/n chuckled bitterly, “Sirius ached too. Whether he showed it or not, I knew that he was hurting for the loss of his brother.”

Tears began to gloss her eyes, “I was hurting. We had gotten married a month before he died. Looking back on it, I think he did that on purpose because he knew that soon he would do this mission that would result in his death. His biggest concern was always me and my well-being. So for me to inherit his fortunes, he married me.”

“That’s not to say he only married me for that reason, but I think he wanted to die knowing I’d be taken care of.” Y/n added quickly, “Not even two years later, your parents died. Those three years were awful. And I mean absolutely dreadful.”

“Shortly after I realized Remus - Professor Lupin, excuse me, began to distance himself, so I reached out to him before he could hide away. Remus and I moved into a flat together; we still do. I also have my daughter.”

Harry spluttered, “Daughter?”

“Yes, my child with Regulus.”

“What’s her name?”

“Phoenix Regulus Black, a true Hufflepuff.” Y/n announced proudly, “She's a year above you, but I’d recommend you meeting her.”

“I- I know her.” Harry murmured, “You do?”

Harry nodded, “She- She’s been a good friend of mine since first year.”

“Well then.” Y/n chuckled.

Something was amiss in Harry’s attitude. Y/n was not daft. She noticed that at the mention of her daughter's name, his eyes lit up. The way his green eyes sparkled like a freshly mined emerald. The way his usual pale complexion turned to a faint pink hue and his dopey smile. The same smile James had with Lily. The same smile Regulus had with her.

“You like my daughter, don’t you?” Y/n crossed her arms, smiling playfully, “I- I- Pardon me, Professor.” Harry stuttered.

Y/n laughed, “Oh, you so do! You love my daughter!”

“Maybe I do….” Harry confessed, “Well, Harry Potter, I have no problem with you having a crush on my daughter. Just don’t make her a fling.” Y/n replied, narrowing her eyes teasingly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, run along. You have to catch lunch before it’s up.”

Harry rushed out of his seat after realizing the time. His bag placed on his shoulder as he left the classroom in haste. Y/n smiled and sat at the chair behind her desk. When moving a piece of parchment, there was a distinct rose petal. It was odd, she didn’t have roses anywhere nearby, and no one had been near her desk all day aside from her. The rose petal was a beautiful shade of lavender.

Lavender roses were the only color of roses Regulus would give her. It made Y/n smile, “Thank you, Reggie.”

In the afterlife, Regulus would’ve been sitting watching her entire conversation with Harry. He was smiling at his beautiful wife doing what she always aspired to do - teaching kids. Regulus could only hope that when Sirius was to find her that he’d take care of her. Perhaps Sirius could become Phoenix’s father - the parent Regulus never got a chance to be. Regulus could only hope that Phoenix knew that he did everything to keep her safe. His beautiful baby girl.

[sepublic]

Edge of the World

            WHAT WHAT WHAT

         King is a Baby Titan??!?! Confirmed??!!? Since Season 1A I’ve speculated about a connection, King as THE Titan or its child… We were right! It wasn’t for anything!

         Oh my god… All those people we saw, they’re just regular witches! Dressed like that which they plan to kill… DRESSED AS TITAN BABIES TO LURE THEM IN! And DAMN what kind of monsters are, or WERE these clans, to have KILLED actual Titans?! And why does our Titan look so humanoid, are they just deformed? Does it have to do with having magic, are they the only one without magic?

         Likewise, we see that the Titan Trappers are witches, the ‘human’ variety… So I guess witches (human) precede our Titan in terms of evolution??? So where did they come from, did Titans actually EAT things? Or did the Collector, or ‘Grand Huntsman’, if he goes by different titles… Does he hunt and kill and ‘collect’ creatures just for fun??? And he’s tricked people, time and time again, into hunting and killing Titans for his own amusement, or for power??!

         Bill said that if King was sacrificed, it’d release the Collector… So he’s probably in the in-between realm, since Bill ALSO had a disk like Belos! But how… Did the last Titan do this to him? Is he trapped IN the Titan and these disks are just conduits for his powers? Did demons evolve from Titans, and witches are their own ancestral lineage? What happened to the other lands, or were they there?

         Bill was reading a book by Flora (whose surname spelling has apparently been corrected), is he fact-checking? Did the Collector abandon the Titan-Trappers because he thought them useless? Bill says he’s OLDER than Belos’ reign, how old??? Can the Collector bestow immortality, is the Collector using Belos to free him? Does Belos know? Does he care; If the Collector wants to kill everything, then it’s possible they legit have a mutual alliance!

         Did the Collector give magic to the BI Titan and that’s why it had it, if it was the only one? And why it looks more humanoid, does the magic of bile sacs cause demons to change into this more humanoid look? And King…

         KING MY BABEY! That dream was so funny but also so painful… He just wanted to have a family, he KNOWS Luz is leaving and he can’t do anything to stop her, which is some nice continuity on his arc from Really Small Problems; So all he can do is prepare for when she leaves! I love how the show gives credit to his actual emotions, King is more than just the funny animal sidekick and more than just the plot device, his feelings and who he is as a person MATTERS first and foremost!

         And Eda… GOD, Eda seemed so weirdly calm and straightforward when Luz told her, and I can see why! She was trying so HARD to keep herself together for these kids, and I adore how she acknowledges that they’re KIDS and shouldn’t have to handle this stuff! That’s wrong! And how Lilith comforts her, finally, Lilith comforting Eda as an older sister she can count on, after so LONG…!

         I’m surprised King wasn’t mad at Hooty, but maybe he didn’t realize just HOW long ago this letter was; Like he thought it was something Hooty just ate this morning or something. Plus with all of what we have… Oof. It’s a lot to balance. The Collector’s rhyme was also different in Luz’s memory… But YEAH, I love how Luz quickly puts it together that the Collector is the Grand Huntsman! After being duped by Philip/Belos, she’s already gotten more wary and showing a closer eye and awareness to this! And also damn… A lot of past characters really did mess around with a baby Titan and didn’t even know it, huh??? That’s so funny.

         Oh… OH GOD, KING MUST REALIZE OUR TITAN IS HIS DAD. But what about the one who killed the BI Titan? Was he manipulated by the Collector, only to reveal the truth? It’s mentioned only the power of a Titan can hatch the egg, and we see moonlight and I guess some form of glyphs involved… So all Titans have magic? Did the Titan Trapper (the one who killed our Titan) have a conscience? Is he like Wittebro? A parallel yet foil to Belos, as someone who was duped by the Collector, but realized it was wrong? Or mostly Wittebro… Yeah.

         GOD that reveal that they weren’t actually the same species but just wearing disguises. That’s so creepy and uncanny. I kinda love it but WOW… And Salty! SALTY MY BELOVED! He returns as I hoped and as a pal to Luz and King (and Hooty), even making them breakfast! I love him, Dana said she was so stoked to meet Steve Blum when casting Salty, I can see her bias for him now! Did they tell Salty? Also, like the acknowledgement of how he no longer works for Hunter… Esp since Hunter’s been fired. I’m surprised Luz didn’t mention him, but I can chalk that up to the show having to wrap things up ASAP, Labyrinth Runners might discuss this though.

         Kikimora seems in charge now…. AND GOD WE WERE RIGHT; Belos knows that Luz did the time loop now. He no longer has to let her live for that; HE CAN KILL HER. And Lilith too…! THAT CLIFFHANGER AUGH, what a callback to Agony of a Witch! But now Lily is defending… Will she learn Raven mode to fight back? Will our sisters be kidnapped… Hooty isn’t THERE yet! And the Titan Trapper who killed the BI Titan, he has magic like Jean-Luc… So did he also learn from the Collector, as Philip did?

         What happened to him? Why didn’t he tell anyone? Did he die before he could? Jean-Luc took care of King, maybe it was just to keep him alive to sacrifice for the Collector… ALSO DAMN COLLECTOR, it seems like you didn’t tell Belos about your previous allies! If you did, he’d have probably identified King and released you ASAP… So is he planning to revive OUR Titan, just so he can kill it as a sacrifice for the Collector?! Damn… getting FMA parallels again, with the Collector going from place to place, tricking nations into repeating the same folly and ritual, for power!

         We know the Titan Trappers have access to the isles, do they just not know Belos works for their Grand Huntsman? Did the Collector not bother to tell them, ‘bored’ of them like discarded toys who have served their purpose? Did they recognize Belos’ claims of speaking for the Titan as false? Since Bill has one of Flora’s books and Tarak even has a Penstagram account… I guess it was a good thing Hooty ate the letter; Otherwise Luz wouldn’t have made that connection to the Collector! WHEW!

         There’s just so much lore… So much to wrap up. We now know that all the Titans have been hunted down, save one last one… God what does this mean for King??? Is he gonna outlive EVERYONE??? Oh god… No… Like how he said he KNOWS they’re gonna leave him, so all he can do is prepare! Maybe he can have a proper speaker for himself in Luz but… OH GAWD NO!!! You… You can’t DO this to me Dana! You can’t! YOU CAN’T!

         Oh fuck… And since they know; What if there’s conflict?!? What if the rebels (Raine, Darius, Eberwolf) ponder using King??! I don’t think Raine would but then again, if push comes to shove… Because if Belos is going to kill everyone to revive a Titan and use it as a sacrifice; Wouldn’t sacrificing King save so many more lives? And preserve the isles? The Collector is freed either way, but offering King to the Collector, to convince him to forsake Belos’ plan… It could save most of everyone!

         Oh man. If there would’ve been an arc of the Bad Girl Coven clashing with Raine’s group over what to do with King… Let him be used to take the burden of everyone else’s death and play it safe; Or believe they can stop Belos AND keep King alive! Oh god oh man… Oh TITAN! And in two episodes, King faces the implications of being a Titan…

         (Damn Belos you really had all you needed to free the Collector in YBOS. Or did he know, and that’s why he let King go; Because with King, his plan that involves killing all witches is redundant? And the Collector will be pissed when he finds out Belos kept him from that???)

        And now the EC is cracking down on everyone… Including Hexside. But we still got Steve… Or will Steve be in O Titan, where are Thou, since he’s at the knee? And King is going to the knee to speak with the Titan, and Steve allies with and helps him? NICE! King as the true speaker for the Titan…!

[jupiterverso]

ok losers here are those caejose thoughts:

Caesar reprimands Joseph’s childish and playful behavior a lot.

Having had to grow up quicker than other kids, due to his father leaving and living on the streets, he’d be equally drawn and repulsed by Joseph’s utterly youthful aura. It’s safe to assume that Joseph isn’t the type to not fuck around during practice, and he most definetly fucks around with Caesar specifically, so it wouldn’t be surprising to hear Caesar saying things such as “Cazzo JoJo, stop acting like a child” while Joseph targets him endlessly with his jokes.

But one night, one of many they spend on Air Supplena, one quiet night, when there’s nothing to distract Joseph from the rings lying beneath his skin, Caesar realizes something. In the countless nightmares Joseph has, in the many sleepless nights he spends crying, thinking about his fate, about his grandma, about Speedwagon, about the legacy he inevitably carries with his name, a legacy that seems to weight on his shoulders until he can barely stand by himself, Caesar realizes that, yes, Joseph is a child.

Despite their small age difference, mentally they stand in very different places, and Caesar realizes it in the way Joseph shakes in fear of a fate that seems more certain by the minute, he realizes it in the way Joseph holds onto him while Caesar patiently waits for him to fall back asleep, he realizes it in the way Joseph acts embarrassed for his “ridiculous show of emotions” in the morning. He realizes that Joseph, a rude, loud, cocky man who doesn’t know when to stop joking, is deep down a scared boy, who much like himself, had to grow up way too fast, but in different ways than him, and who is now faced, for the first time in his life, with the bleak destiny that follows his surname all throughout his family tree.

Caesar never thought about how similar they were. The two had seemingly nothing in common, except for being tangled in destiny vines that merged together at some point, but the more he saw of Joseph’s more vulnerable side, the more he seemed to recognize himself, and the similar ways they both had to mature so quickly. He knew Joseph never met his parents, and he knew better than anyone that almost nothing could replace the sheer warmth of parental love. He starts to wonder how it must have felt, to be alone like that, raised only by his grandmother and Mr. Speedwagon, to have lost both his parents so young to the extent that he doesn’t even remember them. Caesar wonders for a bit which would be worse, to have the warmth of his parent’s love be cut short by something he didn't have the maturity to understand, or to have felt so little of it as to not even have the faintest memory of such. 

At least, he figures, he has some good memories of his parents, no matter how tainted they became after the years passed

During their endless night time conversations, the ones that Caesar was strictly against, given that it always resulted in the both of them being exhausted in the early morning hours when Lisa Lisa came to wake them, but could never refuse, he always noticed something bleak in Joseph’s tone while recalling his childhood. He didn’t ever dare complain, seemingly very aware of how easy his life had been up to when he moved to New York, but there always seemed to be something he missed, something he couldn’t understand by himself, but that seemed to consume him more and more by the second. Caesar on the other hand, recognized it from his times living in the streets of Rome, it was loneliness, the sheer and utter loneliness of feeling like you have no one else to rely on but yourself, the sheer and utter loneliness of never letting people see your inner child, no matter how much it yells and it screams inside you to let it out.

It reminds Caesar of himself, of a time when he didn’t fill his every waking hour with the company of lonely girls whom he lied to. He wished he had someone to listen to him back then, just like he does with Joseph nowadays. Maybe he can be that for Joseph now, God knows how much he used to hate it, he wouldn’t wish it upon his worst enemy, let alone someone as dear to him as Joseph had become, throughout these endless nights they spent talking about nothing and everything.

He wonders if they’d be this close if they had met when they were children, if they had both been allowed to be children at the correct time. He figures it’s best to not waste his time thinking about impossible scenarios.

Instead he focuses on the way Joseph’s hair feels around his fingers, on the way his breathing has become more controlled over the weeks they spent training, on the way Joseph’s heart rushes when his hands touch the corners of his eyes to wipe off his tears, on the way his own heart rushes when he even dares to think of Joseph, and he chuckles at his own “ridiculous show of emotions”.

Caesar is no stranger to uncertainty, and is strictly against making promises he knows he can’t keep, but as their shared warmth and fatigue becomes too much for his body to handle, he promises Joseph that he will do whatever it takes to show that scared boy hidden behind a 6’7” man’s enormous body the warmth of love he faintly remembers from his childhood. The warmth of pure, untainted, overwhelming love. No matter if it’s one-sided, no matter if his own inner child must live forever in the cold shell he built when his father left, no matter if it’s refused. As long as Joseph knows, Caesar will be happy, as long as he feels the warmth he deserves, Caesar can live without it, without even recalling how it feels.

Although he seems to remember better than he expected these days.

[flameultra04]

OKAY it’s time for me to talk about my TriForce Heroes, or the Tried Forks, as I occasionally call them. Warning, because I LOVE to ramble about them and their backstories. First of all, art I made since it’s their one year anniversary today.

Okay BUT ANYWAY. I will talk about them because I really haven’t expanded on them here.

- Note: All of them use he/him pronouns

The Green Hero - Link “Sage”

- Full name is Link “Sage” Bryn

- Hyrule’s youngest knight and youngest Sword Master. Of course, he’s the “Hero of Hyrule”, the same hero who saved both Hyrule and Lorule, now living in Hytopia under a different identity, two years after he mysteriously vanished from Hyrule, and has yet to be found. In truth, he decided to distance himself from home because of reasons he doesn’t usually talk about. Mainly concerning his own mental health. He went to quite lengths to hide away, changing his appearance, dyeing his hair blond and wearing different clothes. He also got the name “Sage” only after coming to Hytopia, taking it from the Seven Sages. He stumbled into Hytopia months after Styla’s cursing, eventually registering as their third hero despite not originally wanting to. He ultimately didn’t want to turn his back on Hytopia’s drab and dreary state. He’s a very skilled swordfighter and blacksmith, acting as the team’s courageous bridge and motivation. Despite the brave exterior, he’s not without fears, such as troubles with his previous time as the Hero of Hyrule, though they’ve gotten better with opening up to his team, but there’s the fear that his teammates could be hurt or worse on his watch, and even little things freak him out like rats and paintings. Despite this, he tries to be optimistic when he can, and he’s a good-hearted soul. Speaking of his teammates…

- Grayromantic/Unlabled

The Blue Hero - Royce “Navy”

- Full name is Royce “Navy” Ivan Fletcher

- A young Labrynnan noble who grew bored with his life. He had grown up very shy and sheltered from the outside world, which only made him more curious about it. He realized that he wanted more out of his life, wanted an escape from family, and wanted to be known for things he did, rather than the family he was born into, which is why he rarely ever talks about his family and never mentions what surname he belongs to. He decided to travel to Hytopia not long after Styla was cursed, and arrived around a week before Sage did, becoming the second registered hero. The only reason he goes by “Navy” is for the sake of names fitting with the team. Literally he just takes it from the color. He somewhat idolizes the other two at the start, in fact, he’s the one who realizes Sage’s identity, and eventually confronts him about it. Yeah uhh. Sage isn’t that good at hiding it from these two. Navy’s the brains and wise-guy of the team, the one who actually strategizes. He also became a self taught archer with the journey. He has a bit of a flair for the dramatic, and he’s quite a theater kid, considering he’s a wonderful actor, and something of a makeup artist. He’s very much rich, but definitely not spoiled, as he’s overly generous and kind. Maybe a bit too much. Despite that, he’s a bit snarky can come off as a bit of a smart aleck if bothered enough, though it’s rare to see him actually angry. He’s also sensitive and worries over calling himself a coward, but gains a sense of confidence later on. As for fears, he has a really bad fear of snakes and will freeze if he sees anything that resembles one, then there’s a disliking of cats since most cats seem to despise him for no reason. He just returns the favor. He’s also very uncomfortable with close combat, which is why he opts for archery. Another worry he occasionally has is the possibility that he’s dragging the team down. He often can blame himself for things more than he should. Then there’s the last hero.

- Biromantic, demisexual, gender non conforming

The Red Hero - Cardinal

- Full name is Cardinal Hayes

- A Holodrumian who’s been living in Hytopia for years. He originally came at a young age with his mother, however, she had to go back to Holodrum while he insisted on staying. His mother is really the only family he has, as he never got to know his father and is an only child. Cardinal and his mother write to each other very often and he misses her dearly. He was there the day Styla was cursed, and registered as the first hero almost immediately, but he had to wait for multiple months before getting a full team. Though he somewhat likes the status he gets from being a hero, he mostly registered for the sake of his home, Hytopia, as the whole town lost its identity, nearly becoming a ghost town because of the curse. He was one of the few who walked town with no fear, not believing most rumors running around town. Minus one, specifically the rumor of the ghost wandering town. (Yeah. He’s kinda scared of ghosts) He was somewhat relieved when he had gotten his team, though it took quite a while for him to warm up to Sage and Navy. He acts as the team’s powerhouse. Confident, brash, headstrong and cocky with a short temper. Despite it, he usually means well and does care for peoples’ well being. He hates seeing anyone put themselves down. He also does let the other two live with him after some time. He’s a fire gloves enthusiast, and can be reckless with many things, but cooking isn’t one of them. He’s practically a culinary master. Because of living in Hytopia for such a long time, he’s also fluent in speaking Hytopian (which is basically just French in my headcanon) and occasionally will speak it, though the other two can’t really understand. Despite his tendency to push people away, ironically, isolation and loneliness is his biggest fear, specifically in a situation where he’s not at all in control. He can become overwhelmed, even get very emotional. Another issue he deals with greatly is his self-image. He hates the “weak and emotional” side of himself and will do anything to hide it from others, and he’ll shame himself for it. After the hardships, he does soften up a little and accepts that “weakness” is okay.

- Gay mlm (but he’s not looking for a relationship, won’t be for years), he’s also ace (and on the aro spectrum) but he doesn’t know nor care much.

Appearances

So, the reason as to why they all have their hair. Those obviously aren’t their actual hair and eye colors. See here.

EDIT: [Eyes now have a new ref, see below]

NEW eye color ref

This is them just before they got their hero’s tunics. Once the team formed, there was a spell (EDIT: Now referred to as “The Hero’s Tether”) cast onto them which “bound them together” with the side effects of changing their hair and eye colors. Unfortunately a kinda bad side effect is shared pain. When one gets hurt, the other two feel it as well, but it’s not as bad for them. Despite that, they like keeping the spell. Makes them overall feel more like a team, but the reason why feels strangely beyond their comprehension.

Anyway, I absolutely love to ramble about these guys, and I’m always very much willing to. They’re just really fun to draw and mess around with, what can I say?

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

outsider pov deancas, 2.4k, based after the good finale. for @bloodsigilsandpie <3

"it's happening."

natasha returns to the kitchen, her otherwise suppressed glee betrayed by the glint in her eyes as she declares to the entire room. "they're on a date."

chloe's the first to react, or rather, the spoons in her hand that promptly drop back into the foam are. "no way."

"way." farah rushes close to natasha, gushing. "did they tell you?"

natasha sniffs, depositing the plates in the sink with her back turned to her eager audience.

"do you think they told me?"

she doesn't wait for an answer, turning around and leaning back against the counter.

"of course they didn't tell me. but i," she smirks. "i could tell."

"oh, you could tell." hutch repeats mockingly, and a few others snicker. "nat, we're talking about the trenchcoat dude who never smiles, and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy. no one has ever been able to tell anything with those two. and they don't look anything more than unlikely work friends to me either."

"unlikely work friends don't look at each other like that!" farah chastises immediately.

"fine. unlikely work friends with repressed homosexual urges from the 80's."

"hutch, if you're going to insult my date-dar, do it to my face!" natasha scowls, earning herself another eyeroll and a defensive palms-up gesture from the skeptic sous-chef.

"he literally just did." chloe mutters, ever the devil's advocate, before farah interrupts. she'd always been their resident 'trenchcoat dude who never smiles and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy' shipper. there tend to be one of those for all such couples the waitstaff discusses on the regular, really.

"so, how can you tell? what's different?"

"well for one," natasha grins. "trenchcoat dude's not wearing his trenchcoat."

a commotion of gasps come up from arguably most stations of the kitchen — even those who weren't a part of the discussion before.

"is it on the back of his chair? did car-guy help him take it off?" farah instantly pipes up, her eyes wide and hopeful. (hutch and her are the newest waiters, natasha remembers with a midge of distaste. sometimes it's too obvious.)

"no. it's nowhere in sight." she admits, eyebrows raised.

"maybe it ripped." that's hutch.

"maybe he finally realized that thing was doing nothing for him." dallas. everybody knows he's got a thing for trench coat dude though, so nobody bats an eye.

"maybe car-guy told him." chloe shrugs.

"hey, maybe somebody else did." hutch again.

"that's not the point." natasha butts in. "car-guy's better dressed too. i don't know much about old people fashion — chloe, if you don't stop looking at me like that — but i think ascots are supposed to be fancy."

"he wore a what —" several voices echo, and just then, freya enters the kitchen, beaming. (second year at the diner, loads of tattoos, and has a lovely girlfriend at the domino's across the street. natasha likes her.)

"you guys'll never guess what happened."

hutch and dallas sigh in unison, and farah giggles a little. "you won't guess what happened here either!"

"me first. trenchcoat dude and car-guy are on a date."

chloe snorts, picking up two prepared plates of food from one of the side chef's stations, and setting off out the door freya just entered from. important to find a job-gossip balance and all that.

natasha turns to the new informant. "what did you see?"

"car-guy asked trenchcoat what he wanted for dessert." freya beams.

"this just in, men can learn manners." hutch inputs before exiting with his own tray.

"car-guy might always order the pie but it looks mutual!" farah points out indignantly but he's gone already.

nevermind, he'll be back in five.

"and what did trenchcoat say?" natasha asks, ignoring the other two.

"milkshake," freya replies, writing it on a post-it as she says it.

"one shake, two straws." farah gasps. "come on, frey. tell me it was one shake, two straws."

"two shakes, two straws." she scribbles away.

"maybe they're gonna share both." farah quickly supplies.

"nobody does that, farah." dallas retorts, and natasha makes a face at him, not willing to kill the former's hopes just yet. farah tends to get this forlorn look on her face when things go wrong — and it always reminds natasha of her dead cousin.

she clears her throat.

"look, it can be a date without the shared milkshake, people." a few thoughtful sounds come up, the gates swing, and chloe walks back in. "plus, we've still got all the staring, the lingering looks over the menu, the soulful eyefu —"

"but that's everyday, nat." freya sighs.

"it's different today —"

"— you know it isn't —"

"— and i can prove it." natasha finishes, earning herself looks of surprise from almost everyone around. she can, though. the diner's got a valentines discount on milkshakes all month, she can approach them about it. trenchcoat and car-guy don't have to know it's not just for couples. and on the (really, really) offchance that they aren't one, natasha could always just minus the discount from the total anyway and no one would be the wiser.

the idea had just come to her but she was fairly sure she could swing it.

farah had already picked up a tray with two soup bowls and a dish of croutons, but she puts it down, and replaces the to-be-forlornness with excitement. "how?"

"i'll," natasha smirks again. "talk to them."

another round of gasps. in this kitchen, the people were nothing if not dramatic.

this time, freya's the one who asks, "how?"

"well, i haven't waitressed for twelve years just to go about rattling off trade secrets, kids." natasha winks, and a few of them make indignant noises because only about one third of the staff was what could broadly be called new. most of them had been there for years, and were practically a part of her family now. but she picks up her own tray smoothly, conveniently having been slid to her counter just then, and sets off — to an audience of hopeful believers (and dallas)'s matching stares.

(natasha isn't exactly free of the flair for drama she'd just accused everyone in this kitchen of.)

once outside, she makes a beeline for the table her tray is actually for, leaves them it, and quickly heads for the infamous trenchcoat and car-guy table.

this is so going to work.

"so then i cut his —" car-guy stops mid-sentence, spotting her. a part of natasha seethes to know what he 'cut off', but being fodder for the kitchenstaff's are-they-dating games didn't take away their rights to privacy, and she respected those. the car-guy smiles shortly at her. "what's the matter," his eyes flick down to her nametag, flick right back. (definitely a good sign; most men linger.) "natasha?"

she puts on her best smile. "it's about the milkshakes."

"is there a problem?" car-guy eases into a wider smile. "do you not have them, not a single one, and do we have to order pie instead?"

car-guy's partner shakes his head exasperatedly. "dean, i hardly think that's what she'd be here about."

"well, a guy's gotta dream." car-guy — dean — instantly says, and goes back to his burger while trenchcoat speaks up instead.

"what's the matter?"

natasha doesn't let her smile budge. it's a hell of a customer service smile, she's been told. "i actually came here to ask if you would like me to add the date dessert discount on the milkshake. it's an all-february thing. not on all items." she clarifies, a reflexive response for why it hasn't come up before.

genius.

dean looks a little cornered — trenchcoat just looks confused.

"i don't understand." he says, after a moment's pause. "the milkshakes cost less just if dean and i are here on a date...?"

"it's not —" she balks a little at his seriousness. "it's actually not that big of a difference."

"that's...alright." trenchcoat tilts his head, and natasha suddenly realizes she's physically fighting the urge to stare. shit, dallas isn't half-wrong. "but why just milkshakes?"

dean lets out an uncomfortable laugh. "capitalism trying to crap all over the free man's heart and the supremacy of pie not enough reason for ya, cas?"

natasha stifles a smile.

that's actually a good line. maybe car-guy deserves more credit than just loyal-to-the-pie.

trenchcoat — okay, cas, at least while she's out here — still looks a little doubtful (and she has no idea why) but he nods at dean, and then looks up at her and nods again. "add the discount."

natasha has to resist the urge to let her jaw drop.

this entire conversation, she'd practically been sure they were heading towards a rejection of the 'date' clause. and her gut told her they weren't lying either.

well, well. always thrilling to be right.

"and thank you for telling us about it." cas continues, and her practised smile returns immediately. probably a little less obligatory.

"of course."

and dean still looks like he'd rather cut more whatever-he-was-talking-about's off rather than be here right now, so natasha goes to leave. but cas stops her right before she's out of reach.

"excuse me." he's the one smiling this time. "if you're not busy right away, could you tell us what other items are eligible for the february date discount?"

dean facepalms. "come on, dude."

cas gives him a look — and natasha was right, of course she was right, that's not a exasperated 'friend' look. "i'd like to know, dean."

to natasha's knowledge, they've never had trouble paying for anything before (hernandez, she thinks one of their surnames is, she's seen it on a card) but she can't object to 'cas' asking, of course. curiosity is also a well-off man's right.

"why?" dean asks vehemently, before she can start to rattle off the list.

"because," cas answers levelly. actually, he kind of sounds like he's using his dad voice. maybe he is a dad. "i think it's strange that we've never gotten the discount before, while we've been eating lunch here almost this entire month."

it's again hard for natasha to not just stare gapmouthed at them.

"those have been dates." she realizes belatedly and out loud, and receives a weird, distasteful look from dean, and an immediate nod from cas that makes her blurt out, "so this isn't your...first date."

they're dating.

oh, farah was going to lose her mind.

"is that a requisite clause?" cas asks politely, while dean just scrubs his face with a hand.

"no." she tells cas truthfully. "i'm sorry, i just assumed it was. your first, i mean."

"lady, we certainly don't look first date aged to me." dean butts in, not hostile, but like it's something that irks him. "and we've been married four years, so one would desperately hope it's not our first date, y'know."

married.

they're friggin' married.

natasha is an idiot, and her date-dar is probably due for an early retirement.

they've been married for four years.

"i'm...very sorry." she apologizes, mortified. "i had no idea. i —"

"it's fine." this time, dean's smiling, and cas's confused frown is back. it's like they take turns. natasha is almost grateful for it, to be fair, because both those smiles directed at her would've been a helluva lot more distracting. "really doesn't matter. and yeah, sure, add the milkshake discount but don't worry about the list of items." he turns to cas. "just have sam look it up for you when we get home. please."

cas seems to be prepared to acquiesce to that but natasha can't help her own curiosity this time. "is that your son?"

and she's halfway to regretting it the moment she registers having said it, even though thankfully neither of them look too offended. in fact, cas is back to smiling.

"he's dean's brother." cas tells her. "he's the one with jack right now." he pauses. "it's easier because he and eileen live with us."

"yeah, an in-house sitter who doesn't even like going out is really a department we won in." dean grins, solely at cas. as if he's momentarily forgotten all about natasha's presence (that had clearly been making him uncomfortable talking in front of, earlier) in just looking at his husband. natasha sends out a quick pre-prayer for farah. "sucks for eileen though."

"eileen is very happy with your brother, dean." cas chastises, his eyes nothing but affectionate even then, and natasha's head reels with how much she has to tell the waitstaff today.

they're going to friggin' adore her.

"so jack is your son," she confirms, less wary of their reaction to her question now that they looked to have settled into their own silent conversation.

"he's our son, yes." cas replies, simply.

"like, you and him." she flashes a smile at dean.

"us and sam." cas corrects, and dean facepalms again. for her part, natasha can do little more than blink.

"but —"

"it's complicated." dean cuts her off suddenly, and she flinches. he didn't even deny it, just...sidestepped it.

"i — i see." natasha clears her throat, still looking at cas in bewilderment.

cas probably doesn't notice because he's talking to dean again. "it's significantly less complicated than claire's parentage, dean. she has over six parental —"

jesus christ.

"aaand that's enough trivia for date night." dean interrupts loudly again, definitely for the best, because natasha was standing there like a thoughtless statue at this point. his raised voice shakes her out of her reverie, and she vaguely calculates the chances of crashing into a table if she tried to walk away right away.

"i'll," she mumbles instead, drawing in a breath forcefully. "i'll be back with your milkshakes."

"thank you!" cas calls after her as she half wobbles on her heels back to the kitchen.

inside, she puts her empty tray on the metal counter and her hands on both sides of it, bowing her head, and almost immediately ending up surrounded by a plethora of people — most of whom, in normal circumstances, would just have been eavesdropping from their respective stations.

farah's the first to ask, followed by hutch.

"so?"

"what did you find out?"

natasha closes her eyes. "they're married."

this time, the commotion is the largest yet. but she isn't done.

"and every single one of their meals here have been dates." freya pumps her fist, chloe squeezes farah's hand, and dallas tsks under his breath. the 'gallery' watchers appear ready to join in the cheering as well today. but the entire kitchen senses she isn't done yet, and waits fidgetingly for the rest of it.

"and," natasha swallows. "they're almost definitely in a cult."

[goshikitsutomusmommy]

“Incorrect Quotes with Haikyuu Boys„

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10

Synopsis : Different Quotes From Brooklyn-Nine-Nine (and F.R.I.E.N.D.S) as Haikyuu Characters

Genre : Comedy , slight romance

Paring(s) : Osamu x reader , Atsumu x reader , Shirabu x reader , slight Iwaizumi x reader , slight Kyoutani x reader

Word Count : 0.83k

Warning(s) : She/her pronouns used , slight mention of suicidal joke , timeskip spoilers

Masterlist Link : Here

Osamu : *About to leave*.

[Name] : Aren’t you forgetting something?

Osamu : *Kisses forehead and heads out*.

[Name] : No! Pay the bill!

Part 1/4

Suna : [Name] hasn’t taken her eyes off her phone in two hours. First to make her look up wins the pot.

Aran : I’m in. A bet which improves someone’s manners? Double score!

Atsumu : Too bad, guys, a got this in the bag. A used to distract ‘er from ‘er phone all the time when we were smoochin’ buds.

Suna : Ugh, ew.

Aran : Yeah...

Part 2/4

*Atsumu tries walking seductively towards manager*

Atsumu : Hey, girl.

[Name] : *Throws nearby binder at his crotch*.

Atsumu : *Groaning*, Catch ya later...

Part 3/4

Suna : Mid morning dance party! *Turns on disco music on speaker*.

*Manager dancing to the music without looking up from her phone*

Suna : She’s dancing even better than normal.

Part 4/4

Aran : Oh god, did ya hear that George W. Bush died?

[Name] : *Still not looking up*, Who dat?

*Manager feeling down*

Semi : You’re a good manager. Do not beat yourself up about that.

[Name] : I’m not a good manager. I’m an amazing manager. And I’ll never forgive myself.

Shirabu : I didn’t understand why people care so much about their dumb love interests till I got a dumb girlfriend myself. I’ve only been with [Name] for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

*Karasuno mentoring elementary students for the day*

Part 1/3

[Name], to two young girls : Okay, you two are obviously the alphas. You’re dating the blond kid and you like Filipino Bieber but you’re worried he’s still into Little-Miss-Side-Braid-Janky-Purse. Haha! I know so much. Hi, I’m [Name]. Hey~!

Part 2/3

Daichi : Great. So can you take over with the kids for a bit?

Asahi : Of course! I’m amazing with kids!

*Daichi leaves momentarily*

Asahi : *Nervous laughter*, I’m terrible with kids. I don’t know the lingo. You have to do this!

[Name] : I can’t, Hina is in the bathroom right now freaking out because Yui made out with Akira even though she knows Mei’s into him. Unless you want the Spring Dance to be a total drama fest, I have to be there for her.

Part 3/3

Daichi : Oh, uh, [Name], Akito-Sensei said you had a real impact on those kids. Apparently, you were just named Spring Dance Princess somehow...?

[Name] : Mhmm, what am I always telling you guys? I’m royalty.

[Name] : Apparently, he’s very into bird watching, so talking to a woman should blow his mind. And talking to this *Gestures to self*, woman, it could kill him.

Yachi : *Taking notes*.

*Meeting Seijoh for the first time as their manager*

[Name] : Hi. [Surname] [Name], the human form of the 100 emoji.

*Iwaizumi having a hand wrestle with Kyotani*

[Name] : Guys, take off your shirts! It’s restricting your body movements.

*Kageyama and Hinata in the boys bathroom trying to be discreet about a secret*

Kageyama : No one can know about this, understood?

Hinata : Understood.

[Name] : Understood.

*Kageyama and Hinata visibly alarmed*

[Name] : *Entering their stall*, What? I hang out in the men’s bathroom all the time. The acoustics are amazing~.

{Exceeded limited pics, pretend for me😁}

*Aged up*

*At [Name]’s apartment*

Part 1/2

Semi : Then you distract her a Barbie doll.

Shirabu : *Deep in thought*.

[Name] : Or... You could just, you know... *Pushes Shirabu aggressively onto already broken fridge*.

[Name] : *Mouth gaping dramatically*.

Shirabu : What the hell are you doing?!

[Name] : Wh... What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?! You just broke my fridge!

Shirabu : What?! How do you know if—... *Deep breathe* How do you know if it’s even broken?

[Name] : Oh, you think I don’t know what breaks my fridge? Excuse me! *Opens fridge door*, Well, what do you know? Broken! That’ll be ¥45 thousand.

Semi : [Name], I saw you push him.

[Name] : Semi, remember what I told you when our fridge broke? I still haven’t gotten the check for your half yet.

Shirabu : Do not give her any money.

[Name] : I’m talking to you, you broke my fridge!

Part 2/2

[Name] : You owe me ¥45 thousand.

Goshiki : Okay, sure!

[Name] : Really?!

Goshiki : Yeah, yeah. Oh, wait! Technically, you owe me ¥70 thousand for sending happy thoughts on your last ten auditions.

[Name] : *Silence*, ... Call it even?

Goshiki : Okay!

{Pretend this is a header too <33}

*Timeskip*

*[Name] walks in Sugawara’s elementary classroom*

[Name] : Suga, can I talk to you? It’s urgent.

Sugawara : Yeah, sure...

[Name] : Okay, Daichi and Asahi are running a little late today for our hangout.

Sugawara : But, what’s wrong with them?

[Name] : Nothing, why?

Sugawara : [Name], you said it was urgent.

[Name] : Oh, yeah, it is. I’m going to the movies and it starts in, like, five minutes.

Sugawara : Do you realize I have a classroom full of students?

[Name] : Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so rude! *Turns to talk to the students*, Does anyone want to come to the movies?

{Again, pretend this is a header plsss}

Author’s Note : I just made the masterlist and it took me a while to figure out how to link it to my bio🤕🤕 if you wanna check out my work, here is the link

[snedic]

Medic Headcanons

His father was an esteemed Medical Doctor

His father was ruthless, in both his studies and home life. Extremely strict and borderline neglectful. Actually neglectful when it came to affection and the actually raising a child part of parenting.

He always liked pigeons (doves, he thought. He didn’t know the difference as a kid.) They were thought of as a nuisance by many but they were so pretty and friendly! One particular morning dove came to him every morning to be fed. He always snuck a bit of toast out for it. 

Medic’s last name is Ludwig, his mothers surname who passed when he was young. No one would realize he is his fathers son because he took his mother maiden name. 

From a young age he had an interest in science. At one point he was going in the direction of homeopathic medicine. He thought it would distract his morbid curiosities. And it did. Until he got bored.

It got to a certain point where he was scared of being like his father. 

He ended up becoming a surgeon, the Hippocratic oath like a splinter in his mind at all times.

When he was offered a deal with RED it was perfect! He gets to perform unethical procedures on patients who are being reimbursed for the trauma experience and can always be healed to their previous state.

This is when he really starts doing shit just to do it. 

He has a notebook that he kept through his early life full of random questions and ideas. 

Baboon uterus ? ? ?  Takes up a whole page, scrawled in frantic letting like he wrote in a fevered break from sleep.

[nxtsnw]

P1: Please could it be a mikey oneshot leaving a male reader; I leave it days before the dissolution of Touman with the excuse of "I like another person more, I don't love you anymore and I don't want to see you again" it may be that I don't want to hurt him or something like that, in the end ReaderMale! he takes it badly at first but over time he recovers and becomes a famous Idol that is everywhere, not only is an Idol but has a presence in the underworld (something +

°Mikey x Male reader°

plot: After the breakup between Mikey and MaleReader, their two paths split. The reader, after an unexpected glow-up and after both have apparently moved on, meet again, Mickey as the leader of the Bonten and the reader as a very famous idol.

author note: I also read the pt.2! I apologize if I changed it slightly, I did everything possible to respect it. Thank you for the request!

word count: 1k

warning: angst, break up

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The weather that day was so hot, but it wasn't a pleasant heat, it was quite the opposite. Y/n was going to meet Mikey, his boyfriend for a year now. He noticed his bright blonde hair from afar so he decided to run up to him and hug him from behind.

"Heyy Mikey" he yelled.

"mh" he replied looking at him from top to bottom.

"What happens?"

"I leave you," he said with that a weird calm and his eyes staring at him and waiting for a reaction.

"Ahaha this is funny" answered y/n.

"I'm not kidding, it's over between us, I'm no longer in love with you. I'm sorry, but it's time for me to open a new chapter in my life."

A slight shiver ran down the y/n back.

"Wait, did I do something wrong?"

"No, I already told you, I'm not in love with you anymore."

How was it possible? Why should he leave him like this?.

He could still feel the blond's gaze on him and didn't dare to raise his head. He took a deep breath and mentally slapped himself.

"Goodbye then." he continued without expressing any kind of emotion.

"Goodbye."

So that completely unexpected conversation ended. And for y/n began one of the hardest times ever. Even just to realize what had happened took him several weeks(maybe months), which were lived in a very bad way by the boy.

Acceptance was a hard thing and just as he was returning to the bad habit of smoking he was stopped by a strange man.

“Wait for a second please, don't quit smoking that cigarette. And please, let me take some pictures of you. "

Surprised and scared, the boy decided to walk away.

"Wait up! Believe me, I'm (his name and his surname), a famous photographer ”he continued showing him a tag that confirmed his previous words.

"Please, just a photo?" and so the boy agreed.

So the photo was taken and the photographer came over to show it to him.

At first glance, not even the same y/n could be recognized, he seemed so different from the last time he had seriously looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't see himself in that photo he had just taken.

"When I became like that?..." he spoke aloud when he was still deep in his thoughts. So much so that the photographer looked at him with a bewildered face.

“Don't like the photo? I'm sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" The boy shook his head no.

“Oh thank god, I also wanted to ask if you would give me permission to publish this photo on my new photo album due out next month,” he asked, clasping his hands. After he noticed the boy's troubled expression, he continued saying: "You can also receive money and be contacted later by different modeling agencies, I think you have this potential."

A job and some money would not have been bad .. the young man accepted and the two traded their phone number.

But before he could think of anything else, he remembered his change in physical appearance. He immediately went home to look in the mirror. In the street, while he ran, he saw himself in a shop window, he noticed the changes in the body.

They weren't that obvious, but to him, it felt so different, developed. The more he looked at himself the more he was convinced of how much prettier he had become.

Self-conviction? Had he had the famous post-breakup glow-up without realizing it? Was it possible? Was there any entity unknown to him involved?

Arriving at random he noticed even the smallest details of his face, had he always been this attractive?

Thanks to that funny meeting were the beginning of a new life for the boy.

After the photographer's album began to be printed, he noticed his inbox filled with inquiries from various fashion agencies.

They just asked him for a meeting to see if they could hire him, and reading the pay he didn't think twice about accepting.

He came from the first agency that contacted him, and after a short interview, he was hired. It was all happening so fast, the long time after parting with Mikey seemed to have almost vanished from the boy's mind.

In no time at all, he began to have great success in many magazines, and his fandom began to grow. Real people stopped him on the street to ask him for a photo and how beautiful he was. The agencies organized real meetings for the boy's fans.

He met some of his old school friends (with whom he had had some bullying problems) who didn't recognize him in the least...

Everyone had begun to love and idolize him. The creepy and weird thing is that it all happened within 6 months, all that fast? How was that possible? Often y/n stopped to wonder how it was possible, and always tried to find out how it could have happened, but he never found anything rational. ( I'm so sorry, I have never read "lookism" yet, I tried my best to find information <3)

And so winter had arrived, the cold now surrounded him.

He had just finished his shift at the agency and had decided to go get a hot chocolate in his trusted bar. As soon as he entered he noticed a new boy, he was tall with green eyes and dark hair he was really cute.

The boy had been working in that bar for a short time, and it was he who served him. Along with his hot chocolate, he gave to him a note with his phone number, hoping that y/n would contact him.

So that's what he did, he had finally overcome the breakup with Mikey, he was finally ready to start a new life, and finally sentimentally too.

Months and years go by. The relationship between the two boys seems to have improved and thanks to his work he becomes more and more famous. A real Idol, with a little secret, he hadn't yet explained the change that had radically changed his life.

Did some divinity have anything to do with it?

Because of his job he had not been allowed to have a boyfriend, so he had invented and hired him as a "personal bodyguard", so he was able to find an excuse to spend more time with his boyfriend.

They were walking arm in arm under light snow when he saw what he never wanted to see.

There was Mikey. That Mikey. He was sitting on a bench and always kept his lost gaze on some buildings. Was he there on purpose or for simple deals?

He had a hard time recognizing him, Mikey had cut his hair even though he still had that different sheen, but it looked just fine. He was thin and pale in the face, but the most noticeable thing was two dark circles under his eyes that made him look more tired and almost sick.

After a while, Mikey turned to his side.

"Look, let's go if we change our way," he asked his boyfriend.

"Um okay, but what's going on?"

"Nothing, don't worry..." but at that moment he realized that he could no longer escape. He had long since overcome that breakup.

"We can continue from here too," he continued, smiling and taking his boyfriend by the hand.

Meanwhile, a tall pink-haired boy had caught up with Mikey and they were heading in the direction of y/n.

He seemed to be going smoothly until the two ex-boyfriends stopped at the same time.

"Hi Mikey"

No reply.

"Now pretend you don't even know me eh"

Mikey looked up, but this time, in addition to the usual air of defiance, he looked seriously surprised, almost scared?

"Hi y/n, how long has it been?"

But who could know him better than y/n? They had been together for a year, by now he knew that expression perfectly. He knew that at that moment Mikey was confused but he didn't want to show it.

How were they supposed to react?

That question was creeping into both of them, but neither of them seemed able to react.

Did he get over it? What had happened all that time? And who were the new respective partners?

For these questions it will still take some time to get answers and who knows if they will ever have them ;)

I hope you'll like it<3