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— [ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 . . . 𝟐 .ᐟ ]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sanji, zoro, mihawk, buggy × gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: not proofread and rushed,, it's not as wholesome as the first and more calm + horny my bad, lowercase, gets a bit explicit with sanji and buggy at the end... i am deeply sorry not. rest is sfw, fluff, and... fluff. usage of "baby, sweetness, honey, good boy" (and... others? i forgot) in all of them except zoro's, lots of caresses and kisses! these are rather short,, anddd dripping divider by @ benkeibear :) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you couldn't help but share the sudden warmth you felt with them, resulting in... a lot of kisses! ... and more. part one is here!! though idk should i repost it? since it's in my archived blog— eh idk maybe not.

— 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈, wc. 699

"sanji... honey..."

a very pleasant smell engulfed the kitchen. sweet and homely, a dish that piqued your appetite. seagulls could be heard outside the sunny, the sun rising slowly to greet all those who continued their lives.

and then there were you two, already awake. sanji always got up earlier, and so you did too, wanting to keep him company at such early hours. you could still hear sanji's wails and the rivers of tears plopping onto the wood at your kind gestures, and you swore you saw the sunny sweatdrop that day. (you were definitely not imagining things...)

"hmm? yes, love?"

his voice was your greatest weakness. freshly awake, groggy with sleep... if only you could both rest right now — what you'd do to feel him tend to your scalp, brushing his treasured fingers upon you, perhaps humming a tune in your ears. you remembered his words: "because my love for you is so profound, i can't contain it" and now, every time he murmurs, you melt a little more, thinking of what he said. of course, not all the time, sometimes he just does it.

sadly, however, you couldn't go back to sleep. he had to cook, and he was going to treat you with the most delicious, mouthwatering breakfast ever, but you'd still be disappointed since what you wanted was... something else. you were so spoiled...

"i think i could get something else for breakfast... it's fine, right?"

now, you know sanji despised wasting food. it wouldn't really be a problem considering luffy, but... why didn't you say anything?

he glanced at you from his shoulder, a bit perplexed. he felt his heart flutter as you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your face on his tender nape.

"sweetness?"

"... those are definitely sweet," you pointed at the pancakes, already smiling, "but i think you're sweeter."

it was only morning, damnit. and yet here he was, already blushing, cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink. a small chuckle rumbled from his chest, the cook lowering the heat as the first batch was ready, before turning to you and pressing a tender kiss upon your forehead.

"you do, love?"

"mhm. and, you know, i'd really like if you gave me some of your love right now. i think that's the most sweet... 'm thinking about just sitting here and kissing you all over while telling you "i love you, i love you, i love you" ," you brought his hand to your chest, smiling at how his visible eye softened. "feels really warm right here, just thinking 'bout it..." you were so wonderful that sanji might just die on the spot.

"oh, love... you can't just say those things so early..."

"hmm? and why not?"

"... m—might faint."

fainting in your arms didn't sound so bad though, he thought dreamily.

"ppff... if you faint, i won't shower you with kisses."

"i won't faint."

you giggled at his suddenly determined tone. tenderly brushing your lips around the side of his neck, you nudged his jaw, sliding your hands under his shirt, feeling him tense beneath your skimming fingers. his flesh felt firmer to the touch, lineaments of his abdomen and torso defined with each part you mapped.

"hmm... i love you so much, sanji. really love you, hon."

"... a—ah, getting handsy, aren't you?"

you loved how he got so flustered with just a couple of touches. he shuddered as you placed your hand on the crook of his neck, pulse quickening beneath your thumb. he was rather sensitive, there, too...

"you— you know, i, hnngh, think you're the sweetest..." he whimpered, his slender fingers finding your tantalizing ones.

"hmmm? is that so, honey?"

"y—yes — ohh... love..."

you were gliding dangerously lower...

"mmm... you're so hard, sanji." oh... "i think you should relax a bit before cooking..." oh my... "it's so early... you need proper rest." ba-dump.

"... i—i do, don't i? heh... hehe..."

"yeah, you do. come on... i'll show you just how sweet i am. will give you all my love. you want that, baby?"

"oh, ooh please... goodness, don't—don't hold back, mon ange..."

"mhm... good boy. relax..."

and soft moans soon filled the piquant kitchen — followed by smooches, wet sounds, and declarations of love from both ends.

you truly were the sweetest in his eyes.

— 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎, wc. 388

"zoro... your face looks pretty kissable today."

sometimes, zoro had no idea what went through your head. you've both been sitting on the deck, zoro against the mast and you lying your head on his lap. he was going to take a nap but it seemed you were feeling chatty, so he decided to entertain you for a little while before he dozed off.

he had no idea what you were thinking, but he liked it.

"does it?" he mumbled, gazing down at you to see you shift in his lap, eyebrow raising as you got up and cuddled to his side, chin on his shoulder. he tilted his head slightly, seeing your pupils dilating at the sight of him; already quite big as the sun was setting. he smirked, though the expression on your face only made his heart beat faster.

you looked completely smitten.

"yep. very."

"hmm..."

smooch. smooch. smooch.

"oi..."

and he probably did, too, in his own way. he couldn't see it, but you did. how he relaxed, how he so softly sighed. you smiled, realizing just how much he laid himself bare to you. it wasn't the same trust he shared with luffy, no. it was something more intimate. something... sweeter. and with each osculate to his neck and jaw, zoro loosened just a bit further, his consciousness slowly slipping away.

"hm. thought you said my face." yet, he still taunted you, with that stupid smug grin on his lips. you rolled your eyes, continuing to pamper him with love.

"shut up. mm..."

smooch.

"love you, zoro. so much."

you slowly pushed him down on the floor, the swordsman tensing a little before following your silent command. you lay on his body, his arms splayed on the wood, eye closed as you kissed his eyelid, brow, and nose. a reddish hue colored his cheeks, chuckling as your tiny, adoring pecks tickled his skin.

so lovely.

" 'that so..?"

"yeah."

your eyes mitigated further, noting the corners of his mouth curve up more. you were lucky...

"mhh... y'know, i think you look pretty kissable today, too."

he'll rearrange his naps, just for you. with a kiss to your lips, he sealed the unspoken "i love you" with his tender actions — his heart all yours.

and he'd care for your own... like one of his swords.

— 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊, wc. 338

perona was speechless. she knew, she knew. she knew that you were dracule's lover...

"miiiiihaaawk... will you look at me?"

but what she witnessed was as surprising as the first time you told her that.

you grinned at the sighing warlord, shutting his book as you've been pestering him for minutes. arms wrapped around him, kisses to his neck — he wasn't a man easily swayed, even by you. the armchair leaned back as he finally eased, your form against his soft.

"... do you have nothing to do?" he huffed, rather tired of your games. interrupting him was almost sin; perona had no idea how you lived. were these the privileges of being dracule mihawk's partner? he treated you so differently... how could you even fall for someone as brooding as him? every time she did something nice, like give him pastries or clean the castle as she had nothing to do, he'd ignore her completely. (though he appreciated it.)

"i do. i'm loving you." yet here he was, letting you speak and do as you wished with a faint smile on his face. he looked like a big cat.

"something other than that."

"hmm... no. i wanna love you right now."

the longer she watched from her little corner, the more her mind crumbled.

"... you're impossible."

"but you love me too. like how i love you. i love you a lot."

you were so... mushy. something that did not connect to mihawk at all — unless you were around. his actions conveyed what he felt, even if they were scarce at the moment.

"you..."

"like, a looot. you know? a lot. i really do."

but... no words would topple from his mouth, perona was sure of that.

"i reciprocate." incredibly sure.

"c'mon, say it." there was no way.

"... i love you too."

"there you go. good boy."

he could only sigh at your antics — though inside he felt as warm as a star. after that, perona left her hiding spot and dragged her jaw that sat on the floor.

— 𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍, wc. 426

buggy was not happy.

he was not happy you gave him a kiss, in front of his whole crew, completely unbothered as you pretty much established he was yours. he did not like it. at all.

"just..! what do you think you're doing?! kissing me out of nowhere? they have no idea we're together! what if someone took a photo!—"

"did i tell you?"

"—tell me what?"

you chuckled while he blinked. it was always funny how simple it was to make him stop; one word and he'd immediately listen to you. it was as if his own temporarily had no weight, just to hear your own thoughts, only to slander them later or actually agree with them.

most of the time, he ended up stuttering. you loved how much he hated you teasing him; it became your favorite pastime.

"you look incredibly cute." your grin always meant trouble.

"my nose looks redder than usual??"

your chuckle the last sound he heard,

"no. you, look, cute. cute. adorable. precious." and your words forever his downfall.

you could see his cheeks gaining color, a pretty rouge that matched his lipstick and nose, mirth decorating your face at the view. he was just so, so so cute. but when he snorted and flailed his hands around with parts of his body floating at the use of his devil fruit... that's when he got even cuter.

"y—you say that all the time!" he squeaked and pointed at you, stomping closer to you to somehow look "threatening". in reality, he was just a cub. you kept on smiling, looking at him with an adoring gaze that managed to make his poor heart stop — your affection a treat he relished.

"i mean it." plus, when your voice had that adoring tone... he could do nothing but take what you said. maybe he was just making a big deal out of things...

"w—well! of course you mean it, hahaha! i'm... buggy the... aah..."

his eyes almost popped out of his sockets as you got closer to him; wrapping your arms around his waist, teeth nibbling his neck. a tiny, soft moan that made you shudder left buggy's lips, already trembling.

oh...

"... mm... love you so much, baby. 'm sure they don't mind the kiss... come here."

he could barely get a word in, before his squeals and whimpers reached even those outside, as all of his skin got caressed by your lips. soon, he was screaming "i love you too!" and your stunt was the last thing he thought about.

[adventuringblind]

If you’re still taking requests, can you please write a wolff!reader x charles leclerc fic? And they’re secretly engaged and in love and toto finds out and he doesn’t want them together and tries to break them up. Maybe they break up for toto and then he sees how sad they are w/o each other and how happy they were together? Angst to fluff and happy ending please 😭💕💕 Tysmmm i love your work sm

Romeo and Juliet

Charles Leclerc X Wolff!Reader

Genre: ANGST lots of it but a happy fluffy ending

Request: yes, and forbidden love? Yes please! Sorry if this is darker then you were thinking… I got a little carried away 😅. I am open for requests! Mainly for Max, Charles, Oscar, Lando, Daniel, and George.

Summary: Reader and Charles are in love. Unfortunately for them, Toto is determined to keep them apart.

Warnings: Angry Toto, sad reader, Charles trying to problem solve. MENTIONS OF SH but not description of it, MENTIONS OF SUICIDAL IDEATION but again nothing descriptive, bullying and toxic media.

Notes: written in third person. Please like, comment, and reblog. I like to hear from y'all. It makes me feel like a celebrity 🥹.

Also, I've sent up my account to let tips be enabled. I was debating whether or not to say this because i dont want to sound like im begging, but frankly, people opinions do not matter me me. If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider tipping my posts or my blog. I put a lot of effort into my writing, and it would mean the world to me. Obviously, I won't have my feelings hurt if you ignor this, but I wanted to put it out there.

Masterlist

She’d never been quite sure how it happened. How she managed to find her soulmate. The two are meant for each other. The only downside is that she is living a Romeo and Juliet parody.

Being a Wolff meant spending majority of her time around the race track or at the factory. From the time she was little, she was following her dad around.

Toto never had any hard and fast rules regarding being friends with people from other teams. He couldn’t stop her from being friends with those she spent majority of her time around. He did, however, have rules about dating. Mainly not to date a driver and if she was then he would allow a Mercedes driver.

So her options were Lewis and George. She liked both, but not in any romantic way. They are her brothers. She annoys them and them tease her and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her and Charles had been friends since he first started with AlfaRomeo. The two clicked instantly and talked constantly. She was the first person he looked for after a good race or a bad one. He was her everything and she was his.

Four years later they started dating. Secretly, of course, because she didn’t want her dad smashing anymore headphones. They made it work and were willing to do what it took.

It helped that she already lived in Monaco since that’s where majority of her friends lived. It made sense why they would ‘run into each other’ so often since they live in a small place.

George found out by accident right before a race. He’d found her phone in the ground. It had fallen out of her pocket and she’d not noticed. When she had noted it’s disappearance, she tried to locate it by calling it with Charles phone.

George took one look at the caller ID and knew. The less then friendly contact name, mix of heart emoji’s, and Charles contact photo gave it away. He answered anyways. If Charles knew where she was then at least he could give her phone back.

“Hello, this is George.” He only got silence in return. “Hello…?”

“Please tell me you didn’t see the called name.” Came her voice from the other end. The desperation in your voice making him chuckle. He was never going to let her live this down.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Now can you please come get your phone.”

The two lovebirds were able to make more things work after. Being able to have George cover form them helped immensely. Dates became more frequent. Places they wouldn’t normally go were suddenly a possibility.

Lewis caught on eventually. He saw right past the sheepish smiles of George and Y/N. While she was sneaking back in the garage through George’s driver room.

Between George and Lewis the teasing only escalated, but the two of them were the best possible wingmen she could have asked for. They managed to distract her father away when she was cutting things close.

It didn’t last forever though. The ending of Romeo and Juliet isn’t a happy one.

Someone had managed to take a picture of them kissing. It was a cute picture. Charles kissing her on what was supposed to be a private beach during the sunset. A picture that she woke up to circling the medial faster that the cars on race day.

Charles woke up to her rapid breathing. Her phone lighting up the dark room with constant notifications. Charles wrapped his arms around her. “It’s alright amour. We’ll figure this out on day at a time.

Things were weird after that. She clung to Charles as she was ripped to shred by the media, the fans, and her father.

She was being called a traitor to her fathers team. Her father had labeled her disrespectful. It was an utter nightmare.

The two Mercedes boys stood protectively behind her. Toto’s voice getting louder by the second. She was still sitting in the chair opposite his. Her eyes downcast to the lightly colored desk.

“I don’t understand why you chose him. A rival team! How do I know your not telling him everything about our operations?” Toto’s voice was laced with venom. This arms waving around to exaggerate his point.

“Because I love him. And I would never do that to you.” She wanted to stay strong, but the tears were threatening to spill over.

“I don’t want to see you back here until you two are broken up.” He turned his back to her.

She quickly exited, George following close behind her. Lewis remained in the office.

“I think you’re being too hard on her.” Lewis pointed out. Still leaning in the wall close to the door. His arms crossed over his chest, staring at the team principal he holds immense respect for.

“Aren’t you concerned at all?”

“No, she loves her family to much to do anything like that.” Then he left. Finding the girl he considered his sister clinging to George’s shirt.

Both of them had seen the comments. Both had been asked about it during interviews. Both had told their fans to leave her alone. It hurt both of them to see how people were treating her. The names they felt no remorse for spewing. It made them sick.

Charles’ fans were not any better. He hated seeing them tell her nasty things. Spreading rumors they knew nothing about.

He’d tried reassuring her constantly that she is his everything, but he knew she was losing her family. The last thing he wanted to happen. He wanted to protect her from this. Guilt wracking his body because he felt powerless to do anything.

When he found her that day, sobs wracking her body as she went to find him, he knew how he could help her. The last option either of them wanted.

“I love you so much.” He said, cupping her cheek gently, letting the tears roll down his cheeks and attempting to wipe away hers. “But I don’t want you to lose your family because of me.”

Charles called George that day to tell him want he was going to do. George having understood his actions and promised to be there for her. So when the broken girl showed up at his house that night, eyes red and puffy, he’d already been ready for her. Carmen making sure that she had extra clothes for her in case she ended up staying awhile.

Charles’ next stop was to see Toto. The older man hardly sparing him a glance as he walked into the office. “I’m sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused you.” He started. Toto still faced the wall, refusing to look at him. Something Charles was grateful for. “Me and your daughter have parted ways. So, I’ll hope you’ll allow her to stay with her family. Neither of us wanted things to happen this way. But I’d rather lose her then watch her lose everything she’s grown up with and worked for.”

Charles waited a moment to see if he’d get a response before turning around and ducking out of the office.

He stayed with Pierre that night. Broken and defeated. His heart heavy with the sadness and longing to be with the woman he loved so dearly.

The media didn’t stop though. The news around them still trending. People still feeling the need to voice their disgusting comments.

Toto had tried to connect with his daughter, but received no response. In fact, nobody had. She hadn’t been to a race in months. Both George and Lewis had tried calling and texting her only to receive nothing in return. She hadn’t even read their messages.

Charles was hurting as well. He didn’t want to cause her anymore pain. So he distanced himself from everything that related to her. Carlos and Pierre had been watching his behavior. His head clearly not in a good place mentally. They were running out of ideas in how to help him.

Lewis was the one who caved first. He’d given her enough space, now it was time to invade it. He dragged George with him to her apartment in Monaco one morning. Determined to see proof that she was at least breathing.

When they got no answer, they searched for the spare key. The one she hid in the light above her front door. Relief flooding them both as George managed to locate it.

When they finally got the door open, they were greeted with the dark apartment. It looked like no one lived there. The fridge was empty and the cupboards almost mirrored it, aside from the open box of your favorite cereal.

There was broken glass along the counters and floor. Pictures had been taken off the walls. A few empty bottles of alcohol lay strewn along flat surfaces.

The woman they’d been looking for was wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Her chest slowly rising and falling.

George went to gently try and pull her from her sleep without scaring her.

Lewis on the other hand, went to investigate the rest of the rooms. Terrified at what he’d discovered.

He lightly jogged back to George, who didn’t want to pull her from her peaceful slumber, and tapped his shoulder. Motioning for the younger Brit to follow him.

Their first stop was the bedroom. Everything that reminded her of Charles had been stripped away. leaving only the mattress in the center of the room. The long mirror hanging next to the closet had been shattered. The glass that had fallen out of it scattered around the base word they’d seen people calling her written in thick black marker now divided by cracks.

Next, Lewis led them to the bathroom. The sight of it making George want to vomit. The bathroom mirror had also been cracked. Towels stained red line the countertop. Pills litter the bathroom floor. And the knife she’d been gifted by her father for her 18th birthday lay on the edge of the sink. 

Who is obviously what had happened here recently.

George who was struggling to look at the scene went back to trying to coax the woman, his sister, out of her slumber. Lewis making an attempt to at lease get the area safe. Their hearts hurt for her. They knew she was hurting but neither knew it had gotten so bad.

Charles was her soulmate. Both her and Charles knew it. They had envisioned their life together. A life that she saw every time she closed her eyes.

She tried to separate herself from his memory. Tried to distract herself. But she couldn’t get her mind away from him. How he made her smile. How he listened even to the pettiest things she complained about. She wanted that back.

If her family didn’t want her for it and Charles couldn’t stand to see her hurting, then she would get back there on her own.

If their story was like Romeo and Juliet’s, why shouldn’t it end in tragedy as well?

But their story keeps going. Because they are meant for each other. So they will find away even if they don’t know it yet.

The gentle touches of Charles ghosted over her bare arms. Her mind trying to hold into the feeling even if he wasn’t here.

She cracked her eyes open to the dark room. Her body revolting as she tries to sit up. Her dehydration finally getting to her. Her head pounding from last night events.

She’s had a few episodes like this and knows she needs to get help. She doesn’t know where to start though.

She hadn’t really eaten much the last sixth months. Even food reminded her of him. How was she ever going to move in at this rate?

Then she noticed the sounds of breathing beside her. The familiar face of George greeting her, though his eyes are sad.

She immediately sits up. The horrible scene that is her apartment now clearly seen by one of the last people she wanted to know she’d sunk this far.

“George?” Her voice merely a quiet rasp.

“It’s okay now, we’re gonna help you. Okay?” His voice cracked. The male is clear distress.

Lewis came around the corner upon hearing voices. Relieved that she’d woken up. “I think we need to talk.”

~

Charles hadn’t been staying at his apartment. He knew he wasn’t in a good place mentally, so he went back home. His mother welcomed him with open arms, sad to hear the news of the two splitting.

He’d talked to Lewis and George about her during race weekends. Their lack of knowledge causing his concern to grow more with each passing week.

He’d tried for sixth months to force himself to move on but he knew it was in vain. She was made for him and he belonged to her. How was he supposed to move on from that?

Pascale had struggled watching her middle child. He struggled to eat, struggled to sleep, to the point it was affecting his performance.

“You should talk to her.” She suggested.

“I’ll only hurt her more.”

“I’ve been looking in social media for her. The things people are saying is terrible.” She sighs, the situation itself only getting worse. “She needs you.”

~

Toto knew he messed up. As soon as he’d made her choose, he knew. Only to have it confirmed when he heard the waver in Charles voice. When he didn’t see his daughter for moths. As he watched Charles performance fall.

He’d tried to contact her. Susie had encouraged him to call her the night everything happened. He’d received no response for sixth months. He’d asked Lewis about her only to be met with his sigh and sad eyes.

It’s like she disappeared from the planet. Everyone worried about her. But they collectively decided that maybe she needed space.

He knew she and Charles were happy together. He’d seen how big her smile was when she was with him. Even when he thought they were just friends. The two of them had been contagiously happy.

~

The next race came around quickly. At least for Charles that’s how it felt as he strode to the Mercedes paddock.

He spotted Lewis and George and weaved his way towards them. Everyone trying to get one roared for the weekend. Exactly what he should be doing.

“Charles! Listen mate-“ George had started. But Charles cut him off with the urgent need to speak with Toto before he could get in his head. “I need Toto. I need to see her again.” He was ready to break.

“He’s in his office.”

Charles didn’t waist any time making his way there. The older man a bit startled at the sudden appearance. “I love your daughter. I am begging you to not make her choose.” He was pleading but he didn’t care.

“I’m sorry.” Toto looked pained. Charles is taken off guard by it. His reaction the last thing the monegasque was expecting. “I should have never made her choose. She was happy with you. So when you go get her back, tell her I’m sorry and that I want her to come home.”

Charles fumbled around with his words. Gesturing wildly with his hands but for some reason his voice was stuck in his throat. Eventually he just nodded his head, attempting to get across his thanks.

Lewis and George were still talking. So he did the only logical thing and tackled then both in a hug. “I need to know where she is. He’s not going to make her choose.” The smile on his face so big it might fall off. “Please tell me where she’s been staying.”

Lewis and George shared a look. One that didn’t go unnoticed. “We need to talk.”

~

They’d told him about her state. About what she’d been going through. How they found her that morning, alone and so far into her head they didn’t know if she was going to come out.

His heart shattered listening to them. The two were connected deeper then anything he could’ve imagined. He’s upset that he didn’t get the courage to fight for her sooner.

She’d been spending her time since they found her with either if the boys. Neither wanted to leave her alone after that. So they made sure she wasn’t alone after that.

Her apartment was still mildly wrecked but they weren’t worried about it. They just wanted to get her out of her head.

Now he had a chance. They had brought her with them. She didn’t want to come to the track so she was back at the hotel. Tucked away from the world.

Now Charles was speeding to her location. Lewis’ key card in hand. Determination filling his veins. He needed to see her, desperately. His heart ached the last six months. He didn’t want to never see her again. Charles loved her with his entire being.

The trip was a blur for him. Not even realizing he was at the door until he had no more steps left to take.

He decided to knock first. He wanted to be respectful. He’d use the key as his last resort.

He got nervous when the handle turned. What was he going to say? He didn’t have time to think about it as the door swung open. Revealing the love of his life. Still as beautiful as when he last saw her. Though his heart dropped at the sight.

Bags under eyes, her body smaller then he remembered. Then there was the white bandages running up her arms. She was wearing a tank top and sweats, obviously not expecting him to show up.

They stared at each other for a moment. Then the tears started. She was in his arms in a second. Clutching him like he would disappear if she let go.

He breathed her in. “I’m here, I got you, and I’m never letting you go again.”

[annymation]

Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 5- The Goat)

This will be the last one of these blogs about the characters. I was stalling on this one because honestly there’s really not much to Valentino in my rewrite.

Will his existence influence the plot tho? Yes, definitely way more than the movie Valentino did… Although that bar isn’t high.

So let’s go, animal companion time!

Personality

- Valentino is a one month old baby goat, a little ball of energy, too pure for this world, doesn’t know basic math and we must protect him at all cost.

- His main gimmick is that he follows Asha EVERYWHERE to the point it’s comical, like, I didn’t write him much so far in my rewrite (we’re currently on chapter 3 and he was alive in only 2 of them, so no wonder) but even when I don’t mention him just assume, he’s there… All the time.

- He cares a lot about Asha and sees her as his mother, since well, she technically is, she took care of him all his life (a month).

Main Traits:

- Curious

- Loyal

- Silly

- Innocent

- Determined

Backstory

(Because it wouldn’t be a rewrite of mine if the character didn’t have at least some angst, not even the 1 month old goat is safe from me)

- A month before our story begins, Asha was drawing animals at one of the farms in the kingdom, to practice, when suddenly she heard a new born goat all alone.

- She asked the owners where his parents were at, and they explain they didn’t notice the little guy under the hay earlier, they sold their goats to be exported to a neighboring kingdom.

- Asha felt really sad for him, so she asked to buy him, the farmer said she could keep him for free, taking care of baby goats without a mama goat around was too much trouble anyway, Asha was basically doing them a favor.

- Valentino obviously doesn’t know all that, but even if you told him it’s not like he’d care, he sees Asha as his mama and that’s all that matters.

- He’s very thankful for her taking care of him, getting him a nice sweater and a cozy little bed… He wishes he could thank her.

Which leads us to:

This Book

- So hear me out, there’s this kids book, “The Grateful Goat”, about Valentino, and it’s adorable, it’s my main inspiration for his rewrite.

- In this book we follow Valentino trying to communicate something to Asha and her friends, but they can’t understand him, since we’ll, he’s a goat.

- They try over and over to guess what he wants but nothing makes him stop bleating.

- Then, once Star came down and granted his wish, it turns out all he wanted to say was “Thank you”

Oh

That

That’s cute, I like that.

- Imagine this, in my rewrite, once Aster does grant Valentino’s wish and makes him talk, it’s a cute scene of Valentino going like:

“THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF ME!”

(And he sounds like a child by the way, because that’s how a baby goat should sound like DISNEY)

- Now, am I saying that Valentino is just gonna speak once to say thank you?… Kinda, but not quite.

- You see, Aster’s wish granting magic is only effective on you if you really really REAAALLY want it to be.

- As he makes animals in the forest talk for example, or brings the tress to life, they only remain like that as long as they really want to, and what do you know, turns out most trees are chill just being tress so his magic fades away from them in a short while.

- Valentino’s wish won’t be to permanently talk, he just wanted to thank Asha, so once he’s done doing that Aster’s magic fades away after a few hours.

-… However, some of Aster’s magic remains deep inside of Valentino, so if for whatever reason Valentino reeeeeally wants to communicate something… Something urgent perhaps… Then he regains the ability to speak.

- Oh yes I CREATED TALKING GOAT ON DEMAND! HE ONLY SPEAKS WHEN ITS RELEVANT TO THE PLOT BABEEEEY!!!

- Not gonna lie, I’m really happy with this, because that just means I won’t have to come up with lines for him all the time, he’ll only speak when necessary.

Design

- So. Many. Cute. Designs… AND WE GOT THE WORST ONE GAAAAH DISNEY WHEN I CATCH YOU-

- It’s fine, I’m fine *breathes* we can fix him.

- First of all, he has horns, because believe it or not 1 month old goats already start showing their horns.

- Second, I debated a lot on this but we’re keeping the little sweater, yeah I’m surprised too, I hated it at first (still do hate it in the way that it is in the movie) but then I was informed it’s a reference to how Walt Disney used to put clothes on the animals of his family’s farm when he was a kid, and that’s the type of deep cut and cute reference I wish we had gotten more of.

- But the sweater won’t be so tight on him, like, let it be a little bit more loose, and maybe don’t cover his lower half.

- This concept art I used for the second chapter of my rewrite kinda illustrates it perfectly how I’d like him to be:

- The fluffy tuff of hair, the big eyes, the long ears, the lil horns, it’s perfect, that’s it, that’s our boy. Tho I don’t imagine him being all white, lets say he has some brown spots.

Final Thoughts

This post actually made me really mad because I wrote it all once and it was perfect, but I forgot to save it before closing tumblr, so I lost it all, ughhh why don’t they have auto save on cellphones??

I have plenty of ideas on how to make him more plot relevant than he was in the Disney movie, he won’t be like THE MOST ESSENTIAL CHARACTER OF ALL, definitely not, but little things that he does move the story forward.

If my calculations are correct he’ll most likely be useful on chapter 4 of my rewrite (or chapter 5, cause like, I’m trying to make them a bit shorter)

Not gonna tell how he’s gonna be useful in the story tho cause I think it’s better as a surprise.

A bit of a quick tangent here, but have you guys ever noticed how some Disney animal companions are the opposite of their human friends?

Ariel is brave and curious - Flounder is a coward

Pocahontas is wise and calm - Meeko is a dummy and Flit has anger issues

Alladin is generous - Abu is a kleptomaniac

You get the idea.

We didn’t get that at all in the Wish movie.

I was trying to come up with ideas on how to make Valentino have an opposite trait compared to Asha, but I don’t really know how to incorporate that into the story, oh well, I might just figure out as I go.

Anyway, that’s our goat, hope you like him!

Thank You For Reading!

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THE READING TODAY IS: A Clear Message from Your Higher Self ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

today's reading is REALLY (and i mean straight-to-the-point) short because i am working on two youtube videos today!

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✨️🧚🏽‍♀️please choose your pile and may your intuition and inner knowing guide you to the pile with the energy most suited for you and most suited to help you along your path at this current point in time, no matter what that looks like🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

PILE 1- Rhodochrosite

PILE 2- Blue Lace Agate

PILE 3- Rose Quartz

PILE 4- Carnelian

** sometimes ( most of the time ) i will pick up on multiple energies that need attention or want to be expressed during the reading so i ASK YOU TO UNDERSTAND THIS DURING MY READINGS:

depending on how the reader(YOU) chooses to look at the situation or however the situation resonates for the reader(YOU) and because this is a general reading;

⚠️you HAVE to be able to use your better discernment + better judgement skills to fully absorb the message and be able to do the necessary work to keep you on track for the future you WANT for yourself⚠️

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OKAY PILE 1:

The mental clarity is coming once you release the unnecessary burdens and get serious about your stability and future. Forget about the outside noise and focus on yourself for now! What do YOU want ? What do YOU need? Ask yourself, figure out the answers, then GET YOUR BUTT UP AND MOVING TOWARDS THAT DESIRED OUTCOME!!! Help YOU by helping YOURSELF, NOT someone else!!

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OKAY PILE 2:

Celebrate your success(es) with trusted, loving family and friends because YOU HAVE EARNED THE RIGHT TOO!! Get excited about how far you've come and how exciting it is to finally achieve this success! And dont worry about the hardwork required to maintain this achievement or even achieve another NEW thing! You have the drive, tenacity, and spirit to overcome any and all hardships that could knock you off your path/trajectory!

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OKAY PILE 3:

You have to CONTINUE to walk away from people, places, things, old belief systems, perspectives that aren't helping expand your mind or actions, OLD WAYS OF BEING OR DOING!!! ;;; to be able to achieve what it is you so desperately want and deserve!!! + start collaborative projects with other people!!!! It starts with realizing no one or NO thing can stop you from creating the change you wish to see within yourself or the world. You hold the answers to shifting your current reality to match your desires!!

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You're powerful, You're charismatic, You're so smart and intelligent OF COURSE YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT!! That new beginning ( specifically in your finances, but can apply to all new beginnings ) you want for yourself is achievable but you must be willing to plan, be decisive, and work hard through them trenches and missteps you may make to be able to actualize it into your reality!!!! Believe in yourself and watch yourself take what you deserve to have AND help yourself achieve your dreams! Dont get discouraged!!!! KEEP MOVING, KEEP GOING!!!

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ASHA (MY AU)

Emmmmm how the hell do these types of blogs get started?

This post is just going to be me rambling on about what I want to do with Asha.

So let's get started?

INTRODUCTION: -As I said before I'm still developing this story (damn I don't even have an outline) but I wanted to start this rewrite (or plan it a little) because of something that really frustrates me about Wish, literally in a movie that commemorates 100 YEARS OF THE MOST IMPORTANT STUDY OF ANIMATION IN THE WORLD and the topic of art has not been given the importance it deserved, you know? It's like, yes, Asha shows her sketchbook in certain scenes, but then what? It literally seems like it's just for decoration, damn, Disney could have done the same thing as with the Miles Morales sketchbook in Spiderverse, but I'm already getting distracted from the topic, so one of my goals with this was to emphasize how important art can be , and not just the drawing, but all the forms that exist of it.

-So Asha is a little different from previous Disney princesses.

2. HISTORY:

CHILDHOOD: Yup! I'm joining the angst ship, I don't really blame anyone *cough* *cough* Flicker *cough* Bo *COUGH* *COUGH* ANNY *cough*, damn my allergies are getting worse. So Asha at this stage is quite cheerful and positive, basically like Rapunzel, Moana, Anna and this princess trope, however this takes place in the modern world (the movie would be set like in the princess and the frog movie only the world It's a little more modern) Asha discovers her passion for drawing, and as she grows up she wants to dedicate herself to that and is full of a lot of dedication and determination, but what would happen if we corrupted her dreams?

PUBERTY: “It's fine as a hobby…but it won't work Asha”, “Don't you like doing other more…useful things?”, “Come on, you have so much talent, are you really going to waste it on this?” , “Have fun without having a future” “Really this is more important than your other things Asha?” ,Yes, I am adding this, Asha wants to dedicate herself to animation, so Asha at first, like every Disney princess with character, ignores these types of comments, which came from anyone in general, some said it with good intentions and in a calmer mode and others in a more aggressive way (you know, being idiots), but when you receive this type of comments your entire life, it will somehow affect the protagonist, and it will only get worse *Insert evil laugh*

ADOLESCENCE: I didn't mention it but I plan to include Asha's family, or at least at the beginning, she was living with her parents Sakina and Tomas as in the official movie (I'm still debating whether to add Sabino or not), her father gets sick as in the original movie, so Sakina and Asha do their best to help him, then Asha has less and less time to concentrate on practicing drawing and in general her hobbies (I also want to emphasize that here Asha was doubting more and more about drawing as a professional way and started to despise her talent a little bit, not completely but that little seed had already been inserted in her head), her father was her biggest motivation, he was a dreamer like his daughter, her mother was more down to earth but equally supportive of her family, Tomas was always the first to see his daughter's drawings.

So continued the life of our protagonist, studying, working a little and drawing in the little time she had, and in those jobs she met Magnifico and Amaya, I'm still debating how I'm going to write them, but I'm sure I want them to do a scene with Asha that I'll explain later, for now let's continue.

One day Asha's father can't take it anymore and dies…….. all Asha could do was watch her mother running to her room because she really didn't want her daughter to see her in that state.

With that you're probably wondering, “Well, Asha can get a motivation to keep being a dreamer and pursue her dreams to follow her father's legacy rigth? “ Well actually………no, Asha in my Au unfortunately had already endured TOO many comments that referred to her dreams of being an entertainer or artist, even her mother had referred to it in a not so positive way (no, Sakina is a good mother, she's not perfect, but she cares like every mother about her daughter's future) , and without her major support in life, that…..eso ended up deciding that she would just give up on those dreams… or at least until a certain day.

CURRENTS: In the movie Asha is presented as a girl who studies a career that she does not like for the most part, but she says to herself “It's too late to redeem herself, there is no turning back, I just have to continue and everything will be fine, for me and my family”, she also works as an assistant to Magnifico and Amaya, during years of having met them she was getting closer little by little, in fact they knew the protagonist's family for some years but they had distanced themselves, they also “tried” to help with Tomas' illness, but as it was shown before that did not work out, now they gave Asha this job opportunity and she is not going to waste it, since she still has to help her mother.

Let's say that Asha doesn't draw much anymore, she still makes small sketches because, well, when you are really passionate about something you keep doing it despite the adversities, right? Even unconsciously (you're understanding what I'm trying to say, right? ), besides, it's not like she still deep inside has not stopped wanting to fulfill her dream, although she every time says that making drawings will not lead her to anything or just saying “it's a hobby that will not lead me to anything useful or important” is just to have a constant reminder that she might not make it, that it's not worth it, that no matter how much she loves to create and draw, it just doesn't make sense anymore.

Remember I told you about a scene between the villain duo and Asha? well this is what I have in mind:

Asha somehow or another is going to end up asking Magnifico and Amaya for help, which would lead to Asha maybe not working with them anymore or something so she can pursue a small glimmer of hope of fulfilling her dream of being an animator (as I say before, this post is just me rambling), the villain duo simply proceed to manipulate the poor girl by making snide and manipulative comments about her “insignificant goals” and her “wasted talent”, if Asha herself was already quite doubtful about these issues, this just makes her worse, she's lost, she doesn't know what to do, she's afraid of her future, she doesn't want to let her mother down, she doesn't want to end up being a disappointment (maybe I overdo angst, it doesn't matter, it's important for ✨character development✨).

Now a multiversal cosmic thing happens (that I'm still thinking about) but the point is that my Starboy (Haedus) and his 2 protégé/small brothers (Nembus and Naos) arrive, at first Asha is VERY SCARED AND CONFUSED, I mean, this is not possible right, she must be confused from crying so much - I mean this only happens in the movies and fantasy stories she saw as a child right?! (lmao)

At first she doesn't get along with Haedus, not at all, with the little ones at first she is a bit distant, but little by little she starts to develop a great appreciation for them, the little starlets (and then Haedus) throughout the story bring back to Asha that dreamy and positive side of her.

Also Asha is not the type of person who makes derogatory comments when it comes to the goals or dreams of other people and her friends despite having received them all her life, no, she is not that type of person, of course everything she has lived through makes her more sarcastic or pessimistic at times, but she doesn't want someone else to feel like her, she doesn't want anyone to go through what she went through, and this is only reinforced with the arrival of the stars.

I have to mention that Nembus and Naos make Asha remember how she was as a child: cheerful, positive, dreamer, and seeing how the antagonists want to hurt them, how that can destroy the hopes and illusions of the little stars, that just makes her more determined to defend the little ones at all costs.

“They still have dreams, and they can still fulfill them, that's why I won't let others destroy those dreams, not like me.”

3.PERSONALITY:

-Sarcastic -Negative to a certain extent -Empathetic -Indecisive -Calm -Organized

FINAL COMMENTS:

That's all I have for now, I hope I haven't bored you, as I said before, this is all just my rambling, I still don't have an outline or plan for this, anyway, I hope you had a good time reading this, see you next time!✨✨✨

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Hello and Welcome! My name is Marrow!

I Love The World Of Darkness. Obsessed some would say. Many would say.

This blog is to finally get more of my brain-thoughts out. In particular, have fun with some other fandoms and shove their characters, monsters, and general beings into a WoD (or CofD) shaped cookie cutter. the idea is mainly inspired by many gimmick blogs, in particular @yourfaveisafearavatar and the recent Burgerkrieg video (linked below). some more info below the cut!

(generally go check out TheBurgerKrieg excellent content creator)

I have a fairly good grasp of WoD, but i am not an expert on these topics, so take my word with a grain of salt. this is all in good fun and i actively encourage you to tell me what YOU would think would be a better fit for the given character Speaking of:

For submitting a character, monster, or otherwise supernatural being, i only ask that you put in a name and brief description of the character you send. A name will be enough, but i would prefer having more of your input and thoughts as i make my analysis.

I will cover just about any character and do my best to give an accurate account of The Lore (tm) of WoD This goes for anything, not just strictly supernatural beings (i fully expect at least 1 mention of Columbo). Just keep the joke characters to a minimum.

I'll also go into my best detail about what the monster i am assigning your character is and its functions. For the most part, i feel like anyone submitting a monster will be doing so knowing what WoD is. However i have always loved these types of blogs where i get to learn about a whole new subculture, so i will at least briefly go over what is necessary for my assessment

Ill also happily do follow ups, corrections, debates on some of my choices, and generally respond to any other questions or thoughts you may have. Feel free to poke me, i will not bite :3

Lastly, i have no problem reviewing most if not all media, up to and including the problematic stuff. But i will include trigger warnings if necessary for the submission, and actively ignore anything that may be hateful or purely for my own suffering. i am simply having fun here with my touys. please be kind.

All analysis's will be numbered and categorized with the appropriate gameline. More specific terminology and catergorization to be determined later. Have fun!

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Secret Smile: Lost Daughter (Chapter Two)

Secret Smile | Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: Before returning to Colombia to get things right this time, Javi’s childhood best friend asks him to to keep an eye out for his sister while they’re both stationed in the embassy. Only you don’t need Javier to keep an eye you her. Your role as a new legal advisor is all about keeping an eye on him after all. Sparks fly, lines will be drawn and broken and there’s everything to lose. Word Count: 3.5k Chapter Warnings: 18+ blog - by reading on you’re confirming you’re over 18, language, mentions of alcohol, reader has a nickname but no physical descriptors used Author’s Note - Thank you all for the comments and reblogs so far, I’m so pleased are enjoying and responding this so far and am excited to now introduce the Reader’s POV. Thank you again to the lovely @wildemaven for this gorgeous fic header.

Chapter One | Series Masterlist

Bogota, Colombia

You pull the edge of your blazer down further, smooth over any potential creases. It started with first day nerves and now has become a strange tradition or habit whenever you enter the office. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been working here for several weeks, or that the staff at the embassy gate have finally recognise you when you drive in, every time you walk in you feel like an imposter.

You originally accepted this job as the deputy to a key legal advisor and liaison attaché, however they quit less than forty-eight hours after you had landed and left the country almost immediately, leaving little time for a handover. You’ve been unofficially covering the position ever since and while it started as a baptism of fire, so far it seems to be working.

Mostly.

It’s been a steep learning curve. However, with some slightly feverish research each evening, hard work and determination, it’s starting to feel more like a normal job.

You’d never been to Colombia before this assignment. While you were lucky enough to have travelled with your family when you were younger, to even have studied abroad at one point, you had never been anywhere like this outside of family vacations.

DC is firmly in your rear-view mirror now. That’s where it belongs.

This part of the embassy is full of energy today; there’s an excitement humming through the corridors, an impatience even. Normally people keep to themselves, remain focused on their jobs and sticking within their departments. You wonder if there’s a VIP visitor due in today; that would explain it all.

You’ve heard rumours that senators may be flying down soon, that DC wants to see where its money is going. The embassy isn’t quite neat enough, isn’t quite as on edge as you would expect in that scenario though.

If it’s not a VIP visitor, then what is it?

You briefly nod in greeting at one of the DEA agents who is talking in hushed, excited tones to another agent. You can’t remember his name - Nick? Neil, that’s it. Neil Stoddard.

He greets you and you can tell he wants to pull you into the conversation. You fight your natural curiosity - you don’t really need to know what is happening.

“Sorry, Agent Stoddard, I have to go prepare for a meeting. It’s good to see you both,” you say politely, briskly walking down the corridor and closer to your office.

The embassy is divided into cliques, a twisted version of high school. Departments rarely mix. Your department, with Justice and legal advisors and other liaisons is a rarity because you do have to interact with the other departments. Most of the time, you’ve noticed your department tries to avoid direct interactions though, conducting most of their business from their harshly lit offices.

You weren’t sure what you expected from this assignment, but it wasn’t this.

There’s a growing sense of dread rising through your stomach as you walk down the dimly lit corridor; it can’t be. Surely that wouldn’t be why everyone is acting like it’s Christmas. Besides, you thought you had some time before that happens.

This building is like a rabbit warren. In your first week you walked into several people’s offices instead of your own, got lost more times than you could count and wished you had drawn a map of some sorts for yourself.

Now it’s better. You can find your office anyway. Most of the time.

You’re in the office adjacent to a large office that most of the other Justice staff and lawyers are based in. It isn’t private, you share it with four other people, but your desk is further away from the others and it’s not directly underneath the air conditioning, unlike at your last job, so you can work with that.

“The new DEA attaché arrives today,” Judith says by way of greeting as you set down your bag down at your desk. Judith is an administrator and has been in Colombia for over a year now. The more you speak to her, the more it seems she knows everything about how the place actually runs.

“Hey, Judy. Oh, really? I thought he was coming down later in the month.” you reply, rummaging through your bag for your beloved and battered Filofax. Your bag is a mess, you really need to sort it out at some point.

“Mmhmm, have you heard about him?” Judith asks, resting her chin on one hand as she idly fiddles with the edge of her coffee mug.

“Not really,” you lie easily, though perhaps it isn’t really a lie. You hardly know Javier Peña anymore. Laredo is in your rear-view mirror along with all its ghosts.

You’ve never quite felt like you fitted in, not at home, not with your family. You threw yourself into good grades, career success, the same achievements you’d seen with your brother and the same achievements your parents craved for you both. It never felt like enough though and as soon as you could, you’d moved away and tried to continue those successes, those achievements outside of Laredo. You’re still not sure how well you’re doing with that; your parents and brother say they are proud, you just can’t quite believe it.

It is still strange that Javier Peña, your brother’s best friend growing up, is the same man these people are all whispering and eagerly awaiting.  Javi Peña, who was a constant presence when you grew up in Laredo, who had been one of the few people to encourage your dreams of seeing the world outside of your hometown, outside of Texas. It was clear he harboured his own dreams there.

Only now he’s the Javier Peña who had helped bring down one of the world’s worst drug lords. He’s the Javier Peña, who according to your mom in her last phone call is the new hero of Laredo.

Only while most of the embassy seems to think of Javier the same way, your most recent meeting with Crosby and Stechner has raised your alarm bells. On the surface, nothing was said, nothing concrete. It’s almost as though they spoke to you in a foreign language and if you tried to explain what was said outside of the meeting to anyone else, it would mistranslate. It was the combination of tension, unspoken insinuations and the way certain words were emphasised. It unsettled you.

They want you to keep Javier aligned to what they want. You don’t even really know what that is; just that while on the surface you’ll be working ‘closely’ with Agent Peña and will be “supporting him in navigating the new realities of Colombia”, it all means a lot more than it sounds like. It sounds like you’re there to check the case is watertight, that things go by the book. You never took Javier for a maverick, but maybe things are different now, maybe he’s different.

You didn’t even pick up on their double meanings at the start of the meeting, just took it as gospel that you would help him, that you would be assisting the DEA to take down a cartel, providing liaison and legal guidance that utilised your skills and would help do something good in the world. Then it was just you and Stechner in the elevator.

Stechner definitely doesn’t see Javier as a hero. He made that clear. He made sure you heard the rumours, knew his take on it all and his previous experience with Agent Peña.

None of it matches with the Javi you remember. Stechner’s pulled any pedestal out from under Javi with too much ease, but it doesn’t feel natural, it doesn’t feel right. Maybe if Javier were a stranger, it would be easier, but he’s not.

He’s Javi.

“He has quite the reputation,” Judith says, breaking you out of your memories, “and not just for work either from what I hear.”

You don’t know the half of it, you think.  ”Do you know if the ambassador is in yet?”

“Yes, and don’t forget you’ve got a 11am with him,” Judith says, a slightly disappointed expression on her face.

“Great,” you say flatly. You’d forgotten about this meeting and you feel underprepared at best, especially after your last meeting with him.

You check your watch, there’s enough time to finish this report and still prepare for your meeting later. “Coffee?” you ask Judith by way of a peace offering.

She shakes her head and points at the still full cup next to her.

“Alright, I am going to grab a quick coffee before I get started. It’s going to be a day, isn’t it? Wish me luck?”

 “He helped take down Escobar, you know?” Judith says as you’re walking out of the office.

“The ambassador?” You turn around in confusion for a moment.

“No, silly, Agent Peña.”

”Oh, yes, of course. We’re uh, very lucky he’s coming back.”

“I have a meeting with Crosby,” you say to Crosby’s secretary, Linda, as you walk into the main office.

Linda barely looks up at you before saying, ”He’s expecting you. You can go right in.”

“Thanks, Linda,” you reply as you walk past her to Crosby’s door. You push open the heavy door reluctantly, already feeling your palms heat up with nervous anticipation.

“- need to work together on this one. We have the same goal,” Crosby says, pausing as the door loudly shuts behind.

Immediately, Javier looks up at you. He’s neatly suited and booted and you notice the empty glasses between him and Crosby. It’s not surprising, Crosby is one of those old school types after all. In fact, you’re amazed there isn’t in a cigar in one of their hands. You’d never dare to drink alcohol at work, but it’s different for you.

   He looks surprised to see you, perhaps even a little disappointed. That stings: you’re sure it must have been a surprise to realise that you were here, but you hadn’t expected this. You thought that perhaps he’d be pleased to see someone from home, to have a familiar face beside him.

You try and remember when it was you last saw him. Rafa told you that Javi left Laredo very quickly after the Lorraine debacle which had happened while you were in college. You couldn’t blame Javier for wanting to leave that: gossip and scandal spreads like wildfire in a small town.

You’d left Laredo too - for college, for new opportunities. Now you only go back for special occasions, family get togethers. Even your closest friends in high school usually came to you or an agreed vacation spot rather than staying in Laredo.

The Javi you remember is sitting in your brother’s passenger seat with grown out hair, music playing and a light wind blowing as your brother reluctantly drops you off at the mall.

Now he’s different. His hair is short, neater, he dresses differently now. He reminds you a little of Atlas, carrying himself like the entire weight of the world rests on his shoulders. You didn’t expect that.

You wonder how he remembers you. If he even does. What would he remember? His friend’s younger sister: a shy bookworm who was so opinionated, so stubborn.

“Ah, perfect timing. This is Agent Peña, my new DEA attaché,” Crosby says by way of introducing you and waving his hand over to you to allow you to introduce yourself.

“It’s good to meet you, Agent Peña,” you say, meeting Javier’s eyes for the first time, extending a hand before you introduce yourself as though he were any other stranger.

He raises his eyebrows almost imperceptibly and for a second you think he’ll say something, but he just nods and takes your proffered hand.

“And you.”

“You two will be working closely together on this,” Crosby says, a too wide smile on his face. “She’s a specialist legal advisor and liaison from DC. I’ve assigned her to help you while you’re here - think of it as a secondment of sorts. She can help you with warrants, navigating the legal and local systems, liaising between our offices, with the Colombians and of course the CIA Station Chief.” This is more of an explanation of what he wants from you than he gave you last week.

Javi’s mask almost wavers. You noticed the way his brow furrows, eyes widen for a second, the slight movement of his jaw.

He wasn’t expecting this and that concerns you even more. What exactly have you been instructed to do? 

The meeting winds up quickly after the introduction and the two of you walk outside and down toward the empty corridor.

“We’ve never met before then?” he asks, a wry smile on his face.

You exhale. “Look, I - it’s just easier that way. You have no idea what it’s like. If everyone realises that I know you from home, then people will make assumptions and I would rather not have to deal with them.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. This place is like a gossip factory, surely it was like that when you were here last?”

Javi smirks. “Probably. Okay, fine, that works for me. You know Stechner and Crosby already know where you’re from though.”

“Coming from the same hometown doesn’t mean we’d know each other. Laredo’s small but it’s possible we wouldn’t have crossed paths. If it wasn’t for Rafael, I doubt we would have,” you say, voice smaller than you wanted.

You hadn’t thought of that possibility. What if the whole thing was some sort of twisted test by Stechner or Crosby? You try and think about whether any ethical boundary is being crossed. You’ve never dated Javier, he’s not related to you by marriage or blood, in fact, he’s barely your friend, you’re not representing or prosecuting him, so no - no, there’s no obviously glaring ethical breach here you can think of. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Javi says gently, clearly sensing your growing anxiety. “It’s been a long time since we last spoke anyway.” He emphasises the word long, looks you up and down until you scowl at the tone to his voice.

He holds his hands up in defence, smiles as he meets your eyes, chuckling to himself.

“Crosby said you had taken some vacation time back home. You were in Laredo?” you ask.

“Yeah, for a bit.”

“I haven’t - did you see my brother?”

He looks at the floor for a second and then straight into your eyes. “Yeah, I bumped into him.“ Javi pauses thoughtfully. “He seemed good.”

“Did you see Sofia?” You ask wistfully. Sofia’s your niece and she is generally the highlight of any trip home you take. Even here in Colombia, you have one of her drawings displayed on your fridge, a photo of the two of you at her most recent birthday next to it. You had flown down to Laredo for her birthday party, taken a day off work especially to make it a long weekend. It was the last time you’d been back there.

Laredo feels strange now when you go back. Some of your closest friends still live there, however you’ve never quite felt comfortable in the town and you don’t know why. Despite your career successes, you always feel like you’ve disappointed your parents and haven’t met their expectations. They haven’t said that, they never would. You just feel it.

“No, no I didn’t,” Javi says. “How old is she even now? Actually, don’t tell me, it’ll make me feel old.”

“It makes me feel old,” you say, “I remember her as a baby.”

Javi smiles tightly.

Silence passes between you. It’s heavy and strange, making the air in the office feel even more humid, oppressive. None of your time in Colombia is passing as you had expected.

“This is weird, right?” you ask suddenly, desperate for this strangeness around the two of you to lift. This is Javi - not a complete stranger, not an embittered ex or an enemy. You’re supposed to be on the same side here. 

Javi nods, he straightens his posture and looks at you again. He doesn’t look like the Javi you know; this stiff backed, frowning man is not your brother’s best friend, is not the person you remember.

“Why are you really here, sweetheart?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why would you need to work with me closely? What possible reason - I have a team, okay, I don’t need you. I don’t need a babysitter.”

It’s work, it’s not personal. You know this. Javi’s words dig under your skin though and sting because he’s not a stranger, you thought he might be your friend - or at least an ally.

Besides the hurt, his words infuriate you. You’ve worked with enough egos, enough arrogant men in your career so far to know what you to do. You straighten up, control your expression and meet his dark brown eyes.

“Well trust me, I have more than enough on my plate without babysitting you. The ambassador demanded this of me as well, so don’t blame me. This isn’t the job I interviewed for or was hired for, but somehow it’s the job I’ve been assigned so we have to make the best of it.”

“I don’t need you,” he says firmly.

Your stomach sinks. This is all going terribly. “Javier, I can help you navigate some of the bureaucracy and make sure you have the right warrants and paperwork, that we get through any hurdles or challenge and protect the-“

“You’ve been here for all of five minutes and you’re the expert in what did you say - navigating hurdles? I’ve spent years here.”

“Things are different now,” you say and he scowls in response.

“Different? Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Javi mumbles under his breath.

“Look, don’t patronise me. I’m good at what I do, really good, and yes, I might not have been in Colombia as long as you but that doesn’t matter if I can do the job. We can work together. I’m not your fucking PA or assistant, Javier, but I can - we’ll make sure everything is beyond reproach, bulletproof, and we’ll get the Cali guys so they spend the rest of their lives in prison and it will -”

“You’re being so naive.”

“And you’re being an asshole!”

Javier’s face softens for a moment and then returns to a blank expression. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Whatever it is you do? Great, Javier’s turned into one of those guys.

You sigh. “Walk me to your office. We might as well get started now.”

You spend the rest of the day with Javier. There’s a possible lead from the Cornerstone operation, an asset in play down in Cali. Most of the work has already been done when you arrive in his office - the paperwork is almost finished, the formalities covered.

It feels seedy though; using a relative’s distress to put an asset in play. Maybe Javi’s right, maybe you are naive.

“Did you run a lot of operations like this before?” you ask, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Just making conversation,” you say, neatening a pile of paperwork.

“Squeamish?”

“Nope. Look, I’ve been a lawyer for long enough. I’ve seen a lot more than you think. Look, Javi for this to work - I just, give me a damn chance.”

“It’s not you,” he says after a moment, “Do you know why you have this assignment? Do you know what they really want you to do? And do you really think I don’t fucking know? I wasn’t born yesterday, sweetheart.”

You look at the floor awkwardly. “Of course, I know there’s more to this, Javier. I’m not stupid. I’ve spent years in DC, I can recognise doublespeak in my sleep. This is the assignment I have though and I - I genuinely want to help you. I came here to help people.”

“Tell the higher ups that because they don’t want you to ‘help’ me.”

“Javi,” you lightly admonish. “This situation is definitely shitty, but let’s try and work together on this, please. We can do this together, you just need to keep everything above board and let me navigate more of the political bullshit.”

He looks down at your comments, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Fuck, I’ve been back less than 24 hours and the bureaucracy is ten times worse.”

“Well, like I said, things are different now,” you joke.

Javi shakes his head, mumbles something under his breath as the two of you resume your work.

After a while you stretch your arms out, stand up and exhale. “Okay, I need to head back to my desk, wrap up some projects. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Javi mumbles, barely looking up from his paperwork. He says something else, so low you can barely decipher it, so quiet you almost miss it. It’s a nickname you haven’t heard in years; the one your brother coined given your childhood fascination of the state flower.  One that transports you back in time the moment you hear it.

Blue.

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Hello. I assume there is little need for introduction, but I am Midas. I've recently returned from a brief..."sabbatical", shall we call it, in the Underworld.

My daughter, Jules thought it would be a good idea to keep a blog. Not sure why. Something about venting feelings, connecting with other people not in my crew, etc. Not exactly things I find very high priority, but I suppose it can't kill me. I'd know better than anyone what can, after all. And perhaps it'll make keeping tabs on people of interest easier...

Feel free to reach out, if you wish. Message me, tag me, whatever the case may be. I'll do my best to be active here. Whatever it takes to make my daughter happy. However, I am a busy man. Apologies if I miss anything.

((Keep reading for rules and notes!))

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Rules and guidelines for interacting!

1. This blog is run by an adult. I am 26, my main is @snippydippy. Please keep this in mind when interacting with me. I ask that minors please consider a different Midas.

I will use (()) to indicate when I'm speaking out of character in any posts!

2. I don't mind NSFW content myself, but may not answer questions or reblog content pertaining to sexually explicit topics to keep things relatively appropriate.

3. This blog may contain ship content, it may not. I have ships I like, they may not be the ones you do. While my version of Midas is cis, he's not straight (bi king). If this bothers you, I don't know what to tell you.

4. My DMs and asks will always be open! Please don't be shy, Midas won't bite. I'm down to RP in the reblogs with anyone! However, DM roleplays for other adults only, please.

5. This blog will always be skewed towards a more serious vibe. I take my characterization of Midas very seriously (more so than I probably should for a FN character lol). You won't find much in the way of him being a silly guy. Even if I find it funny, if I don't think a situation would be in character for my version of him, it won't happen.

That's it as far as my rules go aside from the obvious "don't be a dick" sentiments that I feel I shouldn't have to say. Thank you for reading them! Next are just a couple notes on my headcanons for Midas.

-Midas has some control over his Golden Touch. I think of the curse in a way that is similar to chronic pains. Some days, it is manageable, and he can touch whatever he'd like without issue. Some days, it is bad. He has to avoid people, can't eat, and struggles getting through mundane tasks without frustration.

I believe his curse may also be in part tied to his emotions. Any intense anger, sadness, or other strong feelings will make it harder to control the Touch, and it does cause him some amount of pain when it's out of control. (Doing mental gymnastics to explain why Fortnite itself isn't consistent with his power.)

-Jules means everything to Midas. He will do absolutely anything in his power to keep his daughter safe and to keep his relationship with her in good standing. He's wronged her in the past, and is doing all he can to make up for those actions and lost time.

-His time in the underworld changed him a bit. He's less cold to the people close to him. He allows more feeling than pure calculation into his thought processes, but a stranger may not be able to tell. Midas is a relatively closed off man. He does not wear his emotions on his sleeve, and doesn't often make friends without some kind of benefit to be had from the relationship. Be it power or connections. However, the friendships he does have mean a great deal to him. He is quick to provide aid in any way he can to those he cares about.

Another thing about his imprisonment in Hell: Time in the underworld was experienced differently. While we may have waited four years for Midas to return, for him it was much, much longer. Now that he is back, he is determined to never be put in chains ever again.

-My version of him obviously has not left the island after returning from the underworld, instead opting to stay as his curiosity for how things have changed has gotten the better of him. He wants to keep up with the power struggles, and find a way to insert himself back into them.

This blog is semi-independent! Some lore is shared with @perseus-ihatemydad-fortnite in that he helped Midas escape from the Underworld. As well as most often being seen interacting with @kado-fortnite and @valeria-fortnite

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[ssadumba55]

Break (Bernard the Elf x Reader)

Request: Ok I've been brainstorming an idea for Bernard and ok here's what I got ok Reader is Santa's introverted kid and them and Bernard are in an established relationship and he's like the reader's emotional support so they follow him everywhere like an introvert dragged to a party but they would totally back off if he told them to

A/N: @fo-babes I believe this was your request ;) just in time for the holiday season and some new Bernard content next week. Part 1 of your birthday one shots. No matter how retired I am on this blog, I'll always room to post for you. This blog brought us together and I don't know what I'd do without you in my life, you've kept me sane this year when nothing else would. Here's to another 19 years of life for you, hopefully that I'll be able to tag along for! I wouldn't rather be anywhere else. Also, yes you did make me that gif I used of Bernard. Thanks!

“Make sure the painting gets done before Santa gets back or he’s going to freak out. Nice work though!”

Bernard stood up straight from where he’d been bent over, assessing one of the many jobs that needed to be done in the workshop. Christmas was still, thankfully, a ways off. Just over 100 days to be exact, they had time to perfect every little thing before it came. He was in good spirits today. There was a lot of time to get things ready and Santa was out, visiting the Millers, leaving him to run the workshop on his own.

He loved having Santa around, but sometimes it was nice to have him gone so he could keep all the elves on task.

Another reason for his good mood was the lack of Curtis, the keeper of the handbook. Normally he was attached at Bernard’s hip, talking his ear off and giving him a splintering headache. Today, however, it seemed he decided his talents would be better used elsewhere. Bernard was grateful for that, he began to continue on his way.

In Curtis’ place, was you. Santa’s eldest child, you’d made the move to the Pole with him when he came to stay here full time. Your relationship with the Millers from what he understood was rocky, you rarely left the Pole with your dad to visit. The only way you would come was if Charlie, your little brother, specifically requested your presence.

He wished he understood why. Laura and Neil had been a little too much when he’d encountered them, but they were generally harmless. In his opinion, at least. Santa enjoyed spending time with the family so that had to account for something.

He wouldn’t pressure you to tell him, though. Some things were just better left unsaid.

When Santa was gone, you always hung around him, even if you hated being around the workshop. The alternatives were hanging out with the other elves or sitting at home with Carol, who you were still getting used to and neither were super appealing to you.

Bernard had noticed when you first arrived here that people (or elves) were not your thing. In the beginning, being around anyone but Santa and Charlie would immediately cause you to shut down. He had been determined to win over both the Calvin kids, and his persistence was eventually rewarded tenfold. The two of you ended up becoming close friends, then later a couple. Everyone was really surprised you warmed up to him, none moreso than your father.

He felt extremely blessed to be in the fortunate few who got to see the real you.

You huffed behind him as he walked to the next table. The long hours in the workshop were starting to get to you, he knew. But there was no way you were going to leave, unless he told you to and he wasn’t about to force you out of the comfort that being near him brought.

He did feel a little guilty though, this was probably very exhausting to endure and he wasn’t about to be finished any time soon.

He smiled apologetically back at you as he bent down to oversee the teddy bear fluffing.

While he offered his advice, your gaze wandered around you to the bustling around you to get work done. The amount of elves here made your head spin, back in the regular world being in a place like this would be something you avoided, of course, you had to date a guy… an elf… who worked in one of the busiest places in the world.

“... we can go somewhere quieter.”

You came back to your senses when you realized Bernard was talking to you, his hand gently went up to rest on your forehead. You leaned into the touch, bringing yourself back to reality as his concerned eyes searched your face.

“I’m fine, you have work to do. You can’t leave the workshop,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Soon dad would be back and then you could spend more time with Carol without feeling awkward. You could make it until then, but Bernard didn’t seem convinced.

He set what he’d picked up from the work table in his other hand back down, patted the elf seated there on the back and turned back to you. Taking your hand, he pulled you along with him to the front doors of the workshop.

“Bernard, what are you doing- you have work and dad-”

Stepping out into the cool air where there were less loud noises and bustling immediately calmed you inside. You still felt tired from the long exposure but at least your senses weren’t being constantly inundated with new stimuli.

He pointed to the edge of the little North Pole village. “Do you remember when we grabbed cocoa and snuck out here while Santa was busy being distracted by a mess Curtis made? And you still wouldn’t talk to me so I did most of the talking?”

You did remember that day. Back in those days, Bernard often looked for moments to steal away with you. He had been so determined to spend time with you, it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest that you weren’t too keen on making friends. It had been a huge shock for you, so used to the people back in Lakeside. Back there, if you weren’t super extroverted and talkative you just kind of fell to the wayside.

You had never told him but you’d been super bummed that day, it was one of those rare days where you wondered if moving to the North Pole was a good idea. You missed your brother and weirdly, your mother and Neil. It had been a shock to find yourself missing them, considering you’d always been closer to your dad. During the divorce, you’d taken his side which had stung your mother. The relationship ever since had been rocky, but you knew she still wanted the best for you.

Sneaking out for cocoa with someone had been exactly what you had needed that day.

“Yeah. And dad found us hours later. He dragged you back to work, I’ve never seen him so annoyed with you,” you laughed as the two of you began a leisurely stroll. 

His cheeks turned slightly red, as he looked away. “Not one of my brighter moments, I’ll admit. I’ve never had a Santa lecture me like that in the thousands of years I’ve been working here.”

There was comfortable silence between the two of you for a few moments after that as you thought about what he’d said and wondered why he’d brought it up.

“The next time we talked, you spoke to me for the first time outside of forced, curt introductions. I was ecstatic, I think getting in trouble really broke the ice.”

“I felt bad for getting you in trouble. After all, you only suggested leaving because you noticed I was getting uncomfortable in the workshop. And dad shouting orders wasn’t really helping. I felt like I owed you something,” you kicked the snow, smiling, “you just did it again. Risked your spot, even though dad’s not here, to comfort me.”

He looked at you. “It was worth it then and it’s worth it now. You’re worth it, I mean.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, not knowing what to say. After all, everyone here knows Bernard is proud of his position as Santa’s Head Elf. To hear him say he’d risk it any time for you, is a little surprising.

The shock must’ve been apparent on your face because he suddenly stopped walking. At his side, you stopped yourself from walking forward abruptly not expecting the sudden stop. The stop made you lose your balance and he reached out to steady you, realizing that he should’ve warned you vocally before randomly deciding to stop.

“Are you surprised?”

“To hear you’d prioritize anything over work? Surprised is an understatement. I know I can be a little much, especially when dad’s not around-”

Bernard nudged you with his shoulder. “You’re not a little much. You just need time and patience, the best things in life do.”

Your face heated up at his words, it was hard sometimes to be the way you were. To struggle with speaking to people, to fight the urge to isolate yourself from everyone. You had always assumed that was a burden to everyone around you, even the ones who managed to crack your hard shell.

To hear Bernard speak as if it was just perfectly normal…

“We should go get cocoa! On me!” You broke the weird mood that had temporarily settled over the two of you and before he could say anything, began to pull him along in the direction of the nearest spot for cocoa. 

He let you drag him.

Sure, there were a lot of things about you that other people might find annoying but seeing you in moments like this made it all the worthwhile. He rushed to keep up with your pace, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he caught up with you, no longer needing to be dragged.

You smiled and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He needed to take breaks more often.

[sgiandubh]

End of Anon mystery

Rehashing that Inquisitive Anon who so wanted to know, to know it ALL, to know it RIGHT NOW:

I answered. I wish I didn't. I wish I would have been intelligent for once and thrown it in the bin. But I thought some answer was better than no answer at all, so answer I did and I asked around. Deepest thanks go to: @amongtheblackpinesbranches, @cb4tb, @wordlady60, @ready4newyear, @siobhan64blog, @bat-cat-reader (who reblogged it for visibility and that was sweet & considerate and Bat, you are one of my heroes here) and also to friends reaching out in DMs (you know who you are, what would I do without those chats? LOL). They all took time to look, as I did (after all, I am temperamental, IRL) and came back confused and determined to put this thing to rest.

I will never be able to retrace my walk of maybe a couple of months ago, which took me to a detailed account of Starfury's Highlanders 2 event in Blackpool (25-27 August 2017 - so after IFH and I remembered correctly). That was a link tucked away in the comments of a dormant blog: whip me with the cat o'nine tails, I do not remember which one and I do not keep tabs.

But I did find these that confirm the kerfuffle over it, at the time it happened: all three of them (if three sources are enough for a newspaper, they should be enough for you too, Anon) are now people who moved on from this fandom, never were shippers or jumped boat.

On Yellowfeather's blog (https://yellowfeather84.tumblr.com/post/164757632632/your-follower-pepimint-again-said-on-the-comments):

On Artlander's blog (https://www.tumblr.com/lulu-tan79/164770897625/to-name-slip-anon-after-read-that-post-and-the):

And, pour la bonne bouche, this comment from A Hundred and a Thousand More (https://www.tumblr.com/ahundred-andathousandmore/164830574844/hi-jess-this-is-my-first-time-messaging-you-not), that perhaps sheds a new light on Inquisitive's Anon agenda:

So here is my definitive answer to you, Inquisitive Anon. It is two-folded, as expected:

If you came in peace, welcome! There are, to my meagre knowledge at least, NO videos of that moment and scarcely any pictures. Not all people who were in that room picked that up, thought it important to mention or are still around, today. And few links and pictures of this tiny shippery blip survived The Merry Cretaceous, that blessed time of receipts galore, when Jess' joy was enough to ignite a steam locomotive by itself. It is the main and bitter loss for us, people who are very, very late to this party.

However, if you did not come in peace, let me tell you this: go straight to that born-again Taliban Chihuahua who thought the opposite in 2017 (see above) and tell her I am such an old hand on the return, I still fumble with timelines like an elephant in a china shop. Tell her Palpatine sent you. She knows what I mean. FFS.

[cyberrose2001]

Omg, omg, I just found your blog and you write tf +f! Reader fics!!! Ahhhhh. I was wondering if I could request a 21+ fic where reader disobeys prime when he told her to stay. Their feelings are unknown to each other. when she left, though, it caused issues something that prime did not like.

I also write tf +f!reader but mine are more dedicated to Prime than anything.

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

oh lawd i think i got carried away with this *stares at 6 page word document*.... wanted this to be also hot and fluffy asf, with a sprinkle of angst for flavour. I hope this is satisfactory! 💕

Synopsis: Optimus Prime refuses to let you join him on missions, but eventually reveals why. He makes it for it, however, starting with you on top of him.

Warnings: Smut, ?soft dom optimus, first time sex, slight angst.

Word Count: 3189

It was mid afternoon when the com link went off. The bots were lounging around, either playing games with their human charges, playing lob ball or tinkering with equipment. Optimus Prime had been doing some research on the base computer and furrowed his optic ridges when he answers the com link to a very loud Agent Fowler, as usual.

“Prime! You better not be busy; I’ve got intel on some cons who have hijacked a nearby military base.” Fowler yells, “You better get onto it, I’ll meet you at these coordinates.”

“Understood, Agent Fowler.” Optimus nods his helm, then turns to the rest of the team who had gathered around him in the meantime, “Decepticons have invaded a military base 30 kliks from here, we must investigate and determine why.”

The bots spring into action, transforming into their alt modes while Ratchet opens a ground bridge to the coordinates Agent Fowler provided. Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Arcee race through the bridge. You removed yourself from the couch and ran up to Optimus just before he was about to transform.

“Hey! Can I come this time?” You begged. The last time you asked him to accompany him on a mission he declined but promised you that he would take you on the next mission. Your hopes were crushed, however, when he gave you a solemn look.

“(Y/n), I am afraid that this mission is far too dangerous for you. You are to remain here with the other humans. Next time I- “

You roll your eyes and stomp your foot onto the ground, taking Optimus by surprise, “You said that last time, Optimus! How come Jack, Miko and Raf get to go on cool missions all the time while I’m stuck here with… Ratchet!”

“I do not wish to put you in danger, you must understand this.” Optimus says, lowering his towering frame down to your level, “And you misunderstand, the others are not coming as well.”

“I know, but what about when you entrusted Jack with the Key to Vector Sigma and let him go to Cybertron of all places?” You questioned, knuckles turning white from your grip on the guard rail, “That’s pretty endangering to a human if you ask me!”

Optimus’s optics narrowed onto yours, standing up tall again, “We will talk on my return, you will stay here. Understand?”

You groan and push yourself away from the rail as you watch your guardian transform and drive through the ground bridge. You turn around, only to be met with wide eyes from Jack, Miko and Raf.

“What? You guys gonna boss me around too?” You huff, turning your heels around to head down the catwalk, your footsteps echoing across the now empty base. Jack shakes his head and attempts to go after you.

“(Y/n), come on, where are you going?” Jack calls out to you.

“Away from here,” You answer, not bothering to turn around. You didn’t want the kids to see the small tears that threatened to spill, “Maybe Optimus will appreciate me more when I’m gone.”

The kids watch helplessly as you exit the base, exchanging worried glances to each other.

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Optimus was no liar. He had no intentions of making you feel useless or underappreciated, but he had a duty of care, to protect you and keep you from harms way. While he did promise you that he would take you along with him on his next mission, he could not bare the thought of the Decepticons hurting you, so he put it off every time you would ask him. He often wondered why he was fine with the other humans going on missions with their guardians, but when it came to you, he had a different opinion.

It took him a while to realise that his feelings were something more than that of a guardian relationship. He had developed a love for this human that transcended the boundaries of human and Cybertronian relations, and it troubled him.

But he must not get distracted, not in front of his team. He swung his sword and slashed a Vehicon into two, watching it drop to the ground. He disengaged his sword, and it transformed back into his normal servo and then approached the other members of team prime, who just finished offlining the last of the cons.

“Where’s the fire, Optimus?” Arcee asked. She had witnessed Optimus almost get taken down by the Vehicon’s multiple times, and the look on his face told her that his processor was not in this fight, “You struggled a bit back there.”

“Yeah, you haven’t been yourself lately.” Bulkhead also questioned his behaviour, Bumblebee beeps in agreement.

Optimus turns his helm away from them and closes his optics, “I appreciate your concerns, but I am fine.”

Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee turn to look at each other. They weren’t entirely convinced at his deflecting of their questions, but all silently agreed to not meddle in his personal affairs. Optimus coms Ratchet for a ground bridge back to base, deciding that he needs to tell you what’s been lingering on his processor, for the sake of the team.

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Optimus, Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee walk into the base, the ground bridge dissipating from behind them. Optimus scans the base for your presence, but only finds the kids sitting on the couch in silence watching a tv show. He walks over to them.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” Optimus questions. The kids turn to look at him, Jack is the one to speak up.

“She left, Optimus. I’m not sure where,” Jack gives Optimus a shrug, “She never told us, all we know is that she’s not in the base anymore.”

Optimus optics harden upon the discovery that you had disobeyed his orders to stay at the base, especially when there has been recent Decepticon activity close by. He thought that he would just have a nice conversation about why he cares so much about you, why he wouldn’t let you accompany him on missions. But now, he is going to have a stern talk to you. He thanks Jack and turns back around to head out of the base, ignoring the glances from the other team members. He knows you like the back of his servo; he knows exactly where to look for you.

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Out on a cliff in the desert, about an hour walk from the base, sat you. You were absentmindedly picking up small rocks from your side and throwing them down, watching them bounce and crack of the face of the cliff. You often came here when you were deep in your thoughts, usually with Optimus. It provided a beautiful landscape of the Nevada desert and a perfectly secluded spot with no cell phone signal or contact with any other people. But it felt like nothing without him.

It angered you, it really did, how Optimus treats you like a piece of fine china. You were very capable of handling yourself, but it seems like he doesn’t realise that. It was unfair how often you would see the other bots take their human charges out on missions and having fun, it made you jealous, and sometimes you secretly wished you had a different guardian. But the more you lingered on that thought, the more you hated it, not having Optimus as a guardian.

It was no secret to yourself that you had developed feelings for him. He was strong, brave and the gentlest mech you had ever met all in one giant package. He made your heart flutter; he made you feel like a teenager again. But you wished that he would spend more time with you and let himself go and have more fun, maybe that’s why you were so desperate for him to take you on missions. You just miss him all the time.

You sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest after you threw the last rock you could reach down the cliff. You rest your head on your knees as you start to witness the early stages of the sun setting. Beautiful, you thought.

Ears twitching, you pick up the sound of pedes walking behind you, and you freeze, knowing that Optimus was not going to be impressed with you leaving the base. You heard the mechanical sound of him kneeling behind you and you wait for him to make the first move.

“You should not be out here without me,” Optimus says sternly, “Did I not tell you to remain in the base?”

“Yes, you did.” You answer, still staring out to the horizon, “I heard you loud and clear.”

Optimus is slightly taken aback by your bluntness, but continues, “Yet you disobey me, (Y/n).”

“OK, so what am I supposed to do, Optimus? Wait around for you to come back from missions only to wait for you to leave again?!” You stand up and face him, a small tear finally escaping you and rolls down your dusty cheek, “Is that it? Do you even care about how I feel?”

Optimus’s optics soften as he sees your tears. It was not his intention to make you feel this way, and now that he is witnessing your true emotions right in front of him, it’s making his spark break. But he stays silent.

You stand there, hands balled into fists, “Are gonna answer me? Do you even care abou- “

You are cut off short as the Prime leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, your eyes are blown wide open. He pulls away, reaching a servo down to brush your tears away with a cold digit. To say you were shocked was an understatement. He just kissed you, you thought he hated you for running off, but now you were just confused.

“It may be true that I have become… overprotective of you.” Optimus says, gritting his dentas, “But it is purely because I would never forgive myself if I let you get hurt.”

You stare up at him, eyes searching his optics for the meaning behind his words.

“I protect you because…” Optimus pauses, hesitating for a moment, softly rubbing your cheek, “I love you.”

You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You had no idea that Optimus Prime was overly protective with you because he loved you, it made so much more sense now.

Optimus looks at your blank face, now worried that he has taken it too far, “I apologise if my confession comes off as abrupt. And I apologise if you do not return my affections.”

“No! No, Optimus. It’s ok.” You place your hands on his face plates to ease his worries, “I love you too.”

He smiles at your own confession and at the warmth of your palms, leaning into them and closing his optics, “I have a lot to apologise for, (Y/n). But allow me to… make it up to you. If you are content with me doing so.”

The way that your heat pooled at your lower stomach was embarrassingly quick, but you nod, pulling him into another deep kiss. Optimus smiled into it, opening his dermas slightly so he can start to explore your mouth. It felt very strange, kissing a twenty-foot tall Cybertronian. But the taste of his glossa rolling around your own tongue was intoxicating. Optimus had moved from his kneeling position to sit flat against a rock behind him, picking you up to hold you in his servos and not once removing himself from the kiss. Eventually, you needed air, and you pull away from the heated kiss, softly panting. Optimus smiles at your dishevelled state, gently kissing your cheek.

“You are so heavenly,” He plants small kisses down from your cheek to your neck, licking and tasting, relishing the soft moans that began to come from you. He plants a single kiss to the centre of your chest, “Waited so long for this…”

You breathe out a sigh as he brings a digit up to lift your shirt from the bottom hem, a silent request to remove it. You obliged and pulled it off, throwing it down to the ground. He can feel his spark humming louder when you also took the initiative to remove your pants and underwear. A jolt goes straight to his spike, now throbbing painfully against his interfacing panel. He proceeds with his worshipping, however, kissing both tops of your breasts threatening to spill out of the bra. Your soft moans sound wonderful to his audial receptors.

He works his kisses down your stomach, he feels the small goosebumps against his dermas and the way your hair stands on ends as he does so. Humans are so interesting and complex, he thinks. He stops just below your belly button, looking up at you one last time to gain permission. You nod, hardly containing your eagerness.

He allows you to lay down flat on his palm, his servo feeling cold against your back. You shyly open your legs for him so he can witness your arousal, blushing profusely. He hums in approval, soaking in the sight of you, raw and untamed in front of him. Only for his optics to bare. He brings your body closer to his dermas and places a gentle yet firm kiss to your folds, then experimentally sticks his glossa out and licks right up your centre. He notices your moans as he does so, cataloguing which areas bring out more of your delicious sounds in his processor. Optimus circles the tip of his glossa around your clit, which he realised straight away that this is the most sensitive part of you. He continues this for a few moments, drawing out sweet moans from you.

“Optimus… ughn…fuck,” You whimper out his name, oh how he desperately wants you to finish on his glossa, adoring the way you call out his name. But he can’t let you finish yet. He licks another stripe up your pussy, then dips his glossa into your warmth, teasing your insides.

Optimus’s thoughts are occupied with how you taste, so sweet and soft, more delicate and a stronger taste than that of a Cybertronian valve. His newfound taste for you has his spark yearning for more.

You feel the same way, his glossa is so much larger and warmer than a regular tongue and feels like tiny sparks of static on your skin. The sensations are bringing you closer to your orgasm than you thought, and you gently push him away with a foot in order to prevent it from happening too early. Optimus obliges and draws his intake away from your now soaking wet pussy. The sight of your juices covering his dermas is something that you only thought you could dream of, you take a mental screenshot for later purposes.

Optimus is not sure how much longer he can hold himself back, his spike is aching to be released. He needs to frag you; he needs to feel those velvety walls squeeze around him instead of his glossa. He brings you closer and gives you another kiss, nipping at your lip gently.

He lowers you gently and places you, so you are straddling his hips. You feel something shift behind you and press against your back, your eyes widen as you realise just how big the Prime is. Optimus senses your uneasiness, he can understand why.

“If it would please you, I can mass-displace it so it will be easier, (Y/n).” Optimus offers, servos softly fondling the flesh of your thighs, “I understand if this is too intimidating for you.”

You shake your head and bit your lip, “No, Optimus, I’m not intimidated at all… I want you to feel good too, but if you mass displace it, will it less pleasurable for you?”

Optimus laughs softly, a rare treat for you, “It is actually more sensitive, due to the surface area being reduced, the nerves are more… compact. It is difficult to explain this right now, your wonderful thighs are quite distracting.”

“Go for it then, Prime.” You smile, slowly grinding your ass along his length. Optimus vents hitch as you do so, he then mass-displaces his spike. It is still quite large compared to you, but you were positive you could take it now.

He helps you position yourself over top his throbbing spike, slowly pressing your thighs down as you softly whimper, feeling you stretch wonderfully over his thickness. He emits a low groan as you bottom out, spike twitching inside you. Any previous imaginings of what you would feel like impaled on his spike was snuffed out, the real you exceeded his expectations.

“Holy fuck…” You moan out, hands gripping the metal of his abdomen. Optimus gently rubs a servo up and down your back, letting you adjust to his size. After a moment, you give him a nod and you slowly lift yourself up, only to slam yourself back onto him.

Optimus lets out a guttural moan, he places the servo that was roaming your back onto your hip, guiding you up and down, “Primus… you are… hggn… excellent at this.”

You let out a chuckle in between your moans, “Us humans have had… a lot of practise.”

Optimus’s optics roll to the back of his helm when he felt your hips begin to move in circles, the sensations this little human was giving him was driving him crazy. Your moans and whimpers, the sounds of soft skin slapping against his hard metal are like an anthem to his audio receptors. He grips your hips firm and begins to thrust up into you. He was so close to his release.

“Optimus! Please… make me yours forever.” You moan out as your orgasm hits you, throwing your head back, arms move to rest behind you on his thighs as your hips quiver and shake at his continuing thrusts, “Oh my god…”

“(Y/n) …” Optimus groans your name, pushing one last thrust into you before he overloads. The sight of you completely lost in your pleasure is what made him reach his limit. His spike throbs intensely inside of you, filling you up with his transfluids. His hips shutter as you help him ride out his overload, venting heavily, “Frag…”

You both stayed still for a while, catching up with your breaths. After you collected yourself, you lean down and press a kiss to his abdominal plating, cherishing the soft sigh that leaves Optimus’s intake. He smiles at your affection, brushing a digit across your cheek.

“Was that… a satisfactory apology?” Optimus hums, still venting slightly, optics closed. You smile up at him and nod, pressing a kiss to the tip of his digit.

“Mhmm,” You sigh, “Optimus, I’m sorry that I argued with you… I just… miss you a lot when you’re gone.”

Optimus opens his optics and looks down at you, he brushes a strand of loose hair behind your ear, “I promise that I will never ever make you feel alone again.”

You smiled, leaning into his servo. Why bother going on missions with Optimus, when all you really needed was this.

[abombihoney]

my thoughts as I read the new (6 months old) chapter of ethnoentomology bc i said would live blog it and this is least annoying way i can do so.

Hornet really just fucking pulled a gun out im like 1 minute fucking in jesus girl.

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ooooooooh my fucking god he's literally a sopping wet little meow meow. i WILL be coming back 2 this.

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what this fucking pronoun fuckery i need to reread this shit im onto something. i need to add all my annotations together. i need a conspiracy board. i need to make a chart with color coded lines

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I wish Hallownest’s official language was anything other than “cryptic riddles.”

me too dude the fuck.

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CHANCE BEING EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT???? telling lurien he isn't at fault for the radiance's actions

however... how could he think anything else really. he is all for blaming the radiance for everything.

i'm feeling a delicious mix of "can i even trust my own thoughts" mixed with Chance trying to separate what was him versus what was other.

What happens when (if) he manages to separate what actions were wholly him with no outside influence? What will he regret? What will he desperately try to justify?

How would he even determine what is him and what is the influence of the radiance? He has no memory of past actions to compare against. He can't necessarily even trust the memories he does have, they're full of hallucinations, gaps in memory where he doesn't know what he did. If it was "him" that did it. AAAAAAAAAAAUGH

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is chance checking out of reality a lot rn or am i looking too deep. there seems to be a lot of "jump cuts"

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back 2 valleri. info dump for me lurien i only read a handful of chapters of midnight rider.

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 "I couldn’t tell you how many times she would’ve been jailed or worse"

wait wasnt she jailed tho. didnt she like. immediately punch pk in the face or am i misremembering. does lurien not know this. i feel like he should be told this information somehow bc like. i feel like it would give him a heart attack.

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VALLERI LEFT SOMETHING FOR CHANCE???? THE PLOT THICKENS HELLO???

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why is chance so gay he is SO focused on lurien all the time jesus christ man. i feel like i keep getting trapped in one of them slow burn fics where they keep almost kissing.

FUCKIGN 2 SECONDS LATER:

Having grabbed something from a small drawer in the table behind Chance, Lurien settled back, (disappointingly) further away from him.

chance ur down bad. this is going to blow up in his face spectacularly somehow. good 2 know i wasnt imagining the horny descriptions of lurien from last chapt.

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new theory: valleri is a time-traveling post-transition chance. source: my other theory that valleri and chance are closely related. similar temperament and appearance. both from california or w/e.

wait i think i remember valleri have future seeing powers. i refuse to finish reading midnight rider until ethno is done tho so i'm keeping my theory

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Chance reflexively rejected this information before he could begin processing its implications.

side effects of having magic powered by belief: may decide to just ignore things bc if u believe it you make it true. denial is a powerful drug

wait. hmmmmm.

did the radiance take chance's memories? or did chance want to forget? like could also totes be the cool magical barrier that wipes ur memories to prevent the radiance from escaping the corpse of hallownest. but now i am thinking of all the fucked up implications of something so horrible (by a teenagers standards) that chance wanted to forget everything.

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TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSK MY BABY TUSK POV TUSK POV TUSK POV

oh no the baby is injured.

They needed to find Chance. He would heal them, like always—

ur honor they love each so much!!!!!!!!! might be becoming a lil codependent but ITS FINE

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checks out that hornet was a vicious little child lmao

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“For Hallownest, there is no cost too great. That is what I told Him.”

OH SHIT

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oh fuck yeah i fucking love use of game mechanics in stories for problem solving. go little guy go!

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HEY WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Like life’s just a script and she’s waiting for her cue.

OH? paralleling what lurien said about PK. INTRIGUING.

(fucked up evil theory: The parallels between PK and Valleri that are being drawn here... from what I understand Valleri became INCREDIBLY close and attached to hallownest. What if Chance is Valleri's hollow knight?)

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The White Palace was destroyed. But so was the Watcher’s Spire, and Chance could put that back.

my sweet child, you are going to fucking kill chance

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Too cowardly to confront her own cowardice.

ruh roh raggy. hornet's going to have to contend with the fact that she has killed her own siblings in cold blood eventually. possibly soon

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fuck yeah i love worldbuilding. tell me more about how the fictional bug city built in a wet cave functioned and how the class divide determined transportation methods.

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*slaps chance* this baby can fit so much PTSD in it

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this is spelling euphoria isn't it.

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hey wait doesn't chance have boat trauma??? didn't he see a corpse under a boat in the last chapter of act 1???

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something bad is going to happen. we're building so much suspense.

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"Chance"

??????? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON NOW???????

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 draped half overboard like a dirty wet rag

chance's natural state really.

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something in their Void was churning

This happens directly after Chance has his little episode with the boat. Are Chance and Tusk connected by the void? Didn't something similar happen in the last chapter??

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Hornet i love u. She's so spiderman coded.

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—Tusk whacked the switch to the elevator and went up and away. “Wh—Vessel! Hold on!”

see u idiot

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Ah Lemm, the confidence of a man who is very very wrong. he'd shit his pants if he saw all the human shit in the junkyard lmao.

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Several photos were attached to the line and dangled from ceiling to floor. Dozens of lines around the room like party streamers, a hundred little memories swaying gently in the dust.

megamind ass organization system

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burned painting frame.... coating the room in ash.. im sure this holds no significance whatsoever and won't come up again.

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Tusk has so much youngest sibling energy lmao

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uh oh hornet. ur getting attached.

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this is to hornet also, isnt it?

WAHT THE FUCK

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oh okay they are connected. poor tusk and chance. they r gonna become a feedback loop up fucked up huh

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wait does chance not know shes the princess. lmao

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aww hug fest JEREMY REAL??? or is hornet infected too hello????

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IM GOING FERAL VALLERIS SEEING SO MANY THINGS AT ONCE AND REACTING TO ALL OF THEM HELLO?????

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oh my god i feel like ive been punched seventeen times in a row. i have so much hype i need to run a marathon. im fucking spinning in circles im filled with unrestrained summer fun oh my god im supposed to sleep soon i dont know if i can manage stop thinking long enough to do that holy shit

[danandphilchronology]

What the heck am I doing?

Hello Internet! (I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself)

I have decided to embark on an adventure, a deep dive through the history that is the existence and influence or Philip Lester and Daniel Howell on the internet. I am sure that this will fill me with cringe and the upmost appreciation for my favorite internet lads.

You may be asking yourself, Why?.

Thank you for asking, let me tell you.

I can remember exactly where I was when I saw my very first video with Dan and Phil. I was in middle school and I was laughing myself to tears while watching innuendo bingo in 2012. From that moment on, I followed them both nearly religiously. Doing my best not to miss a livestream, be in the first 301 to see their new uploads, amongst other intense parasocial obligations I had placed on myself. That was until I graduated High School and started college.

College was by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I was constantly under pressure to perform well in classes AND I was determined to be the most involved student. I was very lucky to have a few really close friends to keep me sane, but I stopped doing things that I enjoyed and forced myself to stretch myself thinner than a cheesecloth.

Flash forward to now with the resurgence of Dan and Phil games and the remarkable experience of being able to reenter a fandom feeling like you never left. However, there are some major gaps I have found being on dnptwt and I want to fill in those gaps and revisit the many things that these chaotic gays have given us over their over 14+ year careers on youtube.

I was on twitter the other day and someone shared a playlist of all of Dan and Phil's videos in chronological order and I have not been able to stop thinking about sitting down and going from where it all started and getting to see the amazing and proud men they are today.

So, now you are asking, and the intellectuals I know that you are, What is the point of this blog? You inquisitive lad, let me tell you. My friends, while the know of Dip and Pip, have no interest in doing this deep dive with me. So, I came to the one place on the internet where deep diving into a topic that I have become (and will continue to be, lets be honest) hyper fixated on, it not only allowed, but often encouraged.

No one is required to care about what I say, but I can say it and someone somewhere might think the same thing! Or someone who is new to the whole fandom may find it and find my anecdotal mumbling to be interesting and helpful! Who knows!

Anyway, you have found this blog, you have read this far and I still haven't lost you? I'm going to assume you are a slowburn fic consumer and I think you'll appreciate my approach.

What do you have to look forward too?

The goal is a video a day. The early videos are much shorter, so I wouldn't be surprised if, at least for a while, I do quite a few in a single sitting. Each video will get its own post where I highlight my favorite (and least favorite bits). I may also highlight some things that were going on during that time and mark each video some current event. The best thing is that I get to decided as I'm going, but I promise I will do my best to make it equal parts entertaining and informative.

Thank you for making it this far! I hope that I don't disappoint you <3

[katiifaestarot]

My reading today is: What Truth You're Afraid (or avoiding) to See or Hear Right Now ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ sorry for missing yesterday's blog post, i slept all day yesterday and was really just working on getting my body to feel better again 😭🥹

☆Today's post will be on the shorter side, but i hope the topic piques your interest 🫣

about me + why i am a tarot reader

** I AM NOT A MEDICAL OR HEALTH PROFESSIONAL; PLEASE USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT AND DISCERNMENT TO DETERMINE IF YOU NEED OR WANT TO SEEK PROPER HELP OR TREATMENTS FOR YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR OR SOCIAL MEDIA!!

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There are 4 piles and you will be picking through The Earth Magic Oracle Cards picture that is right below this text!!!

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✨️🧚🏽‍♀️please choose your pile and may your intuition and inner knowing guide you to the pile with the energy most suited for you and most suited to help you along your path at this current point in time, no matter what that looks like🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

PILE 1- Love -- Compassion

PILE 2- Green Man -- Synergy

PILE 3- Ancestors -- Generations

PILE 4- Ceremony -- Invocation

** sometimes ( most of the time ) i will pick up on multiple energies that need attention or want to be expressed during the reading so i ASK YOU TO UNDERSTAND THIS DURING MY READINGS:

depending on how the reader(YOU) chooses to look at the situation or however the situation resonates for the reader(YOU) and because this is a general reading;

⚠️YOU HAVE to be able to use YOUR better discernment + better judgement skills to fully absorb the message and be able to do the necessary work to keep YOURSELF on track for the future YOU WANT for YOURSELF⚠️

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OKAY PILE 1:

The truth you are afraid to see/hear right now is: Your heart is tired and done with getting taken advantage yes, but its also tired and done with not being attended too and being closed off to everything and anything that would help it heal and grow by you.

because YOU still refuse to let go of past situations or people, or because you are blocking it off out of fear, doubt, or past rejection. Your reality is not what you would like it to be. And you arent bringing in people or situations to help it heal OR help YOURSELF/YOUR MIND HEAL TOO!!

What your heart/heart space/heart chakra is trying to get you to understand is that you are not the only one who goes through heartbreak that causes you to feel earth-shattering-ly broken(¿? if that is a word((its not)) or if that makes sense lol). You and many others share the same pain. So it would stand to reason that you ARE NOT ACTUALLY ALONE AND YOU HAVE PEOPLE AND SITUATIONS WAITING FOR YOU TO OPEN UP AGAIN SO THEY CAN AS WELL HEAL AND EXCHANGE THE CORRECT TYPE OF ENERGY TO HEAL THEMSELVES AND YOU.

Another thing is that you need to recognize and fully believe is that your own thoughts create your reality and the more you focus on fear, doubts, pain, etc, etc-- the more you'll feel and see darkness encompass you.

but if you focus on the new things that could bring you happiness and so much love + stop fearing change and uncomfortability, you'll start to notice how much good is around you and how much you AREN'T alone💚

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OKAY PILE 2:

The truth you are afraid to see/hear right now is: you are ready to get on move on in your life, and you're actually afraid of your own success at the moment, which is holding you back from everything you deserve to attain for yourself.

This message is saying YOU ARE GOOD TO GO PILE 2!!! WHATEVER DREAM/GOAL/PLANS/MANIFESTATIONS/ETC YOU WOULD LIKE TO ACHIEVE ; IT'S WAITING FOR YOU TO ACT ON THE STEPS NECESSARY TO BRING IT TO FRUITION BECAUSE SPOILER ALERT!!!:

you will be victorious if you are SERIOUSLY and CONSISTENTLY going after them.

so be more open, aware, excited, and trusting of yourself and the divine support coming towards you.

make sure you keep your ego in check! Dont get carried away and DONT get to.....victim-y either!

work in tandem with yourself and other people or things willing to help you grow

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** I AM NOT A MEDICAL OR HEALTH PROFESSIONAL; PLEASE USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT AND DISCERNMENT TO DETERMINE IF YOU NEED OR WANT TO SEEK PROPER HELP OR TREATMENTS FOR YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR OR SOCIAL MEDIA!!

OKAY PILE 3:

The truth you are afraid to see/hear right now is: you do NOT have it all together and you CANNOT do the healing all by yourself, you will need to open up about the pain that has occured either to a trusted friend/family or seek guidance from a professional source. and there is nothing wrong with that.

You're dealing with generations of pain and missteps. And that is simultaneously SO COOL and SO F◇(#-ing hard to take on and deal with.

I say cool because 🥹you guys do have the ability to tap into your past generations abilities and skills to help you through life as well. Because just as much as you take on the pain, you take on the wonderful traits from your past ancestors as well.

You have drive, strength, passion, resiliency, and so many more wonderful qualities too. All passed down from people who lived WAAAAAY before you.

so dont take on everything alone, gather help, and that will show your true strength!

-444 could be significant or have a message for you.

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OKAY PILE 4:

The truth you are afraid to see/hear right now is: Dont cut off spirituality or spiritual gifts because you're afraid, because it goes against something you might already believe in//**were told to believe in by someone else, or because it's not tangibly showing itself to you.

You need to open up your mind and heart to fully becoming who you were always meant too.

This path keeps calling you and you might be ignorning it.

If you truly want to change, grow, and become someone you like within yourself:

start with an altar of somesort and put the four elements on it (earth,water,fire,air) ie-things that represent those elements and then start to add personal items for you that can remind you throughout your day what you want to achieve and that hopefully helps with believing and staying on track this year and MANY years to come too.

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I sincerely hope you received what you needed and released what you don't !! See you again soon!! Take it easyyy and just breathe and fllooowwww!!! you got this! byyeee~🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

**please let me know how I'm doing in any way you can! that is the easiest way to support me and also a good way to signal to me that I should keep going + any helpful advice from the community would be welcomed and appreciated because i've been off tumblr for about 5years+ now and it's all different n' shizz 🥺 🥹 🙏🏼

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[tomhiddlestonsangel]

geez louise this fanfic is long-

If you guys havent seen my fanfiction post over on my writing blog at @mileschoosesdeath or my ao3 account at the same name, here is your chance to take a little sneak peek ( I might post some snippets on that account as well as here so that everyone can see)

just a brief synopsis: this is basically "what if odysseus from EPIC canon was reborn as MCU peter parker ? " and the second chapter currently is me writing odysseus' journey in peter parker's body and since its a long 16-17 years- WHOOO- its a long one

currently on NWH rn and man- my heart is breaking - at the parallels

well, now that i got my rambles out of the way, some snippets:

before i do, some snippets may contain spoilers for the epic sagas (currently) and the movies that contain Peter Parker such as Civil War, Homecoming, Infinity War, Endgame, FFH, and NWH

with that out of the way, snippets ahead!: -------------------------------------------------------------

He sees Ben on the ground and Odysseus tries to save him, to keep him in this changed world but it's inevitable.  Ben dies and he’s left to chase the man who committed the crime.

Peter reaches the man, and Odysseus is at first chanting ruthlessness is mercy, ruthlessness is mercy, ruthlessness is mercy when he catches the reflection of the teen in a broken shard of mirror.

Peter’s eyes are filled with tears and he looks so young. So young to have the world take everything away from him. He’s reminded of his son, Telemachus, the bright-eyed boy who cried when his father revealed himself.

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Odysseus notices the wizard acting strange. He’s twitching with his eyes shut almost… almost as if he's seeing the future. 

I am the prophet, with the answers you seek

The stone glows on his chest and they can’t help but feel a bit nervous. 

Time, I’ve unlocked it, I see the past and future running free

Strange gasps and stumbles, causing everyone to rush to his side.

“What was that?” Peter asks as he helps the man get his bearings.

Strange looks at them all and Odysseus cringes when he sees Tiresias’ face flicker on the man’s for a second.

"I went forward in time,  view alternate futures, see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict." Strange’s voice is heavy with something Odysseus can't pinpoint.

"How many did you see?" Quill asks.  Mantis and Drax look at each other with uncertainty. Peter drums his fingers nervously.

Doctor Strange took a deep breath before saying, “Fourteen million, six hundred and five.” It’s dread, Odysseus realizes. Strange is afraid to reveal something.

There is a world, where I help you get home

"How many did we win?" 

Tony looks at Strange with a certain determination, like he is letting Strange handle this. Odysseus knows what’s about to happen, his voice wanting to be let out and shout stop, don’t listen–

“One.”

 He’s staring directly into Tony’s eyes and everyone gasps.

But it’s not a world I know

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The last one explodes and they land on the bridge, facing down Mysterio.

However, Mysterio is nothing but a sore loser, like Poseidon and he challenges Peter to a battle with the last remaining drones.

We’ve got this, Odysseus reassures. Just follow my lead.

The drones drop Peter in a dark void and Peter closes his eyes before Odysseus takes the reins.

Actually, it's Odysseus, Peter, and their Spider-Sense working in tandem. They swing, dodge, kick, and fight their way through, while Peter shuts off all his thoughts, feelings, and essentially himself.

Fight, little wolf, fight

Take advantage now and Strike, little wolf, strike

Don't go down without a Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf

Get up and fight

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“Strange-’” Peter laughs nervously, without a smile on his face. “They will die if you send them back.”

“Parker,” Strange glares at them. “It is their fate. They cannot escape it.”

“But-” Peter tries to plead their case but Strange cuts him off. “We cannot change the wheels of Fate anymore than we can stop them .”

Odysseus now feels horrified. This was Astyanax, Scylla, and the wrath of Zeus all over again. He faintly heard the baby crying for his mother, the crackling of his men's torches, and the pounding of thunder in the sky.

What were they about to do? Were they going to swing the axe of fate down on these villains just as he had done all those centuries ago?

“I’m sorry, kid,” Strange said, placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “This is their only way home, and the only way to fix your life.”

This is your only way home, the lair of Scylla.

But Scylla has a cost

It's just an infant

It's just a boy

What sort of imminent threat does he pose, that I cannot avoid?

Captain? I have to see her.

But we’ll die. I know.

Peter made his decision right there and then.

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“Like you did?” Strange retorts. “I know what you did all those centuries ago, Odysseus,” He spat the name like an insult. “You threw a baby off a wall-”

“I didnt want to!” Odysseus cries, his hand faltering on his sword. “Who was I to question the gods?”

“You did it anyway!” Strange roars. “You led your friend, Polites to his death all because you wanted to greet the world with open arms” Odysseus’ grip falters on his sword but he held steadfast.

“You also sent six men to their deaths all because you wanted to go home to your wife- You fed them yourself!”

“That’s not- I-” Odysseus sputters, his sword shaking in his hands.

“You sent the rest of our crew to their deaths so that you could appease Zeus' debt. What makes this act any more different than your crimes?”

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OKAY! That should be the last of the snippets I can post before I spoil huge plot points in the story. I will post some of these snippets again over on my writing blog (@mileschoosesdeath) [for some reason, it seems like my posts don't get as much attention on that blog than this one, I don't know why]

so! before i forget! the first chapter is actually up on my ao3, (mileschoosesdeath), [same name as the tumblr-blog, ]

Link down below of the chapter, in case you cant find it on your own-

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Well! Thats all for now! I hope you guys enjoy my fic! As a prize for sticking around on this long post: behold! my favorite song from the entire musical!

see yall around!!

[yourlilkaiju]

K, now for some original Shiz....

My mom runs a blog on here and I fully support her. Mind you, I'm adopted-and very recently so. And I couldn't ask for a better parent. She's a supernatural mom and HOLY SHIT GUYS! This is probably going to be the first post I have that has to do with the SuperWhoLock fandom. Namely Supernatural. (I have stayed silent and kept my distance for a long time because tbh, you guys...no words. I mean it. )

Moving forward on this topic.

I've mainly been in the shadows, observing your antics for years. I've enjoyed your colts. Your devils traps. I have even enjoyed "I'll interrogate the cat", references. But I am more of an animation and video game person. I will read more manga and smut novels than a person can comprehend and I am, BY ALL IN TENSE AND PURPOSES-a monster hugger.(I can't say the other thing, there might be desperate and impressionable younguns reading this....its Tumblr.)

But in all honesty, seeing her enjoyment of the series lights my heart up and actually makes me really happy to see her happy. It even made it really easy to get her a gift for mother's day. With her I gained an awesome kid brother and a family I never really knew that I could have. Keep in mind it was weird. It was awkward and it took time for her to get used to my antics. I'm actually a super weird person irl and often say the most unhinged bs. When she did get used to it, horror was still kind of ooky to her. But thriller was, and is definitely on the table. Hence why Supernatural is now a vital part of our lives. It is ensuring that my mom is keeping afloat. She is coming out of a difficult time and the series is one of those things that has managed to keep her afloat. She's one of the most logical and forthright people I know. She has her highs, she has her lows. Some days, it's hard for her to get back up. What's more, in our house, I'm the only one who drinks coffee or alcohol. So it's a good thing that stimulants are off the table. 😅

Namely for her.

Now to the point.

She has read ahead about how she hates how abrupt the series ended-she's not alone in that department. Dean should have had more of a life. Sam should have been able to continue hunting while balancing his picket fence family man lifestyle. But how can this be fixed? Well, she has been wanting to be a writer in the film industry and I am fully supportive of her going in. Its a difficult field, however it's not impossible and I am a very pushy individual when it comes to personal goals and ambitions. Especially for others. I like seeing people thrive. But not at the expense of their health.

Tea, biscuits. The whole shebang. That nonsense.

However, knowing CW, abc and the like: it's more or less going to end up feeling as though one is pulling teeth. Not only that but trying to get your work to the right resource and not get plagiarized is like trying to throw a baby in a pool to teach them to swim (You just don't do it.). She does her research and she does it well. She even does her best to figure out how to network for television networks and streaming services, so that she can determine how to get a foothold in the industry.

And I am very proud of her for that.

I am also proud of her for not being a twilight mom.

Thank. God.