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[kindlythevoid]

I?? Wrote a thing??

In honor of Star Wars Day!! I managed to write a piece on a dude from the Original Trilogy!! :D A little drabble of a character study, but I kinda like it!! :D

Check it out here!!

[aurora-starwars]

Hi!! Can I request a scenario of Jake Sully and Reader bonding with their kids and telling them a story of how they fell in love. Also maybe a bit of Reader bonding with Lo’ak who’s a mama’s boy?

Family Is One Of Nature's Masterpieces

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: To get their energetic kids to bed, Reader and Jake tell them the story of how they fell in love

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I really liked this idea!!!! Please enjoy! <333

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The kids were hard to put to bed at this age. Always wanting to run around and play. It was a wonder that [Name] and Jake got anything done.

Lo’ak seemed to lead the chaos most of the time, Tuk encouraging his behaviour. This more often then not lead to Lo’ak doing or saying something dumb, usually causing him trouble from his parents. While Lo’ak always seemed to lead the shenanigans, Kiri was easily convinced to join although she pretends she wants nothing to do with them. And despite her ‘indifference’, she always seems to have the most fun. While Neteyam joins them every now and again, it’s more often that the three attempt at playing a prank on him.

Although that never seemed to work.

Once they tried replacing his drink with juice from a plant that was so smelly, that plants around it struggled to grow. But when Neteyam went to take a sip, he was pulled away for more training. Or when they tried to dye his loin cloth, the plant they used turned out to have no pigment when it dried.

These were small things that Jake and [Name] observed about their children. Small things that meant the world to them. Small moments like the one now while they run around the canopy in their Home tree. Although, the chaos can become loud and much too energetic for bed time.

Jake smiled at the kids running around playing a strange game of tag while he held [Name] snug in his arms. Looking down quickly, he found [Name] smiling at the kids as well. Jake could feel the vibrations of her laugh from under him as she reacted to something smart-ass Kiri said. The two could only feel a sense of pride as they watched their children. Jake laughed at Tuk sticking her tongue out at Lo’ak before she started to yawn.

“Alright! Time for bed!” Jake called, having apparently decided to call for bed time at the peak of their fun.

[Name] cringed to her self about the timing, the kids were not going to like this.

Sure enough, loud whining started from the kids. Well, mostly just Tuk and Lo’ak.

“It is not bed time yet! It’s barely even eclipse!” Tuk complained, pointing at where she thought the sun would be before slouching dramatically.

“Yeah! I was just about to beat Tuk! Again…” Lo’ak remarked, mumbling the last part with a grin.

“Come you two, your father is right,” [Name] started with an amused smile.

“As he usually is.” Jake added quietly, only to receive a small elbow in his stomach.

“We should all head to bed if we want to get a good night’s rest. We want to be ready to run faster for tomorrow, right Tuk?” [Name] smiled, watching as her youngest resist a smile at the chance of beating Lo’ak.

“Yeah… But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Tuk complained once again.

“Why don’t we tell you a story?” Jake suggested.

The kids were slowly closing in around them, finding interest in this idea. Tuk jumped right into [Name]’s arms, looking up expectantly at her parents. Neteyam and Lo’ak sat on either side of [Name] and Jake, facing the person promising a story. It wasn’t often that their parents would tell stories like this before bed.

Sure they had told stories of past and passed on information using this medium but a voluntary story before bed? Their parents saved the best stories for this time.

“Could you tell the story of how you fell in love?” Kiri asked softly, hoping that just they would hear as she moved to sit in front of her parents.

“How we fell in love?” Jake smirked, looking at [Name].

“Yeah we can do that.” [Name] looked at Jake, smirking back.

“Ewww. A love story. Of course you would pick that Kiri.” Lo’ak complained, rolling his eyes at Kiri.

“You are going to die sad and alone, Lo’ak.” Kiri stated, smacking his arm.

To which Lo’ak only pouted at, causing Neteyam to laugh.

“I think it is sweet, she can get ideas for her and Spider.” Neteyam teased, drawing out the ‘r’ in spider. Clearly having no such feelings as he laughed.

“You’re going to die alone too!” Kiri remarked, glaring at Neteyam which he only laughed harder at.

“Oh put it a rest you three.” [Name] rolled her eyes, finding not only Tuk laughing, but feeling Jake laugh from behind her as well.

When [Name] heard as close to silence as she was going to get, she began the story.

“Well, it started when your father wandered in this forest with his small crew of scientists.” [Name] began, watching as all of their faces morphed to those of great intrigue.

“After he was separated from the group, he was struggling to survive on his own.” [Name] spoke confidently.

“I wouldn’t say I was struggling.” Jake argued.

“You were struggling.” [Name] repeated with the same confidence.

Jake huffed as was met with the giggling of his children.

“When he was attacked by a pack of viperwolves.” [Name] said dramatically, all of the kids around her gasping.

“As he was struggling to fend them off-”

“What is with all of the ‘me struggling’?” Jake asked, cutting her off again.

“Well if you weren’t struggling then you wouldn’t have needed me to help.” [Name] smirked, knowing she won.

Jake only huffed again and rolled his eyes playfully.

“As he was struggling to fend them off, I jumped down and saved him, scaring all of the viperwolves off.” [Name] explained, a proud tone in her voice that Jake couldn’t help but smile at.

“As I went around accessing the damage he had caused, he dared to thank me.” [Name] shook her head.

Jake rolled his eyes, thinking about how it had been years and she still was not at peace with it. But then he saw he children, shaking their heads in agreement, to which he smiled, shake his head with disbelief at how similar they were to [Name]. Jake thought it was about time to take the story into his own hands.

“Then your mom looked at me, and it was love at first sight.” Jake smiled as he looked at [Name].

“She fell hopelessly in love with me.” Jake smirked, look around at his children who were equally entranced at his telling of the story.

“The only hopeless one here would have been you if I hadn’t helped you.” [Name] stated in a monotone voice, receiving another laugh from her kids.

“Regardless, from that day on, she couldn’t get enough of me.” Jake boasted with a smug smile.

“I then yelled at him for being a bumbling baby and how he should go back to his lab rats.” [Name] smiled with victorious glint in her eye.

“I was not bumbling!” Jake argued again, causing another wave of giggles.

“I don’t know, dad. Kinda sounded like you were a hopeless bumbling baby.” Lo’ak remarked, putting his hands in the air and looking away acting as if he were innocent.

“Nice one Lo’ak.” [Name] smiled, offering a fist to fist bump, which only mean Lo’ak beam with pride.

“Then he followed me to the root of the Hometree. Where I almost got rid of him. But then, like a miracle, the seeds of the tree fell on him, covering him completely.”

Several simultaneous ‘woah’s sounded from the kids.

“It’s actually funny, because if it weren’t for Eywa’s message, I would have shot him while he was prancing around with the viperwolves." [Name] giggled, clearly find that fact hilarious.

Jake did not so much.

“It wasn’t that funny.” Jake pouted, before continuing.

“She then was obviously obligated to bring me in front of the Olo'eyktan, seeing as I was the chosen one.”

“Chosen not to die…” Kiri remarked, [Name] smiled at her.

“Okay, why have we became a Jake Sully hate club today?” Jake asked rolling his eyes at the laughs he received from all of his family.

“Just continue the story, yawne.” beloved

“When we got their they told me that [Name] would teach me to be one of The People.” Jake boasted.

“After he told them he was an empty cup.” [Name] whispered to Tuk, but her voice was loud enough that everyone heard, resulting in another wave of laughter.

“Alright you four, now it’s really time for bed.” Jake stated, fed up with all of this slander.

[Name] kissed his cheek softly, causing Jakes face to move from a pout to a smile as complaints sound from the kids.

“He is right, it is now time for bed.”

[Name] smiled as they all got situated for sleep, when Lo’ak sat next to her, a timid look on his face.

“What’s wrong Lo’ak?” [Name] asked softly, concern written all over her face.

“Do you think I will ever find love?” Lo’ak asked quietly, no doubt trying to hide the question from his siblings.

“Of course you will, Lo’ak! You are a wonderful young man who is going to grow to be a wonderful man with a mate that Eywa has sent, just for you.” [Name] smiled at the boy.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will meet someone who loves every bit of your wonderful self.” [Name] gazed softly at him.

Many saw much of Jake in Lo’ak but [Name] saw so much of herself in him as well. Lo’ak smiled back before hugging her tightly.

“Thanks mom.” Lo’ak smiled more confidently now, before yawning.

“You get to bed, little man.” [Name] laughed as Lo’ak made his was to where he was sleeping.

Jake walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around his mate.

“We did well with them.” Jake smiled, resting his chin on [Name]’s shoulder for a moment before kissing her neck quickly.

“We did.” [Name] smiled, leaning back to enjoy his arms around her.

“We really did.”

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! Please read the request guideline before requesting! It makes it easier for me! Thank you! <3333

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Taglist: @nyotamalfoy

[neomedievalist]

hey chat. I did a deep (medium) dive into gamescent to figure out what the fuck they meant by any of that

first of all, the price tag, holy shit. second of all, AT PAX EAST? it took me a second to realize implication of this being at pax east. this is going to be an INVOLUNTARY EXPERIENCE for some people LOL. THE STINKY BOOTH AT PAX EAST.

The first thing I wanted to know is how the fuck does this use ai? i conjured a beautiful world where we could actually experience ai-generated scents but no, obviously it's just a buzzword used to drive investors. it uses ai to analyze the sound in your game to dispense the appropriate scent, which sounds bad.

Brief interlude i love this ai generated image they use on their "blog" section on their website, me and my little car i use for gaming

the first thing you'll find with this article and the website is that they are downright ADDICTED to pretending smell-o-vision was a good thing.

AHEAD OF ITS TIME? I WOULDN'T GO THAT FAR.

GEOFF, I DON'T THINK THE INSUFFICIENT TECHNOLOGY WAS THE ISSUE HERE.

The ONLY benefit of using AI they can come up with is the timing of the release of the scent lolll

ANIME SCENT

I'm personally obsessed with them calling it DLC because I have no idea how this is supposed to be downloadable lmao i couldn't find anything on their website using this terminology. Geoff Keighley what did you mean by this. You wouldn't download a scent.

to the eager anticipation of all ultrakill fans/sex freaks the BLOOD scent DLC will be coming soon.

there's a giveaway section for data harvesting and apparently 11,000 entries which i somehow doubt

I really love the vague wording here "will not be responsible for any outcome" ANY OUTCOME?

I forgot to say of course they have an app lmao. and i love how every physical item you buy is now just a license to use that item now. Surely they wont shut down service for this making your 200 CAD scent box useless laughing crying emoji

Literally what the fuck is this what does this product have to do with fitness. i can't find ANYTHING correlating this. i had a sneaking suspicion that most of this writing was ai generated but this might just confirm it lol

What is this tweet

tldr im not looking at this anymore when are they releasing the gabriel ultrakill armpit sweat dlc scent

[fountainpenguin]

Frayed Knots

Fairly OddParents ~ (July 2017 - Ongoing)

“Ohh, just think of it, Anti-Wanda! A new High Count. A new system structure. No more stupid rules! Now, how beautiful would that be? ... Will you help me?”

Anti-Cosmo backstory longfic

Drama, Angst, & Romance

First-person POV

Dead Dove

Summary

Ever since he was 8 years old, Anti-Cosmo has dreamed of becoming a father in a time period when Anti-Fairies are forbidden from reproducing. Determined to find a loophole in the cruel law, he searches desperately for a way that Anti-Fairies might reproduce without being forcibly bound to the whims of their Fairy counterparts... ... and when he gets his hands on the information he desires at last, he's forced to make a painful choice: Pretend he never uncovered the forbidden secret that he did, or put his long-sought knowledge to use at the expense of those he loves. Yeah, I think we all know where this is going. Full steam ahead...

Not Rated; Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Read on FFN | Read on AO3

Chapter Recaps | Anti-Fairy Character List

Cloudlands AU - Detailed warnings & other AU info

More Fairly OddParents 'fics

This work has a largely T tone. Borderline M for themes of sexuality, reproduction, bat biology, infidelity, grooming, abuse, war, and just bad choices all around. E-rated versions of some chapters are posted as separate works- Not directly in this one.

Anti-Cosmo-centric longfic with a focus on:

- Falsifying your betrothal ceremony as a child and lying for life is fine, right? (No, he didn't pick Anti-Wanda... ohhh, dear). - Navigating sociosexual Anti-Fairy culture as a panromantic graysexual (Diagnosed magical bipolar parallel & hypersexual). A serious look at how rough life with hypersexuality can be, even if your future wife thinks it's kinda hot. - Anti-Cosmo's journey to becoming High Count, overthrowing his step-father Anti-Bryndin in the process - Questioning your faith in a culture that pushes the Fae zodiac in every aspect of life, including childhood betrothals, the single creature you're allowed to shapeshift into, and mental health treatments - A wide variety of abuse (and recovery... and repeating the cycle). Oh, and there's extreme abuse from a past life mixed in there? And no one would ever believe you? This gets better and better! - Shout-out to the D Plot of founding the genie conservation program - Demisexual brain go brrrr - The war over godkids from "Balance of Flour" (Season 7). Canon Tiddlywinks face-off, anyone? - Turning your mind and body over to the Water spirit, who got kicked out of cosmic game night for being a massive brat who kept pushing his mediums to their limit until they broke... Wait, what? - Forming a tight relationship with the Head Pixie: a close friend of Anti-Bryndin's reluctant to accept a new leader (and he's the man Anti-Cosmo apparently raised a child with, if Jorgen's slideshow in "Fairly Odd Baby" is to be believed... Let's talk about it!) - And the glacial-level slow burn that is Anti-Cosmo/Anti-Wanda

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"All I've ever wanted, see, was to tell you honestly... I'd do anything for you! ... I'd do absolutely anything for you." (x)

[shukakumoodboard]

HELLO 👋 I would like to know about (in any order that excites youuuuu)

Love (As Told Through the Medium of Last- Minute Grocery Lists)

Mercury Retrograde

AND/OR

Thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl

And TGOD obvi if you're not burnt out by that one lol no pressure for replying about them ALL but I'm here for the excited yapping. 👉😎👉

*waiting menacingly*

omg hello winkwonk

i can do these in order -- under the cut because i'm about to Talk For Tew Damn Long

mercury retrograde

ok mercury retrograde is a fic based on a really goofy premise called "what if i shit on all the canon pairings at once?" via the medium of gaalee fanfic. it's essentially a story told from all of the other konoha 12 POVs where everyone on earth is having relationship (or pining) problems except, apparently, gaara and lee, who (in the POV of non-overlapping people, so no one makes the connection) seem to have secret paramours that are perfect for them hooHA. some start pairs include sasusaku, naruhina, and inosai, and end pairs being sns, inosaku, kibahina, etc. shikatema and chokarui stick the landing but. i like them well enough xo

basically a fix it fic for all the endgame pairs As According To Gospel Me

behold! a snippetteptpetptp

Damn it, not only was her love life awful, but the weather was, too, and she didn’t have an umbrella! What was up with this week? Mercury must be in retrograde or something, she mused, slouching against the bark of the tree at the edge of training field one. She’d have to ask Tenten, she was an astrology nut, she’d know for certain. “Ino-san, what are you doing out here by yourself, it is raining!” Ino looked off to the side to find her unexpected hero of the hour, one Rock Lee, clutching a scroll to his chest with an umbrella in hand. “Suffering,” she said. “Oh dear. Is there any way I can help?” “Actually,” Ino said, eyeing the umbrella, “are you heading towards town? I didn’t know it was going to rain.” “I am!” Lee said, and held out the umbrella. Ino slid out from under the tree and joined him. They started walking, Lee asking polite questions about her day while Ino scrounged for a more interesting topic. Maybe she could use this moment to answer the questions Sakura had posed a few days ago? Her eyes settled on the scroll Lee held, his grip tighter on the still-rolled paper than Choji’s grip on his beloved chip bags. “What’cha got there?” Lee turned a brilliant pink and smiled hugely. “It is a letter from my precious one!” “Oh, who!?” Ino cried, hamming it up, just a little bit. She was curious. “That,” he said very seriously, “is a secret.”

Love (As Told Through the Medium of Last- Minute Grocery Lists)

so this one is the fic i've started to create for my FTH 2024 bid winner @chinesefirethorn <3

it's a series of alternating POVs developing a gaalee relationship through unintentional dates which are actually just various gaalees having to run errands -> inspired, actually, by the fact my partner, the colloquially-christened-by-gaalee-discord mr. bread, tells me every time we have to do long distance that he misses going grocery shopping with me. which is like. how dare u make me feel romantic about feckin' woolies actually. no snippets for this one but here's the extant tag list:

clown-to-clown communication

Grocery Store (Romantic)

5+1 Things or similar

Food as a metaphor for love

Gardening also as a metaphor for love

Tooth-Rotting Fluff, and

scenes of domestic bliss

note: currently this one is on hold because reg has been offline for a while and i want to write this one for her when she's around again so it's tailored to her. reg come back i miss u

thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl

allow me to redirect you to this post where i unloaded about it

The Grapes of Debauchery

tgod my goode friend tgod, u are my brainchild and the bane of my existence rn. before i even begin to talk about tgod u must observe this hysterically funny advertisement post by @rkaln because i think about it every day

ok tgod. up next, thank thine lordt, is the long awaited sober winkwonk time chapter god Bless what has taken me so long it's the doctorate whyd i do that to myself we shall neber knwo

but i can tell you what i will deliver, and that is: Virgins Being Awkward In The Sack. none of this red face fanning self smut no this is pure cringefail shenanigans you're gonna get home grown baby not outsourced man directly from the kitchen table at my house you want it we got it guaranteed

gaara says "raw dog" out loud. the condoms are expired. lee nuts too early and panics about it. gaara's hungover. both of them WILL cry at some point. they've non-startered three times even im getting annoyed and im the author. just boink you clowns

here's a snippet from the next chapter, which is titled, to my absolute delight, Will You Two Please Just Drink Some F*cking Water:

Gaara stood and crowded into Lee’s space while he riffled through the drawer and yanked out a small, brightly coloured tube. “Lee, these are expired.” “Ex—huh?” Lee took the box and squinted at the date. Then he looked up, horrified. “I did not know they expired! I can um, go get—” “I don’t care,” Gaara said, taking the small bottle the lube Lee held from him. “I haven’t had sex with anyone, so unless you have some sort of genital illness—” “I do not!” Lee’s shout rattled the windows. Gaara winced.

truly i have achieved the pinnacle of yammertime, if ur still here holy sgat u are devoted and i lov u

[mimissubway]

Once upon a time

pairing: scaramouche x reader implied fem but gn pronouns

tw: kinda ooc scara, scara being possessive, kinda being referred to as a property but its implied

tags: prince x servant au, childhood friends to lovers au? slight kazuha x reader

word count: 2k words (this is the longest ive written so far)

author note: I love kuni so much ; hakama is the male ver of the kimono, furisode is what unmarried women wear instead of a kimono

You've been a servant to Scaramouche's family since you can hardly remember. Your mother and father were a maid and butler respectively, so it was only a matter of time that you followed in their footsteps. Since you were a little kid, you’ve always tried to help in your own ways.

Whether it be helping clean up the messes the prince would make in the garden, carrying the prince’s books back and forth from the castle library to his study room or sneaking snacks from the kitchen to the prince when he wasn’t allowed to eat them for being grounded by his mother, the queen, you’ve always been on the prince’s side. So, it wasn’t a surprise when the prince appointed you to be his personal servant.

His attitude to you has changed over the years from considering you as his best friend when the both of you were younger to calling you merely an assistant when anyone questions his red face after you compliment him. Honestly, you didn’t think much about it, you’ve always assumed that his mean insults towards you was genuinely. That’s why you became perfect at your job as his personal servant. Every single opinion made by him was memorized by you to a tee. No matter if it’s his distaste for sweet food or what saddle he preferred to use for which horse you knew everything at the back of your hand. Everything but his feelings for you.

To say you were dense was an understatement, well technically Scaramouche’s insults were not helping but it was quite obvious from his attempts of opening up about his feelings. Ultimately you took those attempts as him telling you to do some sort of task, that’s why he has your pillow in his possession not that he’s complaining.

“My lord, today you have to meet up with the prince of the Kaedehara clan on opening a new school for Isshin Art,”

You inform Scaramouche of his main task of the day. He nods as he gets dressed by the maids. You step outside mentally preparing for today’s task. The Kaedehara clan is extremely influential in Inazuma, having their support and backing will be immensely helpful to Scaramouche’s family.

Scaramouche steps out of his room, dressed in a dark purple Hakama. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.

“What? Are you waiting for me to dress you up?”

You furrow your brows, confused at his words.

“What do you mean my lord?”

You asked him and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Are you deaf or just stupid? You’re coming with me, today.”

Okay that’s harsh, and totally not in the plan but you can’t disobey the man, so you excused yourself to run back to your room to get your pink and white colored Furisode. The maids quickly put your hair in a formal bun. When you go to the waiting room, Scaramouche took a second glance at you, feeling the heat rush through his face.

“Could you have not taken any longer?”

He insults you again trying to cover up the fact he blushed so hard at your beauty. You apologized and the both of you head off to the Kaedehara clan.

The both of you stayed quiet throughout the ride, Scaramouche had previously made it apparent that he hated small talk. It wasn’t long until the both of you arrived at the Kaedehara clan castle. The guards helped you and Scaramouche step out of carriage.

You were greeted by the prince of the Kaedehara clan, Kaedehara Kazuha. You know that Scaramouche has met him on several occasions, but this was the first time you had met him, and God was he pretty. He had medium length white hair with a red strand of hair. His hair was tied in a short ponytail, and he was dressed in a red Hakama. He smiled gently at you and Scaramouche.

"Welcome to the Kaedehara Estate,"

He shook Scaramouche's hand and held yours up for kiss. Earning him a blush from you and a glare from the prince.

"The pleasure is ours Prince Kaedehara,"

Your courtesy towards him and his laugh fills your ears.

"Please, call me Kazuha,"

You blush from the prince's flirting while Scaramouche continued to glare at him.

"Well Kazuha, shall we start discussing about our plans,"

Scaramouche emphasized on his name in a sort of mocking manner. Kazuha however didn't take it to heart.

"Don't you worry about that Prince Scaramouche for we have a lot of time for that, for now let's have some tea,"

Scaramouche perked his ears up when he heard the word tea. He loved tea, all kinds of it but especially the ones that you brew. He couldn't put his finger on it, maybe it's because it's brewed with love or perhaps because there weren't many moments where he could enjoy your brew, but he particularly liked yours.

The three of you sat at the Kotatsu. You and Scaramouche on one side and Kazuha on the other.

"This is my favorite brew, Cherry Blossom tea. It's usually not available during most seasons so when it is, I tend to drink it most of the time,"

Kazuha explains.

"Oh! That's what I brew for Lord Scaramouche,"

You share, Scaramouche suddenly feels an ick knowing that it wasn't just him that could like this tea and it had to be Kazuha who just now turned into his romantic rival.

Scaramouche nods and tries it; it doesn't taste the same.

"However, the one that name brews does not taste like this, in fact the one name brews taste even better,"

Scaramouche praises your ability to brew his favorite tea, you blushed slightly at his praise. Feeling immensely proud of yourself.

"Is that so? Then I must try it,"

"If the ingredients are here, then I can make them for you,"

You suggested, all you needed was the teabags and some milk anyways, so you didn't see it as much of a problem, however Scaramouche wanting to gatekeep it did.

"I don't think it will be that authentic here though,"

He tries to convince you otherwise, but you brushed him off. Kazuha's maids led you to the kitchen where you were off brewing your concoction. Kazuha smiled conniving at Scaramouche.

"You have quite the cute servant there,"

Kazuha commented with intent of stealing you away from him.

"Well, she is my cute servant, I'd suggest you keep your hands to yourself and drop your hopes in ever getting my servant, Kaedehara Kazuha,"

Scaramouche emphasized on you being his, Kazuha chucked at his possessiveness.

"We'll see Scaramouche,"

That statement angered the prince greatly, but he must stay calm, as this is enemy territory it wouldn't be very smart to hurt the crown prince, especially with the amount of people that could catch him off guard.

Your return was greeted by a fuming Scaramouche and a highly amusing Kazuha. Your hand held a tray with a teapot filled with your tea and three empty teacups. You placed it atop of the Kotatsu and poured each cup with both hands. You offered Kazuha the cup first which made Scaramouche glare at you. Kazuha drank the tea and felt pure bliss.

"My, this is indeed the best tea I've ever tasted, it's a shame that you can't make this every day for me, if it was the case I'll forever be grateful,"

Kazuha tries to string you along with his lowkey offer which made you peak your ears up however your loyalty lies with Scaramouche.

"Indeed, it is quite a shame for you,"

Scaramouche chuckled knowing very well where your loyalty lies to him and only him. You were not completely sure what went down between the both of them, but it was certainly not a good sign.

You tried to lighten the moment with small talk, asking Kazuha about his life on the island. Which somehow made Scaramouche even more angry, but you couldn't care too much about that. The man was always pissed off anyways plus you needed to make good relations with the Kaedehara's for the kingdom. The king and queen would not be happy to hear that the relation between the two nations became sour. Especially if they knew that this was the first time that you had join. It would make it seem like you were the cause of it. (Which technically is true)

The both of them stared at each other with a piercing sharp eye as they both drank the tea. Luckily, it wasn't long until the time came for the both of them to discuss plans, when that happen, they manage to put their feelings aside to talk business.

By the end of the day, the both of you were exhausted from all the talking and just wanted to go home. You and Scaramouche bid Kazuha farewell.

"I'll be looking forward to the next time we meet Scaramouche, and I do hope you bring name back so that I could have more of that tea,"

Kazuha says and Scaramouche side eyes him. He most certainly will not ever bring you back here until you were wedded to him but that would certainly be a long time till then. Scaramouche nodded at the fellow prince.

The ride started off quiet with the both of you trying to ease your mind from the events that happened today. Until Scaramouche broke the silence.

"Please do remind me that I should never bring you to these meetings ever again,"

He said rubbing the temple of his head. You took that a bit offensively. You already did your best to keep the peace between the both of them even being able to nab a term in your favor and this is all he had to say? You were more than mad.

"Maybe I should have said yes to his offer,"

You grumbled quietly under your breath, but Scaramouche had certainly heard it. He grabbed your chin towards him and looked you dead in the eye. His eyes showed him visibly mad at your statement.

"I dare you to repeat that,"

He was scary but you already felt so angered by him that you couldn't even care.

"Maybe I should have said yes to him!"

You said it loud and clear, it made Scaramouche shock, his loyal, good, and obeying personal servant, talking back at him? Talking back and their lord? For the first time in his life, he was scared that you actually meant it.

"No, you are mine you hear me?"

He puts his foot down, declaring his ownership of you.

"Everything from your name, your body, it's mine, and not even an archon can take that away from me, do you understand?"

You stay quiet as he continued.

"You were mine since the day I met you and you will stay mine until the day you die,"

With that he did the unexpected, and crashed his lips into yours. You did not expect that at all and through instinct pushed him away at first. Your face completely red from his sudden action.

"I-I wasn't ready,"

You manage to choke out. For the first time in a long time, Scaramouche looked you with soft eyes.

"I'm sorry,"

That statement alone made you completely stun, never in his life had he apologies to someone a rank lower than him, especially his servant. He started to feel anxious, did he really spill his feelings for you just to have it be one sided. You had to reassure him.

"Wait, I'm ready now..."

You said to him and held his shoulders pulling it closer to you, now you are initiating the kiss. Your lips were soft, the kiss was gentle. He could really feel the shape of your lips, every detail, every crease made felt like it was molding just for him.

He finally felt complete like a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders, for the first time in his life, he felt free, floating. Unbeknownst to him, you felt the exact same.

For the both of you, it was just the start of your fairytale

[officialraylynn]

Love... Is in the air.

Also posted on AO3!!

Commission for @farmernotafarmer of Sable Ward and Danny Olsen (Ghostface) in their AU that was super fun to dabble in :D

Warnings and tags: Macabre Muse; first kiss, obsession, violent thoughts, violent urges, discussions of murder, trust, vulnerability, temptation, dreams and nightmares, the entity, bruises, fluff, wholesome, worship

Summary:

Sable is, apparently, the one urge Danny struggles to deny himself.

It was the perfect evening.

Through the open window, past the curtains wafting from a gentle breeze, the sky bled beautiful and vibrant across the horizon. Night was approaching, swallowing the hues of sunset in its abyssal maw, glistening teeth of stars soon to shine.

As the sunlight faded (soft glow replaced by the harsh white of the streetlights outside) the humidity plaguing Sable's small bedroom faded with it. With it gone, the lazily lounging (for even with the open window it had been too hot and humid for any activity) couple were given reprieve, were finally given the chance to take advantage of their day off.

For Danny, that meant getting messy.

Hauling his sketchbook out and plopping into a well-worn beanbag chair in the corner, his charcoals (current preferred medium) and sketch pencils within arm's reach. He started sketching with nothing specific in mind, trusting that before long something would spark inspiration— especially once Sable was finally ready to begin recording her podcast.

Sable never failed to inspire him, but like this? Headphones nestled among messy hair; pale legs awkwardly criss-crossed with her knees poking out from under the arms of her computer chair, the look of deep concentration on her face highlighted by the artificial glow of her monitor... She was breathtaking.

Mind you, Danny always thought Sable was attractive, there was simply something about her like this. Dressed down in a tank top and sleep shorts; emotions so free on her face, relaxed and open for him to see every flaw and perfect imperfection. Her vulnerability, her faith and trust in him— how could he ever ask for a more graceful, more beautiful sight?

"Good evening fine listeners."

Sable's voice broke Danny out of his starry-eyed staring, and he ducked his head to return his attention back to his sketchbook. He wouldn't want to psyche her out by so blatantly reminding her of her physical audience, after all.

"Tonight, I'll be talking about the mysterious "Love Letter Murderer". Strap yourselves in folks, this one's not your average serial killer- and if you're triggered by stalking, this is your warning to stop listening now."

For her, Danny had tried to resist. Had kept his gaze firmly on the paper in his hands, refused to be swayed... But Sable's voice (the passion, the melodic lilt, how powerful she made her words) was a siren's song his valiant attempts crumbled beneath.

By the time Sable was describing the murders, voice low and hushed for both dramatic effect and respect for the dead, Danny was ensnared. His hands skimmed listlessly over his sketchbook; his eyes transfixed on the way Sable gestured as she spoke, his ears hearing her voice but not taking in her words. She was beautiful, ethereal even. Something not of this world, brought into his life to tempt him— tempt him into what, he wasn't sure, but he had fallen hard.

Fallen into fantasies, his thoughts consumed by her. Thoughts of date nights and cozy mornings in. Of her pale skin, how easily it would bruise, how beautiful it would look blooming purple in the shape of his handprints. Of her voice, lovely and serene— the sounds of her screams (of pleasure, of pain) beneath him (his hands, his knife).

Danny didn't hear his sketchbook clatter to the ground as he stood, abrupt and urgent like a man entranced. Sable (headphones on and engrossed with her podcast) didn't notice his approach, his presence looming behind her or his hands reaching towards her.

"— One of many unanswered questions about these killings, is 'were they crimes of passion?'— huh?"

Danny's fingers pushed against Sable's jaw, tilting her head back so she could see him standing behind her. Confusion flickered across her face, but before she could finish asking "What's up?" Danny leaned in and rendered her silent by melding his mouth against hers.

Sable gasped, but didn't draw away. For those few heartbeats, this blissful eternity, nothing but this precious first kiss existed in the world.

It couldn't last forever, though, and soon Sable was pulling away from his touch and removing her headphones— the soft, fond look on her face was one Danny would cherish.

"What brought this on?" She asked, voice as gentle as her expression.

Danny shrugged and settled his hands on her shoulders, thumbs idly rubbing circles into them. "You're just..." he waffled for words before settling on kissing her forehead. "So damn beautiful."

Sable’s hands rose and settled over his, giving them an affectionate squeeze. “Am I now?” The bemused tone of her voice made Danny kiss her cheek, something very much like love unfurling in his chest.

“You’re spectacular.” Another kiss to her cheek, causing her to laugh oh-so-sweetly. “Breathtaking, inspirational,” his kisses swept over her face and pressed against her jaw, “simply amazing.”

“My my~” Sable laughed and titled her head to give him more room at her throat. “Should I talk about murderers more—” she cut herself off with a strangled sound, flailing slightly as she pulled away from Danny “—I’m still recording!”

Danny laughed and leaned over her shoulder, watching as she fussed with her recording and adjusted her equipment. Like this, flustered and huffy and real, she was less a fantasy and more… A tether to reality. This was what he wanted. Laughter, tender touches, the trust in her eyes when she gazed up at him with his hands so close to her neck.

“—I think if I just re-record from here, it should be fine—”

Content, he rested his head against Sable’s, soaking in her presence, allowing the warmth in his chest to take root. Maybe it wasn’t a fairy tale first kiss, but he was no Prince, and Sable was a witch not a Princess. He may have been charmed, swayed by dark temptation, but just as she had unwittingly bewitched him she had brought him to the light again.

Like this, Danny affectionately by Sable’s side, their perfect evening faded into a domestic night in. When the yawns seemed to never stop, when eyes were more closed than open, the couple retreated to bed. Sleep came for them quickly, but while Sable’s was restful and calm, Danny’s was plagued by murky dreams.

Dreams of a sketchbook filled with haunting and grotesque images, each page a different depiction of him intimately and violently murdering his muse, his beloved. A voice, timeless and ancient, spoke to him in these dreams, commanding him to follow, guiding him to a fog so dark it was a misty abyss.

If it wasn’t for Sable’s voice, faint yet pure and pleading, calling for him, a beacon for him to find his way home to her… Who knows if morning’s light would have shone on him again.

[wing-ed-thing]

Senioritis: Table 2 (Deidara x Reader, Chapter I)

Synopsis: Deidara was fully prepared to cruise through his last year of high school, but his plans are ruined when you sucker him into helping with the spring musical. Maybe spending all of his after-school hours with you will help him build up the courage to finally tell you that he’s had a thing for you for years.

Word Count: 4.8k

Tags/Warnings: TheaterNerd!Reader, ArtStudent!Deidara, American High School AU, Language, Idiots in Love @brokennerdalert​

Notes: Another work rewritten! YAY!

There were eight slots for classes in every student’s schedule where four classes were taken on one day, and the other half were taken the next in a revolving schedule that led straight to hell. But once a senior had taken all their core classes and required electives, most of their free periods were supplemented with skippable study halls. 

Deidara, being the below-average achieving senior that he was, managed to strike gold in the scheduling office. He walked out of his advisor’s cubicle at the end of junior year beaming at the four study halls that bookended his days. Fully intending to cruise his fourth year (he had been feeling the senioritis since sophomore year), Deidara would be able to sleep in every day and leave early in the afternoon: a killer scenario for an unenthused high school senior.

Deidara sipped the large, free coffee that he picked up from work with self-satisfaction. It was a little past noon by the time he strolled into his first official class of the day. He clutched a drink tray in one hand and his coffee (which was more of a milkshake) in the other, blissfully ignoring the annoyed eye-rolls of other students as he walked into class late as was his usual MO. As Deidara hummed through the door, Kurenai raised her thin brows in acute exasperation. He stopped at her large desk to offer her a medium beverage— which she took— before taking his seat in the corner of the class. Deidara missed the shaking of her head as she returned to grading papers. 

The seat wobbled under him, making a metallic clanking noise as it rocked back and forth. The floor protectors at the bottoms of the chair legs were loose. At least two of them were missing. Deidara shifted his weight. Shit chairs would be his fate if he came to class late and that was a price Deidara didn’t mind paying. 

He scooted a small, black coffee over to the seat next to him and the offering was accepted silently as Deidara unloaded his various artistic utensils onto the table. His backpack sat on the table in front of him as he flipped through his sketchbook to his latest piece. The same, pale arm that took the black coffee swatted at his things that were apparently encroaching on claimed territory. Deidara swatted it back, popping his earbuds in to settle into his mindless work for the day. 

He didn’t make much progress by the time you knocked at the door. You gave the doorframe three light taps as you gingerly poked your head into the room. Deidara mindlessly scribbled on his paper, peering from behind his long bangs as he watched you talk to Kurenai. He couldn’t make out much of what you said. You held up a few papers and then a few printed photos from the school library. He craned his neck and tried to decipher your topic of conversation, oblivious to how obvious his snooping was. 

You met his gaze, doing a double take before offering a friendly smile and a wave. Blinking himself out of his staring, he barely mustered the coordination to wave to you back before you resumed your coordination with Kurenai. 

You were someone Deidara knew for most of his life, but he could probably count on one hand how many times the two of you spoke. The lack of interaction didn’t stem from dislike as much as it did from coincidence. Deidara, in fact, always thought highly of you, although he hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk in recent recollection. He told you that you had bad breath once and that was about as much as he could remember. And for the proceeding ten years, your schedules never aligned.

“They’re talking about the musical,” Sasori grumbled as he sipped his black coffee.

Deidara turned to him with a crinkled nose. Even the mere mention of the school musical was enough to draw a visceral reaction from him. Something about the amateur singing and cheesy production made him physically recoil. You always were a part of those sorts of shows, another reason you and Deidara often missed each other. 

Sasori worked lazily on his piece; his cheek scrunched in his right palm. Deidara hadn’t even noticed how far he leaned until he nearly brushed shoulders with Sasori. Sasori’s bored eyes narrowed at him. 

“You’re in my space.” 

He gave Deidara’s shoulder a harsh shove. Deidara’s chair tipped back on the two back legs. As his head slammed into a nearby drying rack, he completely folded as his seat gave out. A flurry of papers was knocked off the wire shelves, various ink and water-colored projects flying down onto the ground. The last quarter of Deidara’s iced coffee seeped onto the floor. A chorus of gasps resounded across the room mixed in with a few complaints of ruined artwork. 

You quickly swiped a roll of paper towels from the corner of a desk as you hurried over to where Deidara was still folded. He rolled himself out of the tipped-over chair with a pointed glare aimed at Sasori. 

“You’re an asshole. What the fuck is wrong with you—”

“Are you okay?” You appeared above him, concern painted on your face. You outstretched your hand, a bundle of paper towels in your palm. He didn’t even remember when he stood, but all he knew was that he was standing in front of you holding a wad of paper towels like an idiot, letting droplets of coffee drip onto the floor. Other students already began scooping art projects off the tile. You handed more towels to students who happened to handle a few coffee-soaked ones. 

“Do I really have to tell you two no roughhousing?” Kurenai scolded from where she stood at her desk, a deep, exhausted frown tugging her lips downward.

“It was a shit chair, Ms. Kurenai,” Deidara muttered. “My bad.” 

He kicked Sasori’s shin under the table. No one seemed to notice. Kurenai sat back down with a sigh, and you helped a few people put the projects back on the rack. 

“Let me help you with that,” Deidara said, reaching for a small stack of the projects you held. You hesitated to hand them over.

“You should get your head checked out by the nurse. It sounded like you slammed it pretty hard.”

“He won’t be more brain-damaged than he usually is,” Sasori uttered, causing Deidara’s head to snap over to him. You snorted, caught off guard but not wanting to laugh. You offered Deidara a sympathetic expression. The rest of the class had settled back into their art projects, chatting quietly amongst each other as they worked. 

“Really, I can walk you down if you’d like.” 

Deidara’s heart pounded in his chest. He sputtered a bit, feeling like he’d just encountered a dialogue option in a dating simulator that hadn’t been recorded in the guide. Perhaps he could blame the fact that he had woken up less than an hour ago. You gave him a once-over, offering him the whole roll of paper towels. Deidara held a hand up and you put them down.

“Nah, I’m good,” he said before he could even think. “Thanks… though.”

He picked his crappy chair off the ground. A streak of coffee slid off the seat. He wiped it, hoping that your conversation would end soon. 

You reached into your pocket and slipped something into your mouth, shrugging as you did so. You weren’t completely convinced, but you let it go. 

“Let’s at least get you a new change of clothes,” you said in a low, considerate voice. You took Deidara by the sleeve and gave him a subtle tug toward the door. Sasori leaned forward to catch your eye. You met his glare head-on with a content— or Deidara would dare say indifferent— expression. 

“Don’t even think about it…” Sasori scowled.

You leaned to the side to look past Deidara, still gripping his arm. 

“Don’t worry, Sasori. We’ll be good,” You smiled. Deidara took a slight step to the side, to let you talk. He took to holding the bundle of paper towels to the wet stain on the bottom of his shirt. Some coffee still shone on the floor. He wiped it across the tile with his shoe. Sasori grunted in response.

“You vulture, you stay in your own department.” He tore his focus from his work, his exaggeration almost comical. Turning in his chair, he crossed his legs and sat back. Sasori gestured to you with the business end of his tool. “You came to me begging for help and now you’re planning on ruining my shit, you brat.” 

Deidara watched out of the corner of his eye as you let out a hearty chuckle. He stood in the middle of your conversation with Sasori, head hurting, damp with beverage, and unsure of where you were slowly tugging him. You backed away slowly. 

“We won’t ruin anything.” You rolled your eyes, but your pout proved less convincing as you glanced off to the side. You and Deidara already made your way to the opposite side of the table. “But, I mean, if you have any update on those costume alterations and wanted to come visit.” You snickered as Sasori stood up abruptly.

“How did I know?” The feet of his chair made a scratching noise against the tile floors causing Kurenai to look up from her work. She shook her head at him slowly and Sasori’s lips pursed. His tongue stuck in the side of his cheek. He met your gaze with piercing eyes and a scowl. 

“Because you’re a very attentive friend who has a burning passion for art?” By the time you spoke, you were already halfway out the door with a coffee-stained Deidara in tow. 

“No, it’s because you’ve been annoying.” Sasori’s criticism came out quieter than he intended. He sat down slowly, tipping his head from side to side to draw out an audible crack from his neck. He spoke again between cracks of his knuckles. “They’ll be ready at the beginning of next week.” 

“Did I already tell you that you’re the best?” 

“Damn straight,” he mumbled.

You and Deidara were already out the door.

***

You tugged Deidara down the hall. 

The art department consisted of a long hallway adjacent to the rather large theater. A shared wall hugged the perimeter of the auditorium, wrapping around one side until it met the music department. Despite being just the other half of the U-shape that comprised the arts departments, Deidara had never actually stepped foot into theater territory. 

You pulled him into an empty classroom. Rolling clothes racks lined the room, feathers, and furs sticking out the tops at various intervals. The classroom tables were collected in the center of the room. A tall stack of chairs sat in the corner. Deidara stood awkwardly in the doorway as you sifted through the assortment of clothes. A long piece of paper sat rolled up above the small window on the door, pinned up with a clothespin. 

“Um…” He trailed off as you disappeared into the jungle of costumes. He took a few steps forward to find you but was only met with the vague rustling of clothing. Deidara looked up at the rack closest to him, eyeing a particularly flashy number with a sequin hat. He took the thick material in his fingers, a strangled noise of apprehension bubbling up in his throat.

“What shirt size are you? Medium?” You popped out from between two dark cloaks. A colorful feather boa draped over your forehead. Deidara nearly jumped in surprise as he instinctually took a half step backward. 

“Large?” he answered quickly.

You nodded with a hum as you retreated into the assortment of racks. It didn’t take long for you to reemerge, taking a step over the lower bar of the rack with two dark shirts hanging off your forearm. You held the graphic t-shirts up by their hangers. 

“These look like you.” Deidara glanced between the two and then back at you. 

“The theater department shelled out for ‘Akatsuki’ band tees and—” He took the second shirt from you to read the back. His slender eyebrows furrowed as he glanced back up at you. “Is this a ‘Jashinist’ shirt from… 1989?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “We think that Mr. Danzo went a little crazy when he was younger. That’s who I think donated it anyway. Even if he didn’t, it’s still funny.” Deidara shrugged and let out an amused snort as he made a motion to hand the shirt back to you.

“You could probably sell that for a lot of money. Those guys are like way underground nowadays.” You held up a hand as you hooked the other shirt above you on the rack, still within Deidara’s reach, and draped over the neat assortment of other hanging fabrics. 

“Keep it if you like it. Sasori would be the only one to notice it’s missing and for all of his grumbling he doesn’t care that much.” You maneuvered past him, taking the wooden door in your hand as you unclipped the clothespin. The paper that the clip held together unfurled like the GameCube logo, coming to cover the door’s little window completely. You clipped the pin back at the bottom before turning to Deidara to give him a thumbs up. “Just leave the door open when you’re done!”

Before Deidara could thank you, you had already closed the door, leaving him alone in the costume room to change.

***

Deidara took his time traveling to his next class.

The T-shirt you picked out for him fit him better than he expected. Looser around his midriff and tighter around his arms, Deidara considered whether he would keep it after all. His white, coffee-stained shirt sat folded in his backpack. A large part of him lingered in the memory of you from his art period, but most of his thoughts dwelled on the fact that he had no idea what you were doing for him until a few moments after you left. Deidara sighed to himself as he rounded the corner to his class. 

What a dumbass.

Deidara trickled into class with everyone else. The only person he could stand sitting with was already there with Hidan sitting at the opposite desk. Hidan barely sat in his seat, hovering over his chair as he leaned over his workspace to talk animatedly about one pointless thing or another. No doubt being an annoyance per usual. 

Deidara took a moment to consider whether he should intervene. On the one hand, where you sat at the beginning of the semester dictated where you sat for the rest of the year. On the other hand: Hidan. 

Kisame maneuvered passed him and approached the situation, though Deidara expected that he wouldn’t be too much help. Deidara settled at a desk closest to the door, just hoping for a quiet first day of his spring semester and for it to pass quickly.

“Oh—” He heard just as he was beginning to get settled. He looked up instinctually to see you standing just inside the door, an expression of pleasant surprise on your face. “I just saw you. Hey, that shirt suits you, just as I thought. What do you think, eh, Sasori?” You gestured over your shoulder with your head, not bothering to look as Sasori strode into class from behind you. 

“Fuck you.” 

You and Deidara watched as Sasori stormed to a far cluster of desks, completing the group of four with Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki. You laughed sheepishly under your breath before turning your attention back to Deidara. You gestured to the seat across from him.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Deidara gave you a quick series of nods and you sat, facing away from Hidan’s table. Deidara’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to go back to unpacking his bag. He pulled out a pen, subconscious thoughts pestering him and whispering how he was being really weird right now. His lips pursed as he stared directly down at his desk, just a pen clasped between both of his hands. 

“You don’t happen to have precalc after this, do you?” Deidara’s head shot up, his form still hunched over. You sat with a pencil and binder neatly in front of you.

“No, uh, I don’t. I actually have study hall.” 

You let out a playful scoff, shaking your head as you looked off to the side.

“Lucky! You get to go home early.” Your face settled into the palm of your hand. You placed your elbow on your desk. “Good for you to be honest. Coming back from break with a full schedule sucks.”

You reached over to hand him a packet from the stack of papers on your desk. Deidara eyed it briefly, only managing to catch “SYLLABUS” and a large “2”.

“It’s alright so far,” Deidara said, completely unaware as to how to talk to you. He let a pause rise between the two of you. He wracked his brain as to what to say. “So… are you feeling the senioritis yet?” 

“Ehh…” Your lip tugged down into a sheepish grimace. “Not really. I’m kinda here more than I’m at home nowadays so I won’t really catch a break until late May.”

“Hah?” Deidara exclaimed rudely, nose wrinkling up. “Why?”

“It’s musical season,” you answered. 

Deidara sat back in his seat with crossed arms. With an active disgust for the school’s music program, Deidara never paid much attention to when the musical happened. If he was being honest with himself, he really should… to stay as far away as possible. 

“Oh right,” he said, the fact that he had just been in the costume room and just talked to you about the topic completely escaping him.

“And, I mean, if you’re bored and have any downtime, we’re always looking for people to help with set design…” you trailed off, voice laced with playful suggestion as you made little gestures with your hands. Deidara couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in his chest. As soon as you saw his smile, you looked off to the side again with bashfulness. “Hey, it’s an offer.”

“I ‘preciate it, but I think I’m all good on all that song and dance stuff.”

“Well, set would be a lot of painting and making sculptures and stuff which I know you like. I mean I think.” Deidara couldn’t help the slight raise of his eyebrow. “And it’s a lot of downtime at this point because we won’t be running the entire show in rehearsals until the end of April. I thought Sasori would have invited you already. You’re such good friends.” Deidara almost laughed again. Perhaps you didn’t have all the information after all. 

“So, you have a lot of free time? That’s good.” You nodded, completely oblivious. Deidara fiddled with the corner of his syllabus. He could hardly look you in the eye. “What do you do for the hours you have until you go home?” You shrugged, slumping a little bit into your chair.

“Honestly, we just all order takeout and hang out until we’re called into the auditorium for scenes. Sasori usually does his thing and we hang out together in the ‘stume room. That’s what I like to call it.” The corners of your lips twitched upwards, threatening to expose you as the dork you are. Unfortunately for you, Deidara already knew that.

The auditorium. The hall directly at the back connected the art department to the music department directly. And with the backstage open for student use, Deidara could travel from doing set in the art department to visiting you in the music department in under a minute, just as the two of you did earlier in the day. Deidara almost physically shook his head, trying to wave off the idea of him joining the school musical just to spend more time with you. 

Your teacher entered the room as the bell rang out. Deidara could ponder over bad decisions later.

***

It turns out, Deidara didn’t have to think for long. It only took him until the next day.

“You? The musical?”

“Shut up.”

“What could you have possibly been thinking? Or do I even want to know?” Sasori leaned against the wall. arms crossed. “You do know it’s Shrek: The Musical, right?” 

The hall of the art department was emptier than Deidara had ever seen it. He sat on the tile floor, staring at the set piece in front of him as Sasori hovered. Deidara’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment and he lowered his paintbrush. He didn’t even know what made him commit to something as stupid as driving to school twice in one day. Not when he purposefully tailored his schedule to maximize his downtime.

With a sigh, he heaved himself up off his heels and passed by Sasori. Deidara bent down and grasped a gallon jug of paint with a low grumble. He stopped again as he trudged back and motioned to Sasori in a slicing motion with his free palm. He shifted the jug which sat in the crux of his opposite elbow. 

“Sasori, my man, you can shut the fuck up.” Sasori frowned, sticking an ankle out in front of him, causing Deidara to stumble. Deidara’s hand flew out to deliver a swift back-handed swat, but Sasori blocked it with another, equally petty slap. 

Deidara moved on wordlessly as he poured a bit more paint into his palette and sank back onto the ground with his brushes. But Deidara found himself distracted once again as he heard a familiar ‘oh’ from down the hall.

You peeked around the corner from the open door that connected the two departments. You donned some functional athletic clothes and fanned off the light sheen of sweat that you worked up under the harsh theater lights. 

“You know, I heard that you were the new addition to the crew.” You made your way down the hall, hands in your pockets. “I didn’t think you were interested.” Despite having just sat down, Deidara immediately scrambled to his feet with an urgency that was lost on you. He dragged a hand across his chin, unconsciously smearing paint down his jaw as he did. Sasori studied the scene out of the corner of his eye. 

“What can I say, you convinced me,” Deidara said with an awkward chuckle. His previous annoyance melted away instantly. You scratched at the back of your head.

“Really? You and Sasori are so close, I thought you were here to help—”

“We’re not that close,” the two said in unison, throwing you off.

“Oh, uh, well, I’m just taking the dinner order and I wanted to know if you guys wanted anything.” You held up a tiny notepad. Half of the page was already filled, making Deidara wonder just how big the school production was. You glanced over at Sasori. “I already know what you want.”

“Where are you ordering from?” Deidara asked.

“Ichiraku.”

“It’s always Ichiraku,” Sasori murmured. He scowled, not moving from his spot against the wall. “Vegetable, don’t give me beef again.” You scoffed with a shake of your head and turned to Deidara. He waved his hands almost defensively in front of him.  

“I think I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know how long they have you doing set, but if you’re here as long as we are, you’ll want dinner.” Deidara pursed his lips. In all honesty, he could leave whenever he wanted. The art director knew him well and left most things to Deidara’s judgment. You took his silence as hesitancy. “The skeletons and I are all getting stuff to share. I’ll bring you a plate.” You cast your gaze down to write.

“Skeletons?” Deidara mouthed to Sasori. Sasori rolled his eyes.

“The backup dancers,” he mouthed back. Deidara scrunched his face up in confusion and Sasori gritted his teeth in annoyance. “Dancing skeletons you dumbass.”

“Does that sound good to you?” Your voice cut through their silent battle causing Deidara’s head to snap toward you. He subconsciously palmed his pockets.

“I don’t carry cash.” 

“I’ll spot you or you can just pay me back later. Noodles sound good, though, right?” 

Deidara nodded and you scurried off to make the call. You said something before you left, but neither Deidara nor Sasori were listening. Sasori shifted his weight to push himself up from where he leaned. His back crackled. 

“Wow,” Sasori mused, head bowed as he let out a single chuckle. He glanced down the hall in the direction you came and went, making sure that you were gone. “That might be one of the most painful conversations I’ve ever seen. It’s about time I find something to get you to stop talking.” Deidara flicked his wrist, casting some paint onto Sasori’s shoes. Sasori recoiled and stumbled back with a pointed leer. “What the fuck?”

“You won’t say a word,” Deidara growled lowly which caused Sasori to snort.

“What makes you think that I care enough to?” He turned on his heel, suddenly bored with Deidara.  Sasori took a few more steps back as he began to make his way down the hall. “Tell me when my rolls get here.”

But Deidara didn’t. Deidara didn’t tell Sasori when the rolls came. 

You arrived like an angel, fluttering over to sit down with him on the floor with a fixed plate and a pair of chopsticks. You were right about him becoming hungry after all because as soon as he took the plate into his hands, his painting was ushered unceremoniously to the back of his mind along with Sasori. 

Deidara studied the receipt that was stapled to the outside of a brown bag you cradled in your opposite arm.

“That’s a lot of food,” he said, taking the long piece of paper in his fingers. The item number added up into the double digits. 

“Sorry, it took me so long to make my way over here. There used to be two whole other bags.” You sat down in front of him and you pulled out a container and a small baggie.

The emptiness of the hall became apparent as you sat in silence together. Muffled music and shouted stage directions came from inside the auditorium and were just barely audible from the art department. You took a glance at your phone. You texted Sasori about his order a bit ago. By the time you looked up, Deidara had already cleared more than half his plate. 

A few spots of paint speckled Deidara’s sleeveless hoodie and you tried to keep your staring discrete. You never spent much time with Deidara, which made you wonder if you made him uncomfortable by inviting yourself to eat with him alone. You caught occasional glimpses of all the art forms he dabbled in, but his affinity for art was about the extent that you knew about him. 

You slumped up against the wall, your jacket stuffed behind you like a makeshift pillow. Deidara put his plate on the floor and maneuvered to place his paintbrushes in the appropriate water-filled containers. You, on the other hand, hadn’t finished eating. A pang of nervousness reverberated in your chest and you became painfully aware of the box of mints in your pocket. 

“They didn’t exile you out here, right?” Deidara took his place back next to you. He played absentmindedly with the murky water cup between his hands. His empty plate sat to the side.

“No, um, the skeleton crew is in a scene that I’m not in so.” Deidara hummed, letting the silence drive space between the two of you once more. You cleared your throat, unwrapping a mint from your pocket and slipping it into your mouth. “I like being in this section of the school though. I usually come over here to talk to Sasori, but it’s a lot quieter here.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind it. I have all my classes down here.” He stared at the row of lockers in front of him.

You nodded but didn’t get to speak before someone from the cast rounded the corner and heard your name shouted down the hall.

“We need you for scene four.” You looked to Deidara and then back towards the direction that your castmate disappeared from. You scrambled up, your empty paper plate in your hand. 

“I’m sorry, Deidara. I’ll see you later, okay?” 

You dumped your trash in the nearest trash can. Deidara waved but you were already gone. He glanced at the takeout bag you left. He forgot Sasori’s rolls.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Table Four (Hidan x Reader), Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

Table Two (Deidara x Reader), Part I

Senioritis: Lab (Sasori x Reader) Part I Part II

All of these parts interweave and exist in the same universe. You can read them in any order or just stick to a single path.

[hopeswriting]

Writing Patterns Meme

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Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

i was tagged by @saunne , thank you for the tag!

1. "Luce realizes young her life isn't meant to be hers." - In another life (we smile the same)

2. "Reborn taps his foot against the body securely wrapped in the carpet, then rests his foot on top of it." - haunt me, then!

3. "Reborn gives up on him sooner than he usually does, and Skull waits until he disappears between the trees to relax his shoulders for the first time since they started the shooting practice." - want some help with that? (realizing your feelings for me, that is)

4. "Fon is fresh out of a shower, drying his hair with a towel when someone knocks on the door of his bedroom." - things that are lost (and the things still within reach)

5. "Tsuna opens his eyes normally while his mind snaps awake, ripped away from sleep by the chill running down his spine." - Tsuna's and Xanxus' Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

6. "Skull's all bright purple spread all over his hair and masterfully applied on his face." - rainbows-filled papers

7. "Tsuna has always known what love is." - to be loved

8. ""You're Byakuran, right?" she asks, always recognizing him at first glance in every world despite never having seen him before, and she probably has no idea just how much it means to him." - through the mirror (through your eyes)

9. "Reborn peers up at Tsuna over the paper in his hand, who's anxiously looking at it and him back and forth, and purses his lips." - to be worthy of you

10. "It starts like this: Tsuna's walking to school with Gokudera and Reborn, when he's snatched to the side by the collar of his shirt at the crossroad." - off script

What have we learned?

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the pattern is so clear here, i'm laughing lmao. 😂 well, i seem to start with the (one of the) main character's name for one. also i'm apparently more comfortable getting right down to it? not necessarily with starting with action proper, but it looks like i like to start with my characters already doing something/having done something/being about to do something. or by implying through them something already has happened, or, like. idk, but it's like they didn't come to life the very instant the story starts and they were already existing before and living their lives? or something haha.

on another note, it's not something i had realized AT ALL i do ezfsfds. but also i'm not surprised because characters dynamics and characters' inspection/exploration is my bread and butter and my favorite thing to write about <3

i tag @chierry @ravensilversea @xinhua-jun @leftnotright @steamworksfairy @loneliestmuffin and any of my mutuals/followers i'm not sure have written at least 10 fics haha. (have you @rebo-chan ?) no pressure tho, only if you want!!

[bonefall]

random question but as someone who's considering trying to do my own rewrite esque thing... is it weird that i want to like. Fix bramble and squirrel's relationship instead of having him continue to be an abuser? Maybe it's just the fact that I liked them as a kid (or that i havent read SqH/past OOTS) but there's this weird disconnect where the bramble in my head is apparently a lot different than other people read in the text lol. figured id ask you since you're The wc rewrite person

You can sort through my tags on Bramblestar if you'd like ideas. I am the king of "Bramble why can't you be GOOD." I talk a lot about how he is abusive, what I enjoy and what I don't enjoy about the idea of an abuse plotline, so on.

I personally won't recommend fixing Bramblesquirrel as a ship though. I think it would be a lot better to rewrite them as adopted siblings... tbh I've never seen a romantic BrambleSquirrel rewrite that didn't keep blaming Squilf as "just as bad" and "pushing each other's buttons" which I think is a really, really uncomfortable implication considering canon

Like... unfortunately, fanfic is inherently a commentative medium. We can fix, we can prune, we can rewrite, but we can't break free of the implications of canon.

I personally feel like the line is so fine that's impossibly razor thin.

So if you are committed to fixing BrambleSquirrel, please try to make sure to treat Squilf as valid. Bramble is constantly downplaying and ignoring her because she's loud and assertive, even though she's nearly always right.

She couldn't trust him with that secret; the second he found out he abandoned his family and acted passive aggressive for an entire year. He trained in the Dark Forest and let Leafpool take the fall for secrets he leaked to Hawkfrost. He throws Firestar's legacy at Squilf while getting pissed off that anyone throws Tiger's legacy back at him, even when they're not.

He holds the fact she wants a new baby over Squilf's head to invalidate her concerns all Squilf's Hope long, screams at her for caring about endangering kittens, and then leads a battle patrol against pregnant women.

Please please keep these in mind. Please either eliminate these, or for fuck's sake, don't "Bothsides" these issues

I think if you're going to fix Bramblesquirrel, you cannot give Bramble power. You'll have to completely change these situations so that he is not the deputy or leader, as these conflicts drive the plot. I can recommend Brackenstar or Thornstar instead, have Squilf lose a deputy position over the secret, Bramble is upset but supportive.

(Especially tap into how ThunderClan treats the three differently after this reveal, "i was angry you didn't trust me, but i see why you did it <:/")

Keep the internal arguments between the two of them harmless. Model something like Honeymooners, where in spite of their arguments being loud and blustering, Squilf is clearly never ACTUALLY afraid of him and NONE of these fights end in Big Summer Blowouts.

(And a side note; if your relationships look like that, you deserve better. It is actually not normal to have huge fights every month. I was Shocked but it is true.)

Remember, remember, remember; you have to SHOW me them being a healthy couple in spite of any arguing they do. Imagine that you CANT tell me "they love each other." You can never say that word-- can I still tell they are a loving couple?

If the answer is ever no, reevaluate.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 1/10/2023

the more injuries and minor surgeries i pick up throughout my life i get more convinced i do actually play first person shooters as a power fantasy but not in the normal way. recovering ok, this was prescheduled and premeditated, just extremely tired

listening

are you havin any fun? this tony bennet version is good enough. the SINGULAR line "and nervous indigestion" has been stuck in my head since thursday.

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reading

another pitch for Molly White's Web3 Is Going Just Great, bc HOO boy did a lot of shit happen last weekend. every crypto gaming project that folds feels like a personal gift to me. i did feel slightly insane last year bc the hype was so intense, everyone at my old job was fully bought in, and i got cited on two "performance reviews" for not being "excited enough" about crypto. anyway i hope my boss' two teslas explode.

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watching

watched a ton of shit this week, including the entire run of the vampiric interview tv show, which i WILL have more coherent thoughts about later. what a horrible, messy, incredibly satisfying bit of television.

guillermo del toro's pinocchio made me fucking bawl my eyes out and i'm a little resentful of that. stupidly, stupidly beautiful film.

i'm here to talk about s/tar wars the bad b/atch, or at least the second season's first two episodes.

the whitewashing and general racism around the clones has been a problem since attack of the clones but has really only gotten worse with time and is especially bad in this outing of the franchise. i'm not super qualified to talk about this, but i think @unwhitewashthebadbatch is a good starting point.

my biggest storytelling beef is that it feels very much like a DnD campaign that is trying to be a blades in the dark campaign. the format and tone aren't quite right. this show neither focuses on the immediacies of survival right after the republic's collapse, nor where the Bad Batch are trying to fit themselves into a new world, and it really suffers for it. there's almost nothing about parenthood (bc Omega is still tagging along on missions, and she is still twelve). i still don't really know the story this show is trying to tell, but am forced to conclude that a weekly show for children about guys who can do some sick flips is not the correct medium since i still don't fucking know what story this show is trying to tell.

there are eight products on shopDisney for this show and two of them are on clearance. i do not anticipate this series will be renewed past s3. apparently according to some advance reviewers this picks the fuck up after the midpoint of the season but i'm not holding my breath.

production wise, the backgrounds and lighting have gotten way better, they've really leaned into a luminous sort of matte painting that doesn't always pretend to have depth. i like how the rocky set in the second episode feels very much like a live-action limited-budget set. looks very much like a soundstage but animated, and i think that's oddly charming. i do like the location we visited in e2, wish we got to see more of it or talk really at all about the significance of the location. like. we have a literal castle chase and we don't talk about the castle At All. come ON.

one of the few canon trans characters in star wars deserves a better show with more coherent storytelling. love star wars! wish it was good.

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playing

largely fallow week. shouts out to the app Flick Solitaire bc i played through a hundred and fifty levels in the past few days

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making

some knitting problems i have to mull over before i post, bc i created an entire kerchief thing in a percocet haze but am unhappy with the finish. we shall see! might frog it but i'll post about it before i do

[gallawitchxx]

tag game tuesday 🥳

i was tagged my @celestialmickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @rereadanon @harrowhark-a-vagrant @juliakayyy @ardent-fox @transmickey @energievie @palepinkgoat to do this tag game! weeee! hello lovelies, this felt nice today 🖤

name: bee 🐝

age: 31

pronouns: she/her

your sun sign, MBTI type, and enneagram type (google them if you’re not sure!): cancer, ENFJ, and i think 3w2, but it's been a minute since i've looked at the enneagram! 💫

how tall are you? 5’ 5” (which is apparently tall around these parts?!) <- omg beecy same!

what color are your eyes? brown

the last time you saw a movie in theaters (bonus: what was it?): last weekend! barbie! we dressed up & had martinis & it was a blasty blast! 💗

favorite dessert: ice cream 🍨

outer space or the ocean? even though it freaks me the fuck out in so many ways, i'm gonna say the ocean 🌊

you’re in a McDonald’s drive thru, what are you ordering? a McDouble, a medium fries, and a Coke! 🍔

are you good with plants? sadly no. i have killed so many plants in my lifetime & i'm currently wrestling with a whole backyard of plants that i'm just hoping survive my stay 😔🌿

would your current self and high school self get along? i think they would! i'm not sure that i'm that different to be honest? maybe i am a bit more level-headed than i was? but i think that there are some really cool through-lines from my past self to my present self 🤘🏼

a food you can’t stand: eggplant 🍆 <- omg also same! the beecy lore grows with every passing tag game!

something you’d do if money were no object: travel the world & bring my pals along for the ride ✈️🌎

the last app you opened on your phone (tumblr doesn’t count!): i think it might've been instagram?

and finally, compliment yourself! YOU'RE DOING IT KID! you're showing up every day & trying your best & your worth is also not tied to any company/government/economic system of productivity 😠

i’m not going to tag anyone because i’m feeling Sad, but if you want to join, do it & tag me because everyone is welcome to engage here on my blog heheh 😏

[stitchlingbelle]

Episode 2

And we’re back! Rereading what I just typed out, I found this episode kind of frustrating. It's good, but all these plotlines could be So. Much. Better. if they just cared about making this a good show and gave it the time it needed to be one.

Ah, Halsey my beloathed. Since last we saw her apparently making her escape clean, she… apparently got captured by some mysterious person? Who? Why? What planet is she on? How was she captured? Did Keyes sell her out? She’s certainly being well-treated. All last season’s stuff didn’t teach her anything, as most of what we see is her manipulating a girl to try and get answers, causing her to promptly drop dead. Conclusion: Halsey may suck, but so do the people holding her.

Meanwhile, Riz is doing training stuff, and clearly suffering. Kai checks in with her, obviously concerned, and pushes her to work on healing. Riz blows her off. Kai, oddly to me, suggests Riz put the emotional-suppression pellet back in if she needs to deal with the pain. Riz flatly refuses: “You’ll have to put a bullet in me first.” (Same, girl.) There’s a lot going on here—Riz’s feelings towards what was done to them, why she chose to remove the pellet and who she is now that it's gone, her near-death and the struggle to rebuild herself… the team’s relationships now that they’re unprogrammed and developing personalities…

(Again, we are missing SO MUCH by rushing in this show. Fuck catering to all the old hands who bitch about every episode that isn’t 95% shoot-em-up fight scenes. Go replay the games on God mode or w/e if that’s all you care about. What’s the point of making this show at all if not to tell the parts of the stories you can’t in the game medium?!)

Speaking of Kai, John tells her that Ackerson doesn’t trust him. He also drops his… vision? Memory? Of Makee on Sanctuary. Kai: “She’s dead. I shot her myself.” Uhhhh, maybe don’t remind him of that? (I honestly thought they were going to open this season with John and Kai estranged over that, actually. My sweet baby Kai loves people, but she doesn’t yet have the ability to be wise or tactful for them…) John’s obsessively checking up on Cobalt Team, and they’re MIA (or something). I pity the poor sign kid just trying to update the board with no actual info. Bring it down, Chief.

Back on Rubble with Kwan, and things are tense. Some shifty guy goes after her—why? Because she's a known associate of Soren’s? Wait, why is she tagged?? Ripping it out looked painful. Daaaamn, apparently Soren found time to teach her some moves, she’s a badass now. I was afraid they’d go the Rose Tico route and just write her out since she was unpopular, but I guess they decided to level her up instead. We’ll see if that shuts the haters up. “Ruby Ann bought Soren’s crew, he’s not coming back”—ah, so the tag was Soren’s way of protecting her? Aaaaand Kwan spaces a guy and kills the other by stabbing him with the tag. I’m still left with a lot of questions—how come Laera didn’t inherit/ take over the crew? Did she authorize the sale to Ruby Ann? Where are she and Kessler, and are they all right?

Riz is back to working out, pushing herself too hard. She has a spotter/ trainer who’s an absolute sweetie. He’s pushing her to think about her future—what options do Spartans even have, if they don’t go rogue like Soren? And what’s the trainer’s (Louis?) story?

Another scene with John going up against Ackerson, and seriously, the hell with that guy, ugh. He claims no one can back up John’s story about Sanctuary (do these suits of armor seriously not have bodycams? After all the surveillance tech on their ships that we saw in season 1?) Ugh, I had worried about Perez not backing John up. Does she have a concussion/ brain injury? Or is she being leaned on?

Kwan and Kessler have a moment where Kwan smashes Kessler’s faith that his dad is coming back. Laera has a tense moment with the ranking remaining members of Soren’s crew. They’re stalling on the ship repairs for some reason. I think they’ll end up regretting that they underestimated Laera.

We go back to Riz, apparently doing some sort of terrain/ environment training? Yep, and Master Chief nails her. The team banters a bit. Kai is worried, but Master Chief sends Riz up again. It’s a very grim scene as Riz struggles and eventually goes down. She’s not ok. John keeps pushing and pushing. He wants to go after Cobalt Team. Kai is getting more concerned about not just Riz, but John—you can feel how out-of-true the team is right now. Riz taps out.

Another day with Halsey, another (clone?) girl (Julia?) serving her tea and dropping dead during questioning. I suppose if they’re flash clones it would explain why Halsey’s so willing to treat them like they’re disposable to get the info she wants—to her mind, that’s what flash clones are. Poor girls.

We get a rapid series of bits: Riz and Louis talking as they wait—at a doctor’s? A church? Something Riz hopes will help her, somehow. Ackerson trying to manipulate Kai, whose loyalty to John keeps her from falling for it, but her naiveté means she still says a few things I think he’ll use. Damn. Don’t give him anything, Kai! John shows up at Perez’s place and would have lost that bet if her Abuela hadn’t stepped in. Good life advice, John: no one crosses Abuela. Any abuela. Abuela always wins.

(Sidenote: I notice we’re getting a lot more glimpses of civilian life here—Louis, Perez’s family… I can only assume they’re setting us up to ugly cry watching all these people die horribly.)

Back to Riz, who’s meeting with ??? What? A freakin’ psychic? What is going on here? (I keep forgetting this mystical stuff is a part of this universe…)

John’s dinner with Perez’s family is just as awkward as you’d expect. Abuela and Mamá are the MVPs for trying to keep the boys under wraps here. LOL forever at the gamer quizzing Master Chief John-117 with “C’mon, man, you don’t play Spartan Attack?” Babe, he plays all of them. I’m dying, Perez is having a heart attack, where’s Kai’s charisma when you need it. Aaaand then they figure it out, gracias a Dios for Mamá keeping them from losing their minds. Perez eventually loses it and leaves, and John gets to question her at last: she didn’t tell Ackerson because of the trauma and uncertainty. Master Chief’s pep talk could use some work, even if somewhat accurate.

Back to Halsey and OMG, WTF the person holding her is ACKERSON??? (Don’t you people DARE try to rehabilitate Halsey with me by contrasting her with Ackerson. I promise, I can and will hate them both.) Where are they? Does anyone know he’s holding her here? I assume she’s still on Reach, and never made it off-planet? How did he catch her? She tells Ackerson a story about a pomegranate tree that she’s never told anyone, saying he must have Cortana since he knows about it. So Cortana does have all Halsey’s memories after all??? (Up to the point of the flash clone’s creation, anyway.) (There’s a MILLION implications to unpack here.) (Also, on a personal level, the story about Halsey rebelling against the garden/ pomegranate tree made me unbearably smug. I just KNEW when I wrote that fic that Halsey hated working under other people.) Also, where IS Cortana? Ah, so it turns out Halsey’s in some sort of holodeck prison thing. Hopefully that means all these Julias aren’t real and haven’t been dying after all.

Ah, here’s Cortana! Stuck in a Faraday cage. I don’t love her new look. Whatever project he had her working on, he was NOT pleased to hear the results: 97% chance of failure/ disaster/ etc. Cortana presses him on the truth that he won’t be coming back to see her again, and he agrees. (Apparently he’s not planning on bringing her along? IS this man a complete idiot?) As usual, the show gives us the bones (here’s where Cortana is) but no meat: how much does Cortana remember? Does she miss John (or anything else?) Does she know what’s going on now? Is she actively trying to escape? What does she want?

I assume the doom and gloom are about the famous Fall of Reach, which I have heard of, and I wonder how this plays with a completely unspoiled audience. How coherent is this without it? It seems to me that the show is relying on the audience’s foreknowledge both to make sense of some of this, and to do the work of building the appropriate level of dread for them.

Back in Spartan-land, John figures out that Cobalt Team never left Reach, and Silver Team goes after them. Kai presses him on the authorization and the nature of the mission. John lies about the first, but answers the second: “The Covenant’s on Reach.” It’s a great WHAM LINE.

Finally, we see how right he is: Marines fighting monsters in the dark, the glowing blade weapons going on and off to great effect. At last, we see Makee! Our toxic girl is back! And I love her outfit—anyway, Makee is back and stealing the artifact, again. (Where was it being held that no one is noticing this? Clearly not on the main base anymore.) She’s also bossing aliens around, which tells me she didn’t suffer too many consequences for deciding to flatten the whole plateau to save John at the end of last season. (This ties in to some thoughts I have about how everyone views those events, which I’ll save for next episode.)

I’ll end with this note: the alien Makee addresses pushes back slightly with the comment that “there is no honor in this fight” against the marines. It’s the first I’ve seen any such sentiments from the Covenant. Why the concern now? Is it the stealth nature of the mission? The theft without an honest battle? I seriously doubt it has anything to do with unfair advantages or killing weaker combatants/ the innocent. I mean, these people destroy whole planets. Maybe they’ll take some time to start developing the Covenant’s (various) cultures.

Or, you know, that would be a great thing to do in a show that had the time to be a fully fleshed-out story… instead of what it feels like this season: a new high-res montage of cut scenes and fight playthroughs. I guess they got tired of people watching the real thing on Youtube.

[call-2-arms]

🍦💭🐶💻 ^^)/

MUNDAY ASKS!

🍦 — favourite ice cream flavour(s)?

I am a sucker for cake batter flavour, but I can't have it anymore because it apparently contains gluten (and I'm coeliac). Otherwise, I am obsessed with choc chip mint.

💭 — MBTI and/or enneagram, if known

So I've done the MBTI multiple times because I didn't believe the result. But I continuously get INTJ. I don't think I'm smart enough for that myself lol, but every time I do it, I get the same result. XD

🐶 — any pets?

I have a galah (a native species of medium sized cockatoo here). His name is Stinky and he's a gremlin. But I love him to pieces. :) Birds are the best!

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

I like to consider everyone I RP a potential friend lol. I think communication is very important and getting engaged with each other and forming those relationships. Some people tend to stick around while others tend to float in and out, or go elsewhere. Either way, I consider everyone to be a friend or a potential friend lol. If I tagged them, it would literally be my entire following list hahaha.

[lemonhemlock]

I was on Twitter and Will Bowers posted that he hoped the Aegon scene was a fakeout. Given that we know now that Dyana will be returning next season it does beg certain questions.

Twitter seems to think she may be out for revenge and team up with Mysaria for 🩸and 🧀, perhaps being in league with Talya the whole time who makes fake moontea. Which idk why that would be righteous thing, team black utterly baffles me at times.

Yet given the honest confusion on Aegon’s face when confronted with the accusation by Alicent do you think such a scenario is possible.

Would be bold of hotd to have a woman make a false rape accusation and I really don’t know how that would go down but part of me really wants it to be the case. I’m sick to death of debating with team black stans that Aegon not only has a claim to the Iron Throne but in fact a stronger one than Rhaenyra, only to be called a rapist defender.

Which is not at all my argument but these comments slowly push me toward just outright claiming Egg2 would be a better king out of spite.

The show runners claimed they wanted to make Aegon gray and yet make TGC a rapist in his first appearance. Nothing gray about that my friend. So if it all turns out to be a lie what do you think the fall out will be ?

Love the blog 💚

Anonymous asked: did you know that Dyana from episode 8 is coming back and will be in 4 more episodes??? apparently actor's own agency confirmed it. I'm speechless...... what role can she possibly have that requires so many episodes? are they trying to bury the greens for good in the eyes of the audience? every leak is a disaster, and worse than the previous one

hi, guys, i already talked about this topic in the dyanna tag and i have an entire other tag where i make my stance on leaks speculation. likewise, i spoke many times about how i don't like and don't agree with this writing choice of straight-up turning aegon into westerosi satan from the get-go. but what's done is done, there's no point in denying what was shown on screen. he's written as a rapist and the scenes are made to be interpreted as rape, not as some smear campaign that'll later turn into a gotcha moment. IF we ever get out hands on the scripts, it would be very interesting to compare what the original plan looked like and what they changed on the fly / if they changed anything at all / if aegon was always meant to be this awful from the very beginning etc

as much as i would like them to retcon that in some way, idek if it's worth it at this point, bc portraying women lying on screen about rape is much more damaging than losing fictional civil wars involving flying lizards. we need more nuanced media surrounding sexual assault and women's issues and perhaps hotd is not the appropriate medium for this as the writers seem incapable in many ways of handling a delicate subject like that. yes, i think it was a mistake that compromises the quality of the narrative and, no, i don't think hotd is necessarily going to offer us groundbreaking feminist commentary, but dyanna the fake rape victim is really bottom of the barrel stuff - like, even they could & should do much better than that.

also, to be honest, i don't think the writers are particularly interested in making aegon a complex character, unfortunately. maybe they'll compensate with this characterization in some other ways, though; i am not excluding the possibility of redress. we'll live and see.

[rainbowangel110]

*cracks knuckles* Challenge accepted @bloodied-dagger :)

Have fun y'all :D

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

More cereal cuz crunchy

2: Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Depends on if it's dry air or not, if it's dry, NOPE

3: What random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Unlike a certain someone I actually use bookmarks! There were these bookmarks you can make so you just put em on the corner of the page that you're reading and it's really cute :D really easy to make

4: How do you take your coffee/tea?

I don't drink tea, but I drink the fluffy coffee that my mom makes

5: Are you self-conscious of your smile?

Sometimes when my picture is being taken, other times it's "Eh fuck it, we ball."

6: Do you keep plants?

Does the bouquet that my sister bought for me from HEB on b-day count?? (They were white daisies that were dyed a light blue)

7: Do you name your plants?

No

8: What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

I normally just sketch it out whenever I feel like it

9: Do you like singing/humming to yourself?

In my head, but whenever no ones around it kinda spills out quietly (My singing voice is not great)

10: Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Side and back

11: What’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Lol you guys hang out with your irl friends?

12: What’s your favorite planet?

I have a soft spot for Mars cuz it's what got me curious about space in the first place!

13: What’s something that made you smile today?

My mutuals hanging out with fun tags to read and Percy Jackson and The Sea of Monsters

14: If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

We have our own rooms, with sunny windows and a balcony, maybe a cat, and it feels homey

15: Go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

Ain't googling nothing cuz!!! Did you know that if you fell into a black hole, you would see time speed up so fast that you could potentially see everything that happens for the rest of time? And on the other side, from the other persons perspective, you slow down so much that at some point you'd stop, and then disappear? This is because the black hole's point of singularity is so dense that it warps space-time really hard, it becomes an inverted pinpoint on the plane of reality :D

16: What’s your favorite pasta dish?

Normally my family just boil up some pasta and throw in veggies, meant, ketchup and soy sauce.

17: What color do you really want to dye your hair?

I think it's be cool if I had a dark blue fade in, cuz my hair is already really dark brown

18: Tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Really old, from 7th grade lunch break, someone from the table asked "Hey, anyone know what the Spanish word for dog is?" and I confidentially go "Puta :D"

Which apparently means bitch :D so I guess I was half right?

19: Do you keep a journal? What do you write/draw/ in it?

No

20: What’s your favorite eye color?

OH it has to be amber or some form of heterochromia, sectoral or total to be exact, it's so pretty!

21: Talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

Applies to my school bag from middle school (which I don't have anymore). Thing was with me through thick and thin.

22: Are you a morning person?

*glances at the clock* *1:35 am* No

23: What’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Tumblr, Reddit, read, and if I feel like it, draw

24: Is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Doubt it

25: What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

Excuse me?! Yeah no never broken into a place before sorry

Oooh, a quarter of the way! Starting to regret opening the read more?

26: What are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

Sandals lol

27: What’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

Like Dagger said on his thing, bubblegum is a flavor. And like Dagger said, watermelon. You can't ever go wrong with watermelon gum :)

28: Sunrise or sunset?

Sunrises are pretty to look at I will say

29: What’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

When they ramble about something they're into and are very enthusiastic about it, very adorable.

30: Think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yes

31: What is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

Socks are great, I don't wear em to bed tho. I have this pair of socks that have a base grey color with the border being blue and it has colorful stars on it

32: Tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Lol I've never hung out with friends on occasion, and definitely not till 3 am

33: What’s your fave pastry?

Cupcakes ig (but not too much frosting!), and sugar cookies

34: Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. What is it called? What does it look like? Do you still keep it?

I have this stuffed doll I got from my grandmother for my first birthday (or so I'm told) and it's blond with and orange hat, dress, and shoes. I still have it, it's in my closet.

35: Do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

They look cool but I've only ever had the multicolor pen

36: Which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

^ Has never listened to a band ever

37: Do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

I like it clean (rn my cousin is in my room with my sister so that one is REALLY messy, meanwhile the guest room I'm staying is really clean and I like it a lot :D)

38: Tell us about your pet peeves!

Muttering under your breath. Annoys the heck out of me

39: What color do you wear the most?

Blue cuz blue jeans lol

40: Think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

This pastel earring set shaped like flowers/hearts/butterflies that I have, very cute (don't wear it all that much but I like it)

41: What’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

The PJO set I have right next to me rn, Salt to the Sea, A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Rise of Kyoshi, Wings of Fire: Darkstalker

42: Do you have a favorite coffee shop? Describe it!

Don't have one

43: Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

MAN I WISH

44: When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

Rn ig, it's really chill

45: Do you trust your instincts a lot?

I use them to gauge how to respond to people sometimes

46: Tell us the worst pun you can think of.

What do you call a lamp training for a sporting contest? An O-LAMP-ic athlete :D

47: What food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Would have said tomatoes, but they actually have a use (ketchup, tomato sauce on pizza etc), so pickles it is

48: What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today?

Snakes and YES STILL SCARED OF EM

49: Do you like buying CDs and records? What was the last one you bought?

Never bought one

50: What’s an odd thing you collect?

I don't collect

Halfway there Dagger and Enb :)

51: Think of a person. What song do you associate with them?

Does a fictional person count? Actually fuck it, Nimona as "All is Soft Inside" by Aroura

52: What are your favorite memes of the year so far?

The Barbie and Ken mugshots are funny

53: Have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? Heathers? Beetlejuice? Pulp fiction? What do you think of them?

Nope, never seen a horror picture show

54: Who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

Can't recall

55: What’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

Y'all remember that one time Dagger was making a joke about us Live Slug Reaction-ing Sofi and Human and used Esme as an example, and we all said "NAH they do the same thing", and I screenshotted a bunch of their posts of them being lovey dovey? Twas a fun day.

56: What are some things you find endearing in people?

When they are passionate about something and ramble about it

57: Go listen to bohemian rhapsody. How did it make you feel? Did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

I can't listen to it rn cuz it's late any my headphones are far away

58: Who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why?

No one really

59: What’s your favorite myth?

There's a lot to pick from here....

60: Do you like poetry? What are some of your faves?

Not really a poetry enthuisast

61: What’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? The stupidest one you’ve ever received?

My mom is like "Oh, your friend (who I haven't talked to in a long time) it grown up, lets get a gift card for her!"

And then there was that one time I got perfume. Not a person who wears perfume regularly mind you.

62: Do you drink juice in the morning? Which kind?

Does water count?

63: Are you fussy about your books and music? Do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

For my books? ABSOULUTLY!! Keep em safe so I can read em

64: What color is the sky where you are right now?

Black

65: Is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

My friends Alex, Carolyn, and Nicole

66: What would your ideal flower crown look like?

As long as it's pretty I'm okay with one :)

67: How do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

They feel cozy

68: What’s winter like where you live?

Cold wind but no snow

69: What are your favorite board games?

Scrabble and Ludo ig?? I like Uno better

70: Have you ever used a ouija board?

I would prefer not to mess with te spirits of those who must pass on

71: What’s your favorite kind of tea?

I don't drink tea

72: Are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

Nah not really.

73: What are some of your worst habits?

Chewing my nails and inside of my mouth

74: Describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Artsy, talented, definitely got a hang on life

75: Tell us about your pets!

I don't have any

Almost there! 25 questions left :D

76: Is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Sleeping :)

77: Pink or yellow lemonade?

Yellow

78: Are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

I wanna drop kick em

79: What’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

My sister making Pokémon drawings for me on my birthday

80: what color are your bedroom walls? Did you choose that color? If so, why?

They are the classic whitish color, was there when we got the house

81: Describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

Autumn but there's still green on some trees

82: Are/were you good in school?

I could do better honestly.

83: What’s some of your favorite album art?

Uhh I dunno any albums

84: Are you planning on getting tattoos? Which ones?

Never really been into tatoos

85: Do you read comics? What are your faves?

I have a Webtoons account, I love Hand Jumper, Purple Hyacinth, Castle Swimmer, Beetle Hands, Saphie the One Eyed Cat, Rooftops and Roommates, Lumine, Little Matcha Girl, Acception and there's more I'm blanking on

86: Do you like concept albums? Which ones?

Idk what those are sorry

87: What are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Nimona (sorry for the small spoilers Dagger!!), Spiderman ISV/ASV

88: Are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Eh not really

89: Are you close to your parents?

Kinda

90: Talk about your one of you favorite cities.

Houston is okay??? If you ignore a lot of stuff

91: Where do you plan on traveling this year?

Eh, not really traveling anywhere

92: Are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

Honestly don't know, the soy sauce/meat/veggies do it for me

93: What’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

Was a ponytail until I got this haircut that's a little too short, so it's open until I'm able to tie it up again into a tiny ponytail

94: Who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

Charolette aka @angelcloves

95: What are your plans for this weekend?

Spend time with my cousin, maybe work on this draft of LDRAU

96: Do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

Procrastinate, but not a lot

97: Myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

No fucking clue, Cancer, never looked it up and never gonna

98: When’s the last time you went hiking? Did you enjoy it?

No clue man

99: List some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

"Pokémon Legends Arcus: Giratina"

Runaway by Aurora (I think it's neat)

"Help! Oh Well" by Something Else YT (Again, it's cool)

100: If you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? Why?

On one hand, I can go back in time and help younger me know that the bullies are gonna be gone soon, and that we'll be fine (and maybe deck said bullies while I'm at it), but on the other hand I'm uncertain about the future and myself. Can I take both? I want both please

AND THAT'S THE END FOLKS :D .... Hello?? Anypony still here???

Oh. Well, I'll leave this here if anyone wants to answer all of the question or reblog it :)